delivery-of-news

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Canuck the crow's attacks halt Vancouver mail delivery - BBC News
Canuck, who rose to infamy after crime-scene tampering, is now attacking postal workers.

Honestly, I’m just linking to this for the picture. But then there’s this bit from the article:

Canuck is said to have drawn blood after biting a letter carrier.

The bird is known for riding the city’s SkyTrain and stealing shiny objects, including a knife from a crime scene.

Not a corvid to cross.

Ripples - Part 2

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

Warnings: Cursing, some violence

Series Tag List: @captainxamerica, @just—love, @senpaiace, @glittercoveredsouls, @findacauseandserveit, @devil-may-cry-11-blog, @agentbarnescarter, @sexylibrarian1, @imhereforbvcky

TAGS ARE STILL OPEN

A/N: I’m so happy that this has been positively received. Was going to post tomorrow but eh - its going to be (or already is) the weekend! Ce la vie and enjoy :) 


Steve’s POV

I sat on the quin jet, trying to ignore the way Tony’s eyes bore into my own. Waiting for him to shoot me in the chest. Or punch me in the face. Whatever appealed to him at the moment.

I knew he had questions. Hell I had questions and I was the one married to her.

I turned back to Y/N, watching as she paced back and forth while she spoke quickly on the phone, no doubt trying to explain to the media why the quin jet for the Avengers was found hidden in an airport hanger in Las Vegas.  She had changed back into the sapphire dress she had worn the night before, opting out of the cheap, puffy wedding dress we had gotten married in less than 24 hours ago.

Married.

The word echoed in the back of my brain, like the sound of a tea kettle when it had finally reached boiling water. When I thought of marriage, I expected months of planning leading up to the day in which I can watch the love of my life walk down the aisle, the idea of a future with us together brimming in my eyes. 

Not the cheap thrill of convincing one of my dearest friends to marry me while we were both intoxicated off of, what has to be the most toxic alcoholic beverage in the universe. Fresh out of a breakup that I wasn’t sure I knew how to feel about.

How had I become such a mess?

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I’ve been thinking and as far as I can tell the closest parallel the Rowdy 3 have to Dirk and Bart’s big speeches about being a leaf on the stream of creation and their roles in the interconnectedness of the universe is when Martin screams “BAD NEWS DELIVERY!” and then they trash Todd’s apartment

Only 6 Months (CEO!Junkook x Barista!OC) Final

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

OMG THIS IS THE END! Can you guys believe it? I sure can’t! This has been such a fun story to write and I’m going to miss it sooooo much! But that just means that I can work on requests and my next story that I hope will be finished soon. (Also, huge thanks to JJ Project for producing the amazing song that I listened to while writing this!)

Sorry for the errors; I didn’t proof this :c

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 4,300+
Genre: bits of drama and fluff x3

Part 1 - Part 19

> Masterlist <

Jungkook and Chaerin walked into her apartment as Chaerin took a deep breath. Jungkook’s words started to affect her as she realized what he had said.

“It’ll be your last night in that place…”

Her last night staying with her friends…

It wasn’t just her last night in the apartment, but also Nari and Hyomin’s. Nari and Hyomin decided to move into a smaller place since it was just down to the two of them. Chaerin was surprised that Hyomin didn’t just move out on her own since everyone knew that Taehyung was planning on popping the question sometime soon.

Chaerin never thought she would be so sad to leave this place. It wasn’t even that nice.

She looked around and smiled sadly at the place was Jungkook grabbed her hand for support. He started to pull her in the direction of her room that looked bare compared to before. Everything was packed up and at Jungkook’s, save for a few things that she needed until tomorrow.

“Jungkook, this is a lot harder than I thought,” he looked over to her with a slightly confused look, “moving out, I mean. I’ve lived here for nearly four years. It was sad enough when Kiseung moved out, now we’re all moving out.”

Jungkook gave her a look over pity before giving her a slight hug, “It might take some time, but you’ll get through it. It’s not like you’ll never see your friends again. I don’t live with mine and I see them all the time.”

“But you work with them,” she frowned, “So of course you see them all the time.”

“Well, we see each other outside of work, too. Most of the time I don’t even see them at work since we’re all really busy with our own projects.” he explained, “My point is that you’ll still see them.”

“I know that,” Chaerin slightly whined, “Just let me feel upset that I won’t see my friends as often. I’ll got over it eventually…”

Jungkook just shook his head and laughed as he and Chaerin started packing the rest of her things up.

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Preference #11 They're reaction to you being pregnant

Bellamy Blake: Bellamy walked into the medical wing and his eyes immediately landed on you. You were talking with Abby when he same over. He grabbed your hands. This morning you had thrown up yet again like you have been for awhile now.
“Are you okay?! Is she okay?!” He asked as he squeezed her hands. Bracing himself for the delivery of the news that you only had days to live-
“Bellamy…there’s…we need to talk…” (Y/n) bit her lip as Bellamy nodded. Abby patted her shoulder with a warm smile before walking away.
“Are you dying?!” He whispered with tears in his eyes. He brought her into a hug.
“What?! No! Bellamy I’m…I’m pregnant.” She whispered a Bellamy gasped. He pulled away with big brown eyes.
“You’re…we’re…we’re going to have a baby?!” He whispered as tears threatened to spill. She nodded as a grin made its way to his lips.
“I’m so excited! Oh my god-I’m gonna be a dad!” He cheered as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck. She giggled. He made his way to his her small bump.
“Hi baby. It’s me…your daddy…i can’t wait to meet you…you’re gonna be so loved baby…” He sniffed as tears spring into her eyes.
“We’re gonna be the cutest goddamn family-oh my god! We have to tell Octavia!” He shouted as he scooped her up and sprinted to find Octavia.
John Murphy: “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“How can you flirt with him in front of me like that?!”
“Dammit Murphy I wasn’t flirting!”
“Oh yeah?! Maybe I should just go!”
“Don’t you dare leave me John Murphy!”
“And why shouldn’t I princess?!” John screamed as tears pooled in your eyes. The next sentence came out like word vomit.
“I CAN’T RAISE THIS BABY ALONE MURPHY.” Murphy froze. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst into sobs. Her back hitting the wall behind her as she slid down it. Pulling her knees to her chest as she stared at the forming bump with sadness.
Murphy was still. He…he was going to be a dad? Someone was going to look up to him? He slowly walked over as he slid next to her. Bringing his arms to pull her into his lap. She didn’t object. He rested his chin on her back as he rubbed her back. His shaky hand resting on the small bump.
“I-I’m not going anywhere…I’m not gonna leave you. I love you.”
Jasper Jordan: Jasper stared at (Y/n) as she walked back through the gates of the camp. His eyes dropped to the small bump that was her stomach. He sprinted to her as tears filled her eyes. She had been in Polis making peace, he of course protested strongly but it caused he young couple to become in a fight. She told him only minutes before that she was pregnant. Now here she was again. Glowing. Her bump the size of a small ball. Only about 5 months along
“You’ve gotten so big…I missed you so much…god I’ve missed you two.” He cried as he squatted to press a kiss to her bump. She let out a breathy laugh as she wiped away tears.
“We’ve missed you too…” She cried as he enveloped her in a hug.
“I’m never letting you both out of my sight again…” He whispered as they held each other close.
Lincoln: Lincoln stared at (Y/n). She had been avoiding him all day.
“What is going on (Y/n)?! what did I do?!” He begged as he walked closer to her.
“Lincoln-”
“Is it something I said-”
“I’m pregnant okay?!” She snapped as his eyes widened. It darted to her stomach. A small bump.
“You’re…”
“I guess I have been for awhile…just found out today.” She whispered. She burst into tears as she clung to Lincoln. Lincoln held her close. Cradling her head. Pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. They both knew it would be hard. Especially now they were on this hell hole of a planet where people died in the blink of an eyes.
“We’re gonna be fine…we’re gonna be okay…we’re gonna have this baby…a-and we’re gonna watch them grow…I’ll be damned if i let anybody hurt you two okay?!” He whispered as it dawned on him.
“I’m gonna be a dad…” He smiled. She couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. It was going to be difficult. But when you weren’t alone.
Roan: Roan laid in his make shift bed. His stunning girlfriend came in and noticed his form on the bed.
“Hello my prince.” She whispered nervously.
“Hello my princess…how was your day?” He asked as he took note of her nervousness.
“G-good.” She sat on the bed. Back facing to him. His large hands reached and traced her spine. She jumped.
“You’re nervous…why is that?” He asked in a gravely voice.
“Well…I-I’m…”
“Speak, my gona-”
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted as she turned to him. He raised a brow.
“Is that all?”
“Y-you’re not angry?!”
“And why would I be my gona? We are going to having a little warrior.” He (surprisingly) smiled as he tucked a wavy lock of her hair behind her ear.
“They will be tough…head strong…just like you my beautiful princess.”
“Hopefully they won’t have your temper.” She giggled warmly.
“Hopefully they will not have your wit, my love.”

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Decided I would just compile a list of everything I have noticed (Rowdy 3 Specific) from my time watching this scene over and over again. If you notice more (About them or other characters), feel free to add on below!

*First off, Martin (or at least, I assume Martin) rams into a car with the van with next to negative levels of hesitation.

*Is Martin a wolf? Because he surely howls like one

*”I’m sick of games! No chess! No checkers! No Monopoly!”

*Martin throws a damn bike at a car

*And fucking hits some plotted plants with his bat (not neccessarily in that order)

*Cross’ Certified Crowbar Smash on the Window Door is A+

*You go, Vogel, throw that light stand through the window!

*”Bad news delivery! Hello?!”

*Martin aggressively smashing the fire extinguisher’s protection glass give me life

*Vogel and Gripps excitedly slamming into the wall after throttling up the stairs

*Why am I not surprised that Vogel is on Gripps back as Martin ‘hits the lights’?

*Martin literally hitting the lights

*”Ding Dong”

*Gripps smashing doors and throwing a sledgehammer like a bat out of hell

*Vogel on a pillow demolition mission in the background

*”We are NOT! PRO! FESSIONALS!!!”

*My sunshine Gripps throwing shit like the beautiful tornado he is

*”Shut your hole before we tear out your face and throw it in a dumpster!”

*A literal table flip via Martin

*Fuck that lamp anyways, am I right?

*Cross the angel smashing shelves with a crowbar

*You destroy those kitchen shelves, Vogel, show them who’s boss

*Gripps, champion of being adorable and carrying fancy of arm chairs

*Martin hitting the couch with his bat like it’ll do a ton of damage even though I’m pretty sure that’s not how couches work

*Gripps, champion of the sunshine children and of tossing chairs into glass coffee tables good grief

*Gripps, champion of many things, including smashing lamps with sledgehammers because fuck lamps that’s why

*They all yell in turn like the sunshine boys they are

*Gripps, returning champion of fucking shit up and waIT WHY ARE YOU THROWING THE TV OUT THE WINDOW–

*Martin’s beautiful smirk as he points at the helpless Dirk on the floor

*Martin’s gorgeous laugh as he points at the helpless Dirk on the floor

*Fucking Martin in general as he points at the helpless Dirk on the floor

*Cute boy huddle as they have a pleasant meal of terror

*Martin’s predatory glare at Todd before he points to him

*Vogel’s awkward leap and dash out

*Cross walking out slowly and surely as he tosses his crowbar aside

*Martin and the gosh dang diddly darn frickity fracking squeeze toy

*Martin fucking growling a litttle bit as he climbs out the window

*Martin snatching the photo of Amanda (snatching is the only way to accuratey describe it, dammit)


There you have it. Feel free to join in. I’ll post more of these clips later because why not. It’s something to do while I finish drafting stuff.

(Trans.)
Hello, this is the pledis staff.

We apologize for this sudden delivery of news right before the comeback.

While practicing for the comeback, Vernon sustained an injury. He was sent to the hospital immediately to receive treatment, although the injury sustained was not severe, he would need a few days off to recover. He would however be unable to participate in the upcoming KCON.

We would once again like to apologize to fans for delivering such news. Vernon plans to join the comeback after he receives treatment.

Thank you to the fans who are waiting for seventeen’s comeback.

Baby Series. Preference #1 You find out you're pregnant

(A|N Yes this is a repost but that’s not important. Anyway. FIRST PART OF THE BABY SERIES *confetti falls from ceiling*
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Bellamy Blake:
Bellamy walked into the medical wing and his eyes immediately landed on you. You were talking with Abby when he same over. He grabbed your hands. This morning you had thrown up yet again like you have been for awhile now. 
“Are you okay?! Is she okay?!” He asked as he squeezed her hands. Bracing himself for the delivery of the news that you only had days to live-
“Bellamy…there’s…we need to talk…” (Y/n) bit her lip as Bellamy nodded. Abby patted her shoulder with a warm smile before walking away. 
“Are you dying?!” He whispered with tears in his eyes. He brought her into a hug.
“It’s okay. W-we can make these last few days the best anybody could ask for-hell I’ll even-"
“What?! No! Bellamy I’m…I’m pregnant.” She whispered a Bellamy gasped. He pulled away with big brown eyes. Pushing back tears of joy from spilling. 
“You’re…we’re…we’re going to have a baby?!” He whispered as tears threatened to spill. She nodded as a grin made its way to his lips. 
“I’m so excited! Oh my god-I’m gonna be a dad!” He cheered as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck. She giggled. He made his way to his her small bump. 
“Hi baby. It’s me…your daddy…i can’t wait to meet you…you’re gonna be so loved baby…” He sniffed as tears spring into her eyes. 
“We’re gonna be the cutest goddamn family-oh my god! We have to tell Octavia!” He shouted as he scooped her up and sprinted to find Octavia.
"OCTAVIA! I’m gonna be a father! And you’re gonna be an aunt!”
“Bellamy-don’t fall over-”
“Who put this damn log here?! 
John Murphy:
"What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“How can you flirt with him in front of me like that?!”
“Dammit Murphy I wasn’t flirting!”
“Oh yeah?! Maybe I should just go!”
“Don’t you dare leave me John Murphy!”
“And why shouldn’t I princess?!” John screamed as tears pooled in your eyes. The next sentence came out like word vomit. 
“I CAN’T RAISE THIS BABY ALONE MURPHY.” Murphy froze. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst into sobs. Her back hitting the wall behind her as she slid down it. Pulling her knees to her chest as she stared at the forming bump with sadness. 
Murphy was still. He…he was going to be a dad? Someone was going to look up to him? He slowly walked over as he slid next to her. Bringing his arms to pull her into his lap. She didn’t object. He rested his chin on her back as he rubbed her back. His shaky hand resting on the small bump. 
“I-I’m not going anywhere…I’m not gonna leave you. I love you.”
Jasper Jordan:
Jasper stared at (Y/n) as she walked back through the gates of the camp. His eyes dropped to the small 2 month bump that was her stomach. He sprinted to her as tears filled her eyes. She had been in Polis making peace, he of course protested strongly but it caused he young couple to become in a fight. She told him only minutes before that she was pregnant. Now here she was again. Glowing. Her bump the size of a small bowl. Only about 2 months along 
“You’ve gotten so big…I missed you so much…god I’ve missed you two.” He cried as he squatted to press a kiss to her bump. She let out a breathy laugh as she wiped away tears. 
“We’ve missed you too…” She cried as he enveloped her in a hug. 
“I’m never letting you both out of my sight again…” He whispered as they held each other close.
"So. Jasper Jordan. Heard you got my little girl pregnant.” Jasper’s eyes shot open. He turned to meet disapproving eyes. Jasper’s face went pale white and he collapsed to the floor as your jaw dropped in shock.
“Marcus! You broke Jasper!”
“I have to keep my little girl safe, (Y/n) Kane.”
Monty Green:
Monty watches as (Y/n) left the medical wing once again one morning. She had been sneaking away every morning for a few weeks now, and always acted weird when he kissed her.
“(Y/n). What is going on?!” Monty stepped out from beside the opening. She jumped as she gasped. Monty rubbed his neck sheepishly.
“A-Ah…sorry I scared you…” He blushed. She shook her head.
“Monty-I…” She whispered as tears filled her eyes.
“Hey hey hey…what’s wrong?! Why are you crying?!”
“Damn hormones.” She whispered as he pulled her into his arms.
“Period?” He asked quietly. She froze.
“Honey. A period is nothing to be ashamed of! It’s normal and I understand-”
“Monty!”
“Every women goes through it I mean-”
“Monty it’s not my period!” She groaned. He stopped talking and looked at her. Furrowed brows before it hit him.
“You! Oh my god-You! We’re pregnant-There’s a baby! We’re having a baby!” He screamed excitedly. She giggled as he stared at her stomach. Poking it in awe.
“My sperm made a baby!” He muttered.
“Okay Monty. Don’t go into shock-”
Monty’s eyes rolled into his head as he collapsed onto the ground.
“Damn it Monty.” 
Lincoln:
Lincoln stared at (Y/n). She had been avoiding him all day. 
“What is going on (Y/n)?! what did I do?!” He begged as he walked closer to her. 
“Lincoln-”
“Is it something I said-”
“I’m pregnant okay?!” She snapped as his eyes widened. It darted to her stomach. A small bump. 
“You’re…”
“I guess I have been for awhile…just found out today.” She whispered. She burst into tears as she clung to Lincoln. Lincoln held her close. Cradling her head. Pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. They both knew it would be hard. Especially now they were on this hell hole of a planet where people died in the blink of an eyes. 
“We’re gonna be fine…we’re gonna be okay…we’re gonna have this baby…a-and we’re gonna watch them grow…I’ll be damned if i let anybody hurt you two okay?!” He whispered as it dawned on him. 
“I’m gonna be a dad…” He smiled. She couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. It was going to be difficult. But when you weren’t alone. 
Roan:
Roan laid in his make shift bed. His stunning girlfriend came in and noticed his form on the bed. 
“Hello my prince.” She whispered nervously. 
“Hello my princess…how was your day?” He asked as he took note of her nervousness. 
“G-good.” She sat on the bed. Back facing to him. His large hands reached and traced her spine. She jumped. 
“You’re nervous…why is that?” He asked in a gravely voice. 
“Well…I-I’m…”
“Speak, my gona-”
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted as she turned to him. He raised a brow. 
“Is that all?”
“Y-you’re not angry?!”
“And why would I be my gona? We are going to having a little warrior.” He (surprisingly) smiled as he tucked a wavy lock of her hair behind her ear. 
“They will be tough…head strong…just like you my beautiful princess.”
“Hopefully they won’t have your temper.” She giggled warmly. 
“Hopefully they will not have your wit, my love.”

Mercury in the Fourth House - The Home Study

Mercury in the fourth house people are imaginative, idealistic and retentive in thinking. They perceive the world through the lenses of their creative inspiration and share a whole new of knowledge and insights with the people in their lives. The winged messenger takes a flight back home in the fourth house, where the individual is fond of home study and learning and teaching from home. He may also take part in home schooling or make Youtube videos, blogs and communicative business enterprise from home. He is likely to entrench his thoughts through the traditional roots and spend a lot of time thinking about his family, religious traditions, children and his upbringing. The fourth house Mercury person appreciates what has been thought before, and may carry on the ideologies of his ancestors. He is the storage file for photographs, memories and stories long forgotten by others.

The fourth house Mercury personality is largely shaped by the seeds planted before him. He is driven to study that which inflames his emotions and enjoys a setting of comfort where he can sit back and wander through the sensuality of his own thoughts. There tends to be a strong communicative bond with the parents – particularly the mother, and the individual may feel as though he can share anything on his mind, or nothing at all with her. His parents may have been intellectuals and largely focused on academic and scholastic development. The home life is a mecca for study and he typically enjoys taking off campus courses and watching documentaries. Instead of small talk, the dinner table may be full of fabulous snippets of information stemming from genealogy to politics, psychology and sociology. The individual typically has a shrewd memory and a great capacity for remembering dates, birthdays and special occasions.

 Fourth house Mercury people envelope themselves in their creature comforts – books, lectures, pen, paper and 24 hour news delivery. He finds his most tremendous creative outlet is in the home, and he maintains an interactive and talkative family life. His natural grace and maternal expression is warm and inviting, and he knows how to convey himself with generous empathy, sincerity and charm. He creates a home, a whole new universe in his mind, and when he dreams stars, the sky shines brighter, though that could be the reflection of the twinkle in his eye.

Cherry

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This morning I spent a couple of hours in Labor and Delivery. Good news is that the rooms are super nice and very roomy. It makes me incredibly excited about having my baby there.

Bad news is that I’m on bedrest until Monday for Blood Pressure and may be put on modified bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy. Luckily all of my labs came back negative for preeclampsia, but we still don’t have an explanation as to why my BP was so bad this morning.

I’m looking on the bright side. This means I get to spend Fall Break with Husband A.

What If, Part 6

Author’s notes: This part is a little rough, forgive me if there are any mistakes. Definitely send me an ask or something letting me know if there’s anything glaringly wrong. I do not own any part of Blizzard or its many franchises or characters.

A crack of thunder rang out causing Tracer to flinch and Amélie to duck. Swiveling her head around, Amélie immediately spotted the enemy sniper and dove to her rifle. Aiming quickly, she managed to eliminate the threat just as a helicopter was heard in the distance. She caught a sea of black flooding the streets as Talon agents took formation below the building. Amélie rolled to her back, taking cover behind the small ledge.

“I need back up at my location immediately!” Amélie yelled into her communicator. She released the device to focus on Tracer’s limp form on the concrete before her. “I have wounded!” She screamed over the radio. She crawled over to Tracer in a panicked search for an entrance wound. She peeled off a stained t-shirt seeing her normal dark uniform below even darker from her blood. The young woman took short shallow breaths, a line of blood trickling from her mouth. Amélie’s hands pressed hard on a ragged hole just an inch from the glowing red ring on her chest, now flickering like the breaths she took.

“Stay with me, ma chérie, stay with me.” She shifted her body weight into keeping the wound compressed. A helicopter descended close to the roof top and Amélie struggled to decide between maintaining pressure on the wound, or reaching for her rifle. Before she had to make a decision, the side door flew open. A primal roar filled the air, drowning out the rotors of the chopper for a brief moment. Winston flew from the craft and disappeared over the edge of the building.

“Our furry friend has got the right idea!” Reinhardt shouted over the communicator, a boisterous laugh resonating in his words. McCree peeked over one of the massive man’s pauldrons and pointed a finger gun at Amélie.

“We’ve got your back.” His slow drawl was heard easily over the radio as he shifted, grabbing his hat with one hand and holding tight to Reinhardt’s armor. The two sailed off the craft together, McCree giving a “Yeehaw!” as they disappeared into the fight.

Mercy glided across from Amélie, brushing her hands close to the convulsing form between them. She looked up at the sorry filled eyes that would not lock with hers.

“Amélie.” Angela demanded her attention with her serious voice, generally reserved for grim diagnoses or delivery of bad news.

Amélie snapped her head up to meet eyes with the medic.

“Do you want me to save her?” Mercy asked. Amélie sputtered incredulously for a moment before answering.

“Yes! Please amie, please save her.” That was all the answer she needed as she waved a hand above her head. Amélie removed her hands as the convulsing stopped. There was silence for a moment, only interrupted by the slam of a hammer against metal. She swiveled her head around to see the stout Torbjörn setting up a turret at the edge of the building. She turned back to the limp form before her and whispered in French.

“Please. Please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you both…” Angela watched silently, not knowing the language, but understanding the meaning of her words.

Grappling hooks dug into the side of the building next to the turret. The Swedish man growled and kicked one loose, a sickening scream was heard floors below.

“We’re going to have to move soon!” The engineer announced as he poured molten metal down the next hook. “Ha! Try that on for size!” He yelled in response to the following yelps of pain. A flash of fire passed close by the short man, knocking three more ropes loose and causing him to stumble backwards to avoid singeing his beard. “Watch where you’re firing that thing, you old coot!” The insult echoed across the communicators.

“Who are you calling old?” Reinhardt fired back with a laugh.

A cough snapped Amélie’s attention back to the young woman before her. She rolled to one side, retching a puddle of blood. She spit a tiny metallic shard that skipped across the concrete and rolled to her back. She gasped for air, large panicked breaths before she began digging at her chest with her fingers.

“Restrain her arms.” Mercy’s orders were followed instantly as she hovered her golden hands over Tracer’s chest. Her breathing evened as she blinked taking in her surroundings.

“Think you ought to buy me a drink first.” She choked out a raspy laugh, her smirk extended by the line of dark dry blood trailing from the corner of her mouth. The women all let loose a relieved chuckle.

“I think you owe Angela one for saving your smartass.” Amélie’s eyes glowed.

“Yeah, yeah, round of drinks for everyone if we make it out of this alive.” Torbjörn shouted over the gunfire. “The turret will cover our exit, can we move?”

“Carry her.” Mercy instructed Amélie. Scooping the smaller woman effortlessly, they trotted to the helicopter.

“Medical evac is a go.” The pilot’s voice rang on her the communicators as Amélie watched the battle from above. Torbjörn stayed with his turret, not missing the opportunity to lay fire into the soldiers below him. She saw black forms flying through the air as Winston pummeled the crowd. Reinhardt charged forward to meet the ape, swinging his hammer and threatening to crush just as many men. McCree hung back, picking off any stragglers that managed to escape the two massive men.

“Your exfil is two clicks out, gentlemen.” Another pilot’s voice rang over the comms.

“Take your time, we’re havin’ fun. First boys night out in a long while.” McCree’s drawl answered, assuring their safety.

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It had almost been three weeks since he left. He would call every day, his deep voice streaming through the phone softer than the previous call as the days dragged on. He would assure you that he and Sam were close to finishing the hunt only to have to go back to square one, your heart sinking lower after each continuous delivery of news. 

The Bunker was dripping with a solemn silence, boredom tugging at your mind as you dragged your eyes across the page of an old book, trying to take your mind off the fear that was crippling in your stomach. The sun was almost at its highest point, but Dean hadn’t called or texted you yet to let you know that everything was alright. You let out a small sigh, one hand rubbing at your eyes as you closed the fragile tome and leaned back on your chair. 

After a few minutes, you rose up, shuffling to the kitchen for a cold beer that would hopefully brighten your mood before you started to read again. However, any thoughts of reading scurried away from your brain as you came back to the library, stopping short as you heard quiet voices talking from the room.  

You took out the small blade that you always kept in your pocket (Better than nothing, you thought), your heart beating quickly in your chest. You swallowed thickly, closing your eyes for a brief second before peering inside of the room. And then you shrieked. 

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Dean grinned, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile, his brilliant, green eyes sparkling with the same happiness that you felt.

You let your beer fall down with a shattering clunk, also dropping the blade as you rushed to him. His arms wrapped around instantly, taking you in a suffocating hug as he swept you off your feet and spun you around, both of you laughing in relief as your bodies came in contact with each one another. You giggled as he put you down, but you didn’t have have any time to regain your balance before he leaned down and crashed his lips against yours.

Not a single coherent thought resided in your mind as Dean pressed you against him, his rough lips savoring you with a frantic passion you had never felt from him. You ran your hands through his hair, clutching and pulling at the ends as you bit his bottom lip and ran your tongue into his mouth, not understanding how you had gone so long without his taste. Dean suddenly pushed you to against the bookshelf, his hands running down your body and leaving your cheeks flushed with an ardor of lust. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled, hoisting your upper thighs to help you wrap your legs around his hips, his lips never leaving your body as carried you to your shared bedroom, ready to make up for twenty-one missed nights without you. 

This is a Halloween imagine. I hope you like it💕

Happy Halloween🎃👻

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about giving birth to a baby so the information I provide may not be accurate. Keep that in mind.

Warnings: fluff.
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Y/N, our little monster and me.-(N.M)

October 30. 10:30 pm.

I felt Y/N moving again.

It had only been thirty minutes of us trying to get some proper sleep considering I’d been in the studio recording and with her pregnant it didn’t make getting sleep easy.

“Nate?” She poked my cheek.

“Hmm?”

“Are you asleep?” I chuckled at her question.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at her. “No.”

“I kinda have to go to the bathroom can you…” She gestured to my arms that were secured around her protectively.

“How many times do you have to pee? It’s been thirty minutes and you’ve gone five times.” I looked at her with furrowed brows. “Is that normal?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that in a minute we’ll have to worry about more than me peeing in the bathroom.” That made me sit up faster than the flash.

“Careful ma.”

“Always am.” She walked to the bathroom and did her business. “Hey Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you think our baby should’ve been born already?” She asked from her spot on the toilet seat making me shake my head. She would want to have a conversation while being in the restroom.

“I don’t know. Maybe cause you’re a first timer things are different?” I guessed.

“You might be right, but it’s been nine months and two days already I think the baby shou-”

“Y/N?” I stood up in alert. “Are you okay?”

“Umm…remember how I’ve been peeing so much the couple of minutes?”

“Yeah? What about it? Is there something wrong?”

“Umm…I think I’ve been in labor the last couple of minutes. The baby is ready to come out.”

“Come out?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Come out as in…SHE WAS IN LABOR!?

Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.

I started pacing around the room.

“Nate? Nate? Nathan!” I snapped out of my panic and looked at her crazy.

“Get the diaper bag. And get me to the hospital.” She was calm for a woman who’s been in labor and hadn’t noticed.

“Diaper bag?” She pointed to our closet. “Diaper bag, right!” I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder and walked to her. “Okay. Let’s go.” I took her arm and walked her to the passenger side of the car.
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October 31. 11:05 am.

-13 ½ hours later-

How does a woman come to be in labor for 13 hours! We had been here since yesterday and till now, Y/N was still in labor.

Well she had gone to the pushing part like an hour ago, but I was still worried.

The doctor had kicked me out of the delivery room because I was too nervous, and my nerves were making Y/N nervous so I was sat at a table in the hospital cafeteria with Sam and the Jacks with me.

Swazz said he’d stay outside the delivery room waiting for news.

I wouldn’t of left but the guys insisted that I needed to eat something. So reluctantly I followed them to the cafeteria.

“What if something happens to her?” I looked at the guys with panic. “What if something happens to the baby!?”

“She’ll be alright. She’s a strong girl. You know it.” Johnson was right. They were gonna be okay. I folded my arms and bent my head down.

Dear god please let them be alright.

At that moment my phone started vibrating.

I grabbed it from it’s spot on the table and read the message from Swazz.

JSwazz: She’s asking for you.

I didn’t even pay attention to the questions being shot at me from the guys. I ran to her room like the devil himself was chasing me.

When I got to her room I opened the door slowly, quietly. I didn’t want to disturb the baby if it was asleep.

“Hey.” I said making Y/N’s head turn in my direction and a smile graced her lips.

“Come.” She whispered extending her arm towards me.

I walked towards her and my breath was non-excitant when I laid eyes on the beautiful face of our baby.

“Isn’t he precious? He has your dimples.” She smiled.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from our little miracle. “He’s so small and so so beautiful.”

“You wanna hold him?”

“Whaa?” I most likely looked like a dear caught in the headlights.

“You want to hold our baby?”

“I don’t know.” I hesitated. Of course I wanted to, but I was f*cking scared to drop him or of holding him too tight and hurting him.

“Come here.” Y/N said patting the spot on the bed next to her. I sat down next to her.

“Put your hand under his head-” she took my hand and put it under his head. “now carefully, with me, move his head towards you. Hold your other arm like-” she bended my arm and laid our baby’s body in my arms following after my moving hand.

“Just like that.” She smiled tears in her eyes.

“Hey.” We heard a whisper from the door and looked to see four heads peaking in. I know the rest of the squad was outside and they’d get their chance to meet the baby but for tonight the doctor said he could only allow the panicking bunch to come in.

“Hey guys.” Y/N smiled towards them.

“This is so going on Instagram and Twitter.” I heard Sam say. He must’ve been taking picture like crazy.

“What’s his name?” Jack asked.

“Sean Nathan Maloley.” Y/N replied.

“I like that. It has a ring to it.” Johnson said no doubt already having a beat in his head.

“I can’t believe he was born on Halloween.” Jack chuckled.

“He’s our little Halloween monster.” I said never tearing my eyes from the bundle in my arms.

“Our precious, beautiful little monster.” Y/N said a tear falling from her cheek.

That’s when our baby opened his eyes and from the moment they connected with mine…I was lost. The connection was established.

We were a family now.

Y/N, our little monster and me.
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I promise I didn’t cry at the end. I just got teary eyed😭😂-M

anonymous asked:

In the preview, when Sam said "Are they... having any luck?" after Dean bitterly explained Cas and Crowley were working together, I thought for a second that Sam was going to crack a joke like 'Are they... 'bromancing' now?' since Dean was oozing jealousy. Sam knows better than to make that kind of comment but I think 'Oh no this is going to get weird' would have flashed in his mind.

Ooh, yeah. He did kinda reel back there like he was particularly shocked, either by the news itself or by Dean’s grumpy delivery of said news. Sam had asked, “… and the bad news?” which prompted Dean to tell him about Cas and Crowley in the first place.

And then the way Dean described it. “Cas is chumming it up with Crowley. They’re hunting Lucifer. Together. That’s right, one’s an angel, one’s a demon, and apparently they solve crimes.”

The snark Dean! Oh dear!

Dean thinks he’s playing it cool for Sam, but oh no hon.

Sam also remembers what happened the last time Cas and Crowley worked on something together, and just how horribly that turned out for… everyone, everywhere.

But HEY THIS IS GOOD! Cas is being open and honest! He’s not hiding stuff! There’s no nefarious hidden plot to crack open and pillage an entire dimension populated with monsters! So, hey. This is already going better than s6, and I’ll take that.