Imagine moving to Beacon Hills because you hear it’s a sanctuary for both humans and supernaturals. You’re hoping to get a bit of a reprieve from your past, only to end up genuinely surprised when you instantly click with the town’s very own Deputy Parrish.
Jordan X Reader
Something about being in Beacon Hills eases the worry deep in your bones. You’ve heard stories of the McCall pack whose been outed as something other than human to the townsfolk and watch in awe as the locals just go on with their lives as if nothing were out of the ordinary. No one comes right out to mention the elephant in the room, so for you it’s hard to pinpoint just who’s human and who’s not.
But figuring out who’s who is besides the point and you just hope that should your past come back to haunt you, then someone here would be willing to give you a hand with the unwanted intruders to your life.
Israel means “struggles with God”. The Lord God appeared to Jacob and wrestled with him. When He saw Jacob wouldn’t let him go He weakened Jacob’s hip then proceeded to tell Jacob his name was now Israel since he struggled with God.
Genesis 32:24-30 (NIV) So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. When the man saw that he could not
overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob’s hip so that his hip was
wrenched as he wrestled with the man. Then the man said, “Let me go, for it is
daybreak.” But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless
me.” The man asked him, “What is your name?” “Jacob,” he answered. Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome.” Jacob said, “Please tell me your name.”
But he replied, “Why do you ask my name?” Then he blessed him there. So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, “It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.”
No one sees the face of God Most High as Moses was told. Yet Jacob saw God face to face. How can that be?
It is true that Jacob saw God face to face because he saw the Son of God Most High. Otherwise, as was told to Moses, if he had seen God Most High’s face he would have died. The Jewish nation would have never been if that were so.
Can i have au scenarios for the vongola and reader, the au being a soulmate au where you're given a necklace from birth that shines whwn you meet your soulmate.
//I worked hard on this so I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Also, Chrome and Lambo are not included unless specifically mentioned.//
“You are going to suffer for interrupting my wedding,” Tsuna was all dressed up as the groom and the both of you were in his office. His eyes were burning in rage. “Do you know how important this alliance is? Do you know what you’ve done?!”
“I couldn’t let you..” You pulled out the necklace hidden under your dress. “You are my soulmate.”
Tsuna gave you a poker face. “I’ve known you since middle school. That’s when mine started glowing too. I thought there was a defect. Why are you telling this to me now?”
“Well, you were Dame-Tsuna and I didn’t want to let other people know that you were my soulmate so..” You were ashamed of what you had done and you should’ve said the truth earlier.
“What makes you think I’ll want you now?” He looked at you cruelly. “You turned me into this monster. Making me believe that I was too defective to love or be loved.”
“Tsuna, I-” He stormed out.
There was a glowing necklace inside the envelope and a note: ‘Keep the necklace. We’ll cut off her pretty head so she’ll never be able to wear it again.’
Gokudera couldn’t think for five seconds. They had kidnapped her and then taken off her necklace. They had taken what was his and taken off her necklace.
Tsuna didn’t bother stopping him, mentally preparing to throw a celebration party for obliterating the Blanca Famiglia. There was no way Gokudera would let any of them live.
“I’ll bring the head of the Boss as a souvenir for you, Tenth,” he said and was gone.
You were in a dark alley, running from some thugs when your necklace started glowing. How freaking inconvenient. Of all times-
“So girlie’s found her soulmate, huh-” You heard them scream all of a sudden and you stiffened. There was blood everywhere and then.. silence.
A man holding a sword, covered in blood, studied you.
Narrow eyes glinted under the moonlight and you would’ve screamed bloody murder if you hadn’t seen the faint glow of his necklace.
“You are my soulmate?” You said, horrified.
“This was not how I wanted to meet but I guess it’s for the best. I am Takeshi Yamamoto. I’m an assassin-”
“You are my soulmate?” you gawked.
You were a big fan of the professional boxer Sasagawa Ryohei and you went to all his matches. He rarely made appearances these days because, according to rumors, he worked for the Mafia.
You had went to one of his autograph signing events and the both of your necklaces glowed the moment you saw him.
“Extreme!” He was by your side in an instant and picked you up, turning around. “My soulmate is a fan of mine!!!”
You laughed with joy.
“What kind of a person gives their own soulmate detention?” you huffed and crossed your hands. You were stuck spending your after-school time in Hibari’s stupid Reception room.
“If you weren’t my soulmate I would’ve bitten you to death for coming late,” Hibari said, not looking up from his paperwork.
“Gee, how romantic of you to spare my life. Thank God our necklaces started glowing before you could kill me,” you said sarcastically.
He looked up at you sharply. “I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you, herbivore. You are mine.”
Both of you were lying naked on the bed and Mukuro was deep in sleep. He seemed so relaxed and peaceful.
Your eyes fell on his un-glowing necklace. The experiments of the Estreneo had rendered the necklace useless and it taken a lot of persuasion to convince him that you were his soulmate. Your necklace had lit up the moment you saw him.
“Stop staring at it,” Mukuro hissed. He hated the necklace. He thought it symbolized how damaged he was.
You ignored him. You grabbed his necklace and started kissing it. “You’re not damaged. Stop thinking like that.”
He stared at you intently before his strong arms pulled you close.
Oh my God! This episode was perfect! My life has been spared! They’re saving the best rescue for last. The pack is back together and they’re all alive, Deaton was rescued, Theo showed his shitty true colors again, Lydia learned how to control her voice, and the pack is going to rescue her! My favorite episode in a while!
Four years (and some change) ago, I started this here blog. It’s morphed from a wedding space (God spare those months of my life) to a place where I can share my semi-original recipes, photos of Windsor Louise, online shopping addiction, and a few heartfelt moments along the way. #thissweetlife if you will.
I have always found solace in writing things down. Over the last 4 years, I’ve shared my struggle with fertility and our rocky road trying to start a family. It was done to leave my thoughts in a place that I could easily revisit. Never to elicit sympathy, it was simply what I considered my outlet. And perhaps, if by some mistake of my own, I was careless with how I handled things.
It’s been quite some time since I “overshared” and– I’ll be the first to tell you– that I’m okay with that. It’s been nice keeping some things close to my chest. So in case you were wondering, I’m still here wandering around just as I was before only a little more guarded and a little less of an open book.
To catch you up at warp speed, as of late I have gone a little blonder, started watching House of Cards (about time), fallen in love with my job all over again, spent a little time in the sun, and tried to be a better friend/ sister/ daughter/ wife/ aunt than I was last year. And the year before.
Constantly trying to better yourself is exhausting isn’t it?
But I’ve also tried to revisit the notion of stopping, slowing down, and realizing that I can’t do it all. At some point, I know I will have to accept that I don’t have all the answers to all the questions (much as I’d like to) and I have to – eventually – let go of things. Damn if it isn’t easier said than done though…
I’ve tried to take it easy on myself. That’s the hardest part for me; trying to walk the fine line between being my own critic (necessary) and beating myself up over the insignificant.
And so here we are. Thankful that summer is here and wishing that peony season would stay just a bit longer (aren’t you SO tired of seeing those damn things all over Instagram).