look at his precious angel face

anonymous asked:

Okay but Akutagawa is just,,,, his face is so sweet?? ? Esp when he's not scowling or anything I bet his sleeping face is that of an angel asdgjnhfcnllhg

I know, right? Like, he just has such a precious lil baby face and it took me like two seconds to decide he is my child and must be protected by the powers that be forever.

Originally posted by kai-p


and time goes on.

summary: Lin is a single father and Y/N is a single mother. They quickly become friends and then more but as time goes on things begin to happen, things begin to fall apart.

a/n: lin is the loml; 4.2k words babes.

He wasn’t the one to complain. He took things as is, so when his wife left him and left their son with him, he didn’t complain. He looked for the positive. He looked for someone who would love him even with his busy schedule and his young son. He waited years for someone just right to come into his life and change it for the better.

He was waiting for you.

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Before the first apocalypse Becca worked for the “Eligius” Mining Company.

This company owned asteroid mining penal colony. Criminals were put into hypersleep and given nightblood to protect against solar radiation for the long duration missions. How long were the missions?  Here you can see the asteroid belt:

In 2048 contact with colony was lost. Why? We have no idea.

Becca worked with nightblood both in her laboratory on the island and at the space station. Becca needed an avatar. Chris and 2 his co-workers created Alie in 2051. They also worked for the “Eligius”.

We know that the station belonged to Becca, hence the symbol of infinity is the logo of the Becca’s corporation.

1.     The figure IV can be correlated with the Becca’s rocket  “Vesta IV”,

2.     Becca’s corporate logo,

3.     The third symbol looks familiar:

On the left is the symbol of the Second Dawn, on the right is the logo on the equipment in Becca’s laboratory owned by the company for which Becca developed nightblood. “The Eligius Corporation.”

St. Eligius is the Patron Saint of the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers.

“He was tall with a rosy face. He had a pretty head of hair with curly locks. His hands were honest and his fingers long. He had the face of an angel and a prudent look. At first, he was used to wear gold and gems on his clothes, having belts composed of gold and gems and elegantly jeweled purses, linens covered with red metal and golden sacs hemmed with gold and all of the most precious fabrics including all of silk. But all of this was but fleeting ostentation from the beginning and beneath he wore a hairshirt next to his flesh and, as he proceeded to perfection, he gave the ornaments for the needs of the poor.”

Here’s what we can learn about Cadogan from articles about the cult: “A handsome looking gentlemen…  Bill is soft-spoken, but hard around the edges.”

Articles about Second Dawn were written in 2047:

This means Cadogan created his cult long before Alie appeared.

What if Cadogan was one of the owners of “The Eligius”? He could know that Chris created Alie. Bill sold off all of his properties two years before the bombs. He gave the speech about the end of the world 2 weeks before the apocalypse. So maybe he was that  “stupid son of a bitch” who helped Alie to escape from the Faraday Shield?

And where is Cadogan now? Is he alive and decided to return from space?

If the writers decided to use a hypersleep on the example of the franchise “Alien”, then this is quite possible. 

Let Me Love You | Pt. 6

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 945

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7

Originally posted by littlechimx2

Suddenly, you heard him whisper while a sob escaped his mouth. “I-Is it really too late for u-us?..”

You stopped walking and answered without turning around. “Yes, you’re too late..”

With heavy steps, you started climbing up the stairs. It was too late. He was too late. You were engaged to someone else now.

Right before you reached your bedroom door, you were met with Taehyung leaning against your wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Slowly, he looked up at you with an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

You, on the other hand, could already feel your heart beating fast against your rib cage, scared that he might have misunderstood the situation that took place just minutes ago.

Averting your eyes, you looked down at your fingers. How were you supposed explain everything to him? “T-Taehyung, I..I’m-”

“Come here.”

When you looked up, you were met with a soft smile and his arms wide open, waiting for you to come closer so he could embrace your shaking form.

Without saying anything, you walked towards the person you called your best friend and fiancé at the same time and nuzzled your head in his chest, allowing the newly formed tears to roll down your face.

“Shh.. everything is going to be okay. I’m here, Y/N-ah.. You’re not alone..”

Nuzzling your head further into the crook of his neck, you tried to calm your breathing down. “Thank you, Taehyung-ah..”

Placing a little kiss on your head, Taehyung guided you slowly to your bedroom and sat down beside you on your bed.

Caressing your cheeks, he locked his eyes with yours and whispered. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Y/N. If you’re sad, then be sad. If you want to cry, then cry. You don’t have to pretend like you’re okay.”

Placing your hand on top of his, you took a deep breath and smiled at him. He was trying so hard to make you feel at ease and happy. You were sure that he heard your conversation with Jimin but still chose to ignore it in order to not make you uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, Taehyung?”

Confused, he looked at you. “What?”

“Are you okay with all of this? Are you even happy, Taehyung?”

Tilting his head a little bit, he started speaking again. “Of course I’m happy-”

“Taehyung, please stop pretending.. I know that it’s hard for you too. Your life changed drastically because of Hana and me. You gave up your own life in order to help us and that’s not something that everyone would do just in one night. I know how you feel when you see me talking to Jimin. I can see it in your eyes. You’re hurting because of me and there is nothing I can do to change that, Taehyung..”

Sadly, you looked down at your intertwined hands, the guilt you felt towards him eating you alive. When you felt his soft fingers under your chin, you looked back up at him and connected your glossy eyes with his.

“You can change that, Y/N..”


“Move out with me to another country.”

Bidding the comforting darkness a goodbye, you unwillingly opened your heavy eyelids to the whining sounds of your daughter. Guessing that it was time for her second bottle that morning, you lifted your blanket in order to stand up but halted when suddenly her whining stopped. Assuming that Taehyung must have taken care of her, you closed your eyes again and welcomed the darkness with a little smile plastered on your face.

Just before you could doze of for the second time, you felt something stir beside you. Opening your eyes again, you turned your head to your left side and were met with a sleeping Taehyung.

When Taehyung was here, why did Hana stop crying?

Knowing that Hana wouldn’t stop crying until she got her bottle, you stood up from your bed immediately, concerned that something might have happened to her.

Walking out of your bedroom, you walked towards her nursery but halted before you stepped into her room, the sight before you making you freeze immediately.

Your daughter’s head was nuzzled into Jimin’s shoulder, her grip on his shirt as strong as a baby could hold and her eyes slowly closing as her father sang a unknown lullaby to her.

Hiding behind the wall, you listened to Jimin’s calming voice while you closed your eyes and let the tears roll down your face.

Close your eyes slowly
Give me your frozen hands
Beware your innocent soul
Sleep in silence like the time
This world is a hole with no ground

Before your soft heart pales
And life shows it’s dark side
Sleep, sleep darling
This world is a dark hole with no ground
Sleep, sleep my angel face
This world is a hole with no ground

When Jimin stopped singing, you watched how he placed soft kisses on his daughter’s head. The smile he had on his face was a smile you’ve never seen before. The affection he was showing towards his daughter was something you always dreamed of when he wasn’t there with you in the first months. The way he looked at your daughter showed how much he adored and loved her like she was the most precious thing to him. 

If he hadn’t been too late, perhaps everything could have been different for all of you..

Leaning his head on your daughter’s head carefully, he whispered the words that broke your heart the minute you heard it.

“Take care of your mother, okay? Forgive me, Hana..“

Author‘s Note: After what felt like 50 years, I was also able to update this scenario. I am sorry for having kept you all waiting for so long.. I’ll try to update this scenario regularly, I promise! I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it~ Should Y/N move out with Taehyung or should she stay?

Mumma’s Day

Originally posted by thetommmo


Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms in this world. What you do for us cannot be limited to just one ‘thank you’.

Your daughter was fast asleep in her crib when Harry tiptoed into the nursery. It had taken him a good half hour of staring at your cherubic face, nearly giving in to your cheeks which he wanted to kiss badly, when he finally willed himself to get out of bed if this morning was going to go as planned. The first Mother’s Day you could actually celebrate; it had to be perfect.

Your daughter slept with her hands up, close to her curly head. Her breathing was soft. As soft as her skin, and Harry almost felt guilty for disrupting her sleep until he remembered what it was for. His hands went under her armpits, gently removing her from the crib.

If you were here watching this, he would have been a dead man. Your baby was quite bipolar when it came to her sleeping habits, and the pair of you always made sure to put her to sleep at strict schedule, yet here Harry was, ruining it just for you.

The baby barely stirred as she was picked up and held to Harry’s chest. At only a few months old, she slept lightly but today she decided to be a little stubborn.

“Darlin’,” Harry whispered as his hand went up to support her neck. “C’mon, love. Today’s mumma’s day, remember?”

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In our hearts.

Lol I’m addicted to dad Harry…

Anyway, enjoy!!! :)

“Daddy, why don’t I have a mommy? Where is she?” The melody merging into the hot air of the garden, created by the brush of Harry’s fingertips against the chords of his old guitar, halted when he heard those words. He knew at some point that question was going to pop in in any of their conversations, but he had never expected it to come up in such a sudden way.

He didn’t realise how long he had been making her wait until she left her toys on the floor and walked to curl up in his lap, calling his attention “Where is she, Daddy?” He looked down to her, meeting her innocent and vivid gaze, and detecting her inherited features from you in them “What made you ask that baby girl?” She shrugged before answering “Lately I’ve noticed all my friends have a mommy and a daddy… well, not all of them, Emma has two daddies and Kevin to mommies; but I only have you. Why don’t I have a mommy?”

 He ignored the speech he had prepared for that question and, looking at the horizon where the sun made its final appearance of the day, he answered in the most honest of the ways “Princess, sometimes the brightening of a miracle means the fade of another one” He could feel a lump settling at the back of his throat, as he repeated the sentence he once told himself the saddest as well as happiest day of his life three years ago.

 All the landscape at his sight disappeared and was replaced by the image of a dim waiting room where his figure walked nervously from side to side, waiting impatiently for good news. The next thing he visualised was the sorry countenance of the doctor leading him to the delivery room, finding his baby daughter being held by the wrong person. She was supposed to be in your arms, not the ones of the nurse. He was supposed to see the beautiful image of the two loves of his life, one smiling wide as she tried to calm the other little one, not what he saw.

The feeling of the lump grew inevitably wider and he realised he had to stop recalling that day if he didn’t want his daughter to see him crying. “What does that mean Daddy?” She sat up and stroked his cheek with her small hand “That means she’s somewhere out there looking after us.” He got lost in the darkness of the sky. “You see that shiny star? The one that stands out between the rest?” He pointed at it while leaning to be at her level. He saw as her chocolate eyes located its spot and a grin made its home at her face “Yeah, it’s very beautiful. I like it very much” “That’s where Mommy is. Sure she’s right now looking at you and the precious angel you’re growing into.” Her mouth made an “o” shape, she couldn’t get her eyes out of the shiny spot. “Will Mommy ever come to visit us?” “No my love, but she’ll always be with us, even if we don’t see her.” He wanted to check if she had understood what that meant, that’s why he asked “Do you know where she’ll be?”

“Yeah, Mommy will always be in our hearts.”

{One-Line Prompt}

Well before I finish other work I’ve got going on, I’m in the mood for little one-liner prompts to help me pass the time! So feel free to request any fandom, character you wish, along with the number(s) you want me to write and I’ll get to it!

1) “Stop it! You know that I care about you!”

2) “I hate you!” “You love me!”

3) “Don’t you see? I’m in love with you”

4) “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

5) “That’s a lie.”

6) “Wait…are you saying what I think you’re saying?!”

7) “We’re two different people…yet we’re the same.”

8) “I just want you to love me like I love you!”

9) “T-That’s…not possible.”

10) “It’s all my fault.”

11) “I can’t give you what he/she can. But I can give you my all”

12) “Just leave me alone!”

13) “What part of ‘Get lost’ don’t you understand?”

14) “So…wanna make out?”

15) “You’re a virgin?”

16) “I would kiss you, but you’re a total dick.”

17) “Why are you so obsessed with me?!”

18) “You gotta let me go…”

19) “I can’t live without you…why can’t you see that?”

20) “Don’t you see? I can’t.”

21) “Wait what?”


23) “What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing?”

24) “THEY ARE 99¢ at CVS!”

25) “Stop breathing.”

26) “Well…that just happened.”

27) “Uh…we CANNOT tell mom.”

28) “At the WHAT and WHERE was I?”

29) “I loved once. Then I realized: Bleh.”

30) “Whatever, I’m just too awesome to handle.”

31) “You’re an idiot.”

32) “I’m YOUR idiot.”

33) “How can I repay you?”

34) “My precious, innocent mind!”

35) “You…you what?”

36) “I hate you with a passion.”

37) “Are you an angel? Good, because your horns are showing”

38) “Why are you so determined to make my life miserable?”

39) “Is it too late to say I like you?”

40) “Look at his stupid face…I just wanna kiss all over it. Why do I wanna do that?!”



Second of all: He looks really sad. It makes my heart hurt. He’s on the phone with Louis I bet and Louis is just crying because of all the bullshît. Harry is making the face he always makes when he’s trying not to cry. He just looks so frustrated and upset. 

I’m not saying he was talking to Louis, but I’m saying he was definitely talking to Louis.

Hotel California (2/2)

Originally posted by tuanbun

Title : Hotel California

Pairing : Mark x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Summary : Mark is a night-shifts receptionist in his own hotel and it sucks, until one of his client turns up to be a pretty, annoying girl.

There will be an Epilogue :D Thank you for the messages and notes everyone ! 



“So you’re here to sell a software? How is it going?” Mark was munching on his slice of pizza, legs crossed on one of the small chair in the office.

The girl wiped her mouth, trying to swallow the huge piece she was gulping down with hunger “Yes. If I succeed, it will be my biggest collaboration. It didn’t go as planned though.” She put the slice down, tapping on her chest to help the food go down.

Mark opened a water bottle and handed it to her, nodding “How come?”

“I had a horrible hangover, and I might have, you know, crashed one of their computer. A super expensive one.” She made a face and he chuckled.

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My predictions/wishes for The Future, and beyond.

The next episode is nearly upon us, and because like many of us who appreciate and care about Castiel, are casually wandering what is next for him. I want to write about what I want to happen on thursday. This is a complete gut feeling, mixed with some “research” that I need to do to make some sense so this doesn’t looks like one of my usual ramblings. This is serious, I want this to happen, even if it hurts a little.

First, some context. I just noticed that the first time we meet Cas on “Lazarus Rising” SPN 04x01 , (I personally named it “The First Blind Date”) while been interrogated by Dean, Cas starts to rummaging on a book that I assume Boby brought to the barn for the sigils that they used all over the place. This becomes a kind of trade of Cas when he meets with the boys, or while is questioned about something that he can be completely honest to discuss, he start to check papers of a current case or opens a book like trying to read it, I interpreted this as a kind of gimmick to avoid confrontation.

I know I saw this several times in other scenes, but other concrete episode was the “The Third Man” SPN 06x03 when he is being questioned about Sam’s return from hell and the civil war in heaven. So, my point is, we have come to know the traits of how Lucifer interacts with almost every other character that Mark Pellegrino uses constantly and Misha Collins portrayed very well in every detail.

As research, I review the interaction of Chuck and supposedly Lucifer inside Cas on the bunker in “We happy Few” SPN 11x22. He is holding a book while Chuck tries to start a sort of conversation with him, asking the mandatory questions about how he was and how he had changed. I believe that in this particular scene, Lucifer let Cas talk directly to Chuck, because both felt the same about how he left them. I can’t avoid to think about how in “Dark side of the moon” SPN 05X16, Cas was broken and disappointed with Chuck and the way he talked to him. You can say, maybe later when he brought him back to life he understood that he was making a kind of amendment, and forgave his words. And also later is the I ignore Chuck issue, when Lucifer is expelled by Amara from Castiel’s vessel, and when Chuck is dying Cas makes no effort on taking care of him or offered any company or assistance.

But this brought me to the prediction/wish that I been cooking lately about the next episode and the rest of the season. I believe that Joshua by Chuck’s orders made him or will upgrade Castiel to an Archangel. I think Chuck saw Castiel in that interaction, and how he stood in front of him without fear and told him in his face “screw you” from Lucifer and the second “screw all of you” from Castiel. Chuck knows that Cas has evolved beyond an Seraphim by his own means and will to serve humanity, his most precious creation, that he also learned to love trough Dean Winchester. I think he choose this time as perfect opportunity to give him the chance to stand alone in front of Lucifer and the Nephilim. And also, as you know in Jewish lore Cassiel the angel in which Cas is based was an Archangel.


Now, As I can´t avoid to look through the spoilers, I think this will happen along the next episodes, and “The future” will be the point where Cas decides to accept the actual change from Seraph to Archangel, in order to protect The Winchesters, to find Kelly and the Nephilim, that I’m not sure if he will end up protecting or have the guts to kill because of this change.

Here comes the “but”. At first you can say its great news for we the fans of Cas and how much we miss to see him with his wings and with full celestial powers. But, I have to remind you how he reacts when he is given power, exactly like Lucifer. Anyone remembers Godstiel? And also the probability that in the process of this significant change that it has to be made to evolve Castiel into an Archangel, explained by Chuck himself: “stuff of primordial creation” they probably had to reset him to factory settings.

Yes, probably forgetting everything he lived in this past 8 years with Dean and Sam Winchester. Maybe he will remember all but with a “different point of view”, as an Archangel, specifically about “humanity. I hope I’m wrong about this gloomy possibility, and right about the perspective of this mayor evolution for Castiel because of the need for a matching power against Lucifer. I will love to see him full of grace with all his powers and celestial capabilities like in season 4, and also as a shiper I want to believe that Cas will choose this, and the first thing that he will have in mind when he accept this, will be the possibility of becoming a stronger and better ally in the protection of “humanity” (cleans a little tear of feels about this).

To finish this delirant and desperate “prediction”. I want to believe, (oh X files, you taught me well about paranoia and speculation) that Cas will protect Kelly and Lucifer´s spawn because of “Lilly sunder has some Regrets” SPN 12x10. For the way Cas said: “Ignorance is no excuse” and how bad he felt in being part of the killing of a supposed Nephilim at that time. For this he needs redemption. Thru all the episodes centered on Cas of this season the same doubts and questions are presented about how he looks at himself. Is he an angel of the lord? Part of the Winchester family? A useful tool for his brothers when they need someone who do the job?

 How about Castiel the Archangel decides to ignore, first heaven that sees him as a incarnated blasphemy for his love to “humanity”. Second, he could take some time apart and away from his love for the Winchesters, whom I believe are taking him for granted. And finally he can ignore the ancient beliefs of what exactly an abomination like Lucifer’s child could bring to the world. As it supposedly never happened, how they can be sure that such creature will surely became something evil/negative? Let Castiel the Archangel to decide.

Bound To The Past

A/n: This is a series I’ll be doing and I’m hoping to make it only 5-6 parts because I really want to work on A World For Us

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x reader

Summary: Not every guardian angel is assigned to watch over a newborn

Genre: Guardian Angel AU/Angst

Warnings: This fic mentions death, suicide, abuse and mental illnesses

Word Count: 1121

“Y/n, it isn’t your fault.”

Jungkook tried to reconcile while you had your back face him. Your wings began to droop as you felt remorse take over you. A heavy sigh left your lips as you turned around to face him with an expression of despair. All Jungkook could do was just watch you in your act of grief. He pressed his lips together making a thin line as he couldn’t come up with any words to comfort you.

“Jungkook, it is my fault. If I had watched him closely, he wouldn’t have died!” You flailed your arms around showing how distraught you were. “He was my responsibility and now he’s gone! What kind of guardian angel am I? I can’t even do my own job right.” You cried out in misery as you seated yourself onto the ground of the Earth, gripping onto the dirt while you flung it towards the river due to your frustration.

Jungkook sat beside you as he swung his arm around you pulling you closer as your head now laid onto his shoulder. “Jimin’s in a better place now. Everything will be fine—”

You pushed away from him as you stood back up while he stayed seated on the floor. “How can everything be fine?!” You exclaimed with a hint of anger in your tone. “After death, he’ll become an angel! And when we go back up to Heaven, I’ll just be reminded of my failure.”

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scerdy cat ft. johnny (nct)

pocv (small lil fluff. word count 715)

you and your boyfriend, johnny were chilling on the sofa with popcorn, snacks, and a large cup of soda. it was one of the few nights that he had off so you two decided to settle on a movie night. that way, you could cuddle and just relax together.

you were watching a scary movie. not your choice, but his. you could handle most scary movies except for those in the paranormal genre.

a jumpscare was to happen at any second now, so you had your eyes squinted and blanket up to the bridge of your nose.

yeah, it was only thirty minutes into the movie but that was enough. three people were dead and they died a horrible death. that fast.

you looked over at johnny to see that he wasn’t fazed by anything that was going on in the movie. everytime something crazy popped off, he would either laugh at your reaction, stare at the tv with a blank face, or both. 

“ahh don’t go upstairs..” johnny mumbled and shook his head at the actress on the tv screen.

“hell! no!” you screamed and dramatically hopped out of the chair when the ‘monster’ popped up on the tv screen and took the poor girls head off in one swift.

“that’s some good ass makeup and effects.” johnny paused and laughed when he noticed how shook you were. “babe sit back down and stop being a little punk. it’s literally like the beginning of the movie.” he grabbed your arm and practically threw you onto his lap.

he grabbed your blanket and threw it over your legs. then, he planted a kiss on your cheek. “we’ll stay like this since you’re so scared. daddy will protect you.”

a few minutes later, the level of fear that the movie caused you to develop grew bigger. it was full of suspension and was unpredictable. you’d think that someone is about to die but, you’d always be wrong. things happened when you least expected it. maybe that’s what had your bones jittering.

“johnny im scared. i can’t do this.” you pouted.

“fine, we’ll turn it on and watch disney or something since you wanna be a baby.” he playfully smacked his lips and turned the tv.

“but i’m your baby. and you like it.” you literally smiled in his face. you were trying to apologize by acting cute.

“yeah, y/n you’re my baby.” his cheeks got red and he smiled, showing his dimples.

he looked like an angel when he smiled. it was the thing you adored most about him, well next to his hair or just him. okay, you adored the fuck out of him. he was your most precious possession.

a few other things that you adored about him was his soft skin, his hugs, his smile, his passion for things, his high knowledge of almost everything, and his unconditional love for you.

he was a tall beautiful ass intelligent loving angel. and he was all yours.

“yoo that’s so raven!” you mouth literally dropped when you saw one of your favorite tv shows on the guide.

“that’s what?” johnny scrunched up his face and looked at you.

you darted your eyes over at him, the title was obviously there. he was just trying to be funny or something.

“baby can we watch that?” you asked politely.

“hmm..” he eyed you. “kiss me first.” he closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

you quickly put your two fingers on his lips and made some random kissing sound with your mouth.

“you think i’m stupid? kiss your boyfriend y/n.” he laughed.

“can you help me with my twist out in the morning?” you asked as you pointed at your bonnet.

“fine. but if i pull out your hair, don’t get mad.” he sighed and turned to your show.

“oh whatever, you won’t…” you kissed him, and before pulling back you bit his lip receiving a groan from him.

“so after this little show, how about we go to bed and-”

“yes.” you cut him off.

he nodded and grinned. “you know, at first i thought it said ramen. who’s raven? what’s this show even about? why is everyone dressed like that? so swag and baggy and-”

“dammit johnny.” you face palmed yourself.

you had some explaining to do.


Idols: Monsta X

Type: Fantasy, fiction, romance, drama, idk what else lol. 

Warnings: Mentioning of death or violence in future chapters

Word count: 2448

Prologue | Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2Chapter 3 |

Originally posted by wonhobe


You both stopped walking. Your legs were aching and your breath was heavy, it was such a long ride. You were almost there though, but it seemed that you’d been walking for ages, especially because you hadn’t talked much for some reason. He’d tried to talk to you, to cheer you up like he always did with everyone, but it hadn’t worked, not this time, not with you. It was driving him crazy, he felt so useless.

The two of you turned around at the same time to look at the tracks of your feet that were slowly fading away already. It was an endless white valley that became one with the sky in the horizon.

Snowflakes fell softly but nonstop all over the place adorning your hair in their way to the ground. You hadn’t even noticed nor either care, but he had.  

He’d never seen anything quite like this in his whole life. The scene was completely delightful, you looked so stunning with the wind gently blowing your hair and your cheeks pink because of how cold it was. You were shivering and trying to hide it unsuccessfully, you just wanted to get home (if you could call it that).

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Imagine Thanksgiving with Chris.

A/N: Hey lovelies, I’m back from my hiatus. It was Thanksgiving recently so in the spirit of that, here’s a imagine about the holidays. I know I’m a bit late with this but oh well, enjoy! The word count is a little longer than usual, oops.

Chris pulled his car to a stop in front of your family home. In the front yard, your niece and nephews ran around and jumped into piles of red, orange and yellow leaves in their fall coats. Chris smiled as he watched the children, imagining a future where your kids were in the mix. His smile grew wider when he remembered that that future wasn’t too far away because after two years of being married, the two of you’d finally decided to start trying for a child. There weren’t any results yet but- it’d only been a couple of weeks.

“Are you sure your mom is okay with you spending Thanksgiving with my family this year?” You asked Chris and he turned to you. “I mean I know she said she was okay with it but- was she really okay with it, or was she just saying she was okay with it?”

“I love how you ask me this every time we spend a holiday with your family.” He chuckled with a shake of his head and you smiled. “She is fine with it, sweetheart. She understands that she can’t always have us, we’re married- we have to split our time between our two families.”

“Yeah but-” You began to protest like you did every time you came home for the holidays.

“Y/N,” he cut you off. “We’re having Thanksgiving here and we’re having Christmas there, we’re not skipping out on anyone. We did the opposite last year and everyone was happy with it. So do me a favor and stop worrying?” He grabbed your face in between his thumb and index, squeezing your cheeks. “We’re good,” he said then pecked your lips.

“Okay,” you chuckled softly.

“Now come on.” He released your face from his grip, smiling. “Your mom’s pumpkin pie is waiting for me in the kitchen.” He winked with a click of his tongue and hopped out of the car, leaving you laughing as you followed suit.

“Do you need some help?” You asked Chris as he walked around to the trunk to grab your bags for the weekend. “Oh, right.” You began to tease him when he shook his head at you. “I forgot I was talking to Captain America. The Super Soldier doesn’t need any help, he can lift a motorcycle while showgirls sit on it.”

“That’s cute,” he chuckled and proceeded to pull out your matching leather duffles.

“Aunt Y/N!” You heard Rosie; your second brother’s youngest daughter call out for you as she came barreling towards the car. You smiled and rushed in front of her, scooping her up off the ground as she jumped into your arms. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” You cooed, hugging her tightly. “Or should I say young lady,” you teased her and she giggled as she leaned back. “You’re so big now, and so pretty just like your mommy.” She gave you a toothy grin and you chuckled. “How are you?” You bounced the five year old gently.

“Better now that you’re here-” Rosie stopped herself when she saw Chris, her eyes lit up just like they always did when they saw her superhero uncle. “Captain America!” She reached out for him and you took it as a sign to put her down. “You’re here!” She squealed and hugged his leg.

“Of course I’m here, sweetheart.” He lowered the bags onto the sidewalk then picked her up, hugging her tightly. “How could I not be here when your aunt’s here. I go wherever she goes, remember?” Rosie giggled as he winked at you. “How are you, love bug?”

“So good!” She chirped. “Spencer, Alex, Charlie and I have been playing tag and jumping in piles of leaves that Papa raked up for us. I was just about to jump into that one,” she pointed it out to the two of you, “when I saw your car. Will you come play with us?”

“Why don’t you go play with the boys so Aunt Y/N and I can go say hi to the adults?” Chris suggested and lowered her onto the ground. “I’ll come out and play soon, okay?” He assured her and she nodded, running back to join her older brother and cousins.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you told Chris as he picked up the bags off the ground. He chuckled as you looped your arm with his; the two of you walked towards the opened front door. “You do this every year, you tell her you’re coming out to play and then you get caught up with my dad and my brothers with the beer and the game, and I’m stuck running around with them.”

“Yeah, but you love it though,” he nudged you playfully.

“No,” you chuckled. “I love them, I don’t love running around.”

“That’ll change when we have our own ball of energy begging you to play with him or her.” He whispered into your ear; the smile you couldn’t see, you could hear, and it made you smile too. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that this year. I’ll come out and play with them, I need practice considering we’re planning to be parents soon.”

“Like you need practice in that division,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “If anything, I’m the one who needs practice. You ooze paternal instinct,” you said and he chuckled. “Me, on the other hand? God help us.”

“Oh stop,” he planted a quick kiss on the side of your head. “You’re going to be a great mom, trust me. Whatever you can’t do, I’ll do. That’s why there’s two of us, Y/N.” You felt yourself smile. “We are going to nail it, I promise.”

“Speaking of nailing it,” you stopped walking and made him stop too. You turned to him and waited for him to turn to you before you spoke. “Can we not say anything about us trying for a baby until we have a baby to talk about? I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up and I don’t want to jinx anything. I know you’re excited but we’ve only just started trying and I just- I don’t want people to know yet.”

“Okay,” he nodded and kissed your forehead.

The two of you entered the house and the smell of home cooked food washed over you; roasted turkey; baked potatoes and yams; pumpkin, apple and pecan pie. Everything traditional at one of your annual family Thanksgiving dinners. It was very, very good to be home.

“Kiddy,” you heard your eldest brother, Scott’s voice. You saw him walk towards you with his arms wide open and you pulled away from Chris to bury yourself in one of his bear hugs. “It is so good to see you.”

“You too,” you smiled.

“Chris,” he pulled away from you to hug Chris. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Yeah, you too.” Chris smiled when he pulled away. “I’m just going to go put our bags upstairs-”

“Let me,” Scott took the bags from him. “Everyone’s in the kitchen, and there’s someone particularly excited to meet the two of you.” His smile grew when he said that, much to yours and Chris’ confusion. “Now go, I’ll sort this out.” He beckoned his head towards the kitchen before taking the stairs upstairs.

“What is he talking about?” Chris asked with a raised brow.

“I have no idea,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “Let’s just go.” You took his hand and the two of you made your way for the kitchen where everyone was crowded around the kitchen counter. “What’s so interesting?” You quizzed with a light chuckle and gasped when the crowd parted to reveal your no longer pregnant sister-in-law carrying a baby. “Oh my God, Lexi!” You dropped Chris’ hand and rushed to her side. “When did you…” You trailed off, mesmerized by your adorable new niece.

“A while ago, clearly.” She chuckled softly because it was obvious the baby wasn’t a newborn. “We wanted to tell you as soon as I went into labour but- with your job and Chris’ filming schedules, we didn’t want to cause any problems. We’re all the way over here and the two of you are all around the world, it was just easier to wait till Thanksgiving. Plus- it was worth seeing the look on your faces.”

“Please,” Chris chuckled, joining your side. “We would’ve dropped everything and flown from anywhere to come see this precious angel.” He poked his index finger into the baby’s hand and smiled when she gripped it. “But you’re right, the surprise was- well worth the wait.”

“She’s beautiful,” you gave your sister-in-law a quick kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, Lexi. You and Scott, you finally got the baby girl you’ve always wanted.” You smiled at her and she smiled back with a satisfied look that every mom had.

“This is Phoebe,” Lexi introduced your niece to the two of you. “Phoebe,” she spoke gently to her daughter. “This is your aunt, Y/N, and your uncle, Chris. They’re two of the best people you will ever know and they are going to love you as much as they already love your brothers.”

“May I?” Chris asked and Lexi nodded, passing him Phoebe. She had the prettiest green eyes, like your brother. “You are such a doll,” he cooed and bounced her gently, walking her away from the crowd. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing in the world? Yes you are.”

Everyone went about their business while you stood and watched Chris interact with your baby niece. It was because of his interactions with your nieces and nephews, and his niece and nephews that made you change your mind about having kids. You had never thought about having children, but that was until you met him. With him- children had to be a part of your future because you knew he was going to be the best father in the world and you couldn’t deprive him or your future children from that.

“He’s going to make a great dad one day.” Your mom wrapped an arm around you, drawing you out of your love sick daze. “Hopefully, one day soon?” Your mom raised an eyebrow at you and you chuckled softly. “I know you’re not a kid person but- surely that’s changed now that you’re with Chris. C'mon Y/N, you’re the only child who hasn’t yet given me a grandchild.”

“I know, Mom.”

“So when?” She pressed.

Chris looked over at you and smiled, beckoning his head excitedly at the little baby in his arms. He didn’t have to say anything but you knew he was saying, “I can’t wait till we have our own little one.” You smiled and you nodded at him, which earned you a wider smile from him. You let out a sigh when you realized you were about to break your promise.

“When the universe decides to bless my womb with a baby.” You told her and she smiled; she was so used to your way of talking that she knew what that meant without you explaining it. “You’ll get your grandchild soon, I promise.”

“I guess I’ve got another thing be thankful for today,” she began as Chris joined the two of you. She turned to Chris and her smile grew wider. “I’m thankful you married Chris, because without you-” she glanced at you and chuckled. “This stubborn child wouldn’t have wanted a stubborn child of her own.” Chris’ face lit up when he realized you had broken the promise of keeping things hush. “You really are a miracle worker.” She patted his arm then returned to the stove to cook.

“Don’t let that get to your head,” you playfully warned Chris as you took your turn in carrying Phoebe. “You’re not the reason I’ve decided to have children.” You said and he nodded, chuckling because you’d already told him numerous times that it was in fact because of him. “It’s because of babies like you, Phoebe. Your cuteness won me over,” you cooed at her.

“I don’t really care what your reasons are,” Chris whispered into your hair as he wrapped an arm around you. “Because as long as you’re happy to have a child with me, I’m happy. In fact, getting you to marry me- is a miracle in itself.”

“Aren’t you a sweet talker,” you bit back your smile.

“And how did you think I won you over?” He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours.

Trickster Matchmaking

Request: Hi ! Can you write a oneshot where Gabriel tries to set up Castiel and the reader together ? Because he know Castiel has a crush on her and it’s reciprocal ? Thank you very much ! :-D

A/N: A lightbulb went off in my head with this fic, and it took me down a path I think still holds up to the request. I kind of made a game show out of the idea, and loved taunting the characters.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2186

Originally posted by weeklyspn

One morning, you awoke in your cocoon of blankets as any other typical day. You could only assume it was morning as no sun ever shined through your shutters since the bunker had none. Your room, as every other in the bunker, contained a constant darkness unique to your windowless home. You swore cabin fever was inevitable without a clock, you thought, as you twisted the light on your lamp with a sleepy yawn.

You got dressed, had breakfast and began searching for a new case in the bunker’s library. All was as expected. The Winchesters long gone, hunting a small pack of Nachzehrers across the country. Not a known soul was in the bunker other than you.

You sipped your second cup of coffee as you scrolled through online newspapers, looking for anything that sounded unusual. You sighed as you hit dead ends, seeing nothing about a small fire at a boathouse in Maine.

The sound of soft, fluttering wings dragged your attention from your task. What use to be a comforting sound, left you now panicked as Castiel no longer flew. Meaning, a possible threat entered the bunker’s library. Silently cursing, you wondered why no one thought to stash an angel blade in the room, like the gun strapped underneath your table. Knowing it wouldn’t aid much against an angel attack, you felt better gripping the weapon, covered in stick-residue from the duct-tape that had kept it in place. If all else failed, it would serve as a distraction as you devised a better plan.

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huck finns, rated

E.W. Kemble illustration: the original huck. detailed artwork and really the classic image of huck finn. however if you look too closely at his face he sort of looks like he came straight from the mouth of hell… literally even mark twain complained to his publisher that it was “an ugly, ill-drawn face” and said that “Huck Finn is an exceedingly good-hearted boy [who] should carry a good and good-looking face.” yeah. he said that. 6/10

Elijah Wood: mmmMHHMMMM DID SOMEONE SAY GOOD AND GOOD-LOOKING FACE???? oh my GOSH what a PRECIOUS ANGEL, my heart is melting, look at the way his perfect baby skin glows in the light, his big blue eyes, his soft feathery chestnut hair, I LOVE?? HIM??? i’m so down for tiny frodo huck finn; he is vaguely reminiscent of a baby deer and so so pure and blessed (but maybe a little too pure and blessed, he looks…rly clean for a homeless kid) 8/10

Brad Renfro: 90′s huck. so unforgiveably 90′s. look at his face. you can almost hear him saying “chaa dude.” he looks like he belongs in bill and ted’s excellent adventure, not in nineteenth-century missouri… but one time someone called him “blueberry” by accident and i guess that was funny. he is one of the dreaded “hot, rebellious, brooding teenage hucks.” however, he is not the worst. that is still yet to come. 4/10

Tom Sawyer no Bouken Huck: awww! what a cute!!! he’s kinda slow and awkward but in a good way and it’s real precious. because he’s an anime he does weird stuff when he’s excited. like. bite things that aren’t food. i won’t try to explain just watch the show sometime. ALSO, one time he almost took a pee in front of the girl he liked, but depending on which dub you watch you might be saved the embarrassment 7/10

Huckleberry no Bouken Huck: the distant cousin of tsnb huck. and leT ME TELL YOU, he is GOOD, he is SWEET, he is PURE, nggggggnhhh and i think i know why. tom sawyer literally does not exist in this specific adaptation and therefore has not been able to wield his corrupting influence. just kidding. no. but. this huck has an animal sidekick so he’s basically a disney princess. his character is fleshed out SO WELL, his relationship with jim, and also his backstory with his father?? only problem is a low animation budget, so sometimes he looks derpy, but overall he is a Good Huck™ 9/10

Jake T. Austin (in case you couldn’t read the giant frickin credit oh my gosh tone down the ego): yeah remember when i said the worst was to come?? this. is it. hOOOOOO BOY when you look at this angsty teen the emo levels are OFF THE CHARTS. look at his bad boy rebel pose. look at his busted up hat that vaguely makes him look like a pirate. for heaven’s sakes even his pipe is extremely frickin extra, what even is that thing? says poetic crap like “the river is my mother” and is probably perpetually stoned. is this the kid who traded an insect for tom sawyer’s baby tooth?? that’s not huck, that’s just the overdramatic moody loner kid at your high school 2/10

Jeff East: look how cute and precious this boy is!! unlike several of the other hucks, he looks adequately dirty. he also has this really awesome cabin all to himself by the side of the river where he lets muff potter and tom sawyer come over to sing songs. he looks the right age, unlike the teenage emo hucks. yet, he isn’t TOO pure like elijah wood is, and he strikes a good balance between being too much of a good boy or too much of a bad boy. however, he crosses the line of puberty in the sequel and becomes a little awkward and can’t sing very well…but…never mind that, he is a very good huck 8.5/10

Leon Seidel: cute!! precious!! a little ball of sunshine!! he’s just…aaaaa i wanna hug him!! he looks the right age and is also dirty-looking enough to be believable. watches cows roam over the fields and just wants to live a simple life. he will make you sad sometimes, but not in an emo way, so it’s okay. i’m loving the blue color scheme, it really ties him in to his connections with the river also 8.5/10

furry huck: BLOCKED, DELETED, AND REPORTED. holy CRAP what a cursed sight to my poor virgin eyes. NOT?? HUCK??? AT ALL???? this is a TALKING FOX, a talking FOX, voiced by a 30-year-old country singer. it’s just…all so wrong. he ends up with amy lawrence at the end of the movie what the frick??? worst thing i’ve ever seen. let’s just forget all about this monstrosity and pretend it never existed. -99999999/10