#I was gonna call this the soft gal tag but 2 of these gals aren’t so soft…

[leviiackrman]

✨Una Wattleseed, tw3 || ☁️ Asami Enatsu, mha

🌼Margot Durand, aot || 🍃Chika Hōki, naruto

💦Mineyo Ginnivan, free! || 🍞Saeka Rikihisa, jjk

🪨Shen, atla || 🍻Isla Walsh, rdr

I was tagged by @simonxriley @risingsh0t @corvosattano @crownrots + @thedeadthree to use this wholesome meiker for my gurlies, thank you sm beloveds🤍

Tagging: @bbrocklesnar @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @arklay @captmactavish @shellibisshe @queennymeria @marivenah @riikugan @rosenfey @timdownie @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan @aezyrraeshh @carlosoliveiraa @shadowglens @fenharel @alexxmason @malefiicarum @nightbloodbix @gearvmac @perpetuagf @garaviel

[calpalirwin]

Expecting

Summary: Luke becomes a dad

A/N: So @cxddlyash​ and I made these like comic book character pictures. And I thought it was funny how the text we put for ourselves went together like we personally were having a conversation. And it’s good dialogue I didn’t want to waste. So here’s a sequel to Period Pains that no one asked for just so I can use 2 lines of dialogue that really have nothing to do with the actual “plot” of whatever cute shit this is. 

Content: Soft cuz you know no one does it better than your gal(cal) Bri

Word Count: 1.5k

And away, and away we go!

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“Hey, Lu?” Caroline asked.

“Hmm?” Luke hummed in response over the rim of his coffee cup.

“Remember how back a few months ago, you joked there was a way to stop my periods?”

He set down his cup with a shaky rattle. “What about it?” he croaked. 

“I’m two weeks late…”

He gripped his hands tightly together to control the shaking, forcing himself to stay calm. “H-have you taken a test?”

“Yep. Took one just now, actually.”

“A-and?”

“It’s on the bathroom counter.”

Caroline wasn’t sure she had ever seen the man move faster. In fact, she wasn’t sure someone like Luke could move that fast without tripping over his long limbs. When Luke’s scream shook the house, she slowly made her way to him. “Good yell or bad yell?”

When he turned, his blue eyes were glossy with held back tears, his curls disheveled from his hands passing through them so many times in the last minute. “Is this the only test you’ve taken?”

She shook her head. “I’ve been taking one every day for a week.”

“And they all say the same thing? They all say yes?”

“Yeah.”

“YES!” Luke’s voice cracked as it went high too fast. He rushed across to her, tears falling freely down their faces as excitement took over and they jumped up and down screaming. “Oh,” Luke spoke softly when he caught his breath, his fingers soft against her cheeks. “I love you so much, Care.”

She tilted her head in his touch, lips brushing against the palms of his hands. “We love you too, Lu. Can I ask you one thing?”

“Anything, baby.”

“I know we’re both excited, but can we keep this to ourselves for a bit?” Her question held all the fears she didn’t want to speak into existence. Fears about their loved ones getting too invested like they already were when she was too early along for anything to be certain.

Luke placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Of course.”

~~~

It was hard on both of them to not shout their news from the rooftops with each passing doctor’s appointment that assured them their baby was developing right on schedule. Caroline and Luke passed the first three months combining her office with his music room, and then discussing how to decorate the newly freed up space.

“What do you think of this?” Caroline asked, sliding her laptop around so he could see the teal and grey nursery template.

Luke set his guitar aside and peered over at the screen. “You don’t want to go with something brighter? Something that will get their attention?”

“You know babies can’t really see color that well for the first few months, right?”

“They don’t?”

“Have you read any of the books?”

“Yeah!” he answered with fake indignation.

“Mhm, which ones?”

“The one with all the names…” he admitted with a sheepish grin.

Her eyes lit up. “Did you find one you like?”

“I found a lot of the ones you like,” he teased, referring to how the book was filled with blue-inked hearts next to yellow highlighted names.

“And?”

“What do you think about Charlie Hemmings?”

“Oh, that one’s my favorite!”

“Ready to tell everybody about Charlie?”

“So ready.”

They told their parents first, swearing them to secrecy until it was publicly announced. Within a week, a giant care package was delivered on their doorstep, courtesy of both their moms conspiring together.

From there, the parents-to-be decided to tell the godparents. Luke had suggested Ashton for godfather, while Caroline suggested her childhood friend Britt for godmother.

“But they’re not together. Are you sure we shouldn’t go with Mike and Crystal?” Luke wondered.

“It’s Ash and Britt. They’ll get together.”

“Care, you’ve been saying that since they met.”

“Well if Ash would pull his head out of his ass…”

“If Britt could string more than two words together around him…”

Caroline laughed. Neither of them were wrong. Their two dearest friends were… rather stubborn when it came to each other. “We don’t have to decide this now. We can just tell all our friends, and figure out godparents later.”

“No,” Luke shook his head. “I trust Britt and Ash.”

~~~

“Care?” Britt’s voice called out as she pushed open the door to her friends’ home. “Luke?”

“You invited Britt?” Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman’s voice. “Is everyone else coming over, too? What’s going on here?”

“I know you’re home,” Britt continued to talk as she walked deeper into the house. “Your cars are in th- oh! Hey, Ash.” Her voice squeaked as she caught sight of the black haired man sitting comfortably on the couch.

“Hey, love,” he greeted with a two-fingered wave that caused the woman’s cheeks to turn pink. “Did Care tell you what these two idiots are up to?”

Britt shook her head as she sat down next to him. “N-no.” She turned her attention to Caroline, her friend’s ever steady and soft gaze stilling her nerves she felt whenever she was in Ashton’s presence. “Care, what’s going on?”

Caroline’s cheeks burned from holding back her smile as she looked over at Luke. “Tell ‘em, Care.”

“We’re pregnant!” She clapped her hands over her mouth as the words tumbled forth much less eloquently than she had planned in her excited state.

“Oh, that’s great!” Britt squealed with her.

“Congrats,” Ashton smiled, reaching forward to give Caroline’s leg a small squeeze. “But that could’ve been a text.”

“We want you to be the godparents,” Luke spoke up.

Ashton choked, his hazel eyes flying over to Luke. “What?”

“Uh, a word, Care?” Britt asked, rubbing her neck.

The women left Ashton staring slack-jawed at Luke. “What’s wrong?” Caroline asked, worrying her bottom lip.

“You can’t do this to me…” her friend whispered frantically, looking over her shoulder at where Ashton was still coming to terms with the news that had been dropped in his lap.

“Aw, are you jealous?” Caroline teased good-heartedly.

“Yes!” Britt hissed. “No! I’m happy for you and Luke. But making me godmother with Ash as godfather? What the hell do you think you’re doing, Care?”

“What you and Ash are too scared to do yourselves.”

“I can barely be in the same room with him without sounding like an idiot. Now I’m gonna share your kid with him?!”

“Oh, would you relax? Luke and I aren’t dropping dead. This is just a symbolic title.”

“One I share with Ash!”

“Would you rather share it with someone else?”

“No!” Britt answered far too quickly.

Caroline grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

~~~

“You okay?” Luke asked, concern lacing his tone as Caroline gasped.

She took a few deep, slow breaths, her face pinched in pain. “Another contraction,” she winced.

Luke gripped her hand in his, squeezing lightly. “You got this, baby. I’m right here.”

“Lu?” she panted, sweat coating her face, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“This is so much worse than period pains…”

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothed, using his free hand to push back her hair and wipe away some of the sweat.

“No, you don’t!” she hissed through gritted teeth, her fingernails digging small crescent shapes into his hand. “You don’t have a uterus that throws a fit every month unless you’re growing a human inside of it. A human you then have to push out of you!”

“You doing so good, Care,” he smiled a smile that has rarely left his lips the last 39 and a half weeks. A smile that bore nothing but total admiration for the girl by his side and complete amazement for the life they were creating.

“Ow…” she whimpered, loosening her grip as the contraction passed.

“Where does it hurt the most?”

“My back…”

“Here, sit up, and scooch forward,” Luke told her, standing up from where he had been sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. Caroline did as he directed as he squeezed himself in behind her, stretching out his legs on the outside of hers. “Try to relax as much as you can,” his voice remained soft and low as he started to rub at her back. He stayed that way, with her back pressed against his chest, alternating between rubbing at her back and her arms, always whispering reassurances in Caroline’s ear until there was a small cry and a bundle was placed in her awaiting arms.

“Oh, hi there, Charlie.” Tears ran a path down both their cheeks as Caroline cradled the baby close to her, Luke’s hand reaching over her to gently run a thumb over Charlie’s soft cheek.

“There are so many people waiting to meet you,” she cooed.

“They can wait a little longer,” Luke said, holding his family close to him.

“At least get Britt and Ash in here.”

“Shouldn’t you get some rest first?”

“Oh, please, Lu?” Caroline pleaded, turning her head upwards to look at him. “I feel fine, I promise. I want them to meet him.”

“Alright,” he gave in. “Scoot forward so I can get out.”

Caroline lost herself in the dark grey eyes of her son, with his little pixie nose and soft curls, until Britt’s gasped “Aww!” filled her ears.

She looked up to see the other woman, hand in hand with Ashton, grinning so wide, Caroline’s own cheeks hurt just looking at her friends. “Well, come meet Charlie. We’ve been expecting you.”

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[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Dean Winchester’s Lyrics, Part 3

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Adult language, show level violence, depiction of death. Past is in italics.

Tagging: @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @anokhi07, @letsgetyourdeanon, @sis-tafics, @jensen-gal, @theoneandonlysaucymo, @27bmm, @callmesatansprincess

Part 2

The few times Dean woke up during the few hours that Sam was gone you managed to get a few swallows of water into him. His temperature was staying at a steady 101.5, so it must've been a side effect of the curse rather than Dean getting sick.

Just sitting there watching him pulled heavily at your heart strings. Whether it was the tired, worn expression on his face even in sleep or the way his hair had dried plastered to his forehead in one place and fluffy in another. You weren't sure. But, soon enough, you couldn't take it anymore and dug out your laptop again

. You'd gotten 400 words into your essay before Dean sucked in a startled gasp. Then, as you watched helplessly, crimson spread like spilled juice from the center of his chest. His eyes landed on you, wide and frightened.

You didn't care if your laptop survived when you threw it off of your lap so that you could lean over Dean. You brushed his hair from his forehead and kissed his cheek. "It's okay, Dean. It's just a spell. You're okay..." His eyes rolled to white and his body arched like it'd been touched by a live wire before all energy deflated and he landed in a heavy lump on the bed. The only thing that told you he was alive was the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

You didn't pay attention to the blood when you curled into his side, your head tucked into his shoulder. Fuck, how many times had Dean gone through this alone? What had been the last straw? What had made him try to find you? You cried like you'd just lost him all over again. You cried because more than anything, you still loved this idiot. It killed you to see him like this.

You don't know how long you stayed like that. It wasn't long enough that Sam had returned but definitely long enough for you to ache because of it. But you really didn't stop until Dean's warm finger tips touched your face. He wiped away some of the moisture with his thumb before cupping your jaw.

"S'ok, s'jus a spell." His fractured smile sent more traitorous tears sliding down your face.

Dean was no longer that crazy teenager from your youth that you couldn't keep your eyes off of. Nor was he the broken man you'd tried to piece back together nearly 8 years ago. This Dean had been through everything and back. This Dean had managed to persevere despite it all.

Your watery excuse for a smile made his eyes crinkle in return. "There she is."

You rolled your eyes, but didn't move his hand from your face. It was work calloused and warm and probably the best thing you'd ever felt. "I called Sam, he's taking care of some loose ends. He should be back any minute."

His eyes became heavy, barely open when he nodded that he'd heard you. The spell was really taking its toll on him physically and you couldn't imagine what dying again, several times would do to someone's mental state.

"Stay..." He said it on a drawn out breath, his hand sliding from your face to rest against your chest. You had to bite back the joke you wanted to make about Dean gravitating towards your boobs even in sleep.

You watched him for a moment, studying the lines in his face that you knew so well. It warmed your heart and simultaneously broke it in two to know you'd finally broken through the last wall. That when Dean was distressed, he wanted you to stick around. There were not many people that Dean trusted to be strong enough for that.

It was getting close to 5 in the morning and you were seconds from getting up from your spot to call Sam when you heard the tell tale sounds of someone picking the lock. Instinctively, you reached beneath your pillow to grip the government issue bayonet you kept stashed there.

However, there was no real need to arm yourself because it was Sam who peeped around the doorway.

"Hey, how're things going?" Sam ventured further inside, speaking quietly. "Has he..?"

"Last one was the bullet to the chest. How many are left?" You weren't there every time Dean decided to sacrifice himself. You'd been completely cut off from them for the past two years. Anything could've happened.

Sam nodded, an ancient expression gracing his features and posture. "Just one more. Metatron stabs him with an angel blade. It'll be about 2 inches long. Metatron kicked his ass pretty solidly too."

No doubt Sam had intimate details of Dean's injuries. He was always the one to clean him up, even in death. Their relationship had always made you a little jealous. The way they communicated. The way they always had each other's back. You never got that close to your siblings. They were older and far too caught up in the hunting to pay attention to a little weakling like you.

It didn't bother you too much anymore. Sam and Dean had brought you into the fold when they found out you were hunting alone.  They had made you feel like one of them, like you really belonged with them.

"Anyhow..." Sam shifted uncomfortably, and it seemed like he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. It dawned on you that you were still cuddled up with Dean, dried blood and tears on your cheek.

You sat up, carefully disentangling yourself, and shuffled past Sam. He eyed you curiously but didn't follow. But he nodded his thanks when you returned with a chair from your dinning room after using a wet wash cloth to clean your face.

"I guess there's no reason to disturb him to clean up, huh?" You asked before sitting down beside the bed and facing Sam, the carpet was soft beneath your fingers.

"Nah, we'll just let him sleep." Sam decided, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He was quiet for a while, the only background noise the sound of Dean softly snoring. It worried you that the spell was taking more and more out of him. "So, how has school been going?"

If he felt better with inane small talk while you waited for his brother to die, again, than that's what you were going to do. "Uh, well, it was a lot harder adjusting than I thought." You offered, the sheepish look on your face a product of the memory of the last big argument you'd had with Dean before you left.

"You know it's not going to be easy, right? You're gonna see shape shifters over your shoulder and vampires in all of your fellow students. And the nightmares aren't exactly gonna take a vacation, darlin'."

Dean had solid points, but you had already made up your mind and you weren't too great at hearing other people out. Once you committed to an idea, there was no swaying you. "I know, Dean. I don't care."

He sighed heavily, like he'd known exactly how you were going to respond. "Will you at least call us when you get there?" This modicum of actual care threw you for two seconds before you collected yourself again.

"Dean, I've got this, but you gotta let me go." You hadn't waited for him to respond, slamming the trunk closed on your newly acquired gas efficient Toyota Corolla and turned your back on ever hunting again.

"Don't come crawling back here when civilian life chews you up and spits you out!" He'd watched you pull away from the bunker garage, his arms crossed over his chest and a pinched look on his face.

Had you been especially proud of how you'd handled things? No. Did you need a fresh start for this to work? Absolutely.

It wasn't until you'd settled in your first, completely disgusting apartment, that you'd found a piece of paper at the bottom of your duffle that you knew you hadn't put there.

"Reach for the golden ring, reach for the sky! Baby, just spread your wings and get higher, higher. Straight up you'll climb! Higher, higher. Leave it all behind."

As much as it probably made you sound like a bit of a wuss, you had to admit at least to yourself, that you'd cried for an hour after that. Even if it was over a Van Halen song.

Sam smiled, his dimples popping deeply. "I've been there." He pat the top of you're head affectionately, "Doesn't look like you're doin' too badly for yourself. This place is a huge step up from your first apartment."

You returned with a wry smile, "You guys never left me alone, did you?"

"Well, as alone as you ever could be. You had to know Dean wouldn't let you come out here by yourself without checking the place over. He tried not to intervene as much as he could. He knew you'd be pissed if you ever found out."

"Actually, Dean and I weren't exactly on the best of terms when I left, so yeah, I thought I was alone." You suddenly found the texture of your carpet very intriguing.

Sam sighed, a long suffering brother sigh, "Dean's not exactly the most rational. He doesn't always make great decisions or find the right thing to say. But, Y/N, he's loyal and once you end up in his orbit... It's hard as hell to mess up enough to find your way out of it."

You nodded in agreement, you knew that about him, but you somehow found yourself thinking that it applied to everyone but you.

"You breathe a word of this to him and he'll kill me." He waited for you to look up from your intense study of the floor. "Dean's been a little stupid for you for a long time. Since you were just a pissy teenager with a long braid and a sawed off."

The thought of Dean at that age was a pleasant one. Sharp jaw, rosy cheeks, freckles and a death glare that over compensated for his long eye lashes and plump lips. He'd barely looked in your direction then. You found Sam's confession a little hard to believe.

"I'm pretty sure Dean resented the idea of me being around on any hunts back then. He hung out with my brothers and taunted me on the two hunts you guys helped with." Your relationship with your brothers were nothing like the way Sam and Dean were. It was probably because they had been so much older than you. Your dad preached firmly about not getting attached to anyone. Even your own family.

"Attachments to anyone or anything make you weak, Y/N. We have an obligation to rid the world of this evil, nothing else. The job is your life."

Your father had once said those words to you a couple of years after a wraith had taken your mother's life. He'd grown even more methodical, treating the rest his family with clinical precision and nothing more.

Sam smiled a warm smile, his gaze fixed on his brother's face behind you. "He's not as smooth as he might want other people to believe. And this is the truth..." His fingers on your chin lifted your gaze as he fixed his eyes on yours. 

"Dean was never really taught how to show anyone other than his family affection. Yeah, he had four years with Mom and Dad, but that's it."

You'd never really thought of it that way. Never really processed that his slap on the back after a successful hunt or pulling your pony tail randomly on the way back, was anything but a show of brotherly affection.

"So," he let go of your chin. "The result is that he treats you like his best friend on an elementary school playground." Sam huffed out another breath as his eyes traveled back to his brother's face with a fond expression. "He worried about you when you left. I knew he wasn't going to let it go until he saw you with his own eyes. That you were doing okay."

Sam slouched down in his chair but didn't take his eyes off of his brother. "Did you come too?" You prompted after he had stayed quiet for a little too long.

"No, we were neck deep in tablets back then. Dean had just taken on the Mark of Cain and was a little lost. He was back a lot earlier than he said he would be. So, I assumed that you guys had argued or something. He wouldn't tell me about it."

You tried to think of anything that could've offended Dean back then, but nothing came to mind. To be honest, everything about those first few months away from the Winchesters kind of blurred together. "I never saw him."