shot through the car's side window


request for: @bitch-jerk-funkytown

pairing: GadreelxReader

word count: 591


You were driving down the highway, listening to your favorite band. The windows were rolled down and the wind was blowing through your hair, allowing you to feel completely free.

All at once you felt a truck plow into the side of your car, sending you spiraling into chaos. You flew through the front window, landing on the hard cement all bloody and bruised.

Pain shot through your body as you tried to crawl to the side of the road and eventually, you had decided to give up. You laid on the ground feeling hopelessness. Everything was over.

A man rushed to your side, propping your head up on his lap and placing his hands over your wounds.

“Stay with me,” He muttered. You began to feel better and better as he placed his hands over more and more of your wounds.

“How are you doing that?” You whispered quietly.

“Shhh.” He responded and continued placing his hands over your wounds until there were no more. You sat up, holding your head. “Whoops, I missed one.”

The man placed his hand on your head and out of the corner of your eye, you saw a white light being transferred from his hand and into your head.

You broke the connection and crawled backwards. “What was that?”

“Y/N.” The man walked closer to you as you continued to back up. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Gadreel. God assigned me to be your guardian angel.”

You scoffed in reply and stood up. “I don’t need a guardian angel. I can take care of myself.”

You stood up and began walking down the highway, looking for someone to give you a ride. Although you knew that the chances of someone driving by at three am were very slim.

“Y/N,” Gadreel spoke softly, “I can teleport you back home.”

“Look, Gabriel-”

“It’s Gadreel.” He cut you off.

“Same thing. I don’t need you to save me. I’ve made it this far on my own.” You dismissed him with the wave of your hand.

You heard Gadreel sigh and follow you back home down the highway.


It had been three months since you had met your guardian angel, Gadreel. You found it a little strange that he didn’t eat or sleep at first, but you quickly let any and all harsh feelings slip away when he began to tell you stories of creation.

It fascinated you to hear about the first ocean created or how to stars were put in the sky one, dark night. How they are there to remind us to have hope. That’s what Gadreel had given you. Hope.

“Gadreeeeeel,” You whined as you jumped on your bed and crawled underneath the covers. “Come tell me a story.”

“What are you five?” He laughed lightly and crawled underneath the covers with you.

“At least five and a half.” You insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.” You muttered. “Why?”

“I want to show you something.” He whispered quietly in your ear. “Hold on.”

Gadreel zapped the two of you into an open field where the stars in the sky could be seen clearly. They shone so bright and valiant that you wondered if you were still on earth.

“Where are we?” You asked him.

“On our first date,” He said sheepishly. “That is if you want it to be.”

You placed a small kiss on his lips and curled farther into his side, watching the night sky.

Yet another unarmed teen was killed by police

On July 26th, 19-year-old Zachary Hammond waited in his car in a Seneca, South Carolina, Hardee’s parking lot with friend Tori Dianna Morton, 23. Morton allegedly had a transaction regarding the sale of marijuana scheduled. The sale was actually a police sting. Just moments later, Hammond was fatally shot. 

Seneca Police Chief John Covington told reporters that the officer who shot Hammond acted in self-defense as the teen allegedly “drove his vehicle directly at” a uniformed officer accompanying the undercover officer making the sale. However, according to the Greenville News, the shots came through the open driver-side window.

Hammond’s parents and their attorney have been left wondering why there hasn’t been national outrage. Obviously Hammond is white, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.

marry me - luke fluff

word count: 907

summary: luke gets home from tour and takes you for a drive before popping the question.

a/n: i’m suffering from the world’s worst writer’s block and this is just a drabble but i hope you guys find it cute. i promise i’ll post a real one shot soon. :-)

The sun was high in the sky overhead. It warmed your skin, contrasting the cooling surrounding breeze. The wind was whipping past quickly, unwavering as the car sped around the highway beside the coast. The humid air slipped through your fingertips as your hand dangled from the window freely. You could feel the warmth - the happiness - and how it engulfed you, blanketed the proximity between you and Luke.

He was the one behind the wheel. You couldn’t help yourself when your eyes flickered over to him occasionally, studying his side profile and the way he would smirk once he sensed your curious stare. Black sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, hair jutting out in all different directions as the wind caught it. You noticed the static smile that tugged at his pale lips. It hadn’t left since the two of you climbed in his convertible and decided to take a drive out of the city toward the ocean.

You could feel his hand and the way it was casually rested on your thigh. It was hard not to think about that - about the way his thumb would smooth circles over your bare skin, his touch virtually igniting your stomach with a fire of butterflies. Everything Luke did made you feel something, whether it was the brief glances he would cast your way at a red light or the lingering kisses he’d press to your knuckles just to let you know he wanted you close. Each action he made left you dizzy in the head and whole in the heart.

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More Than One

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Clio’s Scroll

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This is an Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet.

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Last night my mom picked up late from the train station, after coming home late from improv. She stopped the car to let me get out from the driveway. I went inside, started heating up some sensible leftover Thai takeout, it’s probably around 1:30am. My mom doesn’t come in, I don’t even hear the garage, so I go outside.

Cut to a high school looking boy, bent though my car’s passenger side window with my mom in the driver’s seat. He’s got his phone connected to my mom’s car charger, and seems to be leaving a message. I can’t hear a thing through the window being closed, I just see my mom unplug her charger, give it to him and I’m assuming ask for it back, after I hear him tripping over himself that he will. He walks away and we lock eyes-I shot him a hard look like “Hey, are you screwing with my mother?” And he says, “I am so sorry about all this!” and runs towards his car.

Turns out the kid was driving around, trying to find a girl who was at the Homecoming dance that night, drunk, to give her a ride home, and his phone had died. The kid came back that same night and dropped the charger off, and my mom saw the girl, Homecoming dress and all, slumped over in the passenger seat.

Somehow, a guy who would borrow a car charger and bring it back the same night says to me that the girl got home safe. Thank god for young boys who are respectful and caring for their friends, especially women who could be taken advantage of in a state like that.