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Words: 3,772 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: language, violence, gore, angst A/N: This is the final part of the Return series. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It's always bittersweet when a series ends, but it opens the door for what's next. Summary: Daryl, Y/N, and the survivors of the raid on Meridian return home to Alexandria.

“Hey. Y/N,” Daryl’s gentle voice nudged you awake. You thought perhaps he pressed a kiss to the top of your head too, but if he did it was so gentle you may have entirely imagined it. “‘M sorry to wake ya.”

You stirred against his shoulder and blinked your eyes open. Even the diffuse, cloudy light made your head throb. The pounding in your head intensified and the pain in your face and body resurfaced as consciousness flooded back, but seeing and feeling Daryl beside you seemed to lessen it the next moment.

“Ya’ve been out quite a while,” he murmured. You could feel the deep reverberation of his words in his broad chest and they were woven with worry. “Ya should have some water and somethin’ to eat. Sorry,” he said again. He was loathe to wake you from what had seemed a peaceful sleep. Your body had grown heavy as soon as you’d settled in the wagon, finally giving up the last bit of fight you had left in you after the events in Meridian.

“It’s alright,” you said, straightening as best you could. Your body ached and stabbed with pain but you did your best to move without betraying it. Daryl was worried enough already. “I could eat a little I suppose.”

Daryl reached into a nearby basket of apples and selected a particularly shiny red one, offering it to you. “What about you?” you asked, accepting it. “Have you eaten?”

“Nah. Ain’t hungry,” he said dismissively.

“Daryl,” you said, disbelief in your tone. “Share this with me at least.” You glanced around the packed wagon at all the goods that would soon feed Alexandria. “There’s plenty here. And we’ll make another trip soon for the rest. You need to eat something too.”

Studying your face, beneath the bruises and swelling which made his heart ache with regret and rage, he saw genuine worry and he gave in. “Alrigh’,” he said, smiling a little. “As long ya ain’t got cooties,” he joked, attempting to cheer you from your anxiety. It worked. You smiled at him despite how it tweaked the injuries on your face.

“Cooties?” you asked before taking a bite of the apple. You glanced over your shoulder at Gabriel and Negan on the driver platform and then lowered your voice. “I think you’ve already got mine if I have them.” You settled against him again, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“I s’pose that’s true.” He held up his canteen and offered it to you. “Kinda hopin’ you’ll dose me with some more, now that ya mention it... Whenever you’re feelin’ up to it, that is.” His hand landed gently on your thigh and the touch inflamed the little fire you carried for him in your heart. You took a deep drink from his canteen and nodded.

“As soon as I can,” you said softly. Your hand landed lightly over his on your leg.

But the lighthearted moment passed and Daryl’s eyes were roaming over your face. You turned a little to meet them again. “How are ya feelin’?” he asked. There was something that sounded almost like a deep ache in his voice. Every part of him wanted to take away your pain, take away your wounds, and put it on himself. What you’d gone through—for him, for the community you’d barely been a part of, he didn’t have words to describe how grateful he was for all of it, and how regretful at the same time.

“I’m okay,” you said, ducking your gaze.

“Y/N… C’mon. Dun bullshit me,” he drawled.

You gulped and met his eyes again, nodding. “Well, every part of me had the shit kicked out of it from Carver or Leah or both. So… pretty shit physically,” you said with a dry laugh. And honestly—mentally, I’m—I’m a bit up and down,” you admitted.

Daryl frowned and the creases on his forehead grew deeper. His hand on your leg moved up and down slightly, comfortingly.

“It’s just—fighting like that, Carver and—,” you touched the deep bruising on your neck absently and Daryl felt another swell of fury before you went on, “and having a shotgun trained on my chest—” you broke off for a moment, struggling to clear the lump in your throat enough to talk, “brings up some bad, distant and not-so-distant memories.”

Daryl nodded. “Ya wanna tell me ‘bout ‘em or—”

Your eyes dropped again and you shook your head, the corners of your mouth pulling downward and drawing into a frown. “Not right now. Sometime though, I will. Or you’ll read about them in my journal.” You considered him thoughtfully for a moment. Your voice was low and soft when you spoke again. “I’m sure you’re going through the same thing with whatever they put you through, whatever tests, whatever… awful fucking shit they made you do.”

Daryl’s gaze dropped and you saw him gulp.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered to him, pressing a cool hand to clasp his face. “Look at me, Daryl. It’s not your fault. You didn’t have a choice.”

He shook his head, his blue eyes a little glassy. “I keep thinkin’ maybe I shoulda done the whole thing different… maybe I shoulda just—fuckin’ killed all of ‘em as soon as I had the chance. I shoulda put a bolt in the back of their skulls as soon as I was outta that cage. Pope, Carver… her. I was bein’ selfish tryin’ to save my own ass and—maybe tryin’ to see some good in her that wasn’t really there.”

“You weren’t being selfish. You weren’t at all,” you reassured him, your heart aching. “And looking for the good in people? Daryl, that’s one of your best qualities. Despite all the fucking shit you’ve been through, the fact that you still do that is incredible. It’s part of the reason I fell in love with you in the first place. And this? We couldn’t have done it without you. All this food that’s going home to feed our kids… we wouldn’t have pulled it off without you. They probably would’ve caught all of us just trying to get inside the walls.”

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip for a long moment, but finally nodded. “We made it. We’re goin’ home,” he finally drawled. He wrapped his arm around you again. “Now, c’mon. Eat.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you shared the crisp apple, savoring the sweetness and peace of the moment with a satisfying soundtrack of the horses’ hooves. You were safe. You were again together. The Reapers were gone. Leah, whatever she’d been to Daryl once, whoever she was, was irrelevant. You had food for back home. You could rest. You could fall into life together.

At length, Dayrl spoke again. “I gotta ask ya somethin’,” he said suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Before, ya said ya thought somethin’ was wrong back home.” The worry had returned and settled heavily on his brow. “What’d ya mean by that?”

You sighed, nodding. “It’s just—a feeling. Mother’s intuition maybe. I’m not sure.” Another moment passed, but with more tension. “How far are we?” you asked.

“Not far now,” Daryl replied. “Couple miles I think. Ya slept most of the way. S’good. Ya needed to. Especially if—if somethin’ is wrong when we get back home.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. You watched the arches of tree branches overhead. The gentle rocking of the wagon could have lulled you back into another heavy sleep if you weren’t so aware now of how close you were to seeing DJ and the rest of your found family again. “Do you ever—” you broke off, wondering how to voice this fear that seemed so part of you now that it was etched on your ribs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be done fighting, if there will ever be anything like peace and rest again. Real rest. And if there is, what if I don’t know how to just… be anymore?” You glanced up at his face, a questioning expression, but one glance at your eyes showed Daryl the turmoil and disquiet that accompanied this thought.

Daryl lifted a hand to brush the back of his fingers lightly against your cheek, a tender touch that was almost involuntary. “Every day is a fight now against somethin’, seems like. Shit, we just finished the war with the Whisperers and then you and Maggie show up with them stories ‘bout the Reapers and…” he trailed off. “I dunno. S’a fight against somethin’ always—hunger, sickness, the dead or the living… but if I didn’t believe there would eventually be some kinda rest or peace thrown in, somethin’ worth fightin’ for, I woulda opted out a long fuckin’ time ago. There’s plenty to fight, but we fight it for the right reasons.”

Your eyes flickered between his. “What’s it look like?”

“Hmm?”

You settled back in against him. “This peaceful life… tell me about it. Please? What does it look like?”

Daryl was silent for a minute or two. It felt like a long time. Then, his hand gave your leg a gentle squeeze. “If ya’d asked me just a short time ago,” he shrugged. “I dunno if I coulda answered. But now… it looks like this,” he drawled. His voice softened and was hardly above a whisper. “You and me. Together.”

Daryl watched you smile at him and tears brimmed in your eyes. Your heart swelled.

“It looks like me sneakin’ out to hunt ya some breakfast while ya sleep in our bed… sunlight bouncin’ off your bare skin as it comes through a crack in the curtains. It looks like Jude and RJ, Hershel, Gracie, and DJ growin’ up together with space to run around, food on the table every night. It looks like you waitin’ for me on the couch with a cup of tea late at night, just wearin’ one of my old flannels and those big wool socks ya used to like that are way too big for ya. It’s hot showers together, where I can’t keep my damn hands off ya.” Daryl had leaned his head back against the wagon behind him, his blue eyes gazing up toward the sky and fingers of the trees as if he was reading this future in them. You leaned into him and kissed his neck just below his jaw and then his lips when he turned to look at you again.

Your eyes were still sparkling with tears, crinkled at the corners in a smile. “That’s everything I want,” you breathed.

Daryl took your hand and kissed the underside of your wrist. “Then you’ll have it,” he said, nudging his nose up in a nod.

Suddenly, Gabriel was turning around from the driver’s platform. “Daryl…” There was trepidation in his voice.

You and Daryl both turned and your eyes fixed on a column of smoke rising from the direction of home. Daryl was on his feet and then reaching for his crossbow. Your stomach plummeted like a lead anchor had been attached and pushed into deep water.

“No… the kids,” you said in a low voice.

Daryl gulped. “Let’s just wait. We dunno anythin’ yet. We dun know…” but his heart was hammering wildly in his chest. Putting a hand on the edge of the wagon, he vaulted himself out onto the road, landing heavily on his boots.

You moved to follow him, but he spun. “No. Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “Stay in the wagon. Ya ain’t in no shape for this. Just lemme protect ya for once.”

Waiting for your home to come into view, knowing that at least something was burning was absolutely excruciating. Your eyes stayed fixed ahead. When the gate finally came into view, you were at least somewhat relieved to see Carol and Jerry standing on the watch platform.

Daryl, who was walking in front of the wagon, glanced back at your over his shoulder and gave you a stiff nod. Carol and Jerry hurried to meet you, swinging the gate open wide for the wagon to roll in. Carol grabbed Daryl into a tight hug immediately and then followed him over the back of the wagon where you were making your way through the piled stacks of supplies.

“Jesus,” Carol muttered under her breath to Daryl, watching you move gingerly and easily seeing the bruising and swelling on your face and neck. “What the hell did you guys go through? And so few of you…”

Daryl nodded and stepped forward to help you down, taking your hand and contemplating just scooping you up for a moment. But you were too quick and landed on your feet.

“Hiya, Carol,” you said, through a wince you were trying your hardest to hide.

“Jesus, Y/N,” she murmured, rushing to embrace you. “What did they do to you?” she asked, pulling back to examine your injuries. She spun around. “Daryl, take her straight to your house and get her in bed. I can come by with some supplies to help patch her up.”

“Carol—”

“She needs rest and water and some of my special poultice for those bruises and cuts,” Carol said. Her eyes drifted down to your blood-stained clothes. “God, what the hell happened here?”

“Carol—” you said again.

She tried to lift your shirt up to examine your side but you stopped her with a gentle hand. “Carol!”

Her light blue eyes met yours. “Where is my son?” you asked, a shake in your voice.

Carol sighed. “He’s safe. He’s fine.” She looked at Daryl. “All the kids are fine.”

“What the hell happened?” Daryl drawled, taking his place beside you again. “This all from the storm?”

Carol nodded. “Yeah. Wall came down, walkers flooded in. Windmill caught fire. Flood of water… It was like something out of the fucking Old Testament,” she said, glancing around at the destruction.

“Good thing we don’t believe in that then,” you said, giving her a tight smile.

Carol nodded and gave you a worried look. “Hershel and DJ… They got cornered by walkers trying to get to Jerry’s house. With Dog’s help, the two of them held them off and kept RJ safe.

Your hand flew to your mouth. “Oh my God.”

“And Jude and Gracie had their own adventure,” Carol said, a harried expression on her face. “But they’re okay. RJ was with Rosita the whole time. They’re all fine.” Her eyes landed on the bruises on your neck and her expression darkened. “I hope whoever did that to you is fucking dead,” she said, her jaw, tensing. You only nodded.

“He is.” Daryl moved closer to you and his hand landed lightly on your lower back.

Carol’s face softened again. “I mean it, Daryl. Get her cleaned up as best as you can and then to bed. I’ll come by with the—”

“UNCLE DARYL!”

The sound of pounding feet, punctuated by barks and bounding paws, hammered toward you.

“Hey! C’mere!” Daryl yelled back, grinning as he watched Jude and RJ barreling toward him with Dog in front. They collided into him and nearly knocked him over. He wrapped them in a big bear hug and then held them at arm’s length to inspect them. “Ya okay? Yer good?” he asked, smoothing a hand over RJ’s hair. “C’mere.” He hugged them again, with Dog bouncing around them barking happily, but you saw that his eyes were fixed up the road. And then yours were too. Two more figures were running full speed toward you.

“Mom! Mom!” DJ was in the lead with Hershel on his heels. Maggie took off running to meet Hershel and you barely were holding back tears as DJ skidded to a stop in front of you. His shoes slid in the dirt as he saw the injuries on your face, his expression going slack suddenly. But you’d dropped to a knee and thrown your arms around him the next second, hugging him tightly into you.

“Hi, buddy,” you managed through the tightness in your throat. He hugged you back gently, obviously conscious of what shape you appeared to be in. You pulled back and clasped his face in both hands. “You’re okay? You’re alright?” you asked urgently. “Carol said you fought off walkers!”

DJ just nodded, his eyes wandering over your face. “Yeah. I’m okay. Mom—are you okay?”

You swiped a tear from your cheek. “Fine. I’m just fine. I just need some rest, that’s all. It’s nothing.”

Daryl stopped beside you and was peering down at his son. “Is she okay?” DJ asked him, his expression full of worry.

Daryl considered the question thoughtfully for a moment. “Yer mom fought like hell to get back to ya. And she took a bit of hurt… but she’s the strongest person I know. She’s gonna be just fine in no time.”

You straightened up and gave Daryl a soft look, almost overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions washing over you.

Then Daryl ducked his head, and bent down to DJ’s level. “‘M sorry I couldn’t stop her from gettin’ hurt. I ain’t doin’ such a good job at my promise so far,” he drawled.

Your brow contracted in a question and your mouth opened to reassure Daryl, but DJ beat you to it.

“Dad,” DJ said suddenly. Daryl was stunned to hear his son address him that way. It put him off-balance for a long moment. His eyes snapped back to his son’s. “Those people—the ones who destroyed our last home… they’re the ones who hurt Mom?” he asked.

Daryl nodded, swallowing at the lump in his throat. “Yeah, bud. They are.”

“But—it’s over, right? They can’t get us anymore.”

Daryl put a gentle hand on DJ’s shoulder. “It’s over. Ain’t no more of ‘em left.”

DJ took this in for a moment in silence and then glanced back up at his father. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not your fault Mom got hurt. I’m just—I’m glad you’re both back,” he said.

Daryl swallowed back some emotion and nodded, gently clasping a hand to DJ’s earnest face. “We’re back. Yer stuck with us,” he drawled.

At that, DJ smiled.

Carol, who had been watching the reunion with tears of her own, finally burst forward. “Daryl—I’m sorry to interrupt again but Y/N needs a real meal and rest.”

“Would ya quit pesterin’ me?” Daryl said good-naturedly, rising to his feet again, shooting a smirk at his best friend. “I know how to take care of my own damn woman. Oh—that is… uhh—” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and looked over at you with wide-eyes.

“I KNEW IT!” Judith shouted from beside RJ. “I knew it!” she said again, bouncing happily. “You two are in love!”

From his place leaning on the cart next to Lydia, Negan let out a deep, satisfied laugh. “Damn right you knew it, Jude. And just for the record—I did too.”

You rolled your eyes at Negan. “Cat’s out of the bag, I guess,” you said with a laugh, your cheeks blushing red. You looked at bright-eyed Judith. “You knew it. You were right. Now get over here and give me a hug.” She and RJ both did, gently and sweetly.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Can I do anythin’ else for ya?” Daryl asked from his seat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” you replied. The house was dark and still. The kids were all sleeping in the other room. Daryl’s features flickered in the light and shadow of the candles lit on the bedside table.

“Name it,” he said.

“Stop worrying so much, first of all. Secondly,” you paused and bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. “Get in bed with me right now please.” Your lips curved in a soft smile and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat.

“I can give ya one out of the two.” He threw the quilt back and slipped into bed beside you, gently covering you over again. You reached for him and rested your hand on the curve of his neck. Your eyes were still smiling. He moved closer into your body.

“I’ll take it,” you said softly. Your eyes flickered over his handsome face. “I need you to do something for me tomorrow evening.”

“Anythin’,” Daryl said, brushing a stray strand of hair off your bruised and battered face. His heart ached every time he looked at the bruises marking your skin.

“After the kids go to bed, I need you to find me one of your old flannels and those wool socks. And I need you to make me a cup of tea,” you said.

Daryl smiled. Just a little one, but one that touched the corners of his blue eyes and sent them sparkling. “We startin’ that life then?” he drawled.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Right now.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” Daryl drawled.

“Me either.”

Daryl leaned in and kissed you with the same heat as the very first time you’d kissed all those years ago back at the farm, just a couple of kids sitting on rounds of wood with lightning practically crackling in the air between you. He kissed you the way he had when you’d first exchanged “I love you’s” at the prison, and with the weightiness of everything when you were reunited after it fell. He kissed you with the same exact yearning and fire as he had when you’d seen the tattoo of your initials in the center of his chest, that night after the run at the base. He kissed you the way he had when he’d told you that he’d never fallen out of love with you, that he’d carried that flame for you all of the ten years you’d been apart… and that’s how you knew he’d kiss you that way for the rest of your lives, your new lives.

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anthruser · 2 months

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i am neutral towards galladads (more so...towards no), but every so often i tangle with my personal takes (or what i'd love to see) and i wanna share. strap in, it's long. pt. 1

Ian doesn't push the thought of kids. They had a conversation about it after s11x12, but it took some time, it wasn't immediate. Basically, I think Ian relished the idea of being an uncle for a while. After all, it's always Mickey before anything.

They took care of Franny, Freddie (+upcoming kiddo), and Liam when they were asked to as favors. It subconsciously became this mental practice for them. Some unspoken tension kept rising, cause they felt the other was thinking the same thing but went unmentioned. Partially cause Ian decided not to press, and doing so meant breaking that threshold.

I think Mickey brought it up one day probably, Ian felt somewhat defensive at first, but since he always reminds Mickey about the importance of "communication," it'd bite him in the ass, so he gave in and spoke his truth. They had another conversation about it that ended in an agreement to see a "shrink." They started going, it was a deconstruction of years of trauma, fears, repressed emotions, y'know the drill.

Considering that they were between 25-27 when the show ended, I think they engaged in "intense" therapy for like 5-7 years maybe. Trying to talk through the bulks of it, for the purpose of parenting in the near future.

Through that time, they first contacted Debbie, had thoroughly researched artificial insemination (pls mickey thinking he would have to bang Debbie makes me cry 💀), had a lengthy talk with her. I haven't reached shameless far enough to know Debbie's character, but I think she probably gives them informed advice, a lot of "you guys sure you wanna do this??" And I don't think it stems from a place of objection, more so worry. I like to think she eventually caves in and accepts to help them when they're ready. She loves Ian, Ian loves Franny and Debbie (fuck JW for making it seem like he doesn't in s11) and Mickey and Debbie are besties.

(this is a huge reach but I ponder nonetheless) After thinking of Debbie, I think maybe Ian thinks of Mandy. I fully believe (like many other people) that Ian kept in touch with Mandy from time to time ever since she left, and at some point encouraged her and Mickey to reconnect. It's a slow process, but he knows both of them needed it and yearned for it deep down.

He breaks the news to her that they're gonna be parents at some point, sort of fills her in on the process and the years of therapy, gets Mickey to tell her anecdotes too or whatever. The thing is, at some point in the conversation, he yaps about how he has always wanted two, a boy and a girl (because Ian is a dork like that). That Debbie is only gonna do this once for now because...well that was the agreement, ofc, and he just doesn't wanna overwhelm Mick with two kids of their own even though that's what they practically baby sit.

Jokingly (at first), Mandy offers herself as a surrogate in case they aim for another kid. Ian sheepishly declines, that he couldn't ask her after everything she's been through, but Mandy reassures him that shit is different now. Times have changed, and that even though it's a big deal, she'd comply. Ian says he'll think about it, talk with Mick in case shit does happen as to not spook him. It was a pleasant talk.

He talks to Mickey and at first he doesn't know how to handle the thought of two kids, one of them from Mandy, and he almost feels like all this time in therapy could crumble down at the thought of Mandy being a surrogate. They have a long ass talk.

At the end Mickey affirms that he is open to the responsibility of two kids. The whole thing goes like Ian telling him he doesn't have to do this, that he's fine with just one and that he doesn't have to comply just because Ian would love two kids, and Mickey being like "all these years and you still don't get it through your thick skull that you ain't making me do anything I don't want to" (affectionately ofc). He reassures Ian that if he's making these decisions with him it's because he wants to, and he admits he owes a lot of it to that "shrink" they go to he's come to appreciate. It was a lovely conversation tbh and many fears and goals were shared between them.

#shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless us #gallavich headcanons #galladads #post canon #they'll be good dads #lots of therapy #but they'll pull through #ian x mickey #fluff #shameless s11 e12 #s11e12 #you're gonna be a great dad #gallavich meta

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randomfoggytiger · 2 months

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Collector's Fic: Mulder, Scully, and Courthouse Weddings

Mulder and Scully and weddings-- do they or don't they? In this case they do and they don't.

Tagging @pookie-mulder, who inspired this idea!

Loose chronological order below~

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

in another world - Chapter 22

it happens in vegas, of course, and it happens because of langly and melissa.... it’s directly following mulder’s breakup with diana, and he’s been moping around the hotel room the entire time; dana is in the midst of stressing over a big test for medical school, and has refused to leave the hotel room so that she can study to the point of driving melissa crazy.

AU-- Pre-S1 Mulder and Scully meet and marry in Las Vegas.

I wish you would write a fic where Mulder and Scully are married and domestic af. AU, obviously.

...Mulder and Scully are married on August 16, at a courthouse in Virginia. The date has no significance, no probable reason to get married then—and that, Mulder says, is why it's perfect.

AU S7 Scully is appalled at her and Mulder's shamelessly gooey "married" behavior.

#32: It looks good on you.

He says, “Wanna get married today?”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and maybe an ounce of caution. She says, “You're kidding.”

“Dead serious, Scully.”

AU S7 Mulder and Scully get hitched on a spur-of-the-moment October day.

Five Moments Mulder and Scully Shared (And One They Didn't) (Tumblr)

The new weight is unfamiliar on her hand, but not in a bad way. She grabs his hand and presses a kiss half against his finger and half against his own ring as they huddle together on the steps of the courthouse.

AU Post S11 Mulder and Scully get a second chance at their entire lives; and determine to make better choices with each other.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's Pearl, Ch. 1 (Ao3)

Scully shakes her head. “Sorry, no. I’m just nervous.”

“We can keep holding hands, if you want,” he says quietly. “Play the part of a happy couple for a few minutes.”

She glances at him to see if he’s joking. He’s not; his face is strangely serious.

He should be joking, she thinks.

AU-- Mulder and Scully wed after her cancer diagnosis.

@mchalowitz's (Ao3) chain reaction, part 5

Mulder doesn’t bring up the proposal for three days. He figures he should mention it before the weekend because after two days apart, the seriousness of it will wear off. It’ll just be an awkward occurrence, not a real offer.

“Should we get you a ring?”

Scully coughs out a laugh and glances at him briefly from the filing cabinet.

AU-- Between Scully's cancer and Teena Mulder's drama, Mulder and his partner are able to find a brief, bright spot: their marriage.

@leiascully's (Ao3) Mulder told Scully he would do whatever he could

They get married. It’s a quickie courthouse wedding with Maggie and Tara as their witnesses. Bill refuses to be any part of it.

AU-- Mulder and Scully get married and leave the FBI to adopt and raise Emily.

@myownsuperintendent/MyOwnSuperintendent’s

All a Family

They get married at the courthouse. They bring her mom.... But she smiles during the ceremony, at least, and Scully does too, a little shyly, and Mulder knows he does, in a way he can’t contain.

AU-- Mulder tells Scully about her ova after her remission; and the two have successfully begun an IVF pregnancy and started the adoption process for Emily when they decide to wed for better chances.

Ficlet: “Marry Me” (Ao3)

She stops where she is. “Are you serious?”

He pauses a moment to consider, and then he says, “I’m serious.”

...She’s next to the bed now. “Yes, then.”

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder asks Scully to marry him.

Readjustment

She feels a little bit guilty that she can’t give her mom what she wants, when there’s so much she’s missed out on. Maybe she would have wanted it herself once, but not anymore, now. “We just…we don’t want to wait, Mom,” she says, and maybe that’s silly, since they’ve already waited quite a while. Since they already have a child together, a life, love. But that is how they feel.

AU-- Mulder, Scully, and William are readjusting to life as free citizens no longer on the run... well, Mulder and Scully are, anyway.

@scully-loves-ruthie's Better Call Scully

“Mulder, look at me. He faces downward eyes locked on hers. “Do you really believe that you’ll never stake someone thinking they’re a vampire only to find out too late you were wrong... again?”

He stares at her weighing his response before offering a playful smile as he pulls her toward the courthouse

“That’s what I thought.” She mutters quickening her pace to remain in step with him.

AU-- Post Bad Blood Mulder and Scully get married for "practical" reasons (of course.)

@cauldronoflove/thegoodthebadandthenerdy's All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart

(Mulder had meant his proposal, sure, but in the end it was Scully who proposed. Neatly and to the point, but so full of an unrestrained want and sincerity that Mulder had covered her hand across the crayon-scribbled tabletop without even checking left or right.)

AU-- S7 Scully reflects on the journey from her recent marriage to Mulder while she and her partner are on a case.

AU/Married/ISTJ reflects how banter had turned to serious convo/duo both proposed/courthouse/giddy together on case-- All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart - [Archive]

@msrafterdark's (Ao3) MSR // Ficmas Day 30 - Fireworks

Their belongings are all in storage save for a few toiletries and some clothes for their honeymoon next week. They're signing for a house next month. A simple but beautifully elegant wedding dress hangs on the back of the door of Scully's childhood bedroom. A bundle of wedding presents from relatives and friends--including a rather suspiciously-wrapped gift with the initials "TLG" scrawled on it--sit on Maggie's kitchen table. Even AD Skinner is stopping by for the courthouse appointment tomorrow.

AU-- S7 Mulder and Scully enjoy the night before their wedding together.

beduini/Beduini's Legitimate

The baby moves again and he smiles, a wide, cheek-splitting smile. After a few more minutes, he raises up on his forearm once more and looks down at her with eyes shining, as if he'd just solved a case. "Hey Scully, we got married today."

Her lips turn up in a slight, amused smile. "Yes, Mulder, we did."

AU-- Post Vienen Mulder and Scully hit up the courthouse.

Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer)

Mother of the Bride

"Dana," I whispered, holding my breath and hoping my suspicions about this 'appointment' were correct. "Can you tell me what this is all about?"

Suddenly, Fox was on the phone. "Call it an early birthday present, Mrs. Scully. And maybe a late Mother's Day Present, as well."

Post Existence Mulder and Scully wed at the courthouse.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ) A Tent of Shelter (Ao3)

She smiles at him, her lopsided grin. “Mulder, what can change, really? The taxes. The health insurance. But I think we’ve reached some point of terminal commitment, don’t you think? And you can hardly imagine I’ll be Doctor Mulder. So do I like the idea? I do, very much. But it’s hardly shocking.”

“Scully my love, you need to read more romance novels.”

Post IWTB Mulder wants to get married for his birthday.

@agentscully/agent_scully2084's Important Traditions

With minimal protest, Scully allowed Mulder to carry her over the threshold, laughing as Mulder explained the symbolism of the ancient tradition and appeared to take seriously his duty to protect his new bride from evil spirits.

Post IWTB Mulder and Scully get married in khakis and blue.

@scully/humancredentials's "Did you just call me 'baby' in front of my mother?"

She looks like she’s about to say that yes, something is wrong and that he shouldn’t antagonize her brother that way and even though they’re living together now, even though they’re ink on the paper official, sworn to each other in a courthouse in rural Virginia in front of her mother, her God, and all of their ghosts, it still makes her anxious when it’s on display.

But she doesn’t, doesn’t say any of those things, realizes she doesn’t even really want to.

Post IWTB Mulder is prone to slipping up with pet names after he and Scully tied the knot.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN) AU head canon - Mulder and Scully never separated...

Mulder and Scully marry two months later in a small service at the county courthouse. Scully’s mother gives the bride away while Skinner agrees to be Mulder’s best man. It’s a quiet affair, formal too but it’s exactly what they wanted.

AU-- Post IWTB Mulder and Scully vacay, wed, and stay together during the hard times.

@broadcastnews1987/audries/@kennedyandheidi/inkspl0tchess's (WBM 1/ 2/ 3) Unnamed

“you’re my wife,” he says, over and over. her fingers are tugging at the tie she’d made him wear to the courthouse. he hadn’t really minded. “you’re my wife, scully.”

Post IWTB-- Three moments are Mulder and Scully tied the knot.

@m0lderitsme's Just a post MSIV fluff piece.

A big wedding was most definitely not for either of them. Plus, they didn’t really have anyone to invited anymore. Sure, Scully could have asked her brother Bill and his wife and son, but she didn’t really want them there. They decided that they’d get married in a very, very quick ceremony with a Justice of the Peace.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully marry with Skinner as their witness.

@flukemen/@pinebluffvariants/pinebluffvariant's Barrows

On a Friday afternoon, Mulder and Scully get out of a cab just a few blocks from the basement where they used to eat hotdogs at midnight and argue over evidence, when they were young. The streets are cleaner than they used to be, back then. The air is too. At least it feels that way today.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully wait in line outside the courthouse... and watch Skinner skip right on through.

@kateyes224's (Ao3)

Unchained Melody

Scully wiggled her small toes on the hard-wood floor, glad to be barefoot. Her pale ecru dress shimmered in the darkened kitchen, her face half shadowed. She looked up at Mulder, and something in the way she was sitting, staring up at him, her cerulean eyes luminous in the dark, niggled at his brain like deja vu.

After the courthouse ceremony, Mulder remembers one moment when his parents looked really, truly happy with each other.

Honorable mentions:

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s The Proposal (Parts 1/, 2/, 3/, 4/)

jeri’s (Gossamer) Vulpecula (Gossamer 1/ 2/) (post here)

@rationalcashew/RationalCashew's Dark is the Way; Light is the Place (Tumblr)

Vickie Moseley’s "My Dearest Son"

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part seven

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

TW FOR SA AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!! This specific scene will be following material from the show and I tried to avoid details, but please take care of yourself and skip that final bit if needed.

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“Daryl, cover the back!” Shane commanded. “Everyone inside, now.”

You all pushed through the doors, entering a main lobby that was completely empty.

“Hello?” Rick called out, the sound of a gun cocking caught your attention.

An older man stood in the doorway, rifle in hand. “Anybody infected?”

“One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick confessed.

“Why are you here?” The man asked. “What do you want?”

“A chance.”

“That's asking an awful lot these days.”

Rick nodded, shifting his feet. “I know.”

The man looked everyone over for a moment, letting out a sigh. “You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.”

Rick nodded. “We can do that.”

The man lowered his gun. “If you’ve got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once this door closes it stays closed.”

Already having all you needed, you followed the man towards an elevator. He swiped his access card and it opened, him ushering you all in ahead of him.

“VI, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here.”

He pressed a button, the elevator kicking into gear with a small beep.

Rick held out his hand. “Rick Grimes.”

The man looked down at Rick’s hand before looking away. “Dr. Edwin Jenner.”

“Doctors always go around packing heat like that?” Daryl asked.

“There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself, but you all look harmless enough.” Dr. Jenner spoke, before looking down at Carl. “Except for you, I’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

Carl smiled, looking up at his mother.

The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly creeping open. Dr. Jenner stepped off and you all followed close behind.

“Are we underground?” Carol asked.

Dr. Jenner looked at her. “Are you claustrophobic?”

She nodded. “A little bit.”

“Try not to think about it.” He responded, his tone cold.

You all came to a large dark room, Dr. Jenner asked “VI” to power on the lights. Then, he turned to you all.

“Welcome to Zone Five.”

You looked around the room. “Where is everybody? The other doctors, the staff?”

“It’s just me here.”

“What about the person you were speaking with? VI?” Lori asked.

Dr. Jenner smiled. “VI, say hello to our guests. Tell them ‘welcome’.”

“Hello guests. Welcome.”

His face fell as he looked back at your group. “I’m all that’s left. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t want to push right away, but you couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else had gone. Did they leave? Did they die and turn? Was this place as safe as you’d all thought?

Dr. Jenner began taking blood from each person in your group. The last up was Andrea.

“What’s the point of this?” She asked. “If we were infected, we’d all be running a fever.”

“I’ve already broken every rule in the book by letting you in here.” Dr. Jenner responded. “At least let me be thorough.”

Andrea nodded. “Fair enough.”

When Dr. Jenner was finished taking her blood, Andrea stood up, her knees immediately giving out. You caught her before she could fall, Andrea slowly regaining her senses.

“Are you okay?” Jacqui asked.

Andrea nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jacqui turned to Dr. Jenner. “She hasn’t eaten in days. None of us have.”

Looking between the members of your group, Dr. Jenner gave you a soft smile. “I think we can fix that.”

…

You sat at a large dining table with your group, laughing as your nephew took his first sip of wine. The boy recoiled, sticking out his tongue as he handed the glass to his mother.

“That’s disgusting.”

Lori smiled, pouring the wine into her own glass. “That’s my boy.”

“Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud.” Shane smiled.

Daryl pointed across the table. “Not you, Glenn.”

“What?”

“Keep drinking, little man. I want to see how red your face can get.”

Everyone continued to laugh and enjoy their first real meal in months. You couldn’t help but soak in the looks on their faces; you had begun to feel as though this kind of joy was impossible now.

Rick stood up, tapping his fork against his glass. “It seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.”

“He’s more than just our host.” T-Dog gleamed.

Daryl held his glass in the air. “Here’s to you, Doc, booyah!”

You held out your glass for a moment, slowly bringing it back towards your lips and taking a sip. Across the table, you noticed Shane, his brows furrowed as he was slumped in his seat.

Shane cleared his throat, sitting up straight. “So when are you gonna tell us what the Hell happened here, Doc? All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?”

“Is this really the time for that?” You asked. “Can’t we just enjoy this moment?”

“Whoa, wait a second. This is why we’re here, right? This was Rick’s move—supposed to find all the answers.” Shane responded. “Instead we found him. Found one man, why?”

“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left,” Dr. Jenner explained. “Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.”

“Every last one?”

“No, many couldn’t face walking out the door. They opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.”

“You didn’t leave.” Andrea whispered. “Why?”

“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”

The room fell silent for what felt like forever, everyone taking in his words. If the members of the CDC had given up so soon, how were any of them to believe there was any hope?

“Dude,” Glenn spoke. “You are such a buzzkill.”

The rest of your meal was mostly spent in silence. Dr. Jenner then showed you to the dorms, everyone piling into their own rooms. He’d mentioned hot water, and you absolutely could not wait to have a shower.

You placed your bag on the bed, unzipping it and removing a hair brush. That was one of the things you’d kept close since the world ended. You could still remember your mother brushing your hair after each bath when you were a little girl, a small comfort that meant the world to you, especially now.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you headed into the small bathroom of your dorm.

…

Later that evening, you decided to leave your dorm, wanting to visit the rec room. You hoped there might be some good books there; it had been weeks since you’d finished the last one you’d managed to bring with you to the quarry.

You exited the room, your body instantly colliding with someone else's.

“Shit,” You mumbled, looking up. “I’m sorry.”

Daryl eyed you, opening his mouth to speak. He quickly closed it, taking a moment before finally deciding to respond. “It’s fine.”

“Is everyone else asleep already?”

He shrugged. “I haven’t seen anyone.”

You looked down, noticing a bottle of wine in his hands. He seemed to notice, letting out a sigh as he handed you the bottle.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip.

Daryl shifted his feet, his eyes locked on the floor. “What do you think about all this?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone abandoned this place.” Daryl spoke. “What does that tell you?”

“It tells me that he’s no closer to finding a cure than they were when the world went to shit.” You sighed, taking another sip before passing Daryl back the bottle. “Look, I’m thankful we have a place to sleep tonight, but I really don’t think we’re gonna get the answers we came here for.”

“You think we should’ve followed Shane’s plan?”

This question took you aback and you weren’t entirely sure how to answer it. In your head you felt this was a dead end, but you knew you’d have gone wherever Rick had wanted to go.

“I think it’s still an option.” You shrugged. “Sure, we’re low on gas but surely we can find some somewhere. Enough to get us all to Fort Benning. What do you think?”

Daryl looked confused. “What do I think?”

You nodded. “I mean, I know you probably still wonder where Merle could be. I know I would. If this place doesn’t work out how we wanted, would you come with us?”

There was a small silence between the two of you. “Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t.”

“Better for who?”

“In all this time I’ve been with this group, you’re the first person who’s asked where I stand.” Daryl confessed, taking a sip of the wine. “I think everyone would be better off if I just went to look for my brother.”

You couldn’t help but frown. “Like it or not, you’re one of us. You see things differently than we do, and sometimes, that’s a good thing. If you want to go, I won’t stop you, but I’d feel better if you stayed with us.”

A small smile crept across his face, though you could tell he was trying to hide it. “Even after this morning?”

“You saved my life last night.” You responded. “I get where you were coming from with Jim. I think we all do. Sometimes it’s just not so easy, you know?”

Daryl nodded, handing you back the bottle. “I’m gon’ head to bed.”

You nodded, watching him as he slowly disappeared down the hall. There was a calmness falling over you. For the first time since you’d met Daryl, you were beginning to believe there was some good he was hiding beneath the surface. As much as you felt awful for thinking it, maybe he was better off without Merle around?

The sound of a door slamming shut down the hall caught your attention. You knew it came from the direction of the rec room, so you slowly made your way over. When you placed your hand on the doorknob, you began to hear faint whispers.

“I love you.” Shane spoke.

“No, you’re drunk.” You froze, Lori’s voice catching you off guard.

“And I know there were some things that say that you love me, too. Because there’s no way that you could’ve been with me the way that you were.”

You could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. How had you missed this all this time? When did this even start?

“Shane.” Lori spoke. “Shane!”

“Just, stop.” He continued. “You love me.”

“Get your hands off me.”

“I love you. There’s nobody here.”

“Stop it!”

With that, you swung the door open, just as Lori scratched Shane’s neck. He pulled away from her, taking a moment before looking behind him; right at you. The silence was deafening, a million different things running through each of your minds.

“I think you should go, Shane.” You finally choked out.

Shane looked back at Lori for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing past you and out of the room.

Lori’s eyes locked on to yours, her eyes filled with tears as she searched for the words to say. She wasn’t sure how much you’d heard.

You looked back in the hallway, making sure Shane was out of sight before you closed the door. As you stepped towards Lori, she tensed up, trying her best to keep her eyes on you.

“Are you okay?” You whispered.

Lori stood there for a moment, letting her feelings sink in. “I-I think so.”

You nodded. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“Y/N-”

“Please, don’t.” You whispered. “We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

In that moment, Lori knew that you’d heard enough. As much as you wanted answers, your main focus was getting her safely back to her room.

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AN: I didn't exactly plan to include that scene, but writing this chapter just slowly took me in that direction. It also sets up a lot for season two, including Reader's feelings about Shane and her internal conflict over if/how she should tell Rick. I won't get into spoilers with those plans, but you'll see later. The final chapter of season one should be out later this week. If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

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franklespine · 4 months

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Honestly, it's about the fact that in the midst of his s13 depression arc, 13.12, instead of saying 'Mum's still stuck with Lucifer in apocalypse world', Sam says "Mum's still in hell" then backtracks and is like "...basically."

The old Freudian slip. It just speaks to the fact that to him hell is not a physical place like everyone else seems to perceive it to be. Hell is a person and that person is Lucifer.

The microcosm inside the Cage feels almost like a separate world altogether, one that is at Lucifer's complete discretion. As we see in Sam's trip to the limbo cage in s11, Lucifer is fully capable of walking them through the hallways of Sam's mind, legitimising his memories into an entirely new setting. (I call it the limbo cage because I feel like what we see in s11 is a sort of in-between state between the metaphysical concept of the Cage and the physical place Hell - like Rowena's spell caught Lucifer pressed between films, neither in the Cage or in Hell and suitable secure [or we are supposed to believe] - but this is more of an interpretation thing than something that they actually state in the text... to my knowledge).

Given the massive amount of time that Sam spent in the Cage I have no doubt that he was pulled inside out in every sense of the term - mentally, physically, spiritually, and in a similar way as we see Lucifer walk Sam through his own memories here. I don't think there's a single thing that Lucifer didn't do to him there. The only consistency in Sam's hell is Lucifer and the knowledge of their isolation. Hell is Lucifer and this makes his s7 hallucinations and time with him in s11 indistinguishable from the Cage. Just as Mary in apocalypse world with Lucifer is indistinguishable from hell - the Cage. Basically.

All of this to say........... interesting word choice there Sam.

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #Lucifer #sam and lucifer #spn 13x12 #love love love this episode #mwehehehehe #but also euuoogghhhh sammy.........#legitimate number of moments in this episode have me wanting to cut the cameras....#please can he not suffer anymore #my interference of the limbo cage comes from my denial that that set is the Cage.... no... the Cage defies human explanation and observatio #it is not a metal box it is so much worse #euuugghhh jet lag so tired

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samsexualdeancurious · 7 months

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Who Knows? (Everyone Knows)

Pairing: Sam x Castiel

Words: 1,440

Summary: Sam and Cas think no one knows about their relationship.

Warnings: Secretly dating, a teensy bit of nsfw content, set sometime in early s11-ish.

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“Popcorn?” Sam asks, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

Castiel considers this for a moment. He’s stripped down to his boxers - no more fully dressed angels in Sam’s bed unless they’re heading for stages of undress, thank you very much. He might be a stranger to societal norms but shoes? No. - and has made himself comfortable under the covers. “I might have a handful or two,” he decides.

Sam nods and leans over to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “All right. Get Netflix set up and I’ll be right back.”

The floor of the bunker is cold underfoot as Sam makes his way to the kitchen. He finds the last back of popcorn in the cupboard and makes a mental note to add it to the grocery list as he tears open the plastic. He pops the bag in the microwave and leans against the counter while he waits. His eyes find the fridge, considering grabbing a beer before he heads back to his room. Cas won’t want one, he knows, but maybe he’ll take two.

Dean comes in as the popcorn starts doing its thing. “That the last one?” he asks, making a beeline to the fridge for a beer of his own.

“Yup.”

“I’ll add it to my list for tomorrow. Beer?”

He tips one towards Sam and cracks it open when he gets a nod in response. Sam accepts the bottle. He keeps one eye on the microwave, listening carefully for the pops to slow down.

“Maybe we should get an air popper or something,” Sam muses as Dean rummages through the fridge, trying to decide what to snack on. “We seem to go through a lot of it.”

“That’s because it’s good. We could get one of those carnival machines. The red ones with the pot thing, like they have at the movies.”

“And put it where? The library?”

“Hell yeah. Popcorn would make research slightly more bearable.”

Sam rolls his eyes and stops the microwave. “You can still have that with an air popper. Plus, it would fit on the kitchen counter and be healthier.”

Dean makes a face, emerging from the fridge with his chosen snack - leftover pizza from the day before. “You’re no fun.”

“Not all of us can live on red meat and cheese. Where’s the popcorn bowl?”

“On the drying rack. And that’s too bad for you. Speaking of ‘us’, where’s Cas? He was here earlier but I can’t find him now.”

Sam retrieves the bowl, forcing himself to stay relaxed and his expression neutral. “I don’t know. Why, do you need him for something?”

Dean shrugs, mouth already full of cold pizza even though he could definitely microwave it. Sam’s never really understood that, even though it was basically a delicacy for his roommates in his dorm days. “Nah, I just didn’t hear him leave. He usually lets us know where he’s going.”

Sam makes a noncommittal noise and pours steaming popcorn into the bowl. Sam knows Dean isn’t homophobic. That’s not why he’s insisted on keeping his relationship with Cas secret, at least for these early months while they found their rhythm as a couple. What he’s really been worried about is how Dean will react to him and Cas. Specifically Cas. Dean’s brother and Dean’s best friend. “He’ll probably shoot you a text at some point.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be half emoji.”

Sam can’t help a laugh at that. Cas is fond of emojis. He blames Claire. “I’ll let you know if I hear from him.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

Popcorn and beer in hand, Sam returns to his room. Cas is right where Sam left him but Netflix is pulled up on the TV now and their current movie night selection - Interstellar - is waiting to be played.

“Popcorn acquired,” Sam says as he locks the bedroom door. “Comfy?”

“Very. C’mere.”

Sam is more than happy to set his bowl and beer on the bedside table and crawl under the covers beside Cas. He settles with his back propped against the headboard, Cas tucked under his arm with his head pillowed on Sam’s chest.

“Ready?” Cas asks.

Sam nods, reaching for the popcorn to settle it in his lap where they can both reach it. “Ready.”

Before Cas, Sam hadn’t slept with someone else in the bed since Jess. He thought it would take him a while to adjust to having someone tucked against his body, their warmth mingling with his, their breath on his skin. The first night he spent with Castiel in his bed, though, was the best night of sleep he’d had in years. With Cas there, Sam’s nightmares have dropped to rare occurrences and when they do happen, they’re soothed away by the angel’s cool palm on his forehead. Cas doesn’t sleep but he enjoys laying with Sam, meditating and resting while Sam gets his eight hours.

The downside of all these perks, though, is Sam struggles more with getting started in the morning. Why go for a run when it’s cold and dark when he can stay in bed and burn off calories in some… other ways? He doesn’t often allow himself to cave to this urge - he needs to keep up his routine for his own sanity - but this morning, the weather app on his phone says it’s raining and cold. Running in the rain is the last thing he wants to do, especially when Cas is tracing warm fingertips over the point of Sam’s hipbone where his t-shirt has ridden up.

Sam hums softly, stretching and returning his phone to his bedside table. “Feels nice.”

Cas kisses the back of his shoulder in response. “Are you going?”

“No. The weather sucks.” Sam twists around under the covers to face his boyfriend, bumping noses as he gets settled on his other side. “Besides, I’d much rather be here.”

Cas’s hand curls around Sam’s hip as their lips meet, pressing their bodies together from chest to knees. Sam sighs happily against Cas’s mouth and allows himself to get lost in this. His morning wood is perking up, very interested in the proceedings, but neither of them move to take things further than this. It’s not often they can take their time and just sink into the simple intimacy of a good make out. Sam would like for it to eventually lead to something more, though, if Cas is feeling up for it.

“Yo! Sammy! You up?”

Sam groans, tearing his mouth away from his lover’s and pressing his face into Castiel’s bare shoulder. Dean bangs loudly on the door.

“Fuck off, Dean!” Sam shouts back.

“Knew you were in there. Jody called with a hunt.”

Cas chuckles softly as Sam, very gently, bangs his forehead against the point of Cas’s shoulder a few times. “Go on,” he encourages. “See what it’s about.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Then tell him you’d rather stay home.”

Sam huffs, nods, and sits up. He shoves the blankets off his legs and pads over the bedroom door, opening it enough to see Dean while making sure his body blocks any view of the bed. “What.”

“Jody. Hunt. You comin’? Sounds like a poltergeist and Jody’s got some sheriff thing this weekend, so she can’t go.”

Of course not. “Where?”

“‘Bout six hours north, grumpy gills. Did I interrupt something? Cas give you blue balls?”

Sam’s brain stutters to a halt at that, struggling to process what Dean just said. “... what?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I know he’s in there. Where else would he be? He hasn’t left. His coat’s in the library.”

Sam can only stare.

“What?”

“You know?”

Dean gives him a look that says that’s the dumbest question Sam probably could’ve asked. “Uh. Yeah. I know. You might be the brains of this operation but I’m not blind.” He stands on his toes to peek over Sam’s shoulder and waves. “Hi, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.”

“You got him out of the suit,” Dean observes. “I didn’t know it came off.”

“Dean, seriously-”

“What?”

“You’re okay with this?”

Dean lifts one incredulous brow at Sam. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Now Sam feels a little dumb. “I dunno.”

“For someone so bright, you sure can be dumb. Claire figured it out first anyways.”

“Claire knows?” Sam’s given up on trying to hide Cas from Dean’s eyes. There’s no point. “How-?”

“Dunno. Teenage girl intuition or something, I guess. Anyways. That hunt? You can bring your boyfriend.”

Sam’s cheeks warm at Dean calling Cas his boyfriend. “Um. Yeah. Cas? Wanna come with?”

“Of course. I will need to put on clothes first.”

“Yeah,” Dean chuckles. “Please do.”

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💖💖 +76K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The Man, the Myth, the Legend (sparklyslug) - Check Please!: gen, 2.9K - Holster's beatboxing skills brings all the a capella groups to the Haus - a short, fun, funny, outsider POV fic

Say it louder for the people in the back (redhook) - MCU: shrinkyclinks, 14K - reread, forever fave - sometimes you just get a yearning to reread the best glory hole fic ever written

In Focus (sparklyslug) - Check Please!: zimbits, 6K - Jack's photography eye knows what's up before his conscious brain does

Entering Orbit (museaway) - Star Trek AOS: spirk, 30K - good post-AOS canon-divergent fic where Jim goes home to Iowa to escape the press & Spock joins him

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Hot Ones - Conan O'Brien

QI - series S, ep 13

Game Changer - s6, e5 {Bingoception}

Um, Actually - s9, e4

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Dawn of Justice" (s21, e14)

D20: Adventuring Party - "We're Running on 200%" (s16, e14)

Death In Paradise - s11, e4-8; s12 e0-8, s13 e0-8

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Working - How to Be Both a Critic and a Creator

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #10: Of the Reaching Green

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep10 "Of the Reaching Green"

Short Wave - How Climate Change And Physics Affect Baseball

Consider This from NPR - Bad Omens Or The Cycle of Nature? How The Ancient World Viewed Eclipses

⭐ Armchair Expert - Anna Kendrick [Rerelease from 1/9/23]

Today, Explained - Is college still worth it?

The Sporkful - Jewish Food Is More Than Matzoh Balls

WikiHole - BEYONCÉ (with Zoë Chao, Nat Faxon and Poppy Liu)

⭐ All Songs Considered - Songs to make you laugh, with 'Weird Al' Yankovic

In Defense of Fandom - Season 2 Episode 2: Putting my theory to the test

Dinner’s on Me - Orville Peck

⭐ Switched on Pop - Chasing old sounds: Djo's "End of Beginning" with Joe Keery

⭐ 99% Invisible #577 - The Society of Ambiance Makers and Elegant Persons

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Ada Limón

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Brown Mountain Lights

Short Wave - The Order Your Siblings Were Born in May Play a Role in Identity and Sexuality

⭐ Code Switch - How Frederick Douglass launched generations of Black and Irish solidarity

⭐ Decoder Ring - Can the “Bookazine” Save Magazines?

⭐ Imaginary Worlds - African Sci-Fi Looks to a Future Climate

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #11: Promises Promises

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep11 "Promises Promises"

What Next: TBD - Does Google Suck Now?

Short Wave - What To Know About The New EPA Rule Limiting 'Forever Chemicals' In Tap Water

Code Switch - Reflecting on the legacy of O.J. Simpson

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Atlas Obscura Live: Two Places And A Lie

Dear Prudence - I Lost a Lot of Weight and Now I Enjoy Being a Mean Girl. Help!

It's Been a Minute - The car culture wars; plus, the problem with child stars

Endless Thread - RIP Lil Miquela

Shedunnit - You Probably Imagined It!

Armchair Expert - John Cena

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - [One Shot] A County Affair: Prologue

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Bonnie Raitt

Lowrider Oldies

Huge House Anthems

Djo

Classic Soul BBQ

A LA SALA [Khruangbin] {2024}

Presenting Khruangbin

Happy Beats

'80s One-Hit Wonders

Feel-Good Classic Rock

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #death in the spires #no surprise that kj charles can write the *fuck* out of a mystery #bunt! striking out on financial aid #we had a power outage so i decided to read an actual physical book!#comics & graphic novels are really the only physical books i read these days #fanfic ftw #dropout tv #got all caught up on death in paradise which i continue to watch with 50% affection 50% annoyance #mfred tipped me off to khruangbin and i love them #bonnie raitt #djo #vibe check podcast #switched on pop podcast #99% invisible podcast #decoder ring podcast #all songs considered podcast #code switch podcast #imaginary worlds podcast #armchair expert podcast #shedunnit podcast #worlds beyond number podcast #worlds beyond number: fireside podcast #wikihole podcast #endless thread podcast #it's been a minute podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #the sporkful podcast

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mittensmorgul · 2 months

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rather random question but what do you think it's amara's best outfit? :3

oh gosh, hi there!

i honestly hadn't thought about it in those terms really. but i think if pressed, i like her outfits that she really chooses for herself post s11, you know? the sunny suit when she walks out on chuck for example? love that for her :')

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whencallstheheart · 13 days

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Just wondering I saw the viewing numbers for season 11, 1.77m and I heard people already saying that this is the lowest than s2, do you think it’s any cause for concern? I heard the Way Home barely broke 1m and got renewed. Not sure how accurate this is. Not to be pessimistic but I don’t know, I’m getting nervous just with the fact that we waited so long!!

combining with this one...

When ratings are posted overall, is it just the live viewing or the live+3 viewing? im just hoping that the S11 premiere can still do well and that bitter Lucabeth fans won’t use it against us to say that because E + N are getting paired, the ratings have dropped. Seems silly, I know….

First of all, I haven't been able to find a source for those numbers to see the data myself. I'd like to see the demo and all of that. I saw the post earlier though but I'm not sure where they got that number.

You can't compare ratings now to anything from 10 years ago because the cable and streaming landscape is vastly different now. You can't really even compare from the past couple years. People don't watch things live like they used to. Fewer and fewer people have cable which means ratings are down overall for everything. A lot of people watch the next day or via other streaming services and those numbers aren't included in the initial live ratings. We'll get that data later this week probably along with a press release from Hallmark celebrating the ratings.

The highest number for season 2 of The Way Home was 1.36 for the finale which was lower than all but 1 episode in season 1. It was still the most watched show with those "low" numbers.

You don't need to worry. The show isn't going anywhere. It's getting more press than ever. If Lucabeth fans have a problem (when do they not?), you can simply point out that ratings went up in season 10 after Elizabeth dumped him. 🤷‍♀️ Enough said.

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destieltaggedfic · 1 year

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Epic Length Fics - Part 4

With time off in my very near future, that means I'll have time for more long fics again, so here are some that are all over 100k words.

Starstruck - peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Ao3

AU. Actor Dean Winchester gets asked in an interview about his first love and he talks about falling in love with the boy who lived next door when he was a teenager. Divorcee Cas is watching the interview with his kids, shocked to recognise himself in the description. He reaches out to Dean and they rekindle their friendship.

Word Count: 204k Graphic Sexual Acts

Beyond This Illusion - tiaevans87 Ao3

Set Post S15 AU. When it turns out that Dean’s little vampire run-in and subsequent heaven trip was a djinn dream, he finds out he’s been missing for weeks and things around the bunker have changed with Jack bringing a number of their dead friends back to life. A couple of weeks later when Cas is also returned to them, means he’s now going to have to face what Cas said to him.

Word Count: 161k Graphic Sexual Acts

Fallen for Humanity – blackimpala Ao3

Set S11 AU. The Darkness was defeated and in the process the gates of Heaven and Hell were closed. Now Cas is human and its only routine hunts. Maybe its finally time for Dean to do something about his feelings for Cas.

Word Count: 147k Graphic Sexual Acts

The Destiel Project – Pigzxo Ao3

AU. Rock bad boy, Dean Winchester needs an image overhaul, and actor Castiel Novak needs a bit of press after failed projects. Their publicity team decide the best way to fix both problems is for them to appear to be in a relationship.

Word Count: 214k Graphic Sexual Acts

Contingency - Cheerful_Shinigami Ao3

Set S4 AU. Waking up in his grave was a shock, but his new friend Castiel is even more of a shock when Dean finds out that no one else can see him because he’s an angel that is possessing Dean and wants to disrupt heaven and hell’s plans for an apocalypse.

Word Count: 123k Graphic Sexual Acts

#destiel #fic recs #epic length

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 11 months

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Words: 2,491 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, injury, blood and gore, language A/N: This is part of a series! You can find the rest on my Master List, the pinned post on my blog.

Summary: Reunited but in rough shape, the group moves forward with a plan to get out of Meridian safely and with the needed supplies.

Previous Chapter

Your name: submit What is this?

Daryl adjusted his jacket over your shoulder. Despite a valiant fight against sleep, you’d finally succumbed to the utter exhaustion from your running and fighting. Your bruised body had stiffened and ached as you sat beside him. Daryl watched in near anguish as you’d occasionally press the pad of a hesitant finger to a tender spot on your neck. He’d done what he could to try and make you more comfortable. He’d managed to at least find a thin wool blanket for you to lie on when you could no longer hold your eyes open.

Before sleep had captured you, you sat close together and talked in more depth about all that had happened since the two of you were separated. As you exchanged details, he’d tended to you further as best he could. It seemed like everywhere he looked there was some bump or bruise or cut marring your skin. He worried as the clean bandage he’d applied to your side was already stained with deep crimson again when he checked it only a short time later. He pressed another layer of gauze over it and secured it. His eyes caught on the network of now purpling bruises on your stomach and sides and he was unable to stop himself from lightly lifting your shirt farther up to examine them. There was an angry graze on your hip.

Your fingers had landed on his hand and gently nudged the fabric of your shirt back down to cover the marks. “I’m okay,” you’d whispered, meeting his blue eyes. There was still a rasp in your throat and his eyes again drifted to the marks on your neck from that asshole’s hands. “I’m fine.” Daryl felt a sick, rolling nausea welling up inside him. It surged with rage and regret. This had happened to you because you’d come after him… and he somehow felt responsible for that. Sure, you’d all meant to come to Meridian together, but he knew that the reason you’d ventured inside the walls after the horror outside, was for him. Maybe he should have tried harder to sneak away, to get out and find you. But he knew he’d been watched closely the entirety of his time there, even if Pope and Leah hadn’t wanted him to know that. Still, he felt responsible for your hurt. He should have been able to protect you, and he sent a thank you into the universe that you were so capable of protecting yourself.

He ducked his gaze until you insisted that he meet your eyes again. He was conscious then of how much he wished the two of you were alone, so that he could kiss you softly, kiss all your bruises, and close the space between you and him to nothing. He wanted to tangle his fingers into your hair and trail them lightly down the graceful curve of your neck. He wanted you pressed against him so he could feel your breathing. He and you both were far too aware of Maggie pacing in front of a bound Carver at the other end of the room and of Elijah staring at him menacingly. Negan was asleep in the corner. Daryl dared only to press the backs of your fingers to his lips briefly and give you a soft look he hoped said everything he couldn’t do at that moment. You felt a calm settle over you briefly.

You questioned him further about his time in Meridian. When he had spoken about being with The Reapers, even though he talked only in vague allusions, you knew they’d tortured him and that fleeting calmness departed and you too were filled with a caustic anger deep in your gut. It had kept you awake for longer than you would have managed otherwise, so complete was your exhaustion. But eventually, you’d surrendered to the heaviness of your eyelids.

Now, it was still dark beyond the window, and although Daryl knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything, he couldn’t help glancing outside anxiously, watching for deeper shadows shifting, fearing figures closing in.

It was at one of those moments where he was squinting into the dimness, when you suddenly shifted and sat up laboriously with a wince. “Daryl?” you said softly, glancing around and rubbing your eyes.

“Here,” he drawled softly, stepping away from the dark window and back towards your light. “‘M righ’ here.” He sank down beside you again. “Go back to sleep. It’s still dark out. Ain’t time yet.”

You shook your head and gripped onto his jacket, which had slipped from your shoulders and now pooled on your lap. “No. I had a dream… about DJ,” you said, and Daryl saw there was tension in your face. “I won’t be able to sleep now.”

“What is it?” he asked, his stomach feeling suddenly hollow. His eyes narrowed and deepened with worry.

“I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head. “I think something’s going on back home.” You looked uneasy. It was just then that Daryl decided he needed to push forward with what he’d been putting off talking to you about.

“About Alexandria—” You met his eyes, a question heavy on your brow. “About the morning, this plan—”

“Daryl,” you began trying to head him off. You knew where this was going.

“Just let me get this out. Please.” His voice was so pleading that you yielded. “One of us has gotta make it back there, no matter how this all goes in the mornin’.” He held you gaze and the intensity in his eyes was staggering. “Ya ain’t in no shape to fight anymore, even though I know ya want to.” You gulped, a sinking, weighty sensation near your navel.

“You want me to hide,” you said, plainly knowing his intentions.

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t call it that. I’d call it—Plan B.”

“Well, what about Elijah,” you challenged him. “He can hardly walk and he’s going into whatever this is.” You tried to keep the anger from your tone, but you weren’t sure you were successful.

Daryl met your eyes again steadily and sighed. He lifted a hand and swept a finger lightly along your jaw, and the action was so tender that you were completely disarmed. “Elijah ain’t got a little boy waitin’ back there in Alexandria.”

Your jaw clenched and the muscle twitched.

“If we dun pull this off, Alexandria—it’s done, at least for now. Everybody is gonna have to leave, go find food, find somewhere else safe. One of us has to get back to the kids. And I want ya to look after Judith and RJ. Aaron and Carol—Rosita—everybody back there will help but I need ya to do that for me.”

You felt tears burning in your eyes as you looked at him. “Stop it,” you murmured.

“Ya gotta promise me ya will,” Daryl said, ducking his eyes.

“Stop. Stop talking as if you won’t be coming back with me,” you managed thickly. “Stop it, Daryl.”

“I need ya to say ya will,” he drawled softly. “And I need ya to be safe in the mornin’, safely back and away. There’s no way to know how this is really gonna go. Carver is our best shot at gettin’ out of here with what we came for but—” he shook his head, “it ain’t a guarantee.”

As much as you hated it, as much as you wanted to rage at the mere idea of being separated from him again, especially for such a potentially perilous meeting, you knew he was right. Every movement took a great effort and sent shockwaves of pain through you. You couldn’t fight if it came to that and you’d be a liability. Daryl would do anything to protect you, and that made him more vulnerable too. You blinked at the glassiness in your eyes. “Fine. I won’t go to the front, but I’m not taking my eyes off you. And if I can get back to the armory—”

“No,” he said forcefully. “They could be there. No. Ya just gotta stay safely outta the way. Please.”

You felt sick, but you nodded. “Okay.” It came out as a whisper and Daryl seemed to have a great weight fall from his shoulders at your response.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“You know I’ll take care of Judith and RJ as my own, but it’s not coming to that,” you said. “You’ll pull this off, Daryl Dixon. You always do. And we’re going back to see DJ, and little RJ, and Judith together and to feed our family.”

Daryl had to swallow and clear his throat to rid it of the constriction that had grown there. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah…”

You glanced across the classroom at Maggie’s pacing and Negan’s slumped, sleeping form. “Kiss me right now. Please,” you said, reaching for his lapel.

He did, softly and gently, conscious of the bruise on your bottom lip and the crimson split even there. He ran a strand of your hair between two of his fingers, and his eyes were searching over your face when he pulled back. “C’mere,” he said, tilting his head. You fell against him and closed your eyes, waiting for the dawn together.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“What about Gabriel?” you asked Maggie.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. We’ve got to hope he’ll get to high ground and see us—”

“If he’s still alive,” murmured Negan. Maggie shot him a scathing look.

“Take these,” Maggie said, pressing a pair of binoculars into your hands. “And this.” She handed you a radio. “If you see anything off, let us know.” You nodded. She gave you a small smile and then pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing. You bit back the grimace from the burn in your ribs and focused on the feeling of her in your arms, your found sister. She pulled back. “Remember what we talked about? Out there?” she drawled. You nodded. The same thing Daryl had made you promise the night before about Judith and RJ. Hershel would be safe and looked after.

“Yes. Of course.” She nodded back and squeezed your shoulder, giving you a fond look.

“We’ll see you after, when it’s all over.”

You could only gulp nervously and nod. You were surprised when Negan approached you next. He looked you up and down briefly and then sighed.

“You look like shit,” he said, a hint of a jesting sparkle in his eye. You rolled yours and he chuckled. “In all seriousness, there are worse people to be stuck in a falling apart house with. And—I’m glad you’re going to be out of the way for this. It is a little batshit crazy, and I don’t mind having you on back up. Even looking like you do, I bet you could still do some damage.”

You gave him a strange look, like you couldn’t figure him out (you couldn’t) and he only nodded again before joining Maggie and Elijah nearby.

Daryl was beside you next in an instant. Your stomach was swirling with nerves. He tried to give you a reassuring smile. “Ya know where you’re gonna be?” he drawled.

“Yeah. Not too far, but not too close.”

He nodded and chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. His hand settled on his knife in its sheath. “Alrigh’.” He glanced at the small group waiting with Carver, still bound and gagged, and gulped. His eyes met yours again. “I ain’t ever gonna love anybody like I love you,” he said suddenly.

Your heart jumped and your lips parted on their own. You were stunned for a moment by the visceral emotion this sparked in you, but then you smiled at him widely, with glassy eyes. “Me either,” you managed in a whisper. “You’re the beginning and the end, Daryl.” You pressed a hand to the center of his chest, right over the tattoo of your initials and his steady, strong heartbeat. “So, stay safe. And come back to me.”

Daryl nodded and he had to tear his eyes away from you at that very moment or he’d never be able to leave. “Alrigh’,” he said to the group. “Let’s do this.” He took hold of Carver by his bonds and lifted him harshly to his feet, prodding him in the back. You watched as they went right, and then you turned and went left. _ _ _ _ _ _

It was agony just waiting, tucked away with a clear view of the meeting spot, straining your eyes through the binoculars for any sign of movement, scanning the scene. You were nauseous and your body ached with tension that truly had nothing to do with your injuries.

Finally, with your hands shaking from nerves, when you thought you couldn’t take anymore waiting, the heavy metal door slid open and some men walked out. You squinted through the binoculars, adjusting the focus.

Daryl, with his knife at Carver’s neck, stepped out just slightly from around a concrete planter. He eyed the two men in front of him, glaring at them sharply. “Nah,” he murmured. “Where’s Leah?!” he demanded.

“She’s coming,” one of the men roared back.

Daryl shook his head. “I deal with her! If she ain’t here in one fuckin’ minute, any deal is off!” he roared. “I’ll kill this asshole righ’ now!”

You were watching from a distance, on edge. “No… No, something isn’t right. No.” You started to reach for your radio, ready to tell Maggie to grab Daryl and pull him back to cover. Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t right… Where the hell was she?

It was right then, as you lowered the binoculars from your eyes for a brief moment, hand hovering toward the radio, that there was a soft crunch behind you, as of gravel under boots.

You turned, feeling your face blanche and your eyes go wide with fear.

“Hello there.”

Two steely barrels of a shotgun were pointed your way. She stepped closer.

“Don’t move,” she says.

You gulp. The shake in your hands worsens with the new wave of adrenaline. You have to warn them. The radio. Could you warn them before—? But there was no time to even twitch your hand toward it. The butt of her gun bashed into the side of your jaw and you were knocked, sprawled, to the ground. Your vision went black, but you heard her boots advancing on you.

Leah had found you. So much for safely out of the way…

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