#runaway tag

[muttgirl]

Someone tell that teen girl running away from her broken home that she might run away from the next set of arms that will take her. When she leaves that new broken “safe” place please tell her she isnt the common denominator of all the chaos in her life, she feels that way all the time. Let her mourn the life she never had. Hold her in her grief. One day she will see the life she gave herself the opportunity to have and thank you.

[kisiel-do-netu]

It's almost 3 am i can't remember so many projects namees (and much of spec bio stuff i like is just earth many years from now so idk if it counts)

[emchant3d]

modern au, exes to lovers, transfem stevie harrington

Stevie Harrington is not having a good day.

By all accounts, she should be. Robin woke her right on time by pressing a perfectly made brown sugar shaken espresso into her hand. Nancy and Chrissy got to the venue earlier than expected. The hair and makeup people were on schedule. Their boozy charcuterie brunch during their prep time was perfectly served, the mimosas delicious and the food fresh and light enough to put on her nervous stomach. 

Everything’s gone off without a hitch. She looks gorgeous. She’s got her something old, her something new, her something borrowed, and even her something blue. Her hair’s done in a soft blowout, framing her face but out of the way, ready for the combs of her veil to slip into. Her makeup is elegant, not too showy and not too dramatic, neutral and warm and sweet. And her dress. It’s what she always dreamed of, clingy and silky with a dramatic leg slit and a long train, off the shoulders, perfectly white. She’s staring at herself in the mirror knowing that in forty-five minutes, she’s going to hold the world’s most beautiful wedding bouquet and walk down the most perfectly decorated aisle in the quaintest, sweetest church she could find, and she’ll stand across from her fiancé and take his hands and say “I do” and all of her dreams will come true.

So she should be having a good day.

Because it’s her wedding day, and Stevie Harrington is about to become Stefania Hagan.

Maybe that brunch wasn’t so perfect after all, because she thinks she’s about to puke.

“I can’t do this,” she says, but her voice is so soft it’s barely a whisper and the girls don’t even glance at her. “I can’t do this,” she repeats, and Robin - bless her, her favorite person in the world, her soulmate, her other half, her maid of honor - glances up. 

“What’s that, Evie?” she asks, and the others look over at her, and Stevie stands there beneath their gazes and knows if she just says it again, says I can’t do this, don’t make me marry him, get me out of here, all three of them would drag her to an exit and get her the fuck out.

They don’t even like Tommy. Robin actively hates him, actually, and that should have been enough for Stevie to never look at him twice.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t enough.

She thinks back to a few days ago, drunk in a bar with a white sash wrapped around her torso, a tiara on her head, and mascara running down her face as she desperately sobbed on Robin’s shoulder during her bachelorette party. That little meltdown wasn’t enough. And she thinks back further, to when Tommy proposed - in public, at a fucking baseball game, on the goddamn jumbotron. Dread had settled in her chest at the sight of the ring (huge, gaudy, she hated it on sight) even as she pasted on a smile and said yes. That hadn’t been enough.

But somehow standing here done up head to toe, about to walk down the aisle in her absolute dream wedding - that’s enough. Because everything about today is right. Everything’s in place. Everything’s gorgeous and going to plan and she should be so, so happy - but it’s the wrong man waiting for her at the end of all of it.

She can’t do this. 

She looks up and meets Robin’s eyes and forces a smile. “I said I need to get my veil,” she lies, and she slips into her shoes (red bottoms, a gift from Tommy’s mother, perfectly white and pointed and it’s her dream day, how can she be throwing this away?) and walks into the other room where her garment bag is hanging, and her veil is there with its delicate detail and it’s scalloped edges and it’s all so fucking perfect she’s going to scream, she wants to rip it to pieces and she wants to tear this dress off and she wants to sob, she doesn’t want to do this, she doesn’t want to get married - not to him. Not to Tommy. 

She could ask for help. Robin would have her out of here in five minutes flat, Nancy would craft an excuse to tell everyone, and Chrissy would cause a distraction. But even that’s too long of a wait. Even that’s too much attention, too much suspicion. She needs to move faster than that. She needs out now.

She quickens her pace as she crosses the room, dress dragging along the carpet, and she snags her phone where it’s sitting on the end table next to an overstuffed love seat, and in three long strides she’s out the door and in the hall and the church has been busy and packed all day but somehow, miraculously, there’s no one here.

No one sees Stevie as she gathers up the fabric of her dress in her hands and starts to walk towards the exit. No one sees as her walk speeds to a jog, and then a run, and then she slams out of a side door and she’s on the sidewalk and she’s sprinting, her heels are going to get scuffed by the pavement but she can’t care, she’s running as fast as she can and dodging people on the sidewalk as they turn and gawk at her and she cannot give them a thought, cannot focus on them even a little bit because she has to get away, escape is the only thought on her mind as she gasps for air, her dress is so heavy and it’s not made for running that’s for goddamn sure, and the last few years with Tommy flash through her mind - every time he’s undermined her or given her a backhanded compliment or policed her, told her she wasn’t feminine enough, told her she wasn’t trying hard enough to pass, told her to just keep it all to herself so no one would know she wasn’t cis, wouldn’t embarrass him by making a scene, all the times that come together to a glaringly obvious conclusion that he doesn’t really love her and she kind of hates him a little actually, and obviously she can’t fucking marry him and–

There. 

A beat-up four-door with an Uber sticker in the window. 

That’ll do, she thinks, and she changes course, shoulder-checking a man and not apologizing for it as she makes a beeline for the car. She pops off an acrylic wrenching the door open and tossing herself into the backseat, and she yells “DRIVE!” at the top of her lungs and somehow, through some miracle, they listen, swerving into traffic with a loud curse and a myriad of honking horns and a quaint, sweet little church growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

She’s gasping for breath, chest heaving, staring out the back window like she’s waiting for someone to follow her - and maybe she is, maybe Tommy is hot on her trail, or maybe Robin is coming to kill her for not including her in her mad dash to freedom and instead jumping in a stranger’s car going God knows where.

“So uh,” a voice says, and she whips around, staring wide-eyed at the brown eyes fixed on her in the mirror, and no, no fucking way– “where to, ma’am?” 

“Um,” she says, and her voice is shaky, cracking a little, she brushes her hair out of her face and stares and– wait.

There’s a beat. The driver’s eyes widen. Recognition flashes over his face at the same time it registers for Stevie. 

“Stevie?” Eddie Munson, her ex-boyfriend of several years, the man she hasn’t spoken to since that fateful night they went their separate ways, is staring at her in shock, not even looking at the road, and the only thing she can think is how he’s just as averse to road safety now as he’d been way back when.

“Eddie,” she croaks out. 

Too many emotions are overwhelming her at once and it feels like the biggest cliché in the world, but honestly, Stevie feels like she’s entitled to some dramatics. It’s her goddamn wedding day, after all.

Her failed wedding day.

Where she just left her fiancé at the altar.

“Oh god,” she manages. Her lower lip wobbles. Her vision blurs.

“Stevie,” Eddie says again, like a warning, and that’s enough to push her over.

She bursts into tears in his backseat.

“Hey hey hey!” he says like she’s a fucking spooked horse or something, which only makes her cry more, ugly sobs that shake her shoulders and drip tear drops onto her dress. “Stevie, honey–”

“Do NOT call me honey right now!” she manages, and he raises a hand in surrender before flipping on a turn signal and finding a parking lot to pull over in. 

“Okay, okay! No comforting pet names, you got it,” he agrees, and he shuts the car off, turning in his seat to look at her, concern painted all over his face and that’s just really not fair, she thinks, that he still looks so earnest and sweet and fucking worried about her.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, urgent and serious, and she shakes her head quickly.

“No! No, I’m - I’m fine, really,” she insists and he proves that he is a gentleman after all, because he doesn’t call her out on the blatant lie.

“Okay,” he says, level, his hand hovering in the space between them like he wants to touch her. “What do you need?” he asks, and she wipes at her face with her hands, swallowing down yet another sob.

“Get me out of here,” she pleads, and he searches her face for - something, she doesn’t know what, because she’s sure all she’s showing him is how much of a fucking mess she is, but he must find whatever he’s looking for.

He gives her a sharp nod. “Anywhere in particular, sweetheart?” he asks, turning to start the car again. She doesn’t call him out on the pet name this time.

“Anywhere but here,” she says, and he puts the car in reverse, pulling back onto the road.

“You got it,” he says, and some of that old charm must kick in - he winks at her in the rearview. She resolutely ignores the spike of emotion it gives her. 

Then she takes a deep, shuddery breath, and opens the group chat to break the news to her wedding party.

part 2

[unfortunatelyphoenix]

Inspired by this idea I had, just be aware that things may be out of character and there isn't too much mentioned of DC, this is just the beginning part of it. I may or may not continue writing this idea depending on if my hyperfixation sticks on this and I keep motivation.

Danny looked at the letters he made one last time before sighing and placing the note for his parents on his bed next to the three envelopes addressed to his friends and sister before turning to his window and opening it to throw the rope he had down. He didn't care to see where it landed, instead grabbing his backpack and an unused duffle bag he had stolen from his parents’ closet a day or two ago, quickly checking to see if everything was in them before using the small device one of his friends, Tucker, had made for him to remotely cut out his parents’ security cameras for a few minutes. Originally the device had been made for him in case he ever needed to switch to his ghost form while in the house to avoid his parents from learning his secret identity, but now he was using it to run away, away from everything he had ever known, everyone he had ever- No! Danny couldn't let himself get distracted now and go back on his decision to leave, it was far too dangerous.

Before he let himself get lost in his thoughts he locked his bedroom door, but instead of closing it and heading towards the window he went into the hallway before he closed his bedroom door, the rope and open window only acting as a distraction while he went to where his actual escape point was. He was careful to not wake his parents or sister as he walked down the hallway towards the stairs, no- wait- Jazz was currently attending Gotham University right now for her psychology degree, he only needed to worry about waking his parents right now. Still though, he only moved as fast as he dared to. Danny had to get down to the basement where the portal was before the cameras came back online and before his parents woke up, he had to. As he got to the stairs Danny did his best to get down them as silently as he could, cringing to himself as one of them creaked under his weight. Sure, usually he'd just go intangible and float down the stairs to avoid making any noise, but thanks to his parents having put up ghost detection systems over the rest of the house it was just too dangerous, either the firing from the weapons or the alarms would wake the rest of his family up, and that was far too risky for him.

He internally sighed in relief as he reached the main floor, but he wasn't home free yet, he still needed to get to the portal. He instinctively went onto his tiptoes as he quietly slunk through the house and towards the kitchen where the door to the basement was, where his portal to safety and freedom was, where his children were waiting for him. By the Ancients it was still a little weird calling the two that, but after Vlad's most recent stunt that's exactly what Dan and Danielle were now, his children. Vlad had somehow managed to kidnap the two and forced Dan to possess a clone before de-aging them to both be two in age with Danny being the only witness. It had actually been that incident that convinced him it was best to leave. The GIW had recently started hiring more competent agents that were even less careful with human lives, causing Danny to question if he should use his title as the Ghost King to order all his subjects into the portals and close them once everyone had passed through, but because closing both portals would starve him of ecto AND could be reopened if someone wasn't making sure it wouldn't happen had caused him to not make the decision.

But now, now there were two halfa infants that needed to be cared for who couldn't stay here thanks to Vlad, the other Fentons, AND the GIW making it too dangerous to try and care for them here. He hadn't told anyone other than other ghosts about his plans to leave, knowing that they'd try to talk him out of running and probably somehow convince him to stay. He also originally hadn't even been planning to tell this to his ghost rogues, but after Box Ghost refused to leave since he wanted a reason why Danny gave in and explained his plan to protect the Infinite Realms and all other ghosts. When Box Ghost learned the plan he had immediately gone to tell every other ghost about it which had caused Danny to regret telling him, that was until all the other ghosts, including the ones he was enemies with, were with him on the plan and actively started helping him. Maybe it was because he had technically become king by beating Pariah Dark and they instinctively wanted his safety even if they didn't like him, maybe it was something else, but either way he was happy he wasn't doing this alone.

Danny snapped out of his thoughts as he got to the door, he quickly typed in the pass code before hearing the door quietly unlock. The pass code was pretty easy to figure out and didn't really do much in stopping people from going into the basement, the weak pass code was the whole reason he had even been able to get into the basement on that fateful day, maybe if it had been even a little stronger he wouldn't be in the position he was in now, but what was in the past couldn't be changed. He was careful as he went down the stairs, not wanting to set off any of his parents' traps and wake them up, if he did his whole plan was busted. Reaching the floor of the lab he immediately felt the wave of extra ecto coming from the portal, meaning that there was someone on the other side, normally he'd get ready to fight but he knew who was on the other side of it and he was more than excited to meet them. He walked up to the portal that killed him and sighed a bit, doing one last check to make sure he had both his bags before looking back at the portal. He couldn't shake the guilt for what he was planning on doing but it was for the best. With one last look around the lab he said goodbye to everything he had ever known before going ghost and walking through the portal, using his enhanced powers as the Ghost King to shut the portal off after walking through it and dragging it in with him.

As he stepped through the portal he immediately heard two young voices, one calling ‘Mama’ and the other ‘Papa’. Danny quickly dropped to the ground as the two infant halfas barreled into him, wrapping his arms around the two ghostly children who had already figured out how to use their powers to fly. As he hugged the two he looked up seeing both Wulf and Pandora, the two of them having watched over Dan and Dani while he was finishing things up in the mortal realm. He quietly thanked the two with a nod before picking the twins up, now he just needed to steal Vlad's portal.

Jack and Maddie were starting to get a little concerned, during the past week they had noticed that Danny was growing more distant and had been grabbing things as if he was planning to run, having led the two to believe that he had another self discovery as this was exactly how he acted before telling them that he was trans as he was scared they'd kick him out. So, the two had left him alone so he could tell them on his own terms, but now the two were starting to get concerned. It was the weekend so it was pretty common for Danny to sleep in, but he had never skipped both breakfast and lunch before, and this was really concerning the both of them. Jazz probably would have barged into Danny's room at this point, but she was currently in Gotham attending its university to get a degree in psychology, and while Jack and Maddie didn't usually approve of it they were starting to wish she was here.

It was 1:43 pm when Jack got up from his chair, neither of them had been doing their usual work as they had been waiting for Danny to come down and tell them whatever it was, but Jack was getting too antsy to keep waiting. “I'm going to check on Danny.” He said as he got up from his seat, causing his beloved wife to look up at him and speak. “You know we should give him some space and let him come down when he's ready.” Maddie said with a stern, but also worried tone, showing that she too was also concerned for Danny.

“I'm just going to check on him, okay? He's been showing signs of chronic pain recently and I want to make sure he's doing okay.” Jack said as he looked towards his wife with concern in his eyes, neither of them knew why Danny had begun showing signs of chronic pain recently but they were pretty sure it had been because of the ghost attack last month as that's when he first started showing signs. Maddie, seeing that her husband was serious about this, sighed a bit before agreeing, but told him to only enter Danny's room if he didn't answer. Jack agreed before walking up the stairs, his heavy footsteps causing a few of the steps to creak a bit as he went up them. As he got to the second floor Jack felt a wave of uneasiness, like something was wrong, making his worry even more for his son. Was he okay?

Jack quickly made his way over to Danny's bedroom door and knocked on the door, holding himself back from just barging in. “Danny, kiddo, are you alright? You haven't left your room for hours and skipped both breakfast and lunch.” Jack said with concern in his voice, but all he got in return was silence, making the massive man even more worried. “Danny?” He asked again, this time knocking on the door louder, praying that Danny was just asleep, but once again he was met with nothing but silence. This only made him even more worried. “Danny, if you do not respond I'm coming in.” Jack said with a stern tone that was filled with worry, and when Danny didn't respond he reached for the door knob and turned it. It was locked. Danny never locked his bedroom door.

“Madeline! Danny's door is locked!” He yelled down to his wife, panic filling his voice. At this he heard his wife quickly getting up from where she was sitting, yelling at him to not slam through the door and let her get her lock picking kit, and while Jack desperately wanted to do just that he waited. Jack started pacing in the hallway as he waited for his wife to find her lock picking set, only being able to think of everything that might have happened to cause Danny to lock his bedroom door.

Maybe it had something to do with the chronic pain that had recently popped up? Maybe he had been changing and suddenly passed out from the pain suddenly getting worse? Could chronic pain cause so much pain it could cause one to pass out? If so, how long had their precious boy been out? How long could he have been laying on the floor or on his bed because of having passed out due to unfathomable pain? Maybe it was something else that had happened? Had a ghost somehow gotten in and hurt their son? No, that couldn't happen, they had an anti-ecto force field and sensors and everything everywhere! There'd be no way a damned ghost could have gotten in and hurt their son! Wait… Danny's room didn't have any of the anti-ecto weapons and sensors in his room because they kept constantly triggering on him for some reason. Maybe the reason had been because Danny had been unknowingly possessed and only struck now! Maybe it had taken control over Danny and had him slowly turn off all the precautions and that's why he had started showing signs of chronic pain? Jack had noticed that some of the systems had strangely been shut off but he had thought that it was Maddie either tinkering with them or that they had mistakenly shot at Danny again, but if he was being possessed then maybe the systems were detecting it and they failed to notice anything! Oh god, what if they had the warning signs all along and just ignored it and now their son was potentially in danger if not dead already! What if-

“Got it!” Maddie's voice suddenly called out after a loud click, knocking Jack out of his pit of panicked thoughts. “Danny!” Jack yelled as he rushed into his son's room, ready to fight anything that could be threatening or controlling their youngest, only to find an empty room with the window open and a rope hanging out of it. Both Jack and Maddie were frozen for a moment before they quickly started searching his room for any signs of where their son could have gone. The open window and rope made it immediately obvious that it wasn't a ghost who took Danny, meaning that he was either kidnapped for some reason or he truly had ran away, and considering that so many of Danny's things were also gone it was pretty easy to figure out which it was, were they really that bad of parents? Before Jack started down the spiral of thoughts again he suddenly heard Maddie's voice quietly call for him and quickly went over to her.

As he got over to his wife Jack quickly noticed that she was looking at Danny's bed, so he turned his attention to it and saw three envelopes and a written letter that was likely from their missing son. The envelopes all had names on the, the first had the name of someone called Tucker, another had the name Sam, and the third had their daughter's name Jazz. So it was clear that these were addressed for certain people, but who were Tucker and Sam? They had to have been close to Danny if he had specifically made envelopes for them, but neither Jack or Maddie knew the two. Were they his friends? Why hadn't Danny told them about the two? Or had he and they were just so awful of parents that neither paid attention. Maddie carefully grabbed the note that was in the center of all the letters and carefully unfolded it, revealing the words for the two adult Fentons to read.

“Dear Mom and Dad

I apologize that this is how you will learn the truth about everything that has been happening since the portal opened, but it is also unfortunately the only way as it is too dangerous for me to remain any longer.

As you know, two years and eight months ago you had finished making the portal to the “Ghost Zone” but it hadn't started immediately so you had gone out to eat to think of a game plan on what to do, but by the time you had returned it had powered on, and I know exactly what happened. When you guys had left I decided to go down and try to figure out what happened, well, when I was checking out the inside of the portal (yes, in hindsight I have realized that it was an extremely stupid decision) I had tripped over some loose wiring and had attempted to catch myself on the wall, accidentally hitting the emergency stop switch that had been flicked to OFF. This caused me to not only be electrocuted but also caused the portal to open on top of me, it had also placed me halfway through the portal, meaning that I was half inside of the “Ghost Zone” and half in our realm. The only reason I didn't die due to being electrocuted was thanks to the ectoplasm radiation from the portal and “Ghost Zone”, and the only reason that I didn't die thanks to all ecto-radiation was all thanks to Phantom as he had been near where the portal opened up. Humans can't survive in the Ghost Zone, and Phantom knew that, so when he had seen me halfway through the portal with my body and soul being torn apart due to both the Zone and electricity he immediately tackled me out. Because of what happened with my soul being half detached from my body and unable to reattach itself Phantom had used some of his ecto to fix it, but this left me as something known as a halfa. A halfa is someone who is half alive and half dead, half a human and half a ghost.

Because I had been turned into a halfa thanks to Phantom saving me I needed to learn how to support my ghost side, meaning that he taught me everything he knew about ecto-entities and ecto. I've learned that ghosts have their own language and that those who are fully human and not ecto-contaminated can't understand them, meaning that they aren't ignoring anyone. I've learned that ghosts regularly brawl as a form of both entertainment and bonding, meaning that only a very few of the attacks were malicious. I've learned that ghosts are beings of emotion, meaning that they aren't heartless monsters. I've learned that they truly were once living creatures and not the soulless copycats that the G.I.W claim them to be. I've learned so much that completely contradicts what we thought to know, and it is this knowledge that has led me to this decision.

The only reason that Phantom didn't close the portal from inside the Infinite Realms, the proper name for the “Ghost Zone” as we've been calling it, was because I needed the ectoplasm from it to keep existing thanks to my half ghost nature and I didn't want to leave you guys to a place with naturally high ecto. I'm the reason there have been so many ghost apparent attacks and why our town got dragged into the Infinite Realms by Pariah Dark, the previous tyrant king of the Infinite Realms. The only reason the entirety of Amity Park didn't die immediately by entering the Infinite Realms was all thanks to Phantom's having claimed it as his haunt to more easily protect the town and in turn our family. When he managed to defeat Pariah Dark he earned the title of the Ghost King, which made it much easier for him to protect our town and me, but this also appears to have caused the G.I.W to start hiring more competent agents that care even less for human life, and they are now why I'm leaving.

Neither me or Phantom want anyone to get hurt, and the longer the portal remains open the more likely it is for someone, human or not, to get hurt. So we have decided that it'd be best for everyone that the portal is removed and I relocate to a place with more ecto so I can continue living. Because everyone here has become so used to the ecto-radiation people are likely going to start getting a bit ill after the portal is closed, but no one should die.

I'm so sorry.

Love: Your son Danny

P.S please don't try to recreate the portal to try and find me, I'm not going to be in the Infinite Realms because I'm too human to safely be inside of them.”

Jack and Maddie could look at the paper as tears swelled in their eyes, they had killed their own son and didn't even realize it. They truly were terrible parents.

[soundleer]

ooough jebin me beloved <3

[funtime29nm]

Hai theres a blog for this (its empty) @runaway-au

The premise is that thru a magic mishap Killer and Nightmare get stuck in different universes ill make a comic soon!!

[linkedin-offficial]

kitty colony au anybody?

[rizlowwritessortof]

Runaway

Square #6 for @jacklesversebingo 😊

You left months ago with no explanation, no contact but a cryptic text to Sam saying "I'm okay." Now you're back, but will Dean forgive you for running away?

Prompt for this one - 'I can give you what you so desperately desire' - in bold in the fic

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2501

Warnings: Angst, makeup sex, brief descriptions of bloody character death IN DREAM ONLY (happy ending, I promise)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Sam takes your bag when he opens the door, a kind smile flitting quickly across his lips. He follows you down the stairs, and you stop near the large map table, glancing around the room. It looks like home, but it feels uncomfortable, like you don’t quite fit anymore.

You startle a bit when Dean suddenly walks into the room, his steps coming to a halt when he sees you standing there. He turns immediately, taking a couple of steps back the way he came, but then turning back around to enter the room again, his brows drawn together in an angry frown as he glares at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean.” Sam’s voice is a soft rebuke, but there is also understanding behind it. “Maybe this should wait.”

Sam’s hand on your shoulder is the only thing that keeps you from turning to retreat back up the stairs and away from Dean’s expression. The weight of it is too much for you to bear, and you stare at the floor. Hurt has stolen the light from his eyes, clenched his jaw, pressed his lips into a thin line. He looks hard, unapproachable, and you don’t have it in you at the moment to try and break through the seemingly impenetrable shell. You don’t know if you deserve to.

“Come on,” Sam says, urging you forward. “Just get some rest tonight and we’ll deal with everything tomorrow.” Dean stands there still as a statue, silent and cold, arms folded across his chest as Sam ushers you by, guiding you down the hall to one of the many bedrooms. Obviously you won’t be staying in the one you had occupied before you left – the one you had shared with Dean.

Sam closes the door behind him when he leaves you, and you stare around the room. No personal touches, only the bed with the typical Men of Letters-issue bedding, dresser, desk, sink. It feels cold, not exactly unwelcoming, but not warm and inviting, either. That whisper in the back of your mind telling you this was a monumentally stupid idea is getting louder.

You take a quick shower, then go back to the room and crawl into bed even though you know you probably won’t sleep. You toss and turn, stare blindly at the ceiling, but when you pick up your phone and see that it’s two a.m., you finally give up. You pull a flannel shirt on over your tank top and sleep pants, the decanter of whiskey calling to you from the library. A little liquid painkiller seems just the thing you need.

You walk into the library, straight to the liquor cart and pour yourself a generous splash of whiskey. As you turn, you flinch, startled, almost dropping your glass. “Damn it, Dean, what are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Apparently I’m doing the same thing you are,” he replies sarcastically.

“You’re sitting here in the dark. Lurking.”

He lets out an annoyed sigh. “I live here. I’m not lurking. I can be wherever I want. What’s your excuse?”

“I just – I needed a drink.”

Dean rises from his chair, moving past you to pour his glass nearly full. “Uh-huh. I got that.” He turns to face you as you turn around and start to move back towards the hall and the safety of your room. “Yeah, just run away. That’s what you do.”

You stop and take a gulp of your drink, almost relishing the burn in your throat. “I thought we were dealing with this tomorrow.”

Dean lets out a derisive little snort. “Well, it’s technically tomorrow. So maybe you wanna tell me why you left?”

You turn back around, gripping your glass so tight you’re surprised it doesn’t crack under the pressure. You’re searching for words, but he doesn’t give you a chance.

“I just wanna know why.” You can’t bear to look at him, but you know his expression from the sound of his voice, the volume increasing with every word until he’s shouting. “Why you wouldn’t answer your phone, or even send us a text – oh, except the one where you told Sam ‘I’m okay.’ I wanna know what the hell I did that made you leave without a goddamn word!”

“You almost fucking died!” you scream back at him, your eyes burning with unshed tears, and you look at him, finally. His eyes go wide at your words, and when you go on, your voice is shaking, quiet in the wake of the shouting. “You came back to save me, and it almost got you killed.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, confusion clear on his face.

“The last hunt we went on together, the vamps. One of them had me down, he was latched onto my neck, I thought I was done. You came and pulled him off, killed him, but there was another one behind you – with an axe. Don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember – it was a rough hunt. But that’s just…” He begins moving towards you as you drain your glass and slam it down on the nearby library table, cutting him off in mid-sentence.

“That axe missed you by inches, Dean. I couldn’t yell to warn you, and that – that thing almost took your head off.” You angrily swipe tears from your face as you go on. “I still have nightmares. Only in my nightmares you don’t duck in time and you fall at my feet, half of your face gone, your blood everywhere, all over me, and I know that it’s my fault! That if you hadn’t had to come back and save me, you’d still be alive!”

“Jesus,” he swears under his breath, taking hold of your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I don’t know. I was just so afraid, afraid that if I didn’t leave… I was afraid that the next time it might really happen. I couldn’t live with that.” You’re still quietly crying, and Dean puts his arms around you, pulling you close, your words muffled against his chest. “I thought it would be easier to live without you if I knew that I wasn’t around to get you killed.” You pull away from him, looking into his eyes, your chest aching. “I knew I couldn’t… I couldn’t watch you die. I couldn’t live with that.”

He’s staring back at you, your pain reflected in his eyes, the tip of his tongue darting out over his lips as he leans closer and closer, finally kissing you gently, lingering there until you visibly relax against him. When you part, he looks down at you, his thumb sweeping the remnants of your tears away. “You look beat. We should get some sleep.”

You look up at him with a weary smile, your eyes suddenly feeling very heavy, and you nod in agreement. He leads you down the hall, opening the door to his room and urging you inside with an arm around your waist. “Are you sure?” you ask softly, and he turns to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” He bends to kiss you, his lips clinging to yours, then folds back the covers and lets you crawl in before joining you. He reaches for you and pulls you close, your head on his shoulder, holding you as you fall asleep together.

You slam into the floor, flat on your back, the breath knocked from your lungs as the vampire lands on top of you and punches you. Your head rocks to the side, and fresh pain screams through you as needle-sharp teeth sink deep into your neck. You struggle, gasping for air, kicking and fighting, but he’s too strong, and your vision begins to blur.

Suddenly, the monster is ripped upwards, his weight suddenly gone from your body, and his blood sprays over you as his head goes flying off to the side, his body shoved away to land on the floor with a thud. Dean is moving towards you, speaking to you, but his voice seems muted. Your eyes grow wide as you see someone moving up behind him, and you try to cry out, but your voice is nothing but a squeak. Your vision is still hazy, but you see the figure behind Dean lift something – an axe?

Dean says your name, turning to face you, putting a hand on your shoulder to shake you gently. “Hey, hey – wake up, baby. You’re safe, you’re home.” Your eyes fly open as you suck in a deep breath, your hands clutching at Dean’s t-shirt. Then you pull back, your hands reaching to search his face, panic in your chest. “See, sweetheart? I’m okay. It was a dream.”

You close your eyes in relief, letting the panic subside slowly before you blow out a breath and dare to look at him again. He is watching you closely, concern in his eyes, and you lean in to crash your lips into his. He groans softly and hugs you tight against his chest, slanting his mouth over yours, his tongue sweeping over your lips, urging you to open up to him. You whimper, your hands moving down to slip under his shirt, your palms gliding over his smooth, warm skin.

You are suddenly ravenous for him, and you move your free hand down to frantically yank at your pants. You break free from your kiss, your voice desperate and breathless. “Dean – help…” He stares at you, heat in his eyes, for a second before rolling you to your back. Then he sits up, both hands reaching to pull your pants and panties down as you kick them free and push the covers away with your feet. “Please…”

He shoves his sweats down until he springs free and he settles between your thighs, his cock prodding at your softness, then filling you up in one smooth, quick thrust. Neither of you are going to last long, your need for each other is too fierce, and you strain to hold him close as he fucks into you hard and fast. He pants out a ‘fuck’ when you call out his name, your head spinning as you come, clawing at his shoulders and arching up underneath him. He floods you with his release as you pulse around him, clinging to him with all your strength as you fall apart together. When he finally finishes, he lets his weight rest on you, your arms still wrapped around him, tears wetting your lashes from behind your closed eyes.

“I missed you so much,” you manage to say, and Dean raises up to look at you, bending to kiss each eye before he captures your lips, your kiss touched with the taste of your tears.

“I missed you, too,” he whispers before kissing you again, slow and sweet, until you both need to move and he parts from you with a quiet groan, adjusting his pants and settling on his back. “C’mere.” He waits for you to turn and lift your head, putting his arms around you to hold you tight, your head on his shoulder. You lay there silently for a while, his hand capturing yours and holding it against his chest. You are basking in absolute peace, feeling safe and warm and right for the first time in months. He gives your hand a squeeze and speaks softly, his voice rumbling in his chest beneath your hand. It feels amazing. “So – what made you decide to come back?”

You smile a little sheepishly, even though he can’t see your face at the moment. “You’ll probably laugh at me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Well – I walked home from my job at the bar the other night, and I took a different route than usual. I saw this little occult shop – you know, the kind with ‘Fortunes Told’ and ‘Palm Reading’ painted on the windows.” He chuckles softly, and you continue. “I decided, what the hell? Walked in, and the woman was getting ready to close. So I said ‘I’ll come back another time.’ She turned around and took one look at me, and said, ‘No, please. Sit.’ So I did. She held out her hand, and I gave her mine, and she ran her fingers over my palm. Then she looked me in the eye and said, ‘I can give you what you so desperately desire.’”

You shift a little so you can look up at his face as you continue your story. “I started to get up, told her I wasn’t interested in buying a potion or a spell, but she grabbed my hand to stop me. ‘No,’ she said, ‘I am not trying to sell you a potion or spell. If you do as I say, you can have what your heart is crying out for.’ She squeezed my hand, and said, ‘You must go home.’ I said, ‘Well, I’m on my way home right now,’ but she shook her head and said, ‘No. You must go home. To Kansas.’ I started to shake my head and pull away again, but she wouldn’t let go of my hand. ‘You must go home. Your heart knows this. Listen to what it is saying,’ she said. And she wouldn’t even take any money.”

“Seriously?”

You nod. “Yes. And I fought it for a couple of days, but I finally – I knew she was right. I knew I needed to come back. I knew I needed to make things right with you. Even if you couldn’t forgive me for running away, I knew I needed to try.”

He leans down to kiss you, lingering for a long moment before pulling back to look at you, his fingers brushing your hair back from your eyes. “I’m glad you listened to her. Just promise me something.”

You look into his eyes, biting at your lip and nodding. “Promise me you’ll never leave like that again. Promise me you’ll come and talk to me, or talk to Sam. I went fucking crazy when you left and I couldn’t find you. I thought I…”

“I’m so sorry, Dean. I promise. I promise that will never happen again.” You take a deep breath before going on. “You should know, I’m not going to hunt anymore.”

He nods, looking away from you for a moment, his jaw working as he gets his emotions under control before he faces you again.“Baby, I don’t care if you hunt. I never did. I don’t care what you do, I just want you to be happy.” His arms tighten around you as he continues. “And I want you to remember that you can talk to me. I just want you here with me, whatever that looks like, I don’t care. I need you.”

You have tears in your eyes yet again as you tilt your face to kiss him. “I need you, too. And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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[beanbagstab]

Just some ideas about how these two would attend a ball in my Runaway King AU!

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Sonic and Amy have to attend a royal ball early in their relationship....its does not go as smoothly as their stewards had hoped it would. However, it's been years since King “Arthur" has shown his face in high society and Miss Amy must be presented to the Ton as soon as possible in order to legitimize her presence as their future Queen. Her lack of awareness of high society's expectations and her lack of a formal upbringing make her stick out in this crowd. The king fairs no better, he shows ups late to his own ball, without his tail coat, all while sporting an expression of undeniable disdain for this evening events. The ball's attendants, who could spot even a hair out of place from across the room, act only as polite as they do to keep up appearances and to stay in the good graces in the eyes of the royal family. It would do Miss Amy much good to form meaningful connections with the noble women present but it seems she has her heart set on getting a dance with the king- who appears to want for anything but this place.

[noyob]

various owl house sketches :p

[muttgirl]

I just wanna put this since ive never said this and feel strongly about it. I do not encourage or condone the act of minors running away from home. I think running away from home and cutting ties to family is an extreme reaction that is absolutely necessary at times. I found it necessary for me. I also think the threshold for it being helpful is extremely high because it carries a low rate of success (my measure being: living in a better situation than your previous one/not enduring additional trauma along the way). It’s incredibly dangerous to promote the idea that is it a solution when it is not. It is, at best, the lesser of two evils.

[rogdona]

[cameforstuff]

[crispy-critter]

get ARTDUMPED idiot 🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗

[hadesisqueer]

Gotta love the Runaways and always gonna love how Nico has such unintentional rizz that she canonically hooked up with like half the group lmao.

(With 'friends' I mean 'best friends' obviously they're all friends)

[queen0fm0nsterz]

that one scene