#run away with me

[keepthebeanscool]

even a hero needs some hope

[dellowdraws]

Miss Holloway! Pop star. Diner owner. Witch?

[icetobes]

miss holloway lovers rise !!

i love oil pastels they’re so unpredictable

you can tell i’ve been drawing by the mess on my hands 🫣

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Run Away With Me

Summary: Timing is everything.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: None

Beta: @princessmisery666

Inspired by: Runaway by The Corrs

The door behind you crashes open, a loud crack of plaster emanating as it slams against the wall, and an imposing flannel and denim-clad figure fills the entrance. You hadn’t expected to see him here but aren’t surprised by the intrusion. The rush of air that follows carries his unique cologne of leather, motor oil, and spicy aftershave, and you scold yourself for the deep inhale to momentarily savor its familiar comfort.

“Don’t do it.” His chest heaves with the effort of speaking as if he’s run a marathon.

The gravelly rasp sends your pulse skittering, “Winchester,” but you keep your tone deadpan, suspiciously eyeing his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “You weren’t invited. What are you doing here?”

His almost imperceptible glance to your left tells you all you need to know, and you sigh in exasperation. An amalgam of emotions swirls in the ardent depths of the viridian eyes that again find yours in the mirror’s reflection. Afraid to analyze why your lungs seize as if the entire room has become an airless void, your relief is palpable when he doesn’t give you a chance to. 

“He won’t make you happy.”

You inhale sharply, taking a moment to try and calm the fury that overtakes your turmoil as you turn to face him. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. You have no idea who or what makes me happy.”

“That’s not true.” His tone is sure, but no smug smirk backs it up, only a look of dejection.

Tension thickens in the air like the barometric pressure of an oncoming hurricane, and Donna decides to make her escape. Placing a kiss on your cheek, she rubs a hand down your arm, whispering, “Give him a chance to say what he needs to, yeah?”

“You and I will talk later,” you huff, but return the soft smile she gives you before walking toward Dean. She pats him on the chest, and he nods, giving her a brief smile as he steps further into the room to let her pass. 

His eyes rake over you, top to bottom and back up. “You’re stunning.”

He says it with such appreciative awe that your casing cracks a tiny bit as you snap, “Why are you here?”

“Missed ya.” 

Ah, there’s that cocky grin that has a way of either firing you up or infuriating you—contingent on the circumstances, of course. Scowling at him, you wave a hand down your body. “Kind of busy right now.”

“Yeah, ‘bout that,” he scoffs, “you’re making a mistake. He doesn’t know you like I do. He-”

Unable to stop yourself, you sneer, “As I said, you know nothing.” 

If you give him an inch, he will take that mile and then some. You refuse to let him see that you’ve been having doubts, that you’d been caught up in a rip current barely keeping your head above water, and mere minutes before he came bursting in, you’d been talking to Donna about calling the entire thing off.

Ignoring your interruption, he smirks, “I know that under that silky little number,” pointing a finger, “you’re wearing your favorite Chippewas, the black ones. I know there’s a garter on your left thigh, but on your right is your PPK-L in that sexy little holster I bought you.” 

Damn him!

He takes a step closer. “Does he know what you used to do? Have you told him what really goes bump in the night?” He nods at the press of your lips, accurately surmising that you haven’t. “So you’re starting this new life with a lie.”

“It’s not a l-”

“An omission of facts?” he supplies, brow arched in arrogance.

“I left for a reason. It hasn’t changed.” He paces like a jungle cat eyeing its prey. Apparently, he has something to get off his chest and isn’t going anywhere until he does. “Say what you came to say, then leave.”

“It has.”

“What?”

“Your reason—for leaving—oh, it’s changed.” Placing a hand over his heart, he states, “Everything fell apart after you left. I tried. I tried to let you go. I knew you’d be better off, happier without me, so I tried to forget about you and move on. Throwing myself into hunt after hunt, drowning in bottle after bottle of cheap booze …nothing worked. You’re everywhere.” The longing in his eyes belies the fierceness of his tone. “Your voice is a constant whisper in my ear. The taste of you lingers on my tongue like good whiskey. My dreams …you- you’re always there. It’s like we’re rigged up to an IV of dream root. Even when I’m awake, you haunt me. You're a ghost that I can’t dispel,” throwing his hands up, he grunts, “and I’m done trying to.”

Swallowing thickly, you stare at him, jaw slack, lips shaped around a heavy exhale. You know he loves you. Understand why he never voiced his deepest emotions or let you get too close. But maybe, now …

“You say I don’t know you, but I do. I always have. And I’m sorry for not giving you what you needed. I’m sorry for hurting you. I came here,” doubt creeps into his features for the first time since muscling into the room, “to beg you for a second chance.”

Your pulse beats like a hummingbird's wings as you mutter in disbelief, “It’ll never stop.”

“What?” The word weighs heavy with defeat in the space between you.

“I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

Smile radiant, his voice a siren’s song, he extends a hand. “Run away with me.”

Sam's Version

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[miss-holloday]

‘Run Away With Me’

Song written by Jeff Blim

Performed by Kim Whalen

Video directed by Curt Mega

[starkwillendurestone]

[blooming-violets]

Run Away With Me || Sunshine Girl x Depressed Peter  

The first time Peter met her she was on a pair of roller skates. They were a warm yellow with light blue wheels. Hand painted white flowers vined up the side and around her ankles. He remembered them so vividly because he was on the ground when he came face to face with them. It was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. They traveled up her long legs and bandaged knees, over her short skirt blowing around her thighs in the wind, and up past her flowered blouse until they rested on her curious face.

Curious.

That’s what she was. Curious. Not scared or concerned for the state he was in. She merely tilted her head to the side and studied his face like a cat observing a harmless bug scuttling up a wall. Through the dull throbbing of his headache he had but one thought:

She was the light at the end of his tunnel. 

Her head blocked out the sun. The morning rays shone through her tight, curly hair, causing her entire face to take on an ethereal glow. She was wearing a halo made of golden light. It’d been years since he’d seen such beauty. His world had been cast in shadows until this early morning. He lay broken, bloody, and hungover at the feet of a stranger. He was nothing more than a cockroach under the inquisitive gaze of a goddess. A smile cracked over his blood dried lips. He wanted to keep her forever.

"Run away with me,” he croaked out of his sore throat.

A/N: I’m starting to sort through my old drafts to see if there was anything I could salvage into a moodboard. Moodboards are easy and fun for me, they help me dip my toe back into the fandom headspace, so I thought I’d play around with it by using some old, abandoned wips. This was going to be about a sunshine and rainbows girly and a wildly depressed Peter finding a comfort with each other after realizing they both have lost loved ones in their past. It was going to be set to the MCR song Summertime and it was angsty but also cute and you will never read the whole thing but have a little teaser blurb that I dug up instead. 

[kairithemang0]

Y’know what, I finally get the love for Run Away With Me

It just hit me, I don’t know why it took me so long to get why people liked it so much

I mean I liked the song before, I enjoyed it. But I didn’t know why people were obsessed with it until like 3 minutes ago 😭

[ginger-by-the-sea]

[hiya-duke]

After listening to run away with me twenty times today (I'm not joking I can show yall my history) I can't get that line "I'll carry the torch for us both" out of my head LIKE YALL OH MY GOSH BECAUSE HE CAN NEVER REMEMBER SHE CARRIES IT FOR HIM IM SCREAMING AND CRYING I LOVE THEM AND THIS SONG IS AMAZING

[helloliriels]

I would like to spend ... hmmm

... I mean ... why can't we?

... just the two of us."

[icetobes]

if i drew miss holloway, i had to draw duke too !!

this time in graphite (i haven’t used it in almost 2 years i’m surprised at how well this came out)

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Run Away With Me

Summary: He can’t let go.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 852

Warnings: None

Beta: @princessmisery666

Inspired by: Runaway by The Corrs

A formidable plaid and denim-clad form fills the entrance as the door behind you crashes open, slamming against the wall with a loud splinter of paneling. You hadn’t really expected to see him here, but a swirl of anticipation sweeps through you. His large hand pushes back the hair that falls in his face, and you scold yourself for wishing those fingers were tangled in your hair instead.

“Don’t do it.” His chest heaves, his eyes focused.

The deep husk sends your pulse racing, but you keep your tone deadpan, “You weren’t invited, Winchester,” glaring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

His glance to your left tells you who the instigator of this intrusion is. The hard stare that matches yours when your eyes meet in the mirror again sends a shiver down your spine. Not keen on trying to decipher the reaction, you’re grateful he doesn’t give you the opportunity. 

“He won’t make you happy.”

Fury rises, and you huff in disbelief as you turn to face him. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. You have no idea who or what makes me happy now.” You know it’s a lie, but bitingly add, “You barely knew then.”

“That’s not true.” His tone is sure, a smugness in his features.

The air in the room feels heavier, the tension growing as you silently stare each other down. Jody decides to make her escape, squeezing your arm and smiling, coaxing in that familiar mom voice, “Give him a chance. Listen to what he has to say.”

“I will talk to you later,” you huff but return the smile before she walks toward Sam. She pats his arm, and he nods, giving her a brief smile as he steps aside to let her pass. 

His eyes rake over you, a gleam in their depths. “You look beautiful.”

He says it with such heartfelt sincerity that a tiny fissure forms in the wall you’ve built up as you snap, “Why are you here?”

“I missed you. Missed us.” 

Grimacing, you wave a hand down your body. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“About that,” he sneers, “you’re making a mistake. He doesn’t know you the way I do.”

Unable to stop yourself, you scoff, “Like I said, you know nothing.” 

You refuse to let him see that you’ve been having doubts, that you’d been caught up in a whirlwind, never letting you touch the ground to get your bearings. Just before he came bursting in, you’d been talking to Jody about calling the entire thing off.

Ignoring your interruption, his eyes narrow, “I know that under that lace and satin, you’re wearing your favorite Converse, the red ones. There’s a garter on your left thigh, but your Smith & Wesson CSX is strapped to your right.” 

Well, damn!

He takes a step closer. “Does he know what you used to do? Have you told him why you wake up screaming? That the nightmares are memories?” The corners of his mouth curl up, eyebrows lifting as he accurately perceives that you haven’t. “So, what, you’re already lying to him?”

“It’s not a l-”

“An omission?” he interjects, and you want to smack the arrogance from his face.

“I left for a reason.” He begins to slowly circle you like prey. Each spiral brings him closer. He has something to get off his chest and evidently plans to stay until he does. “Tell me what you have to say, then leave.”

“You don’t belong with him.”

“What?”

He stops behind you, and with each inhale, the soft, worn cotton of his shirt brushes against the bare flesh of your back. Turning you both toward the mirror, he rests his hands on the curves of your shoulders, eyes boring into your reflection. “I tried to let you go. To forget about you and move on, but it was impossible. Your scent lingered in my room for months. I found a pair of panties in the laundry, the blue silk ones I would use to keep you quiet. The first-edition book you bought me for my birthday still sits on the bedside table.”

A hand wraps around your neck with gentle pressure while the other runs down your side, tapping the holstered gun when his fingers reach it. “See, I know you.”

Swallowing thickly, you stare at him, breath labored. You couldn’t form words even if you knew what to say.

Unexpectedly, everything in him shifts. The hand at your neck loosens to rest on your collarbone, and the fingers on your thigh are now a gentle pressure against your hip. “I’m sorry for hurting you. For not being there when you needed me. I came here,” uncertainty briefly swims in darkened irises for the first time since he bulldozed his way in, “to ask for a second chance.”

Your heart flutters like butterfly wings as you mutter in disbelief, “I’ll never stop.”

“What?” The word is filled with swagger, swaddled in uncertainty.

“Falling in love with you.”

Fingers denting into your skin, he growls. “Run away with me.”

Dean's Version

Tagging some of my Sam peeps:

@thinkinghardhardlythinking @calaofnoldor @wayward-and-worn @princessmisery666

[abrighterspark]

time turns, and i learn

i am restless

a sleeper

unable to creep

through the night

disturbed by the daydream

that stalks my sun

so time turns, and i learn

to run

[violetheart77]

(inspiration)