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June 2014

Question Post

rule #1 always post the rules.
rule#2 answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones.
rule #3 tag 11 people then link them in the post.
rule #4 tell them you tagged them
rule #5 tell the person that tagged you that you’ve answered the questions….
(if you don’t feel comfortable answering that’s totally fine don’t feel pressured.)
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Okay, so I was tagged in this by cryingandlaughing

1. Favorite band? And or favorite singer?

I am ADDICTED to Arctic Monkeys at the moment. And I love Taylor Swift too.

2. write or addicted to reading fan fiction?

Well, this is a fanfiction blog so clearly I write it, but I love reading it too.

3. One thing you could go back and change?(besides birth)

When I was 10, I found out that I’d gone blind in my right eye, and that would probably be the thing about my life that I would change. But then again, life is a domino effect. And a lot of things that happened to me happened because of that. So I probably wouldn’t change it, just because I wouldn’t be the same person I am now if I hadn’t gone through that.

4. current TV series you’re watching ??

As in something I’m in the middle of? Well, I’m towards the end of On e Upon A Time at the moment, and I recently started Teen Wolf. And I’m sort of watching Vampire Diaries, but I haven’t watched it in ages. And then there’s heaps of other shows which I’m up to date with.

5.psp xBox wii PC or none??

I’d probably say Wii, but I don’t really use much of that stuff anyway.

6.pancakes or waffles?

Pancakes.

7. iPhone or droid?

I don’t know. I have an android phone, but I also love my iPod Touch and iPad. But my android has a better battery life than my Mum’s iPhone, so I’m probably gonna go with that. As long as I can still have my other Apple devices.

8.favorite book

The Harry Potter series. And Deathly Hallows is my favourite out of those. But as a stand alone? I love the Perks of Being A Wallflower. And a thousand other things. I just love books.

9.any pets? Brothers or sisters?

We used to have a dog and a bird, but they both died. And I have 2 ferrets at the moment. I also have a brother.

10.do u cut the tags off your clothes? 
(The ones on the inside sewn in)

Not the tags, but I cut the little ribbon things that you’re supposed to hang them up with. You know the ones I mean?

11. Do use your phone while using toilet? XD

No.

And seeing as I don’t know who to tag, I’m going to break the rules (rebel. I know) and leave these questions for any of you to answer if you want.

1. Have you ever written yourself into the plot of a book/series? If so, who?

2. Have you ever been in a play?

3. A character you relate to? It can be from anything.

4. If you’re a Potterhead, have you ever made an Unbreakable Vow with someone instead of just promising?

5. How sacred do you consider a pinky promise to be?

6. Do you regret signing up for Tumblr?

7. Facebook - yay or nay?

8. Would you rather spend the day with Umbridge or Metatron?

9. What’s the weather like today?

10. 1 + 1 = ?

11. How much wood can a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck chucked all day?

If you decide to answer any of these, send me the link in the fan mail box. I’d love to see what you say!

Jun 28, 2014 1 note
#I love being tagged #it makes me feel special #should have an imagine up tomorrow #sorry for the spam #my life
Could you do a Cas imagine please? I couldn't find any Castiel ones!

Hi. I wasn’t sure what you were after, so I hope this is alright!

~~~~~

It was the sound of pacing footsteps that woke you, pulling you out from the depths of sleep. Pushing the covers away, you squinted into the centre of the motel room, blinking the sleep from your eyes. “Cas?” you muttered groggily, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Immediately, Castiel stopped his laps of the room and turned to look at you.

“Y/N. I hope I did not wake you. I am truly sorry if I have done so,” he apologised, a guilty look on his face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied, running a hand over your face. You figured you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now, so you might as well talk to him. “What’s up?”

“What makes you suspect something is wrong?”

“Well,” you began, “you’ve practically worn away the carpet with all that pacing. People don’t generally do that unless something’s wrong. So spill,” you finished, sitting up properly now and patting the bed beside you. Cas warily eyed the spot you had indicated, before perching himself uneasily on the edge of your bed.

“It’s just…with this fading grace, none of you are going to need me anymore. I don’t know what use I’ll be. With anything,” he told you, his gaze directed at the faded patterns covering the motel floor.

“Cas,” you said, gently placing your hand on his arm, “What are you talking about? We’re a team. You, me, Sam and Dean. Team Free Will. Of course we need you! You’re amazing. And honestly? We probably wouldn’t be here anymore if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s the thing,” Cas said heavily, finally turning to look at you. “Everything I’ve ever done has been because of my powers, the powers that come with being an angel. With my grace gone…I’ll be left with nothing. I’ll be nothing.”

In that moment, he looked so distressed, so hopeless, and you could feel your heart aching for him. You thought back over everything he’d done for the three of you - raising Dean from Hell, healing you all on multiple occasions, giving you insider information on the angels’ plans. All of those things had only been possible because of his grace. But then you thought of other things, things that had nothing to do with him being an angel, and everything to do with him being Cas.

“Listen to me, Cas,” you said firmly. “You will never be nothing to us. You know why? Because your powers aren’t the only reason we keep you around.” Cas looked doubtful, so you continued. “You want to know why we care about you? Because you’re loyal, and kind and protective. On so many occasions, you’ve given up everything for us. You’re a good person, and you do everything you can to rectify the mistakes you make. And all of those things are why you’ll never be nothing. Because you’re incredible.”

Cas was gazing at you with a mix of gratitude and amazement, as well as a heavy dose of compassion. It was then that you realised that Cas had probably never been told anything like that before. He was always Castiel, a warrior, an angel of the Lord, someone expected to have immense power. But here you were, telling him that it’s okay for him to just be Cas, a sweet and caring guy. And because of it, he was looking at you like you’d given him the world.

“Y/N,” he choked out, reaching for your hand and clasping it tightly, “You have no idea how much those words mean to me. I am…very privileged to have the three of you in my life.” Your face softened into a smile, and you looked back at him fondly.

“We love you too, Cas. But if you ever wake me up early again,” you warned, “I will kick your arse.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I know I keep saying it, but I’m going to get back into regular updates. I only have one week left of term two, and then I have two weeks off. So I should clear out my inbox then. And I’m really sorry if you’ve been waiting on a request!

Please don’t repost without giving credit.

Jun 21, 2014 49 notes
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I love your writing and I was wondering if I could have one with Dean and the reader is caught on a hunt? Thanks :)

Hi. I hope this was what you meant! And sorry I didn’t post this earlier. It’s just Saturday night, I was out all day and Supanova and then I went to a party, so I didn’t get home until 11:15pm. And then yesterday, I had homework, and then I finished Faking It, started Teen Wolf and watched more Once Upon A Time. But I mean it this time! I’m going to go back to my regular updates again!

~~~~~

You sat on the edge of the footpath, shivering under the blanket that the paramedics had given you for shock. The edges of the blanket were clutched tightly in your hands, pulled tightly together underneath your chin. When the emergency services had arrived, you’d told them all about the attack, how the creature had leapt forward, pinning the man down under its weight. How the man had gone limp, his face turning pale as the blood made its way from his body. How you’d been standing on the other side of the road, waiting for the bus when you saw it happen.

But that was only the half of it. The one thing you hadn’t mentioned, which you couldn’t even make sense of yourself, was the fact that the creature you had mentioned wasn’t really a creature at all. It was a woman.

She’d emerged from the trees lining the road, her eyes fixed on the man. She hadn’t even noticed you watching as she lunged forward, her teeth extending out from her mouth, burying themselves in the man’s neck.

If you were living between the pages of a book, you knew that this would be the part where the protagonist is introduced to the world of the supernatural, when they see this attack and demand answers. The part where they find out that vampires are real.

But this wasn’t a book. The movies are fiction. None of this was real - you must’ve just imagined the whole thing. And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this had just looked so real. And try as you might, you couldn’t come up with any other plausible explanation for what you’d just seen.

“Hey.” You looked up, finding two men in suits approaching you. “I’m Agent Angus. This is my partner, Agent Young. We’re with the FBI.”

“Really? The FBI are involved? Wow. I didn’t realise that you guys investigated this sort of thing,” you said, glancing between the two men.

“Well, we were passing through and thought we’d better check it out,” the shorter of the two explained.

“I heard that you were on the other side of the road when the attack took place,” the taller agent said. “Could you tell us what you saw? Any details you can provide will be really helpful.”

You froze under their watchful stares. How the hell were you supposed to tell them what had just happened without being written off as crazy? And it wasn’t like these were small town cops - they were the FBI. “I…um-I didn’t really see much,” you lied. “I heard a scream so I looked up and I just saw him lying there with blood smeared everywhere.”

“Did you see what attacked the man?” the taller man asked patiently.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, avoiding their eyes. In your peripheral vision, you could see them turn to look at one another, and the shorter man muttered something to the taller man, who nodded and walked off.

“Hey,” the remaining FBI agent said, crouching down in front of you. “My name’s Dean, and I can tell you that whatever you saw, whatever you think happened, I’m not gonna think you’re crazy.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you questioned shakily.

“Look,” Dean began, “I have seen a lot of weird crap in my time. And trust me, nothing about this attack seems normal. And whatever killed that guy, it’s going to be very dangerous, and a lot more people could end up like him,” he said, nodding towards the sheet-covered stretcher that the paramedics were carting off. “Please. Tell me.”

You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the pleading tone in his voice, or the fact that he acknowledged that the attack you’d just witnessed was far from ordinary. But whatever it was, you felt safe around him, so you decided to trust him. “I was just standing there, waiting for the bus to come and this…this woman just lunged at the man, and-and she just pinned him underneath her body and it was like she drank his blood or something and I know that makes no sense but that’s what I saw.” Throughout your recount, you’d gradually gotten more and more worked up, to the point where you couldn’t say anymore because your throat had closed up.

“It’s okay,” Dean told you, shifting so that he sat on the curb beside you, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on your back. “What you saw? That was a vampire. My brother and I…we hunt that kind of thing. Stop them hurting people. And I know that it seems overwhelming right now, but everything’s going to work out alright. Sam and I are going to kill this thing, and then you can forget all about it and go back to living your life.”

“What did you mean by ‘that kind of thing?’” you hiccuped, wiping your eyes with the hem of your sleeve.

“Huh?”

“You said 'that kind of thing,’” you explained. “That would imply that there are other things like that out there. What are they?”

“Uh, well…” Dean started, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “There are werewolves, wendigoes, demons, angels -”

“Hang on,” you interrupted incredulously. “You hunt angels?”

“Believe it or not, they aren’t all as great as they’re cracked up to be,” Dean replied frankly.

“So tell me more about them, then. Because you sound like you’re crazy, but what I saw before was crazier, so I can’t really judge.”

“Now really isn’t the best time…” Dean said.

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m being stupid. I’m sure you and your brother are really busy.” You lowered your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment from him. Of course he wasn’t going to sit around explaining his life to you. Why would you ever think otherwise?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he hastily assured you. “It’s just that Sam and I have to sort this out. But maybe…tonight we could…go out somewhere? And I’ll explain it to you over drinks?” he asked nervously.

“Like a date?” you asked shyly.

“Well, if you wanted it to be,” Dean replied.

You smiled, the first time you had done so since witnessing the attack. “I think I’d like that.”

~~~~~

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Jun 16, 2014 48 notes
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Sorry For The Dashboard Spam

Hi, this isn’t an update (although I’m halfway through an imagine which I’ll hopefully post tomorrow) but I just have to say this.

It’s my birthday!!!!!!!

AND it’s Friday the 13th. So tonight, we went on this Ghost Tour at this old place nearby which is supposedly haunted. I know, I know, that sounds like the first five minutes of Supernatural, but it was AWESOME. Even if I was freaking out the idea time (I swear I heard noises). It was also really interesting to hear about the history of the house.

Anyway, sorry for the non-update, but I just wanted to talk about that because it’s a supernatural experience, and this is a Supernatural page.

Bye!

Jun 13, 2014 10 notes
#sorry about this #but I had to talk about it
can you do one where Garth thinks that reader (dean's girlfriend) is really pretty, so he tries to chat her up and things without knowing that he's flirting with dean's girlfriend. and dean gets jealous and possessive and its really really fluffy. (not smut haha ^-^)

Hi. I’m so sorry that I took forever to write this! I honestly starting writing it last night, but I didn’t get to finish it because some IDIOT in my geography class decided that it was beneath him to do his section of a group assignment so I had to finish it all at the least minute and I didn’t have time to finish this. But I hope you guys like it!

~~~~~

You circled the block for the third time, and you could sense the frustration radiating in waves out from Dean, your boyfriend. The three of you had come out to this little suburban neighbourhood after Sam had read of a few strange happenings in an online newspaper article. But now that you had driven out here, it seemed as though another death had taken place and as a result, Dean couldn’t find anywhere to park Baby amongst all the police cars and curious neighbours.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered under his breath, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his right hand.

“Just go park further down,” Sam advised. “Y/N and I can get out here and we’ll wait for you.”

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that,” Dean answered, a scowl on his face as he slowed down to let you out. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” you answered, opening up the door of the backseat. Just before you stepped out, you turned back to face Dean. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. Soon enough, this case will be sorted out and we can go back home, where you won’t have to worry about having no parking spaces.”

Dean’s expression softened as he returned your smile. “I know. I guess I’m just kind of pissed that all these people are going to get in the way of our investigation.”

As Dean drove off to park the Impala, you looked around at the people assembled outside the crime scene tape surrounding the house. “Oh, God,” you moaned. “They’ve already called in a real detective. We’re going to have to do some serious damage control.” You nodded your head towards a skinny guy who looked out of place in a suit.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam began. “Is that…Garth?” At the sound of Sam’s voice, the skinny guy turned around, his face breaking in a grin as he saw Sam.

“Sam! Long time no see!” he exclaimed, pulling Sam into a bear hug. Sam awkwardly reached up to pat Garth on the back while you looked on in amusement. Sam did give out hugs, but this guy was much more enthusiast about the whole institution than anyone you’d ever met before.

“Um, Garth, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Garth, an old hunting buddy of ours,” Sam said once Garth had pulled away.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely, offering a hand which Garth eagerly shook.

“I’m just going to go talk to some of the witnesses,” Sam told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You and Garth wait here for Dean, alright?” You nodded in response, turning back to Garth as Sam disappeared into the crowd.

“You know,” Garth began, “you’re really pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, a faint blush gracing your cheeks.

“It must hurt,” he said.

“I-what?” You were baffled at his choice of words.

“I mean when you fell from Heaven. Because you’re an angel. I mean, you’re so pretty that you look like an angel…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?” He looked so innocent in that moment that you felt your heart melt a little.

“Garth, it was very sweet. But I’m not interested. Sorry. I’m actually in a relationship with -”

“Me,” Dean’s cold voice cut in. You looked up as a placed a protective arm around you, clearly back from parking Baby. “So no, she definitely isn’t interested.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Garth gushed, almost tripping over himself in an attempt to apologise. “I didn’t mean to offend either of you. I didn’t realise. But I’m really sorry -”

“Garth,” you interrupted. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. But would you mind just excusing the two of us for a minute?” Garth nodded, visibly relieved at being pardoned. You pulled Dean by the arm, waiting until you were out of earshot of Garth before saying, “What the hell was that?”

“He was hitting on you!” Dean burst out in indignation.

“Yeah, I realise that,” you told him. “But it’s not like he’s some sleazy guy in a bar. Garth honestly seems like a really sweet guy.”

“That’s beside the point,” Dean retorted.

“Actually, you know what? I get it now,” you answered, suddenly realising what had gotten under your boyfriend’s skin. “This wasn’t about me, was it? This was about you. You were jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed.

“I agree,” you replied. “But that doesn’t make my theory any less plausible. I just don’t get why you’re jealous. I mean, you and I? We’re tight. I really think there’s something between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else. So I honestly don’t get why you’re worried.”

Dean took a deep breath. “Y/N…it’s just…I keep thinking you’re going to wake up one morning and think, ‘Why am I even with this guy? Why aren’t I in a relationship without all this baggage and extra crap?’ And I worry that one day, you’ll act on those thoughts.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, and even though he was standing tall, you could detect a slight hunching of his shoulders, as though he was trying to fold in on himself as a form of protection.

You reached up, cupping the palms of your hands around his cheeks. “Hey,” you whispered, holding his face in place so he had to meet your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” He shook his head, a cue for you to continue. “Because I love you. And yeah, maybe some days we have to work harder at our relationship than others. But that’s what love is. You take all the crap, and baggage and stress and you keep going, because it’s worth it. You’re worth it, Dean. And don’t you ever, for one second, think otherwise.”

“I guess I don’t really have any reason to be jealous, then, huh?” he said, laughing nervously. You grinned, going up on tiptoes to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Now you’re getting it.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of updates. But last night I had the geography thing, and on Saturday I saw TFIOS. It broke me. But it was incredible, a brilliant adaptation.

Anyway, please don’t repost without giving credit! And requests will HOPEFULLY be open again in a couple of weeks.

Jun 10, 2014 84 notes
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Can you write an imagine where you are hunting with the boys and you have to take a plane so you try to calm dean down when he panicks.

Hey! Sorry about the wait. And I get that this isn’t my best, but I just didn’t know how to finish it.

Just a reminder, MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED. Hopefully, I’ll have them open again within a couple of weeks. I’m just trying to work through them. But a lot of my assignments are done now, so I have more time.

I hope you like it!

~~~~~

“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Dean muttered darkly, lugging his duffel bag along as you approached your boarding gate. You and Sam sighed, having had this conversation several times over the past few hours.

“Because,” you began, “there’s a serious case a few states over and the Impala needs servicing.” You raised your voice for the last part, trying to make yourself heard over the sound of the arrival and departure announcements coming through over the speakers. “Besides, the flight’s, like, four hours or something. That’s nothing.”

Dean cut you a look, shifting his bag to his other hand. “A lot can happen in four hours.”

“The odds of dying in a plane crash are 11 million to one or something!” you exclaimed. Dean ignored you and walked off to sit down in the area surrounding the gate, muttering something about ‘crappy luck’ and 'freaking planes.’ You turned to Sam, fixing him with an incredulous expression. “Is he for real?”

“He gets really freaked out on planes,” Sam explained with a shrug of his shoulders. You rolled your eyes.

“Typical,” you muttered. “The guy who could take down an entire army of monsters and demons singlehandedly gets scared by a lump of flying metal. Although it’s not as dumb as being scared of clowns, I suppose,” you added as an afterthought, ignoring Sam’s indignant look as you went to go sit beside Dean.

About an hour later, the three of you had boarded the plane, you and Dean sitting next to one another with Sam on the other side of the aisle, and the flight attendant was running you through the various safety procedures. When she mentioned that take off would be soon, you felt Dean tense beside you, his hand gripping the armrest so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered in a strained voice, tugging his seatbelt away from his body, as though trying to give himself room to breathe. Turning towards him, you pulled his arms back down by his sides, rubbing circles across his skin.

“Hey,” you murmured. “Everything’s gonna be alright, Dean. You just need to breathe. Come on, with me now. Alright?” You slowed down your breathing, him joining in so that your breaths were synchronised. Slowly, his breathing became less shallow and fell into a regular rhythm. “Is that better?”

He nodded slightly, his frantic eyes meeting yours. “Y/N-” his voice cut off, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Hey,” you soothed. “You don’t need to say anything, Dean. It’s fine, okay? Everything’s going to be alright. If I have to, I will take over the running of this plane to make sure it doesn’t crash. You got that? You’re going to be just fine.”

Dean watched you, his eyes trained on your face so that he wouldn’t see the land becoming smaller outside the windows as you pulled away from the airport. After a while, his hands began to unclench from the armrests and some of the colour returned to his cheeks. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” he told you. He didn’t say what for, but he didn’t need to. You knew exactly what he meant. You smiled at him.

“Don’t mention it.”

~~~~~

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Jun 5, 2014 69 notes
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Can I have an imagine where the reader gets pregnant an it's Sam's baby and when she tells him Sam decides to quit the hunting life and wants this child to live a normal life. Thank you.

Hi. This isn’t my best because I haven’t written much lately. And I’m sorry about that, by the way. But I’ve had so many assessments lately. At least now, there’s only one left, but that’s all being done in class.

Also, I got City of Heavenly Fire, so I had to read that. I finished it two days ago. Does any one here like TMI? I thought the book was INCREDIBLE. Heartbreaking, but fantastic.

Anyway, I hope you like this imagine!

~~~~~

You took a deep breath, feeling your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand as you clenched your fist around the object you were holding. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but for all your nervousness, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pocket of excitement bubble up inside you.

Stepping into the library, you headed towards where Sam was hunched over a book of lore. “Sammy?” You hopped onto the desk beside his research, brushing a couple of papers aside to make room for yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” he asked, greeting you with a warm smile. “I’ll probably take a break in an hour or so. I think I’m onto something.”

“That’s great, Sammy,” you told him, trying to return his smile. He noticed your nerves, and reached out a hand, placing it on your knee to stop it from bouncing up and down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned, rubbing his thumb in circles against your leg to calm you. You looked into his concerned eyes. Instead of answering, you held your hand out, palm up, revealing what you held. A pregnancy text.

And it was positive.

He frowned at it for a moment, trying to place the item he was looking at. But you could tell the moment he realised what it was, because his head shot up to look at you, his eyes widening. “Are-are you…” He trailed off, surprise seemingly getting the better of him. You nodded, watching his face closely for a reaction.

Suddenly, he grabbed you in his arms, pulling you off the desk and swinging you around. “We’re going to have a baby!” he exclaimed, his face breaking into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him.

“Hey!” you laughed. “Put me down! I’m getting dizzy!” Sam put you down immediately, reaching out to steady you.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” he asked, starting to freak out.

“I’m fine, Sam!” You laughed again, amused by his reaction. For a man who gave monsters nightmares, he seemed to be unnecessarily scared about the whole baby situation. “You don’t have to worry about me. Sam?” He had turned away from you, and you doubted that he had even heard the last part of what you’d said. “What are you doing?” you demanded, watching as he slammed the leather bound book shut and starting packing papers away.

“I’m putting all this stuff away,” he answered, as if it should have been obvious.

“Why?” Sam pushed his hair out of his face, glancing back at you.

“Why else? I’m giving this up.”

“But Sam…this is your life.”

“No,” he stated firmly, “you’re my life. You, Dean and Cas. And now this baby. And I’m not going to risk anything happening to any of you.”

“But what about the other two? Won’t they want to keep hunting?” you asked, feeling stupid for asking so many questions. But at the same time, a part of you felt overjoyed. Sam was giving up his whole life just to be with you to start your family.

“They’ve always wanted a way out,” he explained. “Maybe this will be it. We can all get jobs. Hell, maybe I can even go back go law school,” he continued. “I just want this baby to live a normal life, one without rock salt and EMF and holy water. I want our baby to be safe.”

You pressed your hand against your mouth, a rush of gratitude and love welling up inside you, threatening to spill over. You flung your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you. “Thank you,” you whispered into his shirt. It wasn’t much, but there was no other way for you to explain just how much you loved him in that moment. His grip tightened around you, telling you he understood, and his breath tickled your ear as he whispered back, “You’re welcome.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’ll probably get a lot more done now that my school stuff is out of the way. And thanks for sticking with me!

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Jun 3, 2014 43 notes
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