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Happy Accident - Auston Matthews

 "you love me but you don’t know it yet / everything is just an accident; a happy accident"

inspiration: happy accident by saint motel

requested: yes | no

word count: 2769

warnings: you know me, i can’t write something without curse words in it

a/n: dad!auston is so cute, be prepared. also, i changed it up from the request but i hope it works anyway anon! if you truly want the exact request, i can probably write a second part with that in there!

Originally posted by tysbarrie

you’d never imagined yourself as a parent. sure, you cooed over babies and played the role of loving aunt, but you had never truly pictured yourself with a baby that was half you, half someone else.

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Oh my goodness last night was incredible, the conservation area was so amazing plus he brought an air mattress as well as an abundance of pillows and blankets!! It was so cozy and I love that we can talk endlessly but also just enjoy each other’s company in silence and appreciate things like this together — he even let me meditate 💓

I literally could not stop starring though, we were able to admire so many stars and even the milky way and some distant galaxies too! We also saw plenty of shooting stars including one which was so incredibly bright that we were both actually speechless ✨👁✨

Fun things about walking home at 1am with music in your headphones and alcohol in your system:
- there’s no one around to see you skipping up the road all silly-like
- the streetlights make everything look like Halloween
- nothing MATTERS

Happy Mother's Day

“Dean, hurry up! We’re gonna be late!”

You loved that man but you didn’t understand why it took him 45 minutes to do his hair. It was literally 2 inches long.

As you looked around the living room making sure you had everything you needed to spend the day over at Mary and John’s you spotted the gift bag that had ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ written on it. Knowing Dean would probably walk right out the front door and forget it you sat it beside your bag.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m ready.” Dean said as he was walking down the stairs rolling up the sleeves on his red flannel.

“Finally. I put your mothers gift by my bag so we wouldn’t forget to grab it. I think we have everything else we need already in the car.”

“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on road!”

Rolling your eyes at him you grabbed your bag and Mary’s present as you walked out the door.
Thirty minutes later you were pulling up to their house. As you were walking up the sidewalk you seen Sam and Jess’s car parked in the driveway.

“I’m glad someone was here on time.” You say hoping that Dean was close enough to hear you.

“Maybe Sam wasn’t as lucky as I was last night.” Winking at you as he walked past you to open the door.

“This is true” you say matter-of-factly.

“We’re here” Dean announced just as Mary came around the corner.

“Happy Mother’s Day mom” Dean told his mother as he gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she moved from Dean to you. “Hi Y/N, How are you sweetheart?”
“I’m fine Mrs. Winchester-”

“How many times have I got to tell you it’s Mary. Come on in.”

Following Mary through the house she leads you to the dining room where you see Sam and John sitting down at the table.

“Hey Dad. Hey Sam.” Dean said walking past them and to the fridge to grab a beer.

“Hey guys!” You say as Sam pulls you into a hug.

“Hey Y/N, Did you guys get lost?” Sam says jokingly.

“Ha, Why don’t you ask Dean why we were late?”
Just as you had hoped everyone looked right over at Dean.

“Sam wants to know why were late. Do you want to tell 'em or should I?”

“There’s nothing to tell.” He says nonchalantly before taking a long drink of his beer.

“Oh so you spending 45 minutes on your hair is just normal?”

“Wait so that’s why you were late?!” Sam said shock and laughter lacing his words.

“Now thay my work here is done I’m going to go see if your mom needs help in the kitchen.”

“Hey Mary I was wondering if you needed any help getting lunch ready?”

“Oh well John’s going to start the burgers soon and I think everything else has already been fixed and put in the fridge until it’s time to eat. So I think it’s all been taken care of.”

“Well in that case I have something I want to give to you. It’s a little mothers day present from me.”
Reaching down in your purse you pulled out a small box with ribbon around it.

“Honey you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says while she took the ribbon off and opened the box.

“Oh my god!” She said once she seen what was inside. “Are you pregnant?!”

“Yes! But Dean doesn’t know yet. I thought you’d like to be the one who tells him.”

“I’d love to tell him, but are you sure uou don’t want to?”

“I just want to there when you tell him.”
Just then Jess came into th kitchen.

“What is going on in here? I heard Mary holler and ”

“Y/N’s pregnant! But no one else knows so we gotts keep it hush hush for a little bit.”

“Oh my gosh Y/N congratulations!” Jess says while hugging you.

“Thanks. I’m so excited for Mary to tell Dean. He’s going to be so happy.”
A few minutes later you, Jess and Mary joined the guys outside.

“Ah there they are.” John chuckled from behind the grill.

“You just missed an awesome story.” John chuckled from behind the grill.

“I don’t think I wanna know.” Mary said while walking over to check her husbands cooking.

“That’s probably for the best.” Dean said as you sat down beside him at the picnic table.

“Everything is ready except fir the burgers. So when those get done we can eat.” Mary mentioned as she sat down across from you.

Looking uo you seen Mary mouth the words “I’m going to do it soon” and you instantly gor nervous. You knew Dean wanted to be a dad even if he hadn’t said so. You seen the way he would look at little kids when you would pass by them in the supermarket or when you would see them playing with their food at a restaurant. The thought of that being one of your and Dean’s kids brought a smile to your face.

“So mom what’s it like having an entire day dedicated to you?” Sam asked

“Well it’s not just dedicated to me, but to every mother. Whether she is expecting, already has children, or has passed on.”

She answered Sam, looking casually at you when she said 'expecting’. You hoped no one else noticed and if they did you hoped that they wouldn’t think anything of it.

“Which reminds me, someone here has a very important announcement to make. But being the amazing daughter-in-law she is, decided to let me do the honours as a wonderful mother’s day present to me.”

She paused long enough to look around at everyone and then finally said, “John, were gonna be grandparents. Dean and Y/N are having a baby!” She practically jumped off the bench with excitement.

Dean looked over at you with a shocked expression on his face.“ You’re pregnant?!”

You were a little taken aback by his reaction. You thought he would be happy about this.“Y-yeah, I found out about two weeks ago and thought that it would make a nice mothers day present for your mom.”

While you were talking you noticed the expression on Dean’s face never changed. Soon he began running his fingers through his hair and you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Hey do you wanna go talk inside?”

Without even taking a second thought he said yes and was halfway to the house before you had even gotten up.

“Dean you know you’re going to be an amazing dad, right?”

“How can you be so sure? You say all the time how I’m a silly man child.”

“Yes you can be a silly man child, but when you aren’t being adorably goofy you are the sweetest, most caring, selfless person I know and I’m so glad you are the father of my child.”

“I am pretty adorable.” He says with a cute smirk on his face. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”

“How do you think I felt when I found out? I took maybe four at home pregnancy tests and went to two different doctors. I still had a hard time believeing it!”

“You know as soon as we walk out there we are going be attacked with hugs right?” Dean said tilting his chin towards the backyard.

“Yeah, but were having a baby.” Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled your self close to him.

“We sure are.” He replied before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you.

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Hi! I’m Shasta, and I was living on the streets, pregnant, when I found myself at the shelter. Then my beloved friends here at NorCal Bully Breed Rescue in Lincoln, California, took me in and gave me perfect care until my babies were born.

I was a wonderful mama and my babies all found equally wonderful homes, but that was four long years ago and I’m still waiting. Some people just have no imagination to see what a perfect good dog I am and how wonderful our lives would be if we were together!

I’m around 4 years old, very healthy, housetrained, friendly, good with kids and other dogs, and very mellow – hanging out with my humans is my favorite thing to do! I also give very excellent kisses.

So, what do you think? Can you help me find a home by reblogging me? Or do you want to meet me and try out one of my excellent kisses for yourself? I would be so happy if after all this time my person finally came!

You can talk to my friends about me at… come on! I need your help… and I know you can’t turn down my puppy dog eyes!





A Hero Returned (A Demigods AU)

Peggy Carter, daughter of Athena, has been fighting for so long, she’s forgotten what peace feels like. The war encompasses everything, blurring the lines between the world of the mortals and the world of the gods. Everything that was once hidden, obscured by the Mist, has been brought forth by the Red Skull, a demigod who seeks to harness the power of the gods by any means necessary.

The loss of Steve Rogers–son of Poseidon and her former partner–was a blow to all who fought against the Red Skull, Peggy most of all. During a battle, he had commandeered the Red Skull’s plane, which was headed for New York, meant to take out Camp Half Blood (with half of the city as collateral damage). Sons of Poseidon are not meant to fly, and he crashed it in the ice, sacrificing himself to protect his home. 

When he is found four years later, very frozen but somehow still alive, Peggy’s whole world is turned on its head. His return fulfills a prophecy that she had never believed to be true, a prophecy that has the potential to change the whole course of the war. She and Steve embark on a quest with a ragtag group of demigods and mortals to take down the Red Skull once and for all. Their journey is full of danger and intrigue–and unresolved tension between the two quest leaders thick enough to be sliced to ribbons by a Celestial Bronze dagger. 

But who has time to rehash the entire history of a partnership while fighting the fearsome Hydra? Well, Steve and Peggy, apparently.

we’re that family || old man logan

Originally posted by mezaboy

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

I’ve had this request in my queue for like a month now - and I’m so irritated because my theater took Logan out of the lineup and I can’t go see it again. *sigh* Guess I’ll have to wait until it comes out on DVD!

This was requested by @drewkelliii : I hope it meets your expectations like we discussed!

Warnings: mentions of blood, Laura being Laura, and alot of decapitation 

Tag List: @itsbrittbrattt @house-of-penguin @agirlinherhead @tigers-have-teeth @avengers-bucky-fanfic @weasleytheking @liveourlifelikenobodyelse

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Protective Stones Spell

Take four flat stones from a bed of clear stream or from your own garden. Wash them clean in a solution of salt and water and leave them to dry.

Draw protective sigils or symbols on these four stones using a black ink.

Lay them on a table where four white candles are burning. Bring then to the table a vessel, containing a mixture of infusions brewed from protective herbs, best if they are under the dominion of the Earth element. You may use Cypress, Bistort, Loosestrife, Horehound or Vervain.

Into the vessel, immerse the stones, one by one, to empower them. As you do, speak the following:

“Stone of Earth, protect this space;
Rid all negativity from this place.
Allow no evil enter our circle round;
May safety within our home be found.”

Set the stones within the four corners of your home to cast away any negative influences that may dare to wander and enter your abode.

Shape of You (Epilogue ii)

I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you guys love it. And thus is the end of Shape of You. Can’t wait to update First time again. Sorry for the lack of writing… been a little uninspired lately. Hopefully that changes soon =)

Four years Later

Little Logan Viviana Moten was born kicking and screaming at two am on a cold February morning. I was in labor for over fourteen hours, she didn’t come quickly. Cassian held my hand the entire time, even when I cursed him, telling him I hated him for wanting kids. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me ever again. That made the nurses laugh. Still Cassian never faltered. He wiped my forehead with a cloth before he kissed my cheek.

He was my husband and he knew I needed him there beside me. I was panting and sweating and he still told me I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“You’re doing great, Nessa. So good sweetheart,” the contractions slowed as Cassian pushed my hair away from my face, “just think we’re going to leave with a baby. A little baby we made.”

A tear slipped down my cheek, “Cass. I can’t. It hurts.” I leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “please. Make it stop.”

“You can do this. You’re strong. You’re my Nesta. My warrior.”

It was Cassian’s sure voice, his steady heart beat underneath my ear that pulled me through. He was so confident in me I couldn’t help but believe in myself too. A few hours later Logan came into the world crying, her lungs made of steel. Cassian told me she must take after me. I smiled as he cut the chord and then the nurses swaddled her in a pink blanket. They cleaned her up and then brought her back over to me.

I held Logan first, her big blue eyes matched mine. But her hair, it was wild and crazy like her fathers. I could see him in her every feature and I was already so in love. She had been created from the best parts of us, she had grown underneath my heart. Now she was here in my arms as everything I never knew I wanted.

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A couple years before your incident, Jungkook stood in the middle of Namjoon’s office and looked at the assignment. Your name accompanied a small file folder of information that would be necessary for the guys to get to you and the basics of what was happening in your life.

What the hell? He asked Namjoon, who chuckled. I thought we were supposed to be protecting people who actually had lives to protect. The infuriated tone just made Namjoon shake his head, while Jungkook stood there, a look of disbelief and anger glazed over his features.

Just because YOU don’t know her name doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t know her name. Just read up on the assignment and we will go over the logistics in the meeting. Namjoon said as he passed the maknae and patted him on the shoulder. Jungkook turned around on his heels and walked out of the leader’s office. Their headquarters was broken up by teams, with each team getting their own area to work and research. Jungkook walked out of the large glass doors of Namjoon’s office into the main area where a large conference table sat, then near it was a group of desks, all huddled together with desktop computers and file folders strewn throughout. The desks is where the six other guys on the team sat throughout their days, usually passing along information and helping each other with various research points.

Jungkook had been working with the team for a few months now and they were only given temporary assignments. As bodyguards, they were forced to put their lives on the line for so many different kinds of people. Diplomats, politicians, and celebrities, all of them who came but then they were also given various other people to protect that Jungkook really didn’t want to vow to save. People who just needed protection for some reason or another. This was Jungkook’s first permanent assignment, which meant that the team would be working with you for more than a year, and he was being put on as the main guard. But as he read your name over and over, he drew a blank as to who you were. Finally, scooting into his desk, he pulled up google.

Alright, Y/N. He mumbled to himself as he slowly typed the name into the search engine and suddenly a large search sprouted up on his screen. Articles, photos, and speculation seemed to emanate from you and Jungkook was suddenly intrigued.

Huh? He murmured. From the articles, Jungkook was able to infer that you were a scientist who had been working with a team of four other scientists on a secret international project. His eyebrows scrunched up as he looked at the various articles that all speculated why each scientist was turning up dead. Dr. Axel Müller was found dead in his Berlin apartment. It looks as though it was linked to the death of his cohort, Dr. Elissa Rossi. She was found dead in her home in Turin. Jungkook read aloud as he started to see that you were the only remaining member of the group. Dr. Lucas Silva was found dead in his home in Manaus. The latest member to be found dead is Dr. Marceau Laurent in his Paris apartment. The only person that remains from this team is Y/N, she is currently in hiding after all of the scientists were slain in their various homes. The link between all of them is this top secret project that has still been kept under wraps. The four scientists were found in their respective homes which has caused for even more speculation as to who the killer is and if it is one person or a group of many.

Jungkook continued to read various articles that chronicled the events. So all of these people are just showing up dead and no one is wondering what this project is? He asked the empty room, but that was the exact question on everyone’s lips. This project was obviously causing for many to end up dead, so who was trying to stop these scientists and why. The intercom came on as Namjoon called for the group to convene at the conference table. Jungkook quickly printed out a spread of the articles and brought them to the mahogany table that stood next to the floor to ceiling windows. Their floor was one of the top floors and allowed for them to look down at the city of Seoul and see the people like ants running around the streets.

So have you heard about this new assignment? She’s definitely on someone’s hit list. Jimin mumbled to Tae as they sat down. Jungkook sat next to the two younger members and listened in on their conversation.

Namjoon told me that she’s not talking much. Tae responded and Jungkook looked down at the articles.

Why wouldn’t she be talking? He asked and the two guys looked at him, shaking their heads sadly.

I’m guessing it’s a case of fear and shock. When everyone you’re working with suddenly dies, no one can be trusted. We are trying to get information about this project, but she’s kept herself holed up in her room. Jin said in his usual professional manner, but Jungkook could see a tinge of sadness in the elder’s eyes. Before he could ask why, Namjoon was standing at the head of the table, looking at the group of men with a determined gaze.

So, let’s talk teams. Tae and Jimin, as per usual, you two are going to work as the friends. Yoongi and Jin, you two handle tech. Finally, me and Hobi will work on management. Jungkook, you are lead on this, you do not leave her side unless you have it approved by me and there is someone to replace you. She’s scared and we know there is someone out there looking for her. I don’t want any fuck ups. Got it? Namjoon said in his commanding tone and the guys all nodded.

Each assignment brought a similar role that each guy would play. Tae and Jimin were known as friends, which meant that they would pretend to be a friend of the client, talking to people in the client’s building, work, etcetera, this would allow them to gain incite into the client’s world. Both Jimin and Tae had a way of buttering up even the most closed off person. Jimin had a way of smiling and flirting his way, which in turn gave people a reason to trust him. Tae had an innocence that people trusted almost right off the bat.

Yoongi and Jin both had ways of understanding technology, they spent most of their days working alongside one another and infiltrating various systems to better protect the client’s work. Yoongi was the type to spend days not lifting his head from his computer, he would hack into system, build firewalls, and formulate encryptions to better protect the client in the digital realm. While Jin was more comfortable with making all of the calls and communicating with the team.

Finally, Hobi and Namjoon worked as a team to guide the men. Hobi had an amazing, charismatic nature that people fell in love with and he used it to get the client’s to talk to him. Namjoon was more of the natural born leader, he could command a room by standing up and used it on many occasions to get what he wanted. Jungkook being the newest member had been shadowing each of the guys to find out which area he was best at, but Namjoon had realized early on that Jungkook was their chameleon, he seemed to thrive in any situation, so Namjoon hoped that you would entrust more information with Jungkook and lean on the youngest member.  

All seven guys were trained to physically be able to fight off anyone that tried to endanger their client. Each of their physiques was a tad misleading because they were much stronger than they looked. And they all knew how to handle firearms that they carried with them at all times. All of these things combined made their team seem practically unstoppable, but now they were being dealt a difficult hand.

Be My Soulmate?

Tristan’s 200 Follower Challenge

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Other pairings: Destiel and Saileen

Warning: fluff and angst respectively 

Word count: 3757

Prompt: “He’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.”

A/N: Sort of a Soulmate AU. The other pairings are in the story, just not in the focal part really. @super-not-naturall I hope you like it!

Soulmates. It was one thing that many people believed in, and that many didn’t (at least until they found their one and only). To go your whole life with the words they’d say when you first meet on your wrist was something to be excited about. Always wondering when you were going to meet them. But not everyone seemed so excited. (Y/N) was one of those that believed in love, but to have someone destined to be her “soulmate” seemed a little far-fetched to her. Despite her “brothers” (Sam and Dean basically took her in and she became their little sister) having already found their soulmates, who happened to be their best friends.

Dean and Castiel have known each other for a long time and it was only when Dean came back from hell that his soulmate was the one who saved him. Their wrists read “Who are you?” and “Castiel”. It took some time for Dean to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual, but Castiel stood by him through everything. And they’ve been together ever since. It took Sam a few years to find his soulmate, but when he did, he was glad to understand what his wrist meant. It read “You can’t call me though.” It was a banshee case at an old folks home where he met Eileen, who was deaf. Her wrist read “Feel free to drop a line if you ever need anything…”. They had an interesting meeting seeing as they didn’t know it was each other until Sam and Dean were leaving. But they couldn’t be happier.

(Y/N) was happy for them all, really, but she felt lonely. She knew that sometimes it took people a while to find their soulmates, but as time went on, she found herself not really believing that her mate would show up. If only she knew that they had met before and that he had sacrificed himself to save them. To save her.

Gabriel was never really dead. Well, at one point he was, but Dad-Chuck-pieced him back together and gave him his position as Messenger again. But right now, he was sulking around The Garden watching through a portal of some sorts as (Y/N) walked around the Bunker, just cleaning it here and there. Mary was on a hunt with another hunter and wouldn’t be back for a week. Dean and Castiel were out on a supply run and Sam and Eileen were at a movie. She was asked by both of them if she wanted to come with them but she declined. Saying she wanted to stay home. He smiled sadly when he saw her looking at her left wrist. “Will you be my Baby?” was what hers read. His read “Only if you’ll be my Johnny”; Dean’s weird love for all things Swayze, like “Dirty Dancing”, rubbed off on her apparently. This is where Chuck found Gabriel.

“You know, you could just go down and see her. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.”

“Shit! Dad, don’t sneak up on me!” Gabriel jumped when his father appeared behind him, chuckling at His son’s reaction.

“I’m sorry, Son. I didn’t mean to startle you. But seriously, you should go see her.”

“Dad, I can’t. She believes I’m dead. And it’s been years. I don’t think she’d be too excited to see me. I know Sam and Dean wouldn’t be,” he sighed, looking away from his father back to the swirling portal in front of him. (Y/N) was reading a book in the library, curled up on the couch with a cup of mint tea beside her.

Chuck sat beside Gabriel, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Gabriel, you won’t know unless you try. Go to her and tell her what happened. Give her time to get over the shock of you being back before you mention that you’re here soulmate. It’ll be easier.”

Golden eyes turned to meet icy blue, full of confusion. “How do you know that’ll work?”

With a smirk, “Because I’ve seen how this will turn out.” And that was all he got before Chuck snapped his fingers and Gabriel found himself in the middle of the Bunker’s library, (Y/N) staring back at him in shock.

“Uh…hey kiddo…” he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck.

“G-Gabriel?!” (Y/N) stumbled as she stood up, reaching out to hug him, but stopping short. He could see the pain in her eyes as she struggled with herself.

“I’m back…Dad thought it would be good for me to return,” Gabriel broke the silence, taking the chance and stepping closer, but stopped in his tracks when she held a hand up.

“How long have you been alive? How long have you been hiding? Why show up now?” (Y/N) fired off one question after another, too upset to notice the tears falling down her face.

“I’ve been resurrected for maybe a year now. After everything you Winchesters did to help Dad and Aunt Amara, he brought me back. I wasn’t really hiding; I was up in Heaven. Back being Dad’s Messenger again. I would have showed up earlier if I thought you would have wanted me around. I guess this is Dad’s way of saying you guys might need me,” Gabriel finished with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. There was a moment of silence, neither saying anything, just taking it all in. “I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have come,” his hand raised as if to snap away. But he stopped when (Y/N)’s hand rested on his.

“Don’t go. I have missed you. It’’s just so much at once. Please don’t go,” she softly begged, intertwining their hands together.

“Then I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled bringing her into a hug. They spent the rest of the day watching movies and catching up, curled around each other on the couch. That’s where Sam and Dean found them when the four of them got home. Castiel was ecstatic to see his brother and Sam was grinning at the sight of the two of them cuddled up on the couch. He knew that (Y/N) harbored a crush on the Archangel, but didn’t act on it for she didn’t think he was her soulmate. Sam thought otherwise, but never said anything. Eileen was confused as to who this new guy was, but after some story telling, she figured out he was a good guy and not someone to worry about. Only when he started pranking them. Dean however, wasn’t as excited as the rest of them to see Gabriel back.

“Why now? Why not months ago when we could have used your help?” he sneered, glaring at the Archangel.

“Dean…” Sam sighed, shaking his head.

“No, it’s alright Sam. He has every right to be angry with me. I’ll tell you everything, alright?” And he did, retelling the story he told (Y/N), all while signing so Eileen didn’t have to rely on just reading his lips. (She was extremely grateful for that- apparently angels know every language, including signed language and braille.)

Dean still wasn’t too happy, but accepted his explanation. It would take some time before he fully trusted Gabriel, but for now, he was grateful he was back. (Y/N) was a wreck when he died and no one could really figure it out. They were friends so they chalked it up to her being upset over loosing a friend. But the pain she felt was like someone tore her heart out of her chest. Others have described that feeling when their soulmates died, but she hadn’t known that at the time. Castiel was the only one who knew, but he never said a word. He wished he had, but it would have destroyed her at the time. He could only hope that Gabriel would “man up” and tell her soon before someone intervened and did it for him.

It had been a few months after Gabriel suddenly showing up and things were running like they usually did. A hunt here, a case there, and a break somewhere in between. Mary was in the kitchen preparing some breakfast one morning with (Y/N)’s help when suddenly there was another presence in the room.

“Sorry ladies. Hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

They both turned around at the voice, (Y/N)’s face lighting up when she saw who it was. Mary was a little confused as to who this was.

“Chuck! I’m glad you’re here!” she cried, running over to hug her friend (friends with God; how many people can say that?).

“Hello (Y/N). Hello Mary,” he smiled in greeting.

“Wait…Chuck…y-you’re G-God…?” Mary stammered, a little shocked to say the least. Chuck only smiled in compassion and sat down with her as he told his story. By that time, the rest of the Bunker’s inhabitants meandered into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Sam yawned as he walked in, heading for the coffee pot before he realized who was there, “oh…uh hi Chuck.”

“Hello Sam,” he chuckled as a small blush worked its way onto Sam’s face when Eileen walked in wearing one of his plaid shirts like a dress. Soon Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel joined the family and they all sat down for breakfast before heading out later on a hunt. What no one knew (well Chuck did) is that this hunt would test (Y/N) and Gabriel’s “relationship”.

It was supposed to be a simple werewolf hunt. Get in, kill the monster, get out. What none of them knew was that it was a pack, not just two like they thought. Mary and Eileen had stayed behind with Gabriel (it would be too crowded with seven hunters going undercover) but Gabriel would wish he was there instead of being prayed to later.


“(Y/N) duck!” Dean shouted as he knocked one werewolf off before another went at him. (Y/N) turned around just in time to be tossed into a bookcase, destroying it in the process.

“There’s too many!” Sam cried out, fighting three at once while Castiel was trying to help him and Dean at the same time. This pack had to be at least fifteen strong which should be easy to deal with, but with it being a full-moon, they were stronger than usual. None of them noticed one stalking towards (Y/N) as she tried to get up from the rubble surrounding her.

“Well, well, well. No one here to save you. You’re as good as dead,” the werewolf snickered as her claws dug into (Y/N)’s shoulder as she broke her leg like it was nothing. (Y/N)’s wail of agony caught everyone’s attention (mostly the wolves) and Sam, Dean, and Castiel fought tooth and nail to kill them.

(Y/N) thought she was going to die, so she sent a quick prayer to Gabriel for help. “Gabriel! Please help me! I don’t want to die!” She closed her eyes, waiting for Death to come for her, but nothing happened. All she heard was the sound of wings and the werewolf’s body dropping to the floor. Peeling her eyes open slowly, the first thing she saw was the body of the werewolf, missing it’s head with an angel blade in its heart. Looking up, (E/C) eyes met golden whiskey eyes, full of concern and anger (not at her, at the monster that attacked her).

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” he questioned as he knelt in front of her, assessing the damage.

“ ‘I am now.’ Yeah, aside from a broken leg and a torn shoulder, I’m fine,” she joked, wincing in pain as he poked her leg.

Fine?! This isn’t fine! You’re lucky that werewolf didn’t hit an artery. Now hold still,” he ordered as he placed a hand on her shoulder and leg, a golden light emanating from his hands, enveloping her in a soothing warmth. She could see Cas fixing Sam and Dean up, but her attention was mostly on the Archangel in front of her. He pulled his hands away from her, wounds all healed up. Gabriel sat back on his haunches, making sure she was alright.

Neither said a word for a moment, their brothers looking on, uncertain on what to do next.

“I’m sorry,” they blurted out at the same time. And then started laughing. He helped her off the floor and together, the five of them took care of the nest and made their way to the Impala. Before Dean could start her up, with a snap of his fingers, Gabriel transported them and the car back to the Bunker. Dean got out and started fussing with his car, looking for any damage during the “flight” home, Cas pulling him away before he could do anything to Gabriel if he messed up his car. Eileen had met them at the door, pulling Sam into a hug before leading him to their room. (Y/N) had gotten out of the car, but before she could do anything, Gabriel was there, taking her hand and leading her inside.

Chuckling, she let him, but not without stating, “You know, I can walk now. Thanks to you.”

He gave a sigh, a small smile on his face as he looked over at her, “I know. But just let me help, please? I almost lost you. I can’t loose you…”

(Y/N) stared at him in shock. She never saw this side of him before. She let him lead her to her room, where he left her to get changed. Later, she found her way into the kitchen where Mary and Chuck were making some dinner for everyone.

“Hey. Need some help?” The two “parents” turned around and grinned.

“Of course. Why don’t you help me put together this salad?” Mary offered. Washing her hands, she joined her “mother” as they put together a nice salad for everyone.

“You know Dean isn’t going to want the salad,” she snickered, imagining her brothers face at the sight of the salad on the table.

“True. But he’s going to eat it. I don’t care what else he has tonight, but he is eating this,” Mary stated, her “mom voice” leaking through. The three of them worked on dinner in comfortable silence, making conversation here and there. While waiting for the pasta water to boil, (Y/N) pulled Chuck away for a moment.

“Can I ask you something, Chuck?” she looked around for any listeners before diverting her attention back to the deity in front of her.

“Of course. Is this about Gabriel?” He took the chance, already knowing what she wanted to talk about.

“Yes. Wait how…right, God, never mind. Yeah, it’s about him. He’s been acting differently around me lately. Did I do something wrong?”

He took her hand and lead her over to the table, sitting down beside her. With a wave of his hand, there were two steaming mugs of Earl Grey tea with honey in front of them. She’d never tell him, but he reminded her of her late father (Chuck knew, but he wouldn’t say anything).

“You didn’t do anything wrong, darling. Gabriel is just overprotective over those he loves. He’d do anything to protect his family.”

“But why did he seem so scared today? He’s seen me hurt like that before. He told me he didn’t want to loose me. I’m confused,” (Y/N) wondered, taking a sip of her tea.

Chuck gave her a knowing look and smiled, “He’d do anything for you, (Y/N). He cares about you. Gabriel…well lets just say that he’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.

(Y/N) felt her eyes widen in shock. Seriously? He cares for her that much? But as she thought about it, it made sense. Over the time that Gabriel has been here, he’s been rather protective and caring to her, to all of them really. But he always honed in on (Y/N) most of all.

Chuck watched as she took in what he said before going to put the pasta in the water. Mary looked back and forth between them, already knowing what this was about. She could see the way Gabriel looked at her. The love and adoration in his eyes. If this turned out the way she was hoping, then she’d have to have some words with a certain Archangel. (Y/N) was her daughter in everything but blood. If Gabriel hurts her, he’ll have to deal with Mama Winchester before he dealt with her brothers. But she didn’t see that happening.

“Chuck?” came a small voice from the table.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” he questioned, turning around.

“D-Does that mean…he’s my…” her words died in her throat. She couldn’t say it for she feared it jinx everything.

With a knowing grin, he motioned with his head towards the “living room” and simply stated, “Why don’t you go ask him yourself?”

With a nod, (Y/N) got up and made her way to the living room where everyone else was hanging about (they got kicked out of the kitchen earlier). She observed her family, seeing Dean and Castiel taking up the love seat, Cas curled up against Dean’s side, his arm wrapped around his shoulder. Sam and Eileen were sharing the recliner, Eileen curled up in Sam’s lap as they worked on teaching Sam some more sign language. That left Gabriel by himself on the couch, watching some random show on the T.V., not really watching it.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

He looked up, giving a megawatt grin and patted the spot next to him. (Y/N) took a seat, sitting sideways to talk to Gabriel. He turned in his seat, too. Now that she was next to him, everything she wanted to say, she couldn’t form the words. Averting her eyes to her lap, she fiddled with her hands until Gabriel’s covered hers with his, causing her to look up.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked her softly, not wanting to draw attention from the others.

(Y/N) battled with an answer before Gabriel’s voice broke through her thoughts. “And don’t tell me “you’re fine”. I can see it in your eyes. Somethings bothering you. What is it? What’s going on in that head of yours?“

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and managed to say, “Chuck…he told me that you’d burn the world down just to pull me from the ashes. What did he mean by that?” By the hitch in his (rather unnecessary) breath, she knew she touched on something. What is was? No idea.

“He…he told you that?” Gabriel muttered, looking at their entwined hands.

“Yeah he did. What does he mean?”

With a sigh, he ran his right hand through his hair. As that happened, (Y/N) caught sight of his wrist. The words “Only if you’ll be my Johnny” showing proudly. Sneaking a glance at hers, “Will you be my Baby?” made so much sense now. Gabriel started to speak, so she turned her attention back to him.

“Basically, that means that I’d do anything for you. I would do anything and everything I could to save you. Even if it meant destroying the world in the process.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t come to that. I rather like this little planet,” she joked, getting a small chuckle in response. They just stared into each others eyes, getting lost in them.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he asked suddenly.

“Uh…Dirty Dancing. Why?” she questioned, tilting her head.

“You’ll see. Come with me,” he pulled her up off the couch and walked down the hall, away from prying eyes and ears (Everyone had an idea as to what was happening anyways). They entered an unused, empty room. It looked like a dance room. Shutting the door, Gabriel walked over to the music player in the corner. What came through was not what she expected. “Time of My Life” started to play and she couldn’t help but laugh. While she didn’t know the moves to the dance aside from the lift, the two of them still danced around the room, attempting the lift in the end (which worked by the way). As the song ended, another one came on, “Be My Baby”. They swayed in time to the music, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“So, what was the movie question about?” (Y/N) wondered as they stopped, arms wrapped around each other loosely, music still playing in the background.

“The reason I asked is…” Gabriel trailed off, suddenly nervous.

“Is?” she pushed.

“I wanted to know, Will you be my Baby?” he asked softly.

With a smile, (Y/N) closed the space between them and said, “Only if you’ll be my Johnny.

Huffing a chuckle, golden eyes twinkling, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Well, what are you going to do about that?” she challenged, a mischievous look in her eyes (and you wonder why they are soulmates?).

“I was thinking something along the lines of this,” and with that, he leaned in slowly, (Y/N) leaning up to compensate and met in the middle. The kiss was sweet and slow, Gabriel tasting like chocolate. It didn’t feel like the first kiss, it felt like the hundredth. It felt right. When the couple walked back to the living room holding hands, everyone knew at that moment that they finally told each other.

“Gabriel, you hurt our sister, you’ll have to deal with us,” Dean stated.

“You’ll have to wait your turn first, Dean. He’ll have to deal with me first if he hurts (Y/N),” Mary spoke up from the doorway, arms crossed but a smile on her face.

“You won’t have to worry about that. I’d rather stab myself with an angel blade before I’d even think of hurting her,” Gabriel reassured, squeezing her hand.

“Please don’t. The last time that happened, my heart felt like it was ripped from my chest. I don’t think I could take that again,” (Y/N) commented, looking into his eyes.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. ‘Cause that ain’t never gonna happen again, sweetheart,” he gave her his signature Gabriel smirk before leaning in for another kiss, smirk growing at the grossed out sounds from Sam and Dean. The little family of misfits sat down for dinner that night, everyone happy again. And all was as it should be. Soulmates are a tricky thing to understand until the day comes when you find the one that was made for you. That day may come sooner than you think or it may take some time. One way or another, your soulmate is out there, waiting for you to find them.

Stuck Soulmate!AU - Calum 5SOS Imagine/Preference

When you were younger, you loved to sing. You sang The Wheels on The Bus for a week straight, and  absolutely nobody told you stop. They all knew that it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t help but sing it. Whenever your soulmate had a song stuck in their head, you would sing it. This usually wasn’t a problem for you, except for the few times you would sing in the middle of a school assembly or something. As you grew up, you would sing different songs, some songs you had never heard of. And of course, your soulmate would sing the songs that were stuck in your head.

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The first picture I took a few months ago of some small, controlled fires on the side of a mountain while driving home. After turning up the exposure, I found four lights in the top left corner; you can see them clearly in the second picture and just barely in the first. they’re too high up to be fire and too big to be a tower. I don’t think I was the only one who thought the fires on the mountain that night were beautiful.
(Black Hills, South Dakota, USA)
(April 25th, 2016 at 9:22 pm)

The Green Corvette

by reddit user TeslaToth

When the whistle blew, I punched my time card and drove home bleary-eyed after a long shift unloading cargo at the docks.

But there was no greeting at the door, no dinner waiting on the counter. My daughter, Chelsea, usually home by four, was nowhere to be found. No note left behind, car keys still dangling on the hook. I called her cell phone, got no answer.

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Azza, a Christian mother of three, was charged by Egyptian police with the murder of her infant daughter.  Her husband, Nour, called the charges, “false irrational and unreasonable.”

Early September, Azza was home alone with her children, while Nour visited his sister nearby. When Azza unlocked the door for whom she thought was her husband, she was confronted by three masked men and a woman with a face veil.

The woman pushed Azza inside and grabbed here baby from her.  They then beat Azza, shouted “infidels” and fled, taking the infant.

Hearing screaming, Nour ran home and was told that his daughter had been kidnapped. When reported to the police, they offered no assistance.  Tragically, the baby was found 10 meters from their home. Four days later police arrested Azza and alleged she suffers psychological problems.

There is a history of harassing Christians in this couple’s village. Police there do not provide protection for them.

Pray for comfort for Azza and Nour who have lost their baby girl. Pray for Egyptian Christians who continue to be attacked and are particularly vulnerable due to police indifference.

Maybe the band room wasn’t the home I found comfort in. Maybe these four white walls didn’t see as much as I thought they did. When I think of a home, I usually think of a place with walls and a foundation. A place that can shelter me from the rain and block the wind. After being miles away from my home town, I realized that those four white walls weren’t truly my home. It is my instrument. If I were to ever leave my instrument, I wouldn’t be able to stop my tears from falling. If I ever gave up on my instrument,  my instrument would weep. The true home I made for myself was founded in my instrument. Not only did it see all the good and bad things, but felt them as I played. My instrument sung my feelings, my struggles, my frustration. It felt my self doubt, it felt my accomplishments, it felt my tears, and it felt my smiles. It was there from the beginning and it will be there til the end even as I move from building to building. It is my comfort. It is my home.
—  Ashlyn Port (Silent Saxophone Player)

Hinny Moments

- Ginny and Harry always light cinnamon, vanilla, pumpkin spice, and gingerbread scented candles in the evenings, while they snuggle up on the sofa and read a book, or watch the TV.

- Harry taking Ginny to art museums, and fashion shows, and to coffee shops, and watching her face’s expressions, soaking in every moment; the joy in her eyes as she watches the models strut down the runway, wearing outfits that are, in all honesty, ridiculous, but very aesthetically pleasing and alluring, in some strange way. Harry laughing under his breath as she drags him from one painting, to another, and posing with statues looking every bit as disheveled and happy as she was as a child (only this time, without fear, without horror). Ginny holding Harry’s hand as he leads her into the cafe, the smell of chocolate, and pasteries, and coffee, and teas attacking her nose delightfully. Harry swears her pupils dialated, but Ginny denies it.

- Ginny once started a tickle fight with Harry, and although he denied being ticklish, she discovered that there was this /one area/ on his hipbone that if you just lightly brushed against it, he’d start flailing about and laughing. Needless to say, Harry never forgave her for that tickle war.

- In retaliation, he started a pillow fight, and after five minutes, the pillows broke, and feathers flew all around the room, causing Ginny to sneeze for fifteen minutes straight.

- Did I mention that they were staying over at her parents house? Molly Weasley was not thrilled at the mess that her children had made.

- She made them clean it by hand.

- Ginny’s eyes were red the rest of the night, and the following day.

- Ginny always naming inatimate objects the most bizzare names; she named a knife ‘Archibald’, and a chair 'Herashio’, as well as various plants names, such as 'Wilbafore’, 'Dextor’, 'Parker’, and other names that are so ridiculous or out of left-field, that it would take me all afternoon to write them all down.

- Ginny is no longer allowed to bring strays home, because one week while Harry was gone to train some new Aurors, he came home and found that he was to share his home with six owls, four toads, three cats, two kittens, five dogs, one puppy, a turtle, and there were two miniature goats in the back yard.

- After a nightmare, Harry is almost always found sitting on the swing in their backyard. Sometimes Ginny will join him with a cup of tea, and will hold his hand until dawn, swinging back and forth gently, and rubbing his hand with her thumb, because she knows. And he knows that she knows, so why speak of it? Some things don’t need to be expressed in words. And sometimes, a simple touch of the hand is enough to help you feel better. It won’t make you forget, but it will help you to remember that you’re not alone.

- After they married, Ginny wanted to bake some cookies, as well as some bread, for Luna and Rolf. Ginny forgot how much of a hassle it was to bake, especially without magic (they wanted to do things the muggle way for a while), and Harry had never baked. They both ended up coated with flour (because a certain Gryffindor seeker got impatient, and may or may not have thrown a handful of flour over his gorgeous wife’s hair, causing her to retaliate [and rightly so], by throwing some baking powder on his glasses, obscuring his eyesight…)

- They decided not to keep cooking the muggle way. It was probably for the best.

- Ginny always makes sure to dry flowers that Harry has given her through the years. She hangs them from the ceiling, and keeps them dust-free, and keeps them from falling apart, using various charms.

- Harry has gotten used to waking up in the morning to Ginny singing off-key in the shower. Their children, however, have not gotten used to Harry walking to the bathroom door, and joining her in her off-key ballads. James doesn’t really like inviting his mates over to spend the night for this reason. Albus and Lily usually bet on which songs they’ll sing, and how bad it will sound. Lily usually wins.

- Harry always tells his children he loves them and is proud of them. When James was a baby, Ginny would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to find Harry not in bed, and would go to the nursery to make sure everything was alright, and would find Harry walking around the room, holding James in his arms, telling him 'daddy loves you, daddy is so proud of you. Daddy is so happy that you exist,’ and all the things the Dursley’s never told him.

- Harry and Ginny who are loved, and cherished, and happy, and no longer have to live in fear.

Dauntless (Part 16)

Eric x OC
​Warnings : Language

​A/N: from here I start following the insurgent plot a little, so there’s going to be some minor spoilers if you haven’t read the book or seen the movie.

​​​​​"Camille!“ Eric bellowed, and I heard the chairs scrape and fall as he tried to get up.

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