look at her my tough little angel

Gally x Reader ~ Halo

Originally posted by elisaonwilde

Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby, they’re tumbling down
And they didn’t even put up a fight
They didn’t even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

“It’s a girl!”, Newt exclaims confused and shocked at the same time. Within one second the boys come closer to the Box to catch a glimpse at you. The way you lying unconscious there on the metal ground touches Gally - the usually tough guy. You look a little bit like a fallen angel without wings.
“I get her out”, he hears himself saying, while he jumps into the Box. The Keeper of the Builders wouldn’t let one of the boys in your near. Especially when they are looking at you like a piece of meat. Carefully he picks you up bridal style. Gally never gets attached to someone, because he could lose them every day. The Glade and the Maze are dangerous places. But you are an exception and he doesn’t even know why. The Builder gives you a silent promise. He would protect you at all costs.
“Hi…”, Gally looks at you surprised that you are actually looking at him. A weak smile appears on your lips. It so bright and friendly. Not a single trace of fear on your face. “Hey”, he replies returning your smile. That’s the moment the Keeper of the Builders realizes that you are something special.
“Am I dead?”, you can’t remember anything from your life - just your name. That’s actually what he wanted to ask. Gally is the one who’s carrying a beautiful girl in his arms. It feels like heaven to him. “No … my angel”, he doesn’t like to show his soft side, but he couldn’t help himself in your near. It’s like something - No, someone is changing him.

It’s like I’ve been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin’
It’s the risk that I’m takin’
I ain’t never gonna shut you out

“Hey, Captain Gally!”, you greet your friend laughing about the silly nickname he gave himself. Gally turns around always with a smile on his lips when you are around. “What’s up, my angel?”, the nickname got stuck in his head since your first day in the Glade. Some of the boys teased him awhile, but he had some good arguments to stop them.
He’s wondering why you are not working on your building. You are not quite sure how you should say it so you just held out your hand with his hammer. “I borrowed one of your tools. I swear I wanted to ask you, but couldn’t find anywhere. Are you mad at me now?”, you add to your gesture.
The other Gladers told you about his rules. Actually you didn’t want to break one of them. A brief moment Gally looks at you emotionless, then his typical “(Y/N)”-smile comes back. “No, I can’t be mad at you. It’s okay, just ask the next time”, he grabs the hammer from your hand. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Okay, I promise I won’t break your rules again”, you wink at him smiling, before you leave him alone again.
Gally looks at the tool in his hand, while he shakes his head slowly, “You did it already, my angel.” You wake something what he tried to bury deep in his heart. Feelings… He couldn’t think about a life without you anymore. That’s the risk he’s taking only for you. The only person who can break his shell and see his real face.

Everywhere I’m looking now
I’m surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you’re my saving grace
You’re everything I need and more
It’s written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won’t fade away

The slight smile on Gally’s lips won’t fade away. Especially when he’s watching you how you help the other Builders. It was the best decision from Alby to give you this job. It’s like you leaving a touch of yourself on everything you are building. Those aren’t just things made out of wood. They are representing your personality in each way. The Keeper of the Builders are surrounded by your presence even if you are not by his side. It’s not a simple job for you. It’s passion.
“You are so damn creepy, Gally”, someone snaps him out of his thoughts. Newt is standing right next to him. He seems to be fascinated and shocked at the same time. “Why? Because I’m smiling?”, he replies friendly. Since you are in the Glade his rough tone almost disappears completely. The Second in Command nods in agreement, “Yes, because you never did it before. I probably upset you, but (Y/N) changes you. She is something like a saving grace for you, right?”
Gally doesn’t want to admit it in front of the other boys, but Newt is totally right. Everything makes sense when you are with him. He doesn’t really care what’s happening as long as you are by his side. Newt doesn’t need an answer, because he can already see everything in his eyes.
“(Y/N) is a real angel. Keep an eye on her”, the Second in Command leaves him alone. That’s his secret job. Gally wouldn’t let happen that your halo fades away. You are an angel. You are his angel saving him from being alone and sad.

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You’re the only one that I want
Think I’m addicted to your light
I swore I’d never fall again
But this don’t even feel like falling
Gravity can’t forget
To pull me back to the ground again

“Gally?”, you make your way towards the boy who’s sitting on a log all alone in the Deadheads. Even if your sweet voice doubles his heartbeat he doesn’t turn his head to look at you. Softly you put your hand on his shoulder to show him that he isn’t alone with his feelings.
A sigh escapes his mouth, while he puts his hand over yours. It feels really good to know you don’t avoid him after everything that happened. “It’s not your fault. You know that, right?”, you remind him almost every day. The Keeper of the Builders blames himself for not keeping you safe and sound. He promised this himself on your first day in the Glade.
“Ben attacked you. I was almost too slow to save you from him. He was choking you with his bare hands and…”, his voice starts to tremble. It’s hard for him to hold back his tears. Gally don’t want to think about losing you - the most important person in his life. You sit down right next to him on the log grabbing one of his hands. “You were there for me. You gave your best to get him away from me. I couldn’t ask for more”, it surprised him how positive you are looking at the facts.
You give him your best smile to comfort him, but the marks on your throat catch his attention. Softly Gally runs his fingers from his free hand over them. “You saved me”, that’s what he wanted to hear. You are the light that leads him through his darkest days. He’s addicted to your smile, your laugh and everything from you that lights up his world.
Without a further word you wrap your arms around his torso tightly. You bury your face in his shirt feeling his fast heartbeat. That’s the place where you belong - into his arms, where you feel safe and sound. Gally rubs circles on your back relieved that you are still by his side. Softly he places a kiss on your head. “Can you ask you something?”, you ask him mumbling.
Surprised the Builder furrows his eyebrows, “Sure, ask me whatever you want, my angel.” You raise your head to look into his red and puffy eyes. He never cried before, but since Ben’s attack he did it every day. “Why do you call me your angel?”, you want to know.
Gally couldn’t help himself, but smile as he strokes your cheek softly. “Because you are one. The moment I lied my eyes on your for the first time I knew it. You and your halo changed me in a good way. Every time I’m with you it feels like heaven for me”, he explains with a few simple words.
His words are melting your heart like butter in the sun. “Maybe I’m dumb for falling in love with an angel like you, but I’m happy I did. I love every single moment we share. I love you, (Y/N) - the angel of my life”, Gally continues his confession smiling. You want to reply how you feel, but your brain stops working in the worst moment.
Instead of an answer you press your lips against his to show him your love. His arms sneak around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I love you too, Captain Gally”, you reply finally after the kiss ended. He leans his forehead against yours with the brightest smile on his lips. The Builder is sure that’s how heaven feels and tastes. Now Gally has his own angel in his arms. That’s everything he needs…

I can feel your halo

You’re My Home // Stiles Stilinski AU Part One.

Prompt-  “How am I supposed to decide this? How can I possibly stay without mom and dad? How can I leave without Winston? Or Stiles? This is too much. I don’t even understand how it all works, why I’m here in the state that I’m in or how to get out of it if I wanted to. If I were to say, I want to wake up, would I wake up right now?” 

Relationship- Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings- none really but a little bit of angst. 

Word Count-  2359 words. 

Song Choice: Only By RY X / Say Something By The Great Big World.

A/N: I got so inspired by @minhosmeanhoe​ series called In My Veins that I decided to write my own personal series involving If I Stay, if you haven’t seen the movie or read the book, I definitely recommend you watching/reading it.

Additional A/N: thank you teen wolf for being a amazing show to watch and love so much, beacon hills will always be my home and I will always love it. I love you so much teen wolf and thank you for everything. I will be writing more teen wolf fanfics to fill my empty heart. Enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwxlves

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Perspective

“She does not have a boyfriend,” Sun growls again.

           “That we know of,” Scarlet corrects, smirking at the aggravated look his leader sends him. “She could easily have one and just doesn’t talk about him.”

           Sun pulls a face. “That doesn’t make sense!” he protests. “Girls always talk about their boyfriends!” He suddenly pauses, like he’s just now realizing his own inexperience in the matter. He cuts a glance at Neptune for confirmation. “Right? Girls totally do that.”

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anonymous asked:

ASA Shinichi where MC dies and he takes care of their child? Bittersweet single father fan fic

Base on his POV
“Mr Kagari, there is a phone call for you?” Mr Motai called out to me when I just stepped into the teacher’s room after class.

“This is Mr Kagari speaking.” I said after picking up the phone. “What?” I exclaimed in shocked and everyone turned to look at me. “I will be on my way. Thank you for informing me.” I tried to calm myself down and put down the phone.

“What happen?” Rikiya asked.

“The school called to inform me that Kiyomi fainted in school. She is having high feverand had been send to the hospital.” I replied and I can feel my voice trembling. “I need to go to the hospital now.” I continued and headed to the door.

“Let me send you there. It will be faster.” Rikiya offered and I accepted.

I dashed to her room once I reached the hospital. She is asleep now but not really out of danger yet. According to the doctor, her fever is extremely high. If the fever able to subsides by tomorrow morning, she will be alright.

“She is a strong little girl just like her mother. She will be alright.” Rikiya assured me and pat my shoulder.

“Hi, I had just spoken to doctor who is a friend of mine. He said that her chance of recovering is high. So do not worry.” Kenzo said the moment he walked into the room. He too rushed over as well. It happen that the hospital is own by his family. At least I am glad that Kiyomi will be well taken care of.

“How can I not be worry? She is all I have left now.” I replied softly, holding her tiny hand in mine.

I keep her accompany by her bedside, hoping she will get through tonight. Rkiya and Kenzo had left for the evening and both said that they will dropped by again tomorrow. Alone with Kiyomi in her room, I recalled the time when ______ was send to the hospital for emergency c-section delivery. The doctor told us that she would have 50% chance of heart failure. Given the situation at that time where she was almost at full term, we have no choice but to proceed.

However, I lost her that day. The only precious thing that she left behind is this little angel of ours. Life was really tough during the first few years. I never had experience with kid. For her sake, I had to overcome the sadness of losing her mother and I even quit smoking as well. With help from my family and friends, I managed to get it through somehow. She is now 6 years old. She is also looking more and more like her mother as she grows older.

“_____, if you are watching us from above, please watch over our little angel here.” I whispered my prayer in my heart and slowly fell asleep, still holding her tiny hand.

“Daddy!” I heard a tiny voice called out to me and it woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Kiyomi smiling weakly at me.

“You are awake. How are you feeling?” I touched her forehead and pressed the button for the nurse and doctor.

“I am feeling better.” Kiyomi replied weakly.

The nurse and doctor arrived and did a check on her. They had a smile on their face and I know she will be fine. I heaved a sigh of relief and look up into the sky. She really must be watching Kiyomi from above.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you are not feeling well yesterday morning?” I scolded her after the nurse and doctor had left the room. “Do you know I am so scared?”

“Sorry dad, I just don’t want to make you worry about me.” Kiyomi apologized. “Plus, you have to go to work as well.

“You are more important than anything else. Of course I had to admit that it is my fault for not noticing but remember to highlight to me.” I reminded her.

“Sure, I will. Dad, you don’t have to worry so much. Mummy is watching over us from above.” She smiled, trying to make me feel comfortable. Her smile is so much like her.

I pat her head and smiled back at her. She is right. ______ will be watching over us from above. I can’t afford to lose Kiyomi as well. I need to take good care of her and protect her until my time is up.

So my little sister just told me that she thought it was weird for a boy to love a boy. I asked her why she thought this and she goes. “Well… I don’t think it's weird. I just think it’s weird that Dean and Cas the Angel from Supernatural are supposed to be together and their not.”

     So I played dumb. “What do you mean they’re supposed to be together, little one?”

     "Well, Cas get’s this look on his face whenever Dean is around and it’s the same face daddy gives mommy when she’s around. Then Dean get’s all big and tough like how mommy does when she’s around daddy after a bad day.“ (Yes she’s serious.) "And Dean’s always having a bad day, because his mom died… and Sam hates him… and Cas won’t kiss him.”

     "I love you.“

     "What? Why?”

She will look at me with confidence the first time she focuses her eyes on me. She will gather tiny first impressions by my serious demeanor, and the way my body isn’t really a body, just skin and bones. She will breathe in my clearly blunt personality, and the way my knees shake. She will think that this is because of the weather, but later realize it was 80 degrees that night and the only thing cold was my stone-like heart. She will find herself being attracted to parts that she never gave a second glance, and find herself blushing Crimson every time I look her way. She’ll notice something different about me, the fact that the most popular girls at this godforsaken party are looking at her with envious eyes because mine haven’t left her body. It’s thirty minutes later, and she’s followed me into the bathroom, my skin on her skin… And my hands feel for places that have never been touched by soft hands. She will scream with disbelief, she will scream with agonized pleasure because a girl is making her feel like the entire world is in her hands. She will fall in love with me that night, and she won’t notice the pity in my eyes. She’ll only care to notice the way my eyes are brown, and she’s always thought brown eyes were boring. She will forget that I don’t have the parts that are deemed acceptable by her parents. She won’t be interested or bothered that my body is filled with abused substances, and my mouth has probably tasted skin that would make her feel insignificant. It doesn’t cross her mind that it was the innocence of her that attracted me, and the way her rosy cheeks looked when my eyes were fucking her body. She won’t stop to think that maybe my hands have taken trips all over most of the girls at that party. She’ll only be able to think about the way my lips feel on her neck, or the way that my hands feel between her thighs. She will pick herself off of the ground after I’ve shown her what kind of pleasure lies in just the tips of my fingers. She watches me as I’m snorting white lines from the bathroom counter, and she’ll wish there was a way for me to turn into liquid and inject myself into her body. She’s never even smoked a cigarette before, but she’s inhaling me knowing that I’m a mere body that takes the form of second-hand smoke. Yeah, she’s addicted to cigarettes now, and I don’t think she realizes it’s because she breathed me in like the scent of something beautiful, when all that I ever was to her was a toxic fume. I left that night with nothing more than her number written in pink pen and the immense satisfaction from obtaining another girls soul, whilst she left that night with a strange feeling in her veins, and the intense desire to soak me into her pores so that she would never have to be away from me. She loved me the second that I was inside of her. She will later claim that I didn’t just fuck her that night, she will repeat over and over again that I was this destructive beautiful mess, and that underneath my tough demeanor I was an angel. And I’ll forget to tell her to look at her skin a little more closer, so that she could see that the first time I touched her I tattooed every god damn sin I had ever committed onto her body so that I wouldn’t have to carry the burden alone. She will realize a few weeks in time, that my greetings come in the form of me slipping into her window like a gust of cold wind. Except instead of wrapping the covers around her body, she’d wrap me around her pretty bones. She will understand quickly that I am her exception, but more like a deception. She won’t sleep at night because the air around her is thick with my presence from the last time I was there. Her friends will pluck off one by one, because they won’t understand how she could ever fall in love with a human that consisted of v’s and q’s. They cant bare to listen to her speak about the way I fucked her, or the way that she can still feel my soft hands melting into her body. They can’t bare to hear her longing for my poison inside of her innocent skin. So it’s 3 am, and she’s waiting by a phone with empty eyes and a hopeful heart. She can’t convince herself that my hands are only greedy for her body, and they never were grasping for her heart. She’s only in love with me because I won’t come to pick up her bones, I’ll only fuck her until she feels whole again and leave when my needs have been fulfilled. She loves me because I smell like cigarette smoke, and because I am cigarette smoke. She can’t escape me, and she doesn’t want to. She breathes me in willingly. She tells herself that I am fragile. I am skin and bones, and scared of commitment. She will whisper to herself every night praying to a god that can’t even look at me, for my skin is stitched together with sins too great, sins thickly coated with the clearest form of disgusting destructiveness that the devil would shy away from my touch. She doesn’t realize what a contradiction that is. And I look at her with pity engrained into my iris’. She mistakes it for some hopeless romantic scenario that she has gone over many times in her bed whilst the space beside her consists of a silence that is so fucking loud she can barely see straight. What she doesn’t understand is that I was never second hand smoke, I was something like heroin, or maybe something slightly more powerful. When she thought that she was breathing me in she was injecting herself to feel a high that would never become permanent, she won’t ever realize that I was never anything consistent. She will scream to me and lay crumpled on the floor in a mess of rattled bones and torn skin while I slip back outside of her window and travel to be another girls exception. She will peel herself off of her floor to watch as I step into my car and drive away from a sweet innocent girl that could never accept that she wouldn’t ever gain any part of me. And I forgot to tell her that the sins I tattooed on her body only consisted of my name, because God damn I am a sin. I am heroin, I am a disease. I am the cold gust of wind slipping through her window, I am the faint knock on her door. I am cigarette smoke. I am the poisonous air surrounding her, sinking into her body, and she thinks that I am her white blood cells keeping away infection. I am the black haired devil, but she says I fuck her like an angel. I am the hushed whisper, the ‘come here baby,“ the 'I’ll show you how much I missed you.” I am her exception, I am her deception. I am the only sin that she never repented for
—  sins and diseases, exceptions and deceptions
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Hey everyone, I dont want to bother you but it would meant the world if you could stop for a second and read this. Honestly it would.

This is my grandmother. The left photo is her when she was in her early 30’s and the right is her recently. My grandmother turns 83 years old tomorrow as of (July 31st), I’m making this post just because I want to share the amazing journey my grandma has been through and to wish her the happiest birthday she could ever have. 

Let me introduce her, my grandmothers name is Joyce. She grew up in a small town in Tennesee, southern as can be, and grew up in a very poor home and family. I remember how my grandmother told me that when she was younger they actually dumpster dived for food at times when there wasn’t enough money for food. My grandma was a tough little cookie too. She stood up for herself in school and was a rousy kid, getting in fist fights with boys. She didn’t care about being ladylike, she believed in standing up for herself, always. Eventually her family moved up to Ohio where she met the love of her life. My grandfather, Art. My grandmother said there was a popular skating rink that every young adult went to, so one day she went with a friend. As she was skating she saw a very handsome man looking at her as if she were an Angel. The cutest thing I remember about this story is how before my Grandfather ever muttered a word to my Grandmother, he told his friend, “I’m going to marry that girl someday.” It was love at first site. They were pure soul mates and they spent everyday of their lives together, madly in love. Eventually my Grandmother had a son. My dad. He grew up to be quite the ladies man during high school and his 20’s but during his early 30’s he met and married my mom and finally had me and my sister. By the time I was 2 years old my parents divorced. Life was hard, but my grandmother was more like my second mom. She raised us and took care of my sister and I through the divorce and even through the constant hatred between my parents. Soon enough my Grandma’s healthy started to waver. She had to have heart surgery, she got cancer, she’d been in an awful car wreck that caused permanent damage in her leg and soon turned into arthris, and had two strokes. In 2002 on Valentine’s Day my grandma went to bed. Halfway through the night her life changed forever when she realized and called for help that my grandpa had passed away from a heart attack in his sleep. He was only 64 years old. I was 4 at the time, but I remember vividly still all about my amazing grandpa. He had diabetes, heart problems, and had a leg amputated causing him to become permanently crippled and always in a wheel chair. This however didn’t stop any of my Grandma or Grandpa, Like I said they were soulmates, they stuck together through everything and when the worse came, they pushed it aside and moved on for better times. And they never looked back. So when my grandpa died, my grandma eventually strengthened herself back up and kept going. She hasn’t, doesn’t, and won’t let anything stop her. 

I want to dedicate this post to my grandmother and share with all of you her amazing story. I want to say, Happy 83rd Birthday Grandma. You’re an amazing, beautiful, and strong role model for me, and I’ll never be able to express how much gratitude and love I give to this woman. 

P.S.– please reblog this, I really want my grandmother’s story to live on, and to be a reminder to everyone to strong even when things are hard. 

I’m finally helping out my roomy, mewmewmeansiloveyou, get her Supernatural cellphone charms up on Etsy, and omg they are so freaking amazing you guys should be excited!!

Seriously, look at these things

She makes them all by hand, by herself (don’t ask me how, I have no flippin clue)

and they are super tough (when I still had a phone, I always used them to fish it out of my purse)

I WANT ALL OF THEM and she even found the little audio jack pluggy things for phones that don’t have a place to hang them from!

I only had these photos on my computer, but she has designs for Anti-Possession, Anti-Angel, Demon Trap, Horn of Gabriel and Men of Letters. So ya, this weekend they go up on her Etsy shop! Help support an AWESOME artist!! :D

Your Mother

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Dean cradled the child in his arms, walking over to your grave. When he reached it, a single tear fell from his face onto hers, causing her to cry. He started to bob up and down, whispering over and over, “It’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay.”

After a couple minutes of standing by your grave, he looked at his and your daughter with love filling his candy apple eyes. “You’re probably not going to remember much of your mother… how could you? You’re only a little baby.” he said, bopping her nose. “But I promise you, I will tell you everything you could ever want to know about her. How she made me laugh, even when it was tough. How HER laugh and smile instantly brightened whatever room she walked into. How she made the best pie you could ever taste. Your mother was… an angel from heaven. My angel.” 

He looked down into her piercing blue eyes, knowing how hard her life would be, seeing as that you transferred some of your grace into her when she was born. But that wouldn’t matter. Because he would do anything and everything to keep her safe, even if that meant laying down his own life. “No one is ever going to hurt you, Charlotte Mary Winchester. I promise.”