Wings-for-Dreams Hey Prick I brought you rosesMore Like This
Hey Lucy, I remember your name
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while
I got some things I need to say
John placed a hand on the cold, black marble like he had so many times before and knelt down looking at the name etched into the stone.
“Hey prick, I brought you roses.” John smiled setting them down. Sherlock had been gone for some time now and John was beginning to cope better. The therapy had helped and even though he missed Sherlock immensely he was getting better. Mary had been a big help and John looked at his friend's grave remembering both the good and the bad, the moments that Sherlock had made him feel alive.
“Two years Sherlock, I never thought I’d make it this far. I miss you, a lot.” He brushed some leaves away leaving the grass in front of the simple marker clear.
“I wish I could have had more time with you, you were my best friend and...I loved you.
My Guardian Angel (Castiel X Reader Part 3) When you awoke the next morning your back was to Castiel’s body and his arms were wrapped around you in a gentle embrace. The morning light shone through the window, casting a warm ray of sunshine on the bed. You didn’t move, trying to take in the moment before you had to ruin it and get out of bed. Still, somehow Castiel knew that you were now awake.More Like This
“Good morning,” he said.
You rolled over so that you were facing him. With both arms in front of you, you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes again.
“Good morning,” you said back, “You stayed all night.”
“Of course,” Castiel replied.
“I just wasn’t sure you’d be here when I woke up,” you said, trying to hide a subtle smile. Then you remembered what Sam had mentioned the night before and lifted yourself up onto one elbow.
“Sam told me you don’t sleep,” you said with a quizzical look in your eyes.
HarderKiss meMore Like This
Rid me of every scar
Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue
Touch me until I don't feel worthless
All these broken ribs
The fluttering lids of both black eyes
Pray away every awful thing I've done
And lick the salt away from broken skin
The exit wounds of bullets
The little lines of knife bites
Just love me until I'm mad
And kiss me until I'm whole again