#[ Gabriel is always so sweet n funny

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Taming the Bull - Snippet

A/N: so this is a snippet of my college AU of Miguel x Reader, Reader x Gabriel, the love triangle thingy. I just thought this was so funny teeheehee!

You get into the car, heart throbbing painfully in your chest. You lay your head against the steering wheel, fighting the urge to breakdown. This is all too much. You long to be with Miguel, but by being with him, you hurt Gabriel.

Besides, Miguel has been with nearly every woman on campus. What if wanted another notch in his belt? All his sweet, tooth rotting words...what if they're a ploy to get you into bed?

You sniffle, straightening up and pulling out of the parking lot. A little drive around the city wouldn't hurt. Maybe go visit the beach. You're driving through the parking lot when a large body throws themselves onto the hood of your car with a loud thunk. You scream, slamming on the break.

"Miguel?" you say in shock, rolling down the window. "What the hell are you doing!"

Miguel places his large hands on the windshield, brown eyes staring into your face with burning determination.

"I'm not giving up on you! I meant what I said! I want to be with you! It's always been you!" Miguel yells. He speaks the absolute truth. "I know I've been an ass, and I'm trying to change. You are who I want!"

"Miguel, get off of my car, or I'm driving off with you on it," you snarl, slamming your horn.

He hardly flinches at the blaring horn. "No! You need to know how much I want to be with you."

You glare at him and press on the gas pedal, tearing through the parking lot. Miguel holds on for dear life, but he doesn't break his gaze. "Please, you have to believe me!"

"I'm not listening to you!"

You pull onto the street and drive down the busy streets.

"You're the one I want to be with. You're the one I want. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you've slept with nearly every woman here! Besides, aren't you the same one who told Gabriel that you just wanted to sleep with me?"

Miguel grinds his teeth. Damn him brother. "I did say that, but that's before we reconnected. Your the kindest person I've ever met. You stop to allow ducks to cross the street. You help tutor others. You take the time to talk to random strangers if they look just a little sad!"

You continue to drive, heading to the beach. People give you strange looks with Miguel on the hood of your car, but right now, you can give two shits.

"You think I don't pay attention to the little things you do, but I catch on! You hug any pillow to hide your beautiful body. You cover your mouth when you laugh. When you get passionate about something, your eyes light up and you don't care how loud or excited you get, and god fucking damnit, that's fucking cute!"

"You don't mean that! Just shut up!"

"I do! I mean it!" Miguel's face is smushed into the glass, his body swinging back and forth against the hood, but he holds on tightly. "You're the one I want to be with!"

"No I'm not!"

You head down the winding road to the beach, driving through the sand towards the water. "I swear I will drive into the fucking ocean! Leave me alone!"

"No! Because you need to know how much I care about you!"

"Man, fuck you!"

You drive straight into the water, and both you and Miguel have to trudge out of waters and back to shore.

[bunnyreaper]

see on both sides

pairings - gabriel reyes x f!reader, niran pruksamanee x f!reader, gabriel reyes x niran pruksamanee wc -  4.2k warnings - dubious consent, power dynamics, dom/sub, threesome, possessive sex, exhibitionism. notes - sequel to i still get jealous, or read both on ao3!

The knock on the door comes as a complete surprise. 

A tough day of training has you wiped out, and you're half tempted to tell whoever is at the door to come back later. If you were still in your own quarters, you'd probably ignore it, but in case it's someone looking for Gabriel, you best answer. 

Even making it to the door is a slog, but your disgruntled expression is wiped away as you open the door to see a smiling Niran standing outside. 

"Hello Y/N." He greets, lips curled and eyes crinkled. 

"Oh, Niran, hi!" You reply, taken aback by his presence. While the two of you have been developing a friendship, he'd never paid a personal visit before. "How did you know where to find me?" 

"This was somewhat of a giveaway." He smirks, nodding to the nameplate by the door that reads COMMANDER GABRIEL REYES. 

"I'll give you that." You laugh. You're about to step aside to allow him in, before you freeze. "Can I help you with something?" 

His smile widens, and he appears just as charming as he always does. "I was just looking for a friendly ear." He states. 

"Sure, come in." You hold open the door for him to enter, and hope against everything you won't regret the decision. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"That wouldn't go amiss, thank you." 

You head for the liquor cabinet, and hope that a little drink will help take the edge off. Niran is your friend, but the last thing you want to do is give Gabe more reason to worry. Letting the blonde man into your apartment alone is sure to get Gabriel's back up a little—God forbid Niran leaves his scent on the couch cushions.

You frown harshly, reconsidering your decision. 

"Long day?" Niran pipes up, voice patient and inquisitive upon seeing your sour expression.

You school it back into something pleasant. 

"Something like that. How was your day?" You return to Niran, offering him the drink before you both take a seat on opposite ends of the couch.  "From what I've heard, you're usually in the lab much later than this." 

"Usually, but it is a Friday night, after all." He sends you a wink, which brings your nerves rushing back. "I work hard, but I play harder." 

Taking a long sip of your drink, you chuckle awkwardly. Niran is sweet, and you suppose his flirtatious nature is just how he is—surely, he doesn't mean anything by it. "I don't really have the energy for playing hard." You reply as a subtle rebuttal.

"Really?" He raises his brows, his smile remaining cheeky. "Has being with the Commander aged you prematurely?" 

"Very funny, Niran." Your eyes roll playfully. "A little, but I keep him young too. We like the balance." You offer in response, again attempting to dissuade any strange notions the man might be having. 

"So, how was your day? Hopefully a lot easier than mine." You ask, changing the topic. Niran's research is intriguing beyond belief, and his enthusiasm is infectious. 

He's about to reply, no doubt launching into an excited monologue, when the door opens. 

"Well, this looks cozy." Gabriel comments, a slight edge to his voice, and he stares at the scene in front of him.

Shit. You feel caught, even though you're technically not doing anything wrong. 

"Commander Reyes." Niran greets him quickly and cheerfully. "I'm glad you could join us." 

That nervous feeling is back with the way Niran greets Gabe like he didn't just walk into his own quarters. This isn't going to end well, you think. 

"Sit down, I'll grab you a drink." You rush back to the cabinet to fetch Gabriel a drink, knowing he could do with a little mellowing in the form of alcohol and being tended to by you.

Gabriel takes your seat, as you pour him a large measure of whiskey. 

"How was your day, Commander?" Niran asks politely, either unaware or uncaring of the complete shift in atmosphere. 

"Long." Gabriel huffs, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and making himself comfortable and at home. Almost like he owns the place, because well, he does. "But, I was looking forward to coming home and relaxing." 

"Well, this'll help." You interject, rushing over with the glass in hand as you thrust it toward Gabriel, a quiet way of saying 'Drink this and be quiet'.  

"Sit with me." He murmurs up at you, spreading his legs to accommodate you sitting between them.

So that's how this is going to go, you sigh. 

You seat yourself in between his legs, feeling his radiating warmth before whispering a warning. "Play nice." 

You turn your attention back to Niran, hoping to lighten the mood and do away with the mounting tension. 

Surely, when Gabriel sees the nature of your engagement with Niran, he'll see that you clearly show the man where he stands. "So, do you have other plans tonight, Niran?" 

"Not as such, no. See where the night takes me. I was hoping you'd be free for a little fun." He chuckles, clearly not sensing your desperation and discomfort.

Of course, he wouldn't make it easy for you. 

"Give me a little notice next time, I can show you a place or two, Gabe will come too, right?" Your laugh is still nervous as you clearly try to smooth things over. 

"We'll see." He says shortly.

"You know, not to play favorites, but you definitely have been one of the most welcoming at Overwatch." Niran continues entirely unprompted, and if you didn't find him so thoroughly likable, you'd strangle him to death with his own long blonde locks. 

There's no way he's this clueless as to the effect he's having, right?

"I try my best, I know what it's like to be new." You scramble to think of another deflection, hating the defensive stance you're having to take in every aspect of the conversation. You can feel how rigid Gabriel is behind you.

The two of you usually talk so normally. Maybe it's the weekend feeling, but Niran is clearly in a certain excitable mindset. 

"But I imagine there's a lot of people trying to ingratiate themselves with you right now." You add on, trying to turn the conversation away from yourself. 

"A little, but none as lovely as you."  He comments.

Does that smirk not hurt his face from maintaining it for so long?

"The coffee you make is divine, too." He has the audacity to look straight past you to Gabriel, and his comment makes you swallow thickly. 

Despite the initial aesthetic appreciation, your attraction to Niran is minimal. Yet he seems determined to misconstrue your intentions, whether by ignorance or malice, you don't know. 

"Oh, is that where you disappear during lunch?" Gabriel's voice is strained, and you can tell he's probably going to ask more questions when the two of you are alone. You're in trouble.

"Yeah... sometimes." You comment awkwardly, feeling self-conscious about it. Your ass is gonna be red raw later. 

Niran picks up the conversation. "I do tend to forget to look after myself when I'm busy working." 

The rest of his words fall on deaf ears, as Gabriel's arm slips around you, settling on your exposed thigh and offering a firm squeeze. He chooses the same time to press a delicate, distracting kiss to your shoulder. "Gabe." You whisper, but Niran stops talking. 

"Mmm? Something the matter?" In your peripheral, you can tell Gabriel's eyes are on Niran, sending him a heated look. "Just showing appreciation for my girl."  He comments simply, his voice laced with possessiveness.

"Uh..." You squirm uncomfortably, enjoying the attention yet wishing the two of you were alone. His hand stops squeezing, and his lips stop kissing, so you assume he's going to play nice and relax back into his hold.

"You always brighten my day whenever you drop by." The blonde continues, digging your grave further. 

"She has that effect." Gabe purrs, his demeanor shifting entirely as his hand dips down to your inner thigh, his fingers stretching out to trace across your clothed cunt.

"Gabe!" You exclaim, in complete disbelief, slamming your legs shut—horrified at the idea of him playing with you in front of your friend. 

"What?" He doesn't stop his movements, and you watch transfixed as Niran's eyes observe Gabriel's fingers move, with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "Our guest doesn't mind, does he?" Gabriel adds, his words a dare, a challenge. 

"Not at all. As long as you're enjoying yourself." Niran seems completely unfazed. 

You try to battle the steadily climbing arousal as you try to think straight. 

As your thoughts slip away, one final coherent thing slips through.

Niran's behavior was entirely on purpose. That bastard. 

"I, yeah." You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you give in to the pleasure and Gabe rubs at your clit through your shorts. You can still sense his eyes on Niran, and the thought makes you shiver. 

This display is for him.  

You're just a pawn in their game, but from how wet you are, you clearly can't mind all that much. 

"No need to hide from me." It's Niran's turn for his voice to turn silky and sultry, as he sips at his drink and continues to spectate your undoing. 

"Hear that baby?" Gabe coos, his voice much softer now, he has you falling apart on his fingers and all of his blood has rushed elsewhere too.  "Spread your legs, show him that pretty pussy." 

"I—" You hesitate for a moment, trying to think over the implications of the act and yet desperately wanting to comply with Gabriel's gentle commands. The rubbing only adds to your need to listen to him.

You allow your legs to fall open, before pulling your shorts and panties to the side to bare yourself to Niran.

His eyes sparkle with delight as he lays eyes on your flesh, and Gabriel's fingers move to find your nub unhindered. 

"She's so wet already." He offers, his thick fingers swirling said wetness around your needy nub. "She always is when I'm touching her. Tell him how it feels, cariño." 

Once more, he gives you a command, and you feel the need to obey as you always do. 

"Niran..." You whisper, your voice strained as you test the waters in voicing your pleasure.

"Yes, sweetheart?" 

You were already blushing under his gaze, but now your face is ablaze as nerves battle arousal. "Feels so good." 

Niran smiles in a genuine, sweet way. "Looks like he's taking good care of you." 

"Mhmm." You whine, slipping your eyes shut and concentrating on the pleasure, the tingling sensation, the coiling feeling.

"Tell her that you want her." Gabriel turns his commands on Niran, breaking an entirely new barrier. 

"Gabe—" You gasp, eyes springing open as you're shocked and somewhat concerned on behalf of Niran.

Yet, the man himself finds no objection.

"(Y/N), you look divine." He answers easily, his voice returning to its flirtatious tone. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, I thought about the sounds you'd make." 

Upon hearing his confession, Gabriel grows and starts working his fingers faster and harder, forcing you into deeper euphoria.

"This is the closest you'll get to touching her yourself." His words rumble through you. He works with fervor, drawing moans and gasps from you. "Enjoy it while it lasts." 

"Oh, I intend to." Niran winks, before returning his gaze to your exposed pussy and leaking wetness.

"Fuck, Gabe." You sigh dreamily, as you climb higher and higher. 

You desperately try to retain some sense, to think of the messed up nature of the dynamic and Gabriel's display, yet right now you can't bring yourself to care too much.

"Crawl forward baby." Gabe murmurs sweetly, as he releases you from his hold. 

It's now the hesitation comes crashing back. 

Gabe wants to fuck you, right here, right now. The fingering was one thing, but he's about to fuck you into the couch with your new friend sitting right there. 

"Gabe?" Your voice is questioning as you turn to him. "Niran?" You turn to the blonde, fully expecting him to call it a day and end this whole ridiculous power play. 

Instead, he reaches up, brushes the hair off of your face, and whispers. "Do as you're told, sweet thing." 

You swallow thickly and know there's no turning back now. Niran is more than happy to participate, even if it means all he can do is sit back and watch.

He compels you further to acquiesce to Gabriel's demand. You know you have to do it. 

"Okay." You whisper, your eyes fixed on Niran's as you crawl away from Gabe on all fours and present yourself to him. 

"Gabe, are you really going to do this?" You gasp as his greedy hands grip at your thighs and ass, pulling the flesh just how he likes it. 

"He's welcome to leave if he wants to." He peels down your shorts and panties, before pulling away to free himself from his confines.  "Or he'll be a good boy, and he'll stay. Understood?" He growls once more, displaying his authority and complete control. 

He wants to humiliate Niran, to use you in a show of dominance and possession. You hate how the thought of being claimed like this makes you shiver. 

"Yes, Commander."  You reply obediently. 

"Yes, Commander." Niran smirks, yet a look in his eyes tells you he's affected by Gabriel's dominance too, and his compliance isn't necessarily some cocky act. 

Gabe lines his thick, hard cock up with your entrance, plunging in quickly and relentlessly as he claims you. 

His hands settle on your shoulders, and he wastes no time in bouncing you against his cock and driving the two of you to the heavens. 

Niran's expression falls, as he becomes transfixed and undeniably aroused by the scene in front of him. His eyes flicker between the two of you attentively, his lips part with a slight gasp.

"Is this what you wanted to do, pretty boy?" Gabe asks, his voice wracked with pleasure.

"Something like that." Niran replies honestly, his voice soft.  

"Tough shit." Gabe snarls, driving his hips into you in a particularly brutal fashion that almost makes you scream. Your body was already sore, but it's only going to be worse when he's through with you.

"Fuck!" 

Gabe thrusts wildly, enjoying your mewls and moans. "Tell him how it feels, baby." His voice is sweet once more when addressing you. 

You meet Niran's eyes, almost hypnotized by the need to comply and follow Gabriel's word. The thought of perpetuating Gabe's control of you in this way also makes you shiver. 

"He's stretching me so much, he always does." You sigh, not wavering in your eye contact. 

"You're just so fucking tight." Your lover grunts. 

"And you're so thick. Always filling me up." The voice that comes from you barely sounds like you anymore, a sexy and confident tone that you're not used to—yet the situation is showing new sides of you all. 

"You take him perfectly." Niran whispers, the genuine smile returning to his face. 

"Y-yeah?" You stutter, his approval of yours and Gabriel's union making your heart soar.

"He could never fuck you like this, could he?" Gabe grunts, his voice strangled and yet trying to rein in the menacing tone. 

You shake your head wildly, eyes still on Niran. You should feel a sense of worry about Niran's feelings, but a primal part of you that's hazy and cock drunk doesn't care. You can sense his enjoyment of the situation anyway. "No one could, only you." 

Gabe's thrusts grow erratic for a moment as he drapes himself over your body, rutting into you further and bringing himself closer to Niran. "Mine." While the words are about you, they're not intended for you in the slightest. 

"Yours, Gabe, fuck." You cry out, the possession making you clench further. 

"That's it, say my name." He pants, his hips thrusting his thickness deeper inside you. 

You moan wildly, Gabriel's name the only thing on your lips. "Gabe—Gabriel!" You can sense his wicked, self-satisfied smirk. 

"Scream it for me." 

"Gabriel!" You scream, your eyes screwed tight. "You're gonna break me." 

"Ruin you for any other man." He purrs, his words laced with clear intent. 

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck!" You can't help but babble and mindlessly agree, though what he's saying is entirely true. 

"I bet he wishes he was me right now. With that pussy wrapped so tight around my dick, taking me so well."

Gabriel's words seem to push both of you further, as you moan in tandem. "He should know you need something only a man like me can give you." 

"I was made for your cock." You reply on instinct, the words coming so naturally in your submissive haze.

"Mhmm. How does she look?" Gabe asks, watching Niran watch you with blown-out pupils. 

"Perfectly blissful, eyes closed, lips parted." He comments breathlessly, transfixed by your pleasure. 

"Look at him while I fuck you." Gabe commands. "Let him see the look in your eyes as I ruin you, hermosa." 

Your eyes spring open in an instant, a new wave of intensity washing over you, seeing Niran once more. "Fuckfuckfuck." 

"His dicks so hard, he wants you so bad." Gabe chuckles as he directs your attention to the blonde's erection. 

"Yeah?" 

"Well, she does have a hand and mouth free." Niran chances his luck with a daring smirk. 

"Not anymore." Gabe changes position, pinning your arms behind your back with one hand, and using the other to stuff your mouth full with his fingers. He forces your head down and fucks you into Niran, your cheek cushioned on his thighs, so close to his hardness. You can't help but moan around Gabe's fingers.

"So selfish." Niran chuckles, a sense of confidence and teasing returned to him. 

You're still in disbelief that he seems to have been goading Gabriel all along. 

"Selfish?" Gabe spits. "Says the man making moves on what's mine." 

Niran meets Gabriel's eyes, the look he gives completely sultry. "In my defense, I wasn't only going to make a move on her." 

Gabriel stills suddenly, and you can't help but whine. 

"That so?"

Niran nods and Gabriel pulls out, leaving you fluttering around nothing as he stands. 

"On your knees." He orders, and assuming he's now going to claim your mouth too, you comply. He follows up with another command. "Both of you." 

"Gabe, are you—" You glance nervously between the two, once more concerned for Niran.

Yet, once more too, Niran complies—falling to his knees with a satisfied grin. 

"Show him how I like it, cariño." Gabe's hand settles into your hair as he guides you closer to his cock. 

You bring a hand up to stroke him, as you get to work worshiping him with your mouth. 

His head falls back in pleasure, as your practice tongue lavishes his head with attention. 

"You want your turn?" He grunts to Niran, giving him his attention as you pull away. 

"Please." Niran's voice is almost a whine, a tone you haven't heard from the man yet at all. Yet it matches the reverent look he has in his eyes.

"At least you have some manners now. Help him, baby."

You move Niran's hand to the base of Gabe's cock, as the two of you inch closer to the head. 

 "That's it." 

Yours and Niran's lips brush against each other as you both suck at the tip of Gabriel's dick, your eyes locked intensely. The strange intimacy sends a shock wave through you, along with the pleasure of feeling his lips against yours. 

Niran's tongue flicks out across Gabriel's tip as he seems to savor the salty flavor.

You shouldn't be surprised when Niran stops sucking and slips his tongue into your mouth, but it takes you a moment to catch up. Your eyes fall shut, and you get lost in the moment as he makes love to your mouth like he was to Gabriel's dick just moments prior. 

"That's enough." Fingers tug at the roots of your hair, and you assume the same is true for Niran. "You wanna kiss her, do it on my dick." He growls, and the two of you get back to work.

You're torn between the two men's gazes— Niran's lidded and lusty, while Gabriel's is hard and commanding. You can barely believe it's happening, but have little time to think as you and Niran conspire to bring Gabriel to his finish.

His hand guides you in tandem up and down his length, slickness and spit coating the skin. 

"So much better when your mouth's full, and you can't flirt with my fucking girlfriend." Gabe laughs, a hint of cruel indulgence in his voice. "Fuck, I'm close." 

Niran's eyes seem to light up at the idea of getting Gabriel's cum for himself, yet he's pulled off Gabriel's cock a second later. 

"If you think you're getting my load..." He chuckles once more. "Jerk me onto her tongue, pretty boy." 

"Gabe." You whine, your words warped around the way you slip your tongue out of your mouth obediently. 

"It's all for you, cariño." Gabe groans as Niran's slender fingers work at a furious pace on his cock. "Catch it with your tongue, maybe he can get the sloppy seconds." 

Niran's pace quickens at the filthiness of the comment, pushing Gabriel even closer. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" He groans, biting his lip in the way you know means he's right there. 

"Please!" You beg, your words and sweet doe eyes pleading for his release. 

Niran accompanies you in the begging, and Gabriel begins to spill all over your tongue with a harshly shouted groan 

"Fuck..." He moans, coming down from his high as Niran's fingers slow down before stopping completely. 

Gabriel strokes your hair lovingly before he cracks with a smile of mercy. "Kiss him, baby, give him something at least." 

You can't help but comply, surprisingly eager to share the moment with Niran once more. You cup the blonde's face before sharing a sweet, filthy kiss with him, one that ends in both of you swallowing parts of Gabe's load. 

Niran pulls away first, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more before parting with a satisfied smile. Gabriel's hand strokes through his hair, too. 

"You okay?" Gabe asks, his eyes softened and gazing at you adoringly.

You giggle, a strange euphoria coursing through you. "I think so?" You're more than okay, yet undeniably a little confused and uncertain about the boundaries you all just crossed.

Gabe's attention turns to the blonde, the softness he was displaying remaining. "Niran?" 

"I'm fine. Better than fine" He replies with a smile before it drops to a playful pout. "Though I thought you'd at least let me finish." 

Gabriel laughs heartily, before a smirk sets on his features. "Then I wouldn't be putting you in your place." 

"Not like I got to finish, either." You giggle.

Gabe smirks. "I'm not done with you." 

A strange yet comfortable silence descends on the room, as Gabriel tucks himself away, and you try to catch your breath. 

"I should take my leave." Niran announces, standing up from his kneeling position. 

You tug at his wrist, concern washing over you. 

This undoubtedly changes everything, especially when the circumstances surrounding this were so murky. "Niran?" 

"Don't worry." He smiles earnestly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, before his fingers reach out to brush across Gabriel's hand and the two men share an uncharacteristically tender look. "Enjoy the rest of your night." He's entirely sincere, and holding no bitterness or regret as he pulls away 

"Night Niran." You whisper, still somewhat in disbelief. 

"Night Y/N, Gabriel." He calls out, as he makes his way to the door and disappears into the night. 

You and Gabriel wordlessly move to the couch, him pulling up your shorts and settling you in his lap—safe and secure in his arms. 

"Uh, that was... unexpected." You giggle, nuzzling into his chest. 

"Too much?" He questions, trying to sit up to get a look at your expression.

"No, not at all." You answer honestly. "A heads-up would've been nice, though."

"I wasn't planning on it. Not tonight anyway." 

You cuddle back into his chest, both amused and confused. "I didn't know you were that jealous." 

"I'm not." He mutters, a clear lie. "He wanted in, that's all I'm willing to give." 

You gasp in faux offense, "So you get your dick sucked, and I just get a kiss!?" 

"Who's jealous now?" Gabe smirks like a bastard as he strokes your hair. "You got three kisses, actually. But, I can call him back, have him lick your pussy... but only while I'm fucking you." 

"Maybe another time." The thought makes you tremble, with that idea being even more dominating than what you just did. "Gabe?" 

"What?" 

A shit-eating grin of your own spreads across your face. "I didn't know you were into prettyboys." 

[soulofapatrick]

Call me your Baby Girl - Gabriel Luna x Reader (slight OC)

Summary: Bella posts a behind the scenes photo dump that has you and Gabriel admitting your feelings for one another

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: F!receiving oral; handjobs; teasing

Notes: Gabriel needs some stories too! I absolutely adore Pedro but just look at this man... he is fucking perfect and needs the same appreciation - also I needed a fc for the insta posts but can be ignored (each nine is one post) 

Y/N’s POV 

“I come bearing gifts,” Gabriel sits next to me as I pull myself up from my nap on the couch, the blanket still wrapped around me as I take the coffee from my co star, leaning my head on his shoulder as I try to wake up. He just shifts a bit so he can wrap his arm around my shoulder so I can lay comfier. We’re filming for The Last of Us and it’s very non stop, especially in the below freezing temperatures of Canada so I’ve found myself falling asleep a lot. Nobody seems to mind, Pedro and Gabriel just keep checking up on me as I don’t do too well in the cold, even wrapped up and with a blanket. 

“I love you,” I mumble to the Texan, pressing an innocent kiss to the first bit of skin I can find which is his neck, feeling him shiver beneath me, “If you’re cold, we can-“

“It’s okay, ‘m not cold.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of my head before pulling me closer. He pulls out his phone and begins surfing social media while I just people watch, sipping my coffee which is exactly how I like it. Crew and cameramen are buzzing around and preparing the set for the next few scenes we’ll be filming today, technically I can go back to the hotel if I want as I’m done for the day but I like the company and busyness of everything compared to just sitting in my hotel room, waiting for one of my team or fellow actors to come and get me for dinner. 

My coffee cup empties too quickly for my liking and Gabriel’s chuckling, warm and loving when I shake the empty cup and grumble before putting it on the floor by the sofa. His safe arms wrap around my waist and pull me back against his chest with a surprising shriek but I don’t pull away or struggle because I’ve had the biggest crush on Gabriel since I met him at the table reads. He’s just such a warm-hearted and open person that I couldn’t help falling for him and Pedro knows, of course he knows. Pedro very quickly learnt how to read me like a book which is both parts frustrating and nice as I don’t really have to tell him how I’m feeling but it means he can pick up on things like me becoming flustered around Gabriel. 

Pedro’s been trying to get me and Gabriel alone together a lot the last week calling it bonding time as we’re filming episode six and I play Gabriel’s character’s wife - Maria. It’s my first big role in a show and for it to be in a show like this? I have been shitting myself ever since I got the casting call telling me I got the job. I met Pedro and Bella first and oh I would die for sweet Bella. They quickly became a younger sibling figure to me and they can be found in my trailer a lot as they finds it a safe space and I really don’t mind the company. They're vert sweet and funny, always cracking jokes and making up nicknames for everyone. Their bond with Pedro’s bond is to die for and I just love watching them interact, the way he calls them his ‘Bellie’. Someone needs to give Pedro a baby girl of his own I swear, he is such a girl dad, adopting strays as he goes along but the bond he and Bella has? That’s for life, for sure.

“What’s going on up there?” Gabriel squeezes my sides a little to get my attention and I’m turning to face him, smiling softly as he tilts his head in curiosity. His hand captures mine and all I can focus on is the way his thumb rubs across my knuckles comfortingly when there’s a loud bang from whatever they’re filming now as I can’t not jump. I’ve always hated loud noises and the team quickly found that out when it took a few tries filming certain scenes as I would jump but the set crew never got angry at me, telling me it could all just be added to the blooper reels. I’ve never been on such a nice set with so many kind and thoughtful people before as most directors want to get the shooting done and I’ve met some who are very anal about it all.

“I like your curls.” I blurt out, raising a hand to twirl a strand around my finger, “Don’t ever get rid of them.” 

“Yes ma’am.” It’s my turn to shiver when he speaks in that deep southern twang. It always has me melting on the spot, especially when he says pet names like ‘baby girl’, it just rolls of his tongue like honey and I’m jelly at his feet. If he called me baby girl I’d do anything he said. Pedro found this out when Gabriel was talking to Neil and was told to say a line that included the pet name. I grabbed Pedro’s arm and he took one look at me before throwing his head back in a hearty laugh that had me smacking his arm and turning a shade of scarlet. The things Gabriel does to me without knowing it. 

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The knock at my trailer door scares me until Gabriel pokes his head in with a cheeky grin on his face as if he’s done something he shouldn’t have. Before he can speak my phone buzzes, pausing for a second or two before it starts buzzing again and doesn’t stop. Someone’s tagged me in something and the fans are going crazy and I don’t really want to touch my phone until the notifications slow down so I reach for Gabriel’s phone as he sits next to me. 

Bella’s posted a photo dump from the last two episodes and on the last slide is a picture of what I know is me and Gabriel asleep on one of the set’s sofas, his arm thrown around my waist and face buried in the back of my neck but our faces are cut off as if to protect our identities. It hasn’t worked out as well as Bella’s tagged us in the picture. I should be mad but I can’t be because Gabriel’s looking at me, umber eyes full of warmth and something else. They flick down to my lips and back up, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip and I’m putting his phone down to cup his cheek in my hand. My thumb ghosts over his damp bottom lip and he drags a gasp from me when he draws it into his mouth, tongue cautiously brushing across the pad of it. 

I don’t think I breath until he’s holding my face in his hands, letting my thumb go so he can bring his face close to mine, lips hovering over mine. I close the gap, letting my eyes fall shut and just take in the softness and sweetness of his velvety lips moving against mine. No fireworks go off or anything cliche but I think I fall a little more with how gentle and caring his kisses are, his hands holding me as if I’ll disappear if he lets go. All I can focus on are his lips on mine and the fact he’s kissing me, why is he kiss me of all people? 

“Someone told me you like being called baby girl.” He whispers when we part, voice low and I can’t stop the moan leaving my throat, causing him to smirk proudly while I turn my head away in embarrassment. His thumb and forefinger grip my chin, making me look at him again, “You don’t ever stop making sounds like that for me baby girl.” 

He’s capturing me in another kiss, this one with more passion and want as he gently lays me back, fitting between my legs perfectly. It’s nice, the weight of his body settling over mine like it’s meant to be there. My heart flutters when his hand that’s not holding his full weight off of me trails featherlight down my sides until it slips under my shirt and massages the skin lovingly. It draws a whimper from me, his lips turning into a smile and breaking away from mine to trail scorching kisses down my neck, biting hard when he finds that soft spot just below my jawline, causing my breath to hitch. There’s nothing rushed about this, just exploring my body as if trying to memorise it and find all the parts that make me whine. 

I want his lips on mine again so, with a random burst of confidence I tangle a hand in his soft curls and draw him back up into a kiss. He comes willingly, a low sound leaving his own throat when I accident tug at his hair and I store that away for another time. He’s so hot and this is the beginning of what I’ve dreamed of but I don’t want to rush any of it, I’m pressing my hands to his chest and he understands, pulling back and hovering over me with concern on his soft features. 

“I don’t want to rush anything,” I cup his cheek, smiling as he leans into the touch, “I-I don’t know how you… I want this… I want us but slow.” 

“I can do slow baby girl,” He moves so we’re laying, facing each other instead. He reaches out and brushes a stray hair out of my eyes, “I would wait forever if you needed that baby girl.” 

Fuck.

*

It’s been a few weeks of Gabriel and I sneaking around now, not ready to tell our cast mates or the world about us yet but somethings different today. Waking to see him still asleep, face soft and peaceful with a gentle smile on his perfect cupid bow lips has my heart aching to tell the world he’s mine. This sight is mine and mine alone and I want to scream it from the rooftops. 

He’s letting out a small sound of surprise when he’s awoken by my lips on his and my hand caressing his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the deep umber colour, “Well, good morning to you baby girl.” He’s rolling on his back, pulling me on top of him and I sit up so I’m straddling him, wetting my lips at the sight of him below me and the feel of his firm hands on my hips. 

“Shower,” I’m blurting out and his brows crease before his just watches my hands run down his chest, nails dragging a little and it draws a gasp from him, “We have to be on set later so we should shower.” 

“We?” He asks, voice rough from sleep and eyes slipping over my body, only covered by one of his tee shirts and a pair of my underwear. He’s surging up, moving those strong arms to wrap around me instead when I nod, capturing me in a deep kiss that has my lips parting in surprise. It gives him the opportunity to swipe his tongue over mine, my heart fluttering and hands finding his hair. The sound he lets out is dirty and I’m nibbling at his bottom lip, a gasp ripped from me when he secures me against him and climbs out of bed, heading for the bathroom. The counter cold under my bare legs, Gabriel chuckling when I refuse to unwrap them from around his waist, grabbing the back of my neck and drawing me up into a dirty kiss, “I gotta turn the shower on if we plan on getting in.” 

Slowly, I unwind my legs, watching the way the muscles in his back ripple under his sun kissed skin as he turns away and leans into the shower to turn the water on and find a suitable temperature. Soon enough he’s back between my legs, freckles standing out on his cheeks and I just want to stare at them forever but his nimble fingers are fiddling with the hem of my shirt, umber eyes searching my face for any hesitation. It takes a deep breath from me before I’m raising my arms for him to rid me of my shirt and there’s a hitch in his breathing. I can’t look at him, wrapping my ams around my middle self-consciously but he’s pulling them away, rough pads of his fingers trailing over the bare skin. Daring a glance at him I almost cry as he’s admiring my body the way you would a world famous painting, lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling quickly, eyes full of …love. He glances up, meeting my shy gaze before he’s moving forwards, lips covering my nipple and drawing a soft sound from me as I arch into the pleasurable feeling. My hands fly to his shoulders when his hand moves to roll the erect bud of my other nipple between the pads of his fingers. 

“G-Gabriel.” I gasp out when he moves his lips a little higher, beginning to scatter hickeys up my chest and neck, in places only he’ll see as well place I’ll never be able to cover up. The knowledge he wants to show me off to the world like that heightens all pleasure he’s giving me, his lips brushing down my stomach and teeth grazing my hips now. His hands are guiding me off of the counter as he lowers to his knees, fingers dipping into the waistband of my underwear. I think I almost come then and there when he looks up at me, lip between his teeth, umber eyes almost black and blown out, silently asking for permission. I just tangle my hand in his luscious curls, tugging enough to elicit a moan from him and my underwear are on the floor before I can reach. 

I’m tensing instinctively when his warm breath ghosts over my wet and aching core, his fingers kneading the flesh of my thighs to get me to relax before he dives between my legs like a starved man. The moan he lets out sends shocks through my core and up my spine, blanking my mind and I’m having to grip the counter for stability. His tongue licks a broad stripe between my folds and I stifle my moan but he’s pulling back, voice husky, “I wanna hear you baby girl, moan for me.” Fuck. Two fingers are suddenly plunged into my aching core, causing my back to arch up and I think my eyes roll back into my head when Gabriel focuses his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue over it before sucking, hard. My hand tugs at his hair as my thighs begin to tremble at the building climax, hips trying to move away but his hands press my hips against the counter, holding me in place as he hums against my sensitive clit. My walls begin fluttering around his deft fingers, a moan escaping me so dirty I’m blushing and my thighs are clamping around his head as I ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and fingers not stopping until my hips are struggling to shimmy away from oversensitivity. 

“Fuck me darlin’ I could stay between your legs forever.” His voice is so wrecked I’m feeling all hot and bothered again, especially with the way he scatters sweet kisses back up my body until he’s crowding me against the counter and drawing me into a dirty kiss, my hands flying to this firm and defined chest. I run my nails lightly down his abs like before, watching the skin raise and red lines follow in their wake. His head falls to my shoulder when I push his boxers low enough for him to kick off and stroke the thick length once. I’m not ready for the blow job stage so I lick my hand before wrapping it around his length, watching the way the angry and red head is leaking precum that I smear with my thumb. His nails dig into my hips as his lips press panted and open mouthed kisses as I begin to jerk him off, listening to the sounds he makes it gauge how to move my hand. His hips bucking up with every down movement of my hand until his thighs are flexing over and over again, my name drawn from his lips in a moan and he’s spurting thick ropes over my stomach and chest. 

“Shower time I think,” I mumble and he huffs a laugh, nodding against my shoulder as he catches his breath. He doesn’t let me go as he guides me into the shower both of us happy and sated. 

*

Gabriel’s settled above me, lips moving lazily against mine and hands kneading any flesh he can get them on. We’re due back on set any time soon but neither of us could wait until later, very much understanding what the honeymoon phase means now. My makeup artist wasn’t very happy with the hickeys she had to spend extra time hiding but she didn’t question me about who gave them to me unlike Coco. Coco is Pedro’s hair stylist who is currently in charge of doing my hair as well as my hair stylist - Ollie - is sick. Coco grills me, trying to make me crack on who has been giving me these hickeys but I just spent the time glaring at her in the mirror until she gave up with the warning that she will find out. 

“Wish I could mark your pretty skin sweet girl,” Gabriel groans, fingers scratching lightly down my stomach to my hips and I want it too. I love the feeling of his lips all over my skin, scorching it and marking it as his. He pops the button on my jeans, fingers dipping and rubbing over my clothed heat, a smirk on his lips when they press against my chest, “Look at you, already so wet for me.” 

“G-Gabriel!” I whine, arching my back off the bed and rocking my hips down to get some kind of friction as he teases me, fingers just missing my clothed clit with every rub over my folds. 

“Hey Y/N- OH MY GOD!” Gabriel’s quickly moving, placing his body between me and whoever opened the door. I’m peaking over his shoulder to see Pedro standing there with mouth dropped open in shock before he seems to regain his composure, “Was gonna ask if you wanted to join me and Bella for lunch but seems you’re busy. Happy you two finally dealt with the sexual tensions.” The trailer door shuts and I can’t stop the laughter bubbling up, Gabriel quickly joining me until we’re laughing so hard our chests ache. 

“Guess it’s no longer a secret.” 

“Shall we declare it to the world?” 

“Sneaky post slipped into photo dumps?” 

“Sneaky post.”

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[thekrows-nest]

I scenario I just thought of with my dove that is kinda funny but also kinda ✨a n g s t✨

Imagine Krow trying to kidnap Gabriel or being really unhinged/possessive and Gabriel literally being a detective that can legally carry weapons just pulls out a glock and is all like "Listen here you short little shit-" 💀

Little short shit nhdabfghdf

TW for guns, implied violence

Aight I see that and raise you:

Krow seeing this, and even in his... very unhinged, deranged and very much lacking sanity state, just gives an eerie smile to Gabriel, seemingly unfazed by them drawing out the weapon. Krow is slowly raising his hands, almost as if to surrender (is that what he is doing? Please?) but instead, Gabriel only watches, with some degree of horror, as the now green eyed artist curls his fingers around the barrel of the pistol. That manic looking smile still on his face, his fangs in clear view.

"A-and...? W-will you s-shoot me? Right here?" He asks, guiding the gun with his hands to point under his chin, "here, and the b-blood splatters, f-falling like rose petals a-around us? E-even if I d-die, I will still be here with you. Always."

And if Gabriel is sufficiently unnerved by this (and somehow hasn't pulled the trigger), that would be when Krow quickly wrestles the gun away from them (oh, how frightfully strong he is, for one so unassuming), grabbing them in a hold before tossing away the weapon with a sigh. "W-won't be needing that. S-sorry, my B-Beloved. B-but not for that."

Something covers Gabriel's mouth and nose then, and a sudden strong, sickly sweet smell starts to overwhelm the senses. There might be a struggle, but gods, how was he so strong? "Rest now, r-rest. Shhh..."

[girl-next-door-writes]

Best Part Of Me

Characters: Gabriel x reader

Summary: Just two idiots who care more about each other than they will admit.

Word Count: 879 words

Prompt: best friends to lovers, kiss without thought, taking hands, dreaming.

A/N: This is for the amazing @sweetjedi as part of my ‘build-a-blurb’ follower celebration.

It had started out innocently enough, though perhaps not all that innocent seeing as he hadn’t actually told you what he had done. One night he had found you tossing and turning, clearly in the midst of a nightmare and so he did what any best friend with supernatural abilities would do, he entered your dream to see if he could help. Maybe there was some trauma you needed to process, maybe it was just the recurring dream you had about the giant spiders, whatever it was, Gabe had wanted to help. He had felt so proud when your body had stilled and your dream drifted into something more pleasant, meaning you could get the rest you so desperately needed. From that point on, however, he had taken to wandering through your dreams, just to check on you, certainly not because he had developed any feelings beyond friendship for you.

You bounded into the library of the bunker, a bright smile on your face which only grew when you spotted your favourite angel talking to his brother. It was strange, you seemed to have boundless energy lately and found sleep so much easier despite the million things that would race through your mind. Sleep was becoming your ‘safe place’, and you wondered if part of that was because you now always saw Gabe in your dreams. There was never any interaction, just the comforting presence and the occasional glimpse of him in the background somewhere, but these moments had you waking with a soft smile on your lips and an eagerness to spend more time with your best friend.

The soft safety of your dreams was a stark contrast to your reality. Another day, another hunt. You cautiously made your way through the creepy forest of nightmares, Sammy stalking in front of you and Gabe just behind. There was a noise, somewhere between a scream and a howl, off to your right and as you instinctively raised your gun, your free hand shot out to take Gabriel’s. Your heart pounded in your chest as you squinted into the gloom, trying to see if the creature was approaching. The usual fears which rolled over you during a hunt were there, only tempered by the warmth of Gabe’s palm pressed to yours as he squeezed your hand.

Gabe looked down at your interlaced fingers, a warmth growing within him despite the stressful circumstances. You trusted him, sort his touch to comfort you, man, how he wished he could tell you how much that meant to him.

It turned out the creature was not alone and as the pack attacked, Gabriel swore to do everything in his power to protect you. Afterall, you were his best friend. Best friend and nothing more.

Days became weeks, which became months, and still Gabriel stayed in this torturous limbo. He craved more but was terrified of losing what you had. There was no way you could love him as he loved you. You were beautiful and funny and sweet, and you could have anyone you wanted. Hell, you’d made an angel fall in love with you so how hard could it be for a human? He understood though, why you could never love him. The best part of him was you, so he settled for your friendship and being your protector. That would have to be enough.

He had been so focused on convincing himself you had no romantic interest in him that he missed the soft looks you sent his way. He missed the lingering touches and dismissed your sweet compliments as merely tokens of friendship. He never let himself believe there could be more to your relationship until you gave him a sign he simply could not ignore.

Sitting in the war room with Cas, he had been talking about a pressing celestial matter when he stopped mid-sentence, his body straightening up a little as he felt you approaching before he even heard you. Cas tilted his head, looking at his brother quizzically before he too noted your arrival.

“Hello boys.” You smiled brightly, “I’m just heading out for supplies, what are you two up to?”

“Gabriel has some important business to attend to in heaven and was asking for my assistance.” Cas informed you as Gabe seemed to be struggling to find any words.

“Right. Well be safe.” You hummed, leaning over and placing a soft, chaste kiss to Gabriel’s lips before turning and heading towards the door, only freezing in place when you got to the bottom of the stairs and replaying your actions over in your mind. Turning to face him, he could see the panic in your eyes, and he quickly closed the space between the two of you, wanting to reassure you that you hadn’t screwed up. In fact, you’d just done the opposite.

“I’m taking you out for diner tonight, so keep that in mind on your little supply run, baby cakes. Stay safe.” He smirked, and then leaned forward and pressed a less than chaste kiss to your lips, leaving you lightheaded.

“Gabriel.” Cas called, breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah, angel business.” He winked at you and then was gone, leaving only the memory of his lips on yours and a goofy smile on your face.

[magma-queen]

Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.

[cxffexngel]

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@volfinas​ || is it curiosity? probably not; this is something she is aware of, has always been aware of, since long ago when they had all been in canaan unaware of everything " you miss him greatly, don't you? " she just believes it is something that should be talked about, the absence of lucifer and their hopes of one day seeing him again // from gabriel oaisjdioada

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       It’s not something he gets questioned about that often, but it certainly is in his memory from different bonds that the current supreme primarch has memory of enough to easily form an answer in his mind, first. Even when his eyes lower at a freshly brewed cup for the former water primarch. Gabriel being the most concurrent sight between the four of the other elemental archangels that visit sometimes the airship, check on Sandalphon despise he’s assured the others it’s alright and that they shouldn’t - But much like... him; they care, unconditionally in their ways. And he likes to think he’s gotten better at ignoring that bitter sting of guilt that comes with that acknowledgement, it’s as easy as to bite down his tongue and let the numb ache and cooper taste soothe him in a completely wrong way that he’s sure the Singularity or the Girl in blue would nag him about.

       And is not really that much of a kept secret, truly. From a pile of unsent letters he was taught that it was a good way to convey what his core wanted to say but unable to deliver when the recipient of those letters laid well beyond these skies and stars, to gazing upon pinkish clouds at sundown, searching for something and someone that has long since left this sky, to the large white plume Lyra had been gifted but she later gave to Sandalphon who keeps it in a delicate crystal display upon his room. Promises and next times, a revenge for a cruel and yet beautiful world that had no mercy for the one Sandalphon still feel greatly has wronged Lucifer. And yet, he swore to see it through everything, ‘til the very end so he can have a lot to talk to once it’s time to visit that faraway place. ‘‘ ...Yes. ‘‘ Finally, he finds his voice. It’s low, a bit distant and with sorrows he hardly shares about. Talking to the primarchs it’s both reassuring as it’s a mystery to him. They have long forgiven him and yet there’s still pieces of his core that don’t understand why they care – but much like how he wonders why the Girl in blue and the Singularity’s own forgiveness, Sandalphon just deals with it. ‘‘ He deserved more than just a legacy. He... deep down, wanted to do what you all have chosen to, and settle. ‘‘ and yet here he is in his place. The very thing Sandalphon didn’t want to happen his own personal nightmare and blessing. The weight of so many wings and promises he feels he can carry, and some days crush his bones bit by bits - all when he wished that he could finally give the former Supreme primarch that little wish he had weakly whispered, when all he could answer was poison and angry bile when meet with the awful reality of his own actions.

        He misses him, more than anyone - the selfish part of his says in a low voice within the depths of his mind but goes unsaid, his core cries with the loss as his sleep is riddled in nightmares each time he dares close his eyes by night, he misses him so much sometimes the most the archangel can do is will his white wings away and stare at nowhere in particular until the voices of someone else can finally take his focus somewhere else before letting his mind wander too far. Calloused hands etched with cuts and scars, newer ones from mundane accidents as paper cuts healing to the duller ones from bites, scratches and holding a heavy claymore’s handle too hard cradling the cup Gabriel had asked for to settle it before her with great care, not a sound meeting his ears when it meets the porcelain, golden rimmed plate it matches with, and with the tip of his fingers slides the order towards her. ‘‘ He’d be sad seeing me like this, wouldn’t he? ‘‘ Adds, a little tinge of bitterness there but amusement too, an attempt of a jest where he knows some truth lies. He’s never asked how it was for Lucifer bonding with the others, he hasn’t tried much beyond when they invite themselves over, and there’s enough time between battles he’s called forth to when he opens the kitchen and serves others. ‘‘ I don’t ask for pity though, it’s my fault that all lead to this, after all. It’s my burden to bear and I promised to live this through all - maybe go hours talking about what I’ve seen and experienced from what he couldn’t. That’s... Something I can do. ‘‘

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Hello there! I'm not sure if you write for Gabriel or not. But if you do can I request a fic for him where he finds out he's the reader's favorite angel. Also if possible can this be for a female reader. Thank you in advance!

Aww this one was sweet <3 I hope you like it!

Warnings: Mention of reader's dead parent, fluff, traumatized Gabriel

Y/N had never seen Gabriel like this, ever. In the years that they’d known each other, he’d never been so…empty. Asmodeous must have done a hell of a number on him. He just sat there, eyes empty as he stared a thousand yards into the distance. Y/N had been on watch duty since he came, bringing him food and such. He didn’t really ever eat, but sometimes Y/N would just sit with him, talk to him.

Today was a special day. It was Y/N’s mom’s birthday, which she couldn’t find the happiness for. Years before, when she was younger, her mother had died and left her behind. It pushed her into the hunter’s life, and she had eventually found Sam and Dean. It had definitely been an adventure, and she wouldn’t change a thing about it. Even though she tried not to think about her late mother, this day was always hard since she wasn't able to get her off her mind. So, today, she decided to tell a story about her mother to Gabriel as he sat there. She figured he didn’t even hear it, so she supposed the story was more for her than anything. 

“You know, when I was younger, my mom used to tell me stories from the bible. She loved reading it and she loved teaching me the stories even more. You know what’s funny about it? I always asked for stories about, well, you. You were my favorite angel, and honestly? Despite everything, all the jokes and pranks you pulled, you still are. I mean, you’re a messenger of God. You gave people God’s word in a way they could understand and accept. You inspired me a lot when I was a kid. Then, when my mom died, I kind of lost faith, I guess. But the universe works in weird ways, right? Because now here I am, with the actual angel, Gabriel.” Y/N chuckled softly, looking over him with a sad glance.

He still just sat there, looking almost dumbstruck; he was in such a daze. Y/N decided to be bold, walking over to the bed to sit next to him. He didn’t move a muscle as the bed dipped underneath her. “She died a couple of years ago. But, in a way, I feel like she’s still with me through you. We bonded over your stories for so long. I think that’s why you’re still my favorite.” She gave him a slight smile, suddenly feeling awkward for what she said. “Sorry, that’s probably weird. I just wish I could actually talk to you, you know?” She stood, starting towards the door when she heard the bed squeak. She turned quickly, looking at the angel who now stood by the bed, his eyes holding life in them for the first time in a long time.

“I’m your favorite, huh? Well, can’t say I blame you, I am amazing, after all,” he smirked. Y/N all but gasped and ran over to him, looking him over. She was so excited to see him alert, she ran to Dean and Sam as fast as she could, telling them that he was finally back.

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Especially for an autobiography

***Reader Request***

Relationships - Fabulously confident reader x domestic dork Daryl. That’s right,  fabulously confident and plus-sized reader from Simply one of those days is back! Have fun, kids, and thank you for the request, anonymous friend!

Pronouns - she/her

Perspective - 2nd person You, 3rd person Him.

When - Alexandria, pre-Negan

Genre - fluffy and romantic! Also might could be a tad steamy; it’s the hormones. Daryl doesn’t mind. Y’all are married.

TWs - it’s not unsafe for work, but you are feeling rather...amorous. Otherwise, we have some crude language during Daryl’s POV

Word count - oh, let me have my fun

Masterlist for more stuff and thangs, and a link to. . . Kofi :D

Him

He couldn’t help but laugh when she dramatically flopped back onto the bed and sighed, “Ugh, I’m so tired!”

And as soon as he did crack up, she was quick to toss back, “Daryl darling, are you teasing me?”

But the pout she was giving him wasn’t serious, a fact proven by her wink as she flipped onto her stomach.

“Oof, apologies, my sweet,” she exclaimed before readjusting so she wasn’t directly on her stomach. “Can’t lay like that anymore, I suppose.”

“Y’okay?” he quickly checked, forgetting all about buttoning his shirt back up to jog over and kneel beside the bed.

“We’re fabulous, don’t you worry.” She hummed and gave him a look he’d very happily grown familiar with. “You’re so sexy when you get all concerned about us,” she purred, and reached out to lightly drag her fingers through his hair to pull him close.

Yeah, that was another thing about her being five months along.

Her own exact words regarding it were: “Lordy, every time I look at you, I want to yank your jeans down, mount you, and have at it.”

His cheeks got all warm as he remembered that particular afternoon. Both because he was currently (rapidly) getting in the mood as he felt her kissing his neck, but also because of the memory itself.

She’d accidentally said that—yes, that, the whole quote, word-for-word—right in earshot of most of the group.

Tara and Glenn were fucking rolling, and he’d never seen Abraham get so red as he wheezed alongside Carol and Rick. Even the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’—coughed awkwardly to try and hide his laughter from his spot in the corner.

Then Carl had come downstairs wanting to know what was so funny, and for some reason, Eugene had actually started to repeat the damn thing.

Luckily, Michonne spoke up louder, wiping her eyes as she told Carl that “Y/N was being funny about her hormonal changes.”

“You know how I have a flair for the theatric, sweet boy,” she’d told the kid with a wave of her hand and a shrug of her shoulders, even while covering her eyes in embarrassment and trying not to giggle.

Meanwhile in real time, his wife was very effectively getting ready for another round.

He wasn’t complaining.

By then on top of him, she breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, handsome, I won’t keep you too long.”

His hands were on her beautiful curves, savoring every inch. “Keep me all day, gorgeous, I won’t mind,” he managed to murmur back.

She hummed. Tossed her hair in that confident way he loved so much, and gave him a wicked little smile that turned him on like nothing else. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

You

He’s always so tender afterward. Even after you two ‘have fun’ in a less-than-tender place.

Mmm, like when you’d done it against the back wall of the house that time...or the other time...or that time in the garage on the work bench...or that time on his bike behind the building during that supply run...or the other time...or when...

Lordy, you had no idea how wildly randy you’d be at this point in your pregnancy. Granted, you’d been pregnant just about as long as you two have been physical. Honeymoon baby. When Maggie had correctly guessed the news, she’d playfully lauded your efficiency.

Anyway, for the past several weeks, you swear it’s as if you’re insatiable! In your defense, Denise said it’s entirely normal at this stage.

And, in your defense, your husband is exceedingly sexy, truly a work of art.

The thing that knocks your socks off is the fact that he’s only been at this for five months. He was a remarkable student. And just so...attentive. Generous, you might add.

And it’s so deliciously sweet that whenever you try to praise him about it, he shakes his head and mumbles that “You’re the one who showed me the ropes.”

You gaze down at him sleepily as you lay in bed together. His bare back with his scars and tattoos is showing the rise and fall of his breathing. His legs are barely covered by the sheet, likewise that stunning behind of his. And those strong arms you love to look at so much are draped around you.

You can’t get enough of this, how soft he becomes after. Pun not entirely intended...

And you’d be content to have him keep resting his head against your waist as you play with his messy, messy hair all day. His messy, sexy, rugged, masculine, even a little dirty hair—Lordy, you two only finished a several minutes ago and here you are gearing up again.

How can you be so exhausted and yet so ready to tumble again? You’d thought food cravings and some emotional ups and downs would be the standout of this adventure. Well, you certainly were mistaken.

Instead, you’re very tired and so very, very liable to get aroused.

So tired today, in fact, that you may even possibly, potentially, only maybe...

Oh, there’s no use in denying it: you’re too tired to go on the supply run today. Just thinking about it, you’re almost in tears at the idea of walking up all the steps and packing up boxes of books to lug back.

But you’re equally in near-tears at the thought that you won’t be doing so.

The supply run is to a library this time!

Well, it’s really to a fairly unpicked urgent care clinic abutting a dentistry office, but it’s a block away from a library! Your favorite place! And because you’re so thoroughly tired, all you want to do other than make out with your husband is read, which is just another reason you were so looking forward to going.

Worth a mention is that it’s high time this place had its book collection tended to.

C’est la vie, you suppose. This exhaustion is only temporary.

“What was that sigh for, gorgeous?” your hear him ask you softly as he kisses your stomach and finds your hand to take into his. You could feel the rumble of his voice reverberate through your body from where his lay pressed against yours.

“I’m just being a little dramatic. I’m not looking forward having to get up and put on clothes. Then, the thought of carrying of all those books back to the tru—”

“—Still can’t believe Denise ain’t barred you from doin’ stuff like that,” he grunts to himself, his hand now absently drawing lines on your thigh.

You gave an indignant hmph, then reminded him with a kiss on his head that “It’s considered safe because I’m not adding any strenuous new activities, only maintaining what my body is used to.” You take his hand into yours and bring it to your lips. “And I’m far enough along that it isn’t a big concern.”

Another kiss, then you rest his hand on your breast for safekeeping. “Plus, I’m not lifting as much as I used to,” you add.

His thumb begins to move gently back and forth over it. “And you've been real excited to get more books.”

“Have I ever. I miss my book collection so much. It was fabulous, Daryl.”

Among your collection, you’d had all of Austen, all of the Brönte sisters, all of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, an original copy of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird,’ and only the fancy-bound variety of Shakespeare’s plays plus a signed (signed!) copy of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”

You especially miss the book your mom gifted to you. It was an Evelyn Stuart Hardy illustrated edition from the 1910s of Jane Eyre, your absolute favorite book in the world! It reminded you of her like nothing else...it had been her favorite book, and your granny’s, too.

You’d packed it up and kept it with you after the world fell. It was still with you after most everything else you’d had was stolen.

Until you’d ultimately had to burn it during the winter, when you were still alone.

Not a day later is when you’d run into Beth at the stream. That’s when she brought you to Daryl, and just like that, they brought you into the group. The rest is history, but how you kicked yourself for burning it.

Straightening your posture even while reclining, you push your shoulders back and remind yourself that you made a necessary decision. You’d needed the warmth.

“The shelves here are woefully understocked, darling, and there are plenty of houses to fill up,” you begin to tell Daryl. “I was saying to Deanna just the other day how perhaps we could transform one of the empty ones into an entertainment venue of sorts, keep morale up. Library on the top floor—very convenient if one wishes to browse the stacks with her very handsome, work-of-art husband in private,” you hint.

Does he realize what he’s doing as he rubs his thumb over your breast back and forth like that? Eyeing him, you continue. “A movie theater type room on the bottom or perhaps in the basement, a gaming room, a music room, an art room with supplies in the attic!” You’re getting excited again just picturing it! “Wouldn’t that be so fabulous?”

You hum at the thought, then look down to find him gazing at you with the most...“Daryl? Please don’t look so utterly in love with me, you know how your being in love with me turns me on. And I might mention what you’re doing with my nipple?”

Him

He couldn’t help but snort again—and he stopped doing that thing with his thumb, obviously.

“Your being in love with me turns me on.” Hell yeah he was in love with her, it was impossible not to be. Other than being entertaining as fuck, her confidence and endless optimism had its own gravitational pull, she was smart, caring, and—shit—so damn attractive. And she liked him! That was the craziest part of it.

He’d probably let himself fall for her ever since that time she’d kissed him on the cheek at the outdoor goods place a year or so back.

It was either then or when he’d finally seen her again, after Terminus. It was because of what she’d said that made him finally realize it.

The words hadn’t even been to him, they’d been to Carol. “Alright now, you. Get yourself over there and hug your best friend. He’s missed you.” Those words, weird as it might seem, that was what made him see it.

That realization had been scary enough, so just imagine how he felt next. Her first words to him were spoken softly, so only he could hear.

“Daryl Dixon, I would like to marry you someday.”

And then she’d kissed him as if there was nobody else there at all.

Yeah. He's just glad that sometime after finding the reverend guy—sorry, ‘Father Gabriel’— that he’d gotten brave enough to finally bring up what she’d said. As much as he hated himself at that point in time, he felt safe enough with her that he couldn’t not ask. There was too much risk of losing her again.

“Y’know that thing you said? Before you kissed me that time, Y/N?”

“Which time, handsome?”

His pulse had been going hog wild. “...When I finally saw ya again.”

She’d smiled through her exhaustion, so much like that first day he’d met her. Winked at him.

“That was a very nice one, I must admit.”

And that’s when her eyes grew wide as she’d remembered exactly what she’d said before she’d done so, as well as noticed that he was nervously looking back and forth from her to the reverend guy.

“Oh!”

The morning they’d woken up in the barn after surviving that hurricane was almost when they’d gotten hitched. Almost; Aaron had showed up, though, so it got pushed back only until the group decided to go to Alexandria.

At that decision, she saw no reason to wait any longer. Neither did he.

“It’s just a pity we’ll need to wait until I can lay you down and show you my ‘form and function,’” she’d lightly teased in his ear as she wiped her tears away, fully aware that that time might never actually happen.

For all they knew, their marriage could have been as short as only that day, depending on what lay ahead in that place.

But, turns out, Alexandria was safe. A good place.

So, two days in, she’d brought him to a bedroom in the quiet part of the house, and...showed him the ropes.

And now, he and she had a kid. Honeymoon baby. He was so fucking excited about it.

Denise said in a month or two is when he’d be able to finally feel them kicking around in there.

“So, you’re tryin’ to bring home just how many books today?” he asked Y/N, scooching up from his nook against her waist so he could hold her in his arms. “The whole damn library’s worth?” he teased.

“I would have endeavored to make a dent, perhaps.” Was it his imagination or did she sound disappointed?

“Would have?”

She pulled his arm around her tighter. “I’m just too tired, darling,” she admitted quietly. So that was why she was down.

He curved his body against hers and breathed in the smell of her hair. He didn’t like it when she was down, seemed unnatural. “It won’t be the last time we go.”

“Certainly not. Sasha, Olivia, and myself were calculating just how many trips we might need to take to get enough volumes. Final estimation was three.”

The way she announced that made him grin. “But you had your hopes on comin’ today,” he stated more than asked as he wove his fingers in between hers.

“I did. Libraries and auditoriums are my favorite places. And, it’s simply been a while since I’ve ventured outside the walls. Well,” she considered. “Other than to check on sweet little Enid, she’s quite the escape artist.”

“What kinds of books were you gonna bring back?” he wanted to know. Because he was fixing to bring back every dang one.

But he felt her make a shrug as if it were unimportant, and then she waved it off. “I made a list, it’s on the kitchen island or the coffee table, if I recall.” It was kinda cute that she thought she could fool him into not knowing when she was disappointed.

“What are some of the things on it?” he pressed, gently caressing her belly.

He felt her shrug again. “The useful parts of the reference and how-to sections, especially agricultural ones for Maggie. Oh, and you’ll notice a note regarding a pasta-making book for Shelly.”

She shook her head in amusement. “I appreciate generous helping of homemade linguini myself, so why she hasn’t simply made some by hand to enjoy is beyond me. You simply roll it out flat and slice it, easy as can be, no machine required.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

He moved back so she could turn and face him. “What else?” Come on, tell me what you want, gorgeous.

“Nothing, that’s all it takes to make homemade pasta.”

He grumbled only a little. “I meant the books, Y/N.”

She gave him another playful pout, then went on. “The teens and children here need some new reading material. Glenn will know which comic books are best, and he knows what Carl’s into. Oh, and our sweet Beth adored choose-you-own-adventures, so the kids will really enjoy those, if you find any.”

Fuck. He winced when she mentioned her name. That poor fucking girl. Losing her had been like losing Sophia all over again, but somehow worse because that time, it was undeniably his fau—

“—I can feel where your mind has gone, and as your wife would ask you to not think those things about yourself,” she told him firmly.

And after pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek and reminding him that she loved him, she resumed telling him more about the list.

“Tara could use one or two or several books on tape. She enjoys real histories, but reading is off limits until her concussion is healed more, so she was lamenting the other day. She’s bored to tears and going stir crazy.”

“I would be, too. Must suck.”

“There’s C.S. Lewis for Father Gabriel, ‘The Art of Peace’ for Morgan so he can have a backup copy. Carol and Rick enjoy Agatha Christie, Rick prefers her Poirot series. And Rosita has been very down, as you know, but she once mentioned a joke Fluffy told, so if the DVD section had any of Gabriel Iglesias’ stand-up specials, I was going to take them.”

Was Y/N gonna say what she wanted, though? 

“And um,” She giggled and shook her head. “I was more of going to tease Eugene by taking him home an entire encyclopedia. Oh, and I just found out that Michonne is a fan of cozy mysteries, too! I thought she’d be more the Stephen King variety, but no.”

Okay, finally something Y/N was into: cozy mysteries. Cozy mysteries...um...“What are cozy mysteries?”

“They’re in the mystery section—”

“—Stop,” he snorted.

“In the mystery section, but you’ll know them by their absolutely fabulous titles. They’re all puns!”

Puns. Okay. Um… “W-what kind of puns?”

“I’ve read a lobster shack themed one with the title ‘Drawn and Buttered,’ and Scotland themed one called ‘Under Loch and Key,’ so on so forth.”

Huh. Interesting. He’d bring back some if he could find them, he guessed. Sounds kinda cute.

“Tell me about what you want.”

Believe it or not, she’d somehow managed to toss her hair while laying there, then angled herself to look at his face.

“I was, handsome.” She winked. “Though...”

You

You feel bad for relaying your list of things to Daryl as if he were a servant or as if you were a woman who thoughtlessly ordered her man about.

Maybe it’s your pride speaking, but having him search around for your favorite book(s) is a little too much for you to accept when you’re still so disappointed that you can’t go yourself.

You’re used to being very physically strong, so this stage of exhaustion is a change you’d prefer to ease into, rather than dive into. And you hypothesize that your beloved Jane Eyre would say the same.

“C’mon, let me bring you back at least one book. Just one, gorgeous?”

...You suppose you can mention your genre of choice, at least, especially when he’s asking so earnestly.

“If you bring me back a nice, clean historical romance, I won’t object. Please steer clear of the harlequin section, darling.”

“Done,” he’s quick to announce. Until he sounds confused as he repeats, “Harlequin?”

“The bodice rippers,” you clarify.

“Bodice-rippers.”

You smile, and twist your body so it’s once again flush to his, lay his hand on the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, then arch your back and stick our your chest to make a pose.

“The books covers look somewhat like this, only the woman would have a gown or nightdress on rather than be completely in the nude.” With a light peck to his jaw, you simply must mention next, “And the man on the cover won’t look nearly as delicious as you.”

Which is of course why you next hear “Daryl! Y/N!” called from the main floor.

Him

“We’re coming, Abe! Allow us a moment,” Y/N shouted back.

“Golly, don’t tell us exactly what you two are up to!” was the undeniable voice of Carol that echoed next through the house, as did a very loud blast of laughter from Abraham. What are they, thirteen?

At least his wife thought it was funny. She’d even clapped.

“We were discussing literature, you! Keep your minds out of the gutter!” Y/N cracked up as she called back.

So, he groaned and got himself off the bed, threw his clothes back on quickly, and helped her get hers on. She’d almost fallen back asleep when he was looking for her socks.

Denise said how tired she felt was normal, though, as was the...other thing she was experiencing.

He thought it was gonna be cravings and throwing up like women had on like TV and shit, but nah, just sore boobs and being sleepy in the beginning, and now real sleepy and real horny were how it was going for Y/N.

It was good she was gonna stay home today. He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the thought of her going outside the walls too far with or without him. After what happened to Noah on that supply run, he just...

But he didn’t want to seem controlling or over-protective, so he tried not to protest too much. And she was just so damned excited about the library run, how could he tell her he didn’t like her wanting to haul boxes of books around?

Well, he thanked whoever was up there that she was too tired today.

Plus, now he got to surprise her!

Because fuck yeah, he knew exactly what book he was gonna bring her. It didn’t hit him at first, but he knew the perfect one.

Like, obviously he was gonna grab all the books and stuff on that list, but first thing he was gonna find was that one.

He’d read it in high school. Loved it. Reread it. Reread it again.

Got a good-ass grade on a report about it, too. Did it again the following year, wrote a whole new report and got a good-ass grade on that as well!

He didn’t even realize it was considered a chick book until some asshole made fun of him for it.

Well, fuck that guy, ’cause that book was the shit. And it was an autobiography, the idiot.

And just because it was kinda romantic and the main character was a girl didn’t make it ‘just’ a chick book.

Nah: it was about a kid who wasn’t really loved or treated well, who grows up and tries to stay decent but doesn’t really know what she wants to do, only what’s been kinda laid out for her.

She’s got big balls, a backbone, and the story ends up being a mystery wrapped in a drama and all of it ties together because she makes peace with her family and discovers a new one, then makes one of her own!

Who wouldn’t like that shit?

And, okay, this is dumb, but it was also really funny how the writer used the word ‘ejaculated’ in like every damn chapter. Not one time did that word mean what that word usually means, either.

The first time he saw the word just chilling there in an otherwise normal book, he almost snarfed up the beer he’d snuck into school he was laughing so hard.

Anyway, it was called “Jane Eyre: An Autobiography” and it was fucking amazing. And because it’s set like way back when and there’s a love story without tits in it, that’s fits the criteria of a clean historical romance, right?

Y/N was gonna love it so damn much. He almost asked her if she’d read it already, but decided he’d make it a surprise. There was some fancy wrapping paper he’d seen in Eric and Aaron’s garage, so he was gonna wrap it up all nice, too.

Such a fucking good book.

You

Maggie was a doll and made you a cup of your favorite wild mint tea while you were in the midst of sniffling on the couch about the supply runners having left.

That poor, sweet boy Sam came over shortly thereafter, and you were going to play Mario Party with him like you’d promised, but ended up falling asleep again. You awoke on the couch to find Sam sitting by you, albeit on the floor, between the recliner and the wall, reading The Phantom Tollbooth.

“I read that one when I was your age! Please lend it to me when you’re finished, I’d adore to take that adventure again!” you gushed.

He’s coming out of his shell more and more, but it’s very slow-going. You suppose that with a father like his, it was only natural, even if the man was dead now.

But today, Sam was comfortable enough to smile and start to tell you about his favorite parts of the book, which was excellent.

What’s also excellent is that you falling asleep while he was there seemed to have encouraged Carol to make cookies for him. It was plain to see that she was trying to keep the boy at arm’s length.

She’s terrified of becoming attached to another child for whom she condemns herself inadequate to care for. Her wounds run deep, especially in terms of Sam; she sees parts of herself in his mother.

So, that she gave in and baked for him and didn’t immediately kick him out once you’d accidentally taken a nap was a good sign.

The cookies were fabulous, by the way, and with the mint tea, it made the chocolate (chocolate!) rations taste that much better.

After that, you went on wall duty so you’d be somewhat productive today.

Your official job assigned by Deanna was as a recruiter of sorts; ease newcomers into life here, and go with Aaron, Eric or Daryl when pertinent to talk to survivors.

Only thing was, you hadn’t gotten any new survivors yet, so wall duty and supply running and some babysitting was what filled your days.

But it is nice that yours and your husband’s jobs are connected. He recruits, you welcome.

“Say, sheriff, what time is it?” you called down when you saw Rick taking Judith for a walk.

He looked at his watch. “They’ll be back in about two hours, Y/N,” he let you know you with a smile.

The thought of waiting two more hours got you weepy again.

Although, maybe you could manage to squeeze in another nap after your shift was over.

Him

The place had like 7 copies of that book! Would it be a dick move to take all of them?

Fine, it would. Okay, he’d just take...four—no, three. He shouldn’t be greedy.

That new-looking one was a no-brainer, so that one was coming. Aw shit, and that one had a creepy cover. That one was his, he called dibs. And...shit, look at the really old one. Book people like old copies, don’t they? Aw shit, it’s got pictures in it, too? Damn, these are good-ass drawings.

This is the one. It’s perfect.

Once those were tucked away safely, Glenn helped him find all the other things on her list.

Meanwhile, the rest of the supply runners browsed for stuff like zip ties, tape, and toilet paper, and were getting very distracted by all the books and magazines. And since there weren’t that many walkers in there, it was a good time.

He even remembered the title of the other book he’d ever really liked. It was another he’d read in school, called ‘The Giver.’ He liked that one because the kid mans up big-time and saves the baby’s life. Carl would probably like it, so he packed that up, too.

Then, Glenn popped up from the books-on-tape and DVD section and held out what might have well been a gold bar. Turns out, the British made a whole damn TV series about Jane Eyre six-ish years ago, and this library had the box set.

“My baby sister loved this one. She was in the stage version of it in high school,” Glenn shared with him quietly. “It’ll be nice to watch it again, and Mags will enjoy it.” He coughed a little. What was that smirk for? “That is, if it won’t be intruding on you and Y/N’s private time.”

“Shut up.”

You

...zzz…zzz…zzz...zzz...

Him

It was fine, he could wait until morning. Unless she woke up and wanted a really late supper or something...?

...But Y/N was sleeping like a log.

He slumped his shoulders.

Denise insisted that his wife was fine, checked her blood pressure, all that. He’d been real worried, is all.

Y/N did give him a “Why hello there, Daryl darling” when Denise woke her up to check on her, but she went right back to sleep after, and very happily, by the looks of it.

He knew she needed the rest, but he was also bummed that she was asleep when he got back. Really disappointed, but it ain’t like it was her fault. She had their baby in there, that’s gotta take a lot out of somebody.

He looked at the wrapped present on the nightstand. Eric did him a solid by finding a bow for it.

Then he looked at the copy of Jane Eyre he’d decided to keep as his own, the one with the spooky cover.

And then he felt only moderately like a dick for being excited that he could crack it open and reread it without any interruptions.

Like a kid finding a toy they thought they’d lost, he opened it up, flipped to the first chapter.

Oh yeah, there was the good stuff: “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”

That’s right, no long walk for you today, Jane, you get a break. Don’t worry, kid, I remember: you don’t like long, chilly walks ’cause it makes your toes too cold. I don’t like cold toes, neither, that shit ain’t no fun. Just sucks that your dickhead cousin is about to fuck shit up. It’ll be okay, you’ll get out of there.

Okay, kid, let’s see if we can’t get you out of Gateshead by the time I need to hit the sack...

You

When you woke up at 2:32 a.m. and needed to use the facilities like nothing else, you only knew that your husband was asleep in his clothes beside you on the bed, and that he’d apparently borrowed your booklight.

This didn’t phase you, and you went about using the toilet, washing your hands and face, brushing your teeth, and primping your hair as you normally would before bed.

What you learned after you came back was that he’d fallen asleep reading (and had rolled onto the paperback slightly).

That hadn’t happened yet in all five months you’d shared a bed and all of the two years give or take that you’d known him. It was also quite alluring to you, to say the least, and you felt delighted to have found one more thing to love about him as you grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and took a few gulps.

But what made your panties liable to fall off right then and there was that he’d fallen asleep while reading your favorite book.

Jane Eyre!

Still floored and frozen in place when his groggy “Hey” reaches your ears, you blink out of it, remember to swallow the gulp of water that you’d forgotten about in your shock, and smile back at him.

“Good evening, Daryl,” you are able to respond, returning your glass to the nightstand and crawling back onto the bed.

He’s got an arm around your waist in seconds and has his lips on yours right after. “How you feelin’, gorgeous?”

You make the executive decision to crawl onto his lap and straddle his hips rather than crawl to your side of the bed.

“I’m feeling fabulous.”

“You hungry? I can go grab food, there’s leftover—”

“—Stay here with me, sweet man.”

“Done.” It was dark, but you could see a lazy, shy grin light up his face nonetheless. “I, um, brought ya back somethin’.”

But before he could say or do anything else, you have to kiss him again. And a second time. Might as well do a third for good measure. And by  the third, you realize: he brought you ‘back’ something, not brought you ‘up’ something.

As in, he alluded to having brought something home, not to him having brought a snack upstairs earlier, as you initially thought he’d meant.

“You brought me back something from the supply run, you mean? Other than yourself alive and well?” you coo, nuzzling his neck, content to simply feel his heart beating against yours.

That explains that copy of Jane Eyre. How on earth he knew that was your favorite, you cannot fathom. Unless Carol remembered and told him at some point?

He must have been trying to read it before giving it to you so he’d be able to talk about it.

Your kisses get more frantic.

“Babe, hold up, let me grab the damn thing,” he giggles as you kiss that ticklish spot by his ear.

“It’s right here, handsome,” you let him know, intending to lean back and grab the book for him. That is, until he presents to you a lovely little wrapped gift with a bow on it.

What on earth?

Him

The surprised look on her face was reward enough, and she hadn’t even unwrapped it yet!

She looked almost bashful (Y/N, bashful! That in itself was something!) as she unseated herself from his lap and settled down beside him, taking the package and turning it over in her hands.

“I sense a book in here, I’m already thrilled,” she told him, and looked back into his eyes with that same surprised, almost kinda confused expression.

Finally, she began to unwrap it, so he was finally able to start telling her all about it.

“It’s this really old copy of this book. The story is damn good, I’m tellin’ ya. I even, um...” he trailed off. Shit.

All she was doing was staring at it. Hadn’t even unwrapped it fully.

Why was she just staring at it? Oh shit, and she’s crying. Shit, man. He knew she was hormonal and stuff, but shit, um, okay, what could he do to fix this? What did he do to cause it, though? He was such a fuck up—WHOA, never mind, now her lips were on his.

Kissing her was one of his favorite things, sure, but now he was the kinda confused one. She was crying while she was kissing him.

Over a book?

“Gorgeous, hey. Tell me what’s wrong,” he murmured into her ear when she stopped for air.

In response, she looked at him as if he’d just spoken gibberish.

“Wrong? Abs—absolutely nothing is wrong, you sweet, silly man!” She sniffed again and wiped her eyes before hugging the book to herself. She started kissing him again, too.

He was trying to gather the wherewithal to pull away and ask her again what was going on, buuuut he didn’t want to, not when kissing her was one of the best damn things.

Lucky for him, she ended up pulling back.

“Darling?” She broke out into that gorgeous smile and rested her forehead on his. “I had this exact edition. My, my mother bought it for me as a college graduation present,” she explained, slightly out of breath as she sat back up. “These are happy tears, don’t worry. Though, maybe a few unhappy tears because I miss her and dad but, oh my goodness, I’m so... I feel like I’ve got a piece of her back!”

For all that she just spilled, the best he could do was blink and ask “This same one?”

“The Collins Clear Press, E. Stuart Hardy Illustrated Edition. Oh, Daryl, I am feeling so many things right now!” She hugged it to herself again and sighed. “I had every work of the Brönte sisters, but no less than five copies of Jane Eyre. It’s my all time favorite.”

Okay. Okay, he felt better. So much damn better, shit.

But just to make sure, he had to check, “You like it?”

Yet another kiss was her first answer, followed by “Darling, I adore it.”

She then swallowed and pushed her hair behind her ears. Exhaled heavily, then drew herself onto her knees and—oh, okay, lovin’ this—straddled him again.

“Now, if you’re up for it, handsome, I would like to make very slow, long, drawn-out love to you?”

He made an unintentional groan by way of response, his jeans were getting tight. Oh right, he forgot to put bed stuff on. Pajamas, whatever you call them.

To which Y/N bit her lip and laughed softly. Tossed her hair the way she knew he loved so damn much. “But before I relieve us of our clothing, first I would like to know the mystery behind this.”

She leaned back to grab something…

Oh, his book. She’d grabbed his copy of—aw shit, had he fallen asleep on it? The pages got all bent.

Damn.

You

“If I have this copy, what is this one?”

“That one’s mine,” he tells you shyly. Or maybe he wasn’t speaking shyly as much as he’s getting out of breath because you’re lightly grinding your pelvis over his.

“You have your own copy, Daryl.” Not a question, more of a declaration, but you’re just proud you managed not to moan as you said it. Cool down, mama, let the man talk, you remind yourself.

“Just got it today. I took,” He cracked up and bowed his head as if embarrassed. “I took three of them. The old one was for you, there was a new one that I figured could go in your library, and that one I wanted to keep for me, I dunno.”

Perhaps you’re panting a little right now...“Oh, I think you do know,” you whisper back, endeavoring to slow yourself down. “Now, please tell me how on earth you came to want a copy of your own?”

He makes a shy little shrug. “It’s a good story. The book, I mean. I just, um, read it a bunch of times back in high school—mm, fuck!” he lets out an appreciative groan after you can’t help but buck your hips.

Ah, it's about time his hands found their way under your shirt.

“But, um, yeah, I just really liked it. ’Specially for an autobiography, those are usually so damn borin’—h-hot damn, Y/N,” he chokes out. Okay, you may have done that one on purpose...

You help him take your shirt off. “Everything that is coming out of your mouth, darling, is making me so hot.”

“I h-had a hunch,” he murmurs back with what’s almost a self-satisfied chuckle.

“May I finish removing your clothes, Mr. Dixon?

“Yes, ma’am.”

You’ll tell him that the book is entirely fictional and not really an autobiography later, because right now, you need to press your lips to his along with everywhere else that you can on his body.

Him

Judith was up real early today, he heard her squealing. She was almost walking on her own now, ain’t that wild?

Call him soft if you want, but he was so damn excited that another one was gonna be running around with her soon enough. His own kid, too, how insane was that? And maybe Glenn and Maggie would finally have one, too...

Hot damn, was he feeling soft this morning.

Kinda hard not to be. Y/N was still fast asleep with one thigh wrapped around his middle—oh, he’d just made a pun, didn’t he? Hard-not-to-be-soft. Wait, was that a pun or something else?

Y/n would know, is she awake yet? He looked away from the pages to check on her.

Nah, she’s still asleep. And shit, man, she was damn gorgeous whatever she was doing, just look at her.

Anyway, while his wife was still recharging and while neither of them had to get up just yet, he had gotten Jane all the way through her boarding school years and she’d just met the kid she was nannying.

It’s cool that this copy had footnotes, because he’d forgotten what the stuff the little French girl spoke meant. How do you even pronounce that stuff?

You

As you stretch awake, you have to make a little mmhm in appreciation.

“The first thing I see when I wake up is my husband reading our favorite book. Today’s going to be a very good day, I can tell.” You’re still exhausted today, but that’s alright.

The corners of his mouth prick up and his cheeks redden. “The first thing I got to see was you naked, so it’s already a real good one.”

Oh, how fabulous! He isn’t usually as forward as that, even in private. You’d say he even sounded proud of himself, which is in itself a triumph.

And after last night, oh, he has every right to be proud.

You reach behind you to grab your water glass from the nightstand and take a long, refreshing sip, then hop out of bed and saunter your way to the bathroom. Slowly.

When you turn your head back, you’re pleased to see him staring and adjusting his legs to hide the excitement you just caused.

After freshening up and using the toilet, you slip on some clean undies and pajamas, then pick up the copy he’d given you and clutch it to your chest before snuggling back into bed with him.

“So, how far did we get this morning?”

“Jane just asked Mrs. Thornfield-lady is there are any ghost stories about the mansion they live in.”

“Getting to the juicy parts.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Are you meant to head out again today for your official job?”

After a signature grumble, he closes the book and pulls you to him closer. “Can I bring this with me?”

“I won’t snitch that you’re reading while you’re out there.”

“I meant you, Y/N.” He pauses. “But I should take the book, too, s’good idea,” he grunts, almost as if to himself.

You lightly kiss his cheek. “Let’s get up, sweet man. All three of us need breakfast, and you, as much as I hate to say it, need to put on,” You roll your eyes and sigh in mock-disgust. “Clothes.”

Him

Not that he was good at it, but he was doing his best to try and flirt with her. She deserved all that romantic stuff. Part of him was just still in shock that she was into him at all.

“You sure you want me to put clothes on?” he teased under his breath. That was flirting, right?

He nervously glanced over and saw that she seemed to enjoy it. “I certainly do not. But I have something in mind for later. Would you like to hear what it is?”

Try to sound manly for her and shit.

“Y-yeah.”

Way to go.

“As soon as we’re both home, I would like to bring you back here...” Her fingers were trailing down his chest...then down his stomach…

...to where his book lay in his hands, upon which she tossed her hair and asked in the cutest damn way possible: “Then we can read for a few hours?” 

He didn’t expect her to go in that direction, and he was so damn in love with that woman at that moment he thought he’d fucking burst.

“That sounds perfect, gorgeous,” he chuckled. “It’s a damn good book.”

She bit her lip and and giggled, taking one of his hands into hers and kissing it. "Especially for an ‘autobiography.’”

[finnofamerica]

Waking Up Slow - Eddie Munson X Reader || Fluff / Angst

Summary: After ending up in detention, you end up making friends with an unlikely person

Word Count: 1,228

Date Posted: 08.25.2022

TW: Mentions of abandonment, loneliness, cheating, parentification of a child.

Note: N/A

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You were never the type to get detention. You were a cheerleader for christ sakes. You may not have been quite as perfect or popular as Chrissy, but you were just as well part of the group, adored by the basket ball team. You just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but that awful English Lit teacher had it out for you and refused to hear anything different. 

You had a singular detention buddy as you were stuck in the library, redoing the protective coverings on the entire paranormal fiction section. Trust me, the one and only Eddie Munson was just as shocked to see you as you were to be in detention in the first place. His offense? Tardiness. For the third time that week. You knew that because you were in his first period biology class, which he missed. 

“Y/l/n, Right?” Eddie asked as he plopped down on the floor next to you, in a home made Corroded Coffin shirt. You’d never heard of the band, you figured it must’ve been something you weren’t into. 

“Yeah.” 

“How come you’re in detention? Aren’t you in the group that never does anything wrong?” He asked. It came across dick-ish, but part of you knew that it was pure curiosity. 

“Because Mr. Fitz hates me,” You grumbled. “Fucking asshole. He probably off fucking Mrs. Lynde right now, not that her husband knows of the affair.” 

“Such a mouth on you, Princess. Not what I expected from the almighty cheerleading squad.” 

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, carefully pealing and resticking the cover you’d messed up. 

“You’d be surprised, Munson, not all of us are perfect like Chrissy.” You loved Chrissy, everyone did, but she was a tough act to follow. She was your best friend, but somehow you felt you always amounted to second best. “Aren’t you supposed to hate cheerleaders?” 

“I can always hate you tomorrow,” He shrugged, making you giggle, “There is nobody here to judge either of us. What happens in the library can stay in the library. Besides I wouldn’t want to damage your reputation.” 

That was the moment you decided you liked Eddie Munson, very much. He was not what you expected in the slightest. Everyone always told you that he was a freak, violent, scary. He was sweet, funny, caring. 

After an hour of small talk, the custodians came and left, all except the emergency lights went out, shocking you out of the book you were half reading. 

“What the hell?” Eddie wondered out loud, getting up and stretching his long legs. He rattled the library door, unable to get it open. “I think they locked us in here.” 

Your face went deadly serious, “You really think that Fitz left us here?” 

“If he was fucking Mrs. Lynde like you say he was, then there is a good chance he forgot all about us.” 

“I don’t have a phone.” You admitted. 

“The school phones block out bound calls without an admin code.” 

“I don’t wanna know why you know that.” 

“We’re stuck, may as well get comfortable, Princess.” 

You slumped back against the bookshelf, resigning yourself to the situation. Eddie took his spot across from you. 

“Are your parents going to worry?” He asked. 

“It’s just me and my mom. And No, she works overnights at the hospital, so, she’s usually gone before I get home from cheer practice, and back after I’ve left for school.” 

“That’s shitty.” 

You chuckled bitterly, “Yeah. It’s not really her fault though. She’s doing what she can to support us.” 

You realized how truly lonely you were. Even though you were “hot” and popular, most people never really cared enough to get to know you. Most of the popular crowd only cared about image and gossip, and tedded to bully others, intentionally or not. Others assumed that because you were a cheerleader you were dumb and wrote you off without ever having a conversation with you. Hell you didn’t even spend time with your mom most of the time. You made yourself dinner, did your homework without help, found your own way to school. 

“Eddie,” You found yourself asking, fiddling with your chipping nail polish, “Do you think, had we not been stuck together, you would’ve taken a chance on me?” 

“How do you mean?” 

“Getting to know me. Talking to me beyond the latest gossip.” 

He thought about it for a long moment. 

“Would you have taken a chance on me?” He returned your question. 

It was troubling. Would you have risked getting judged by those who were supposed to be your friends all for someone they told you was a freak? Would you have sought Eddie out, not knowing what you do now? 

Finally you nodded. “I would. If I saw you alone, away from the Hellfire club, I would.” 

“I’d be willing to take a chance on someone willing to chance it on me.” 

You smiled softly, blinking back tears of yours. 

“Tell me about DnD.” You requested, wanting to know more about the club and the game that so ostracized Eddie from everyone else. He smiled at you, explaining the general rules of the game, before launching into the campaign that he was running. You asked questions where appropriate. 

He asked you about cheerleading, wondering what drew you to the sport. 

“Not to get sad on you,” You chuckled, “But ever since my dad left I’ve felt so lonely with my mom having to pick up extra shifts, and Chrissy and I were always friends, she asked if I wanted to try out with her. So I did. At first, I loved the idea of belonging somewhere, being part of a group, but soon I realized that most people just care about their ‘popular’ image. I realized that they didn’t really care about me, I just made them look good, y’know? But now that’s where I belong. Y/n the cheerleader.” 

“If you want, you can always join us at Hellfire.” Eddie offered, “The guys might be hesitant at first, but we take care of our own.” 

“I think I’ll take you up on that.” 

“Wake up,” a voice prompted you, shaking both you and Eddie slightly. “Hey, were you here all night?” 

You felt a weight around your waist and warmth pressed against your back. It took your tired brain a minute to realize that you and Eddie were spooning. 

“Ms. Yates?” You asked quietly, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?” 

You knew the young librarian was always here earlier than any of the rest of the staff. 

“7am, dear,” The librarian helped you into a sitting position, a kind smile on her face, “Lets get you both some coffee.” 

You startled Eddie awake, narrowly missing his flailing appendages. 

You both sat in Ms. Yates office, as she called your parents, sipping on freshly brewed coffee. 

“I am going to be taking this up with the principle, believe you me,” She said to your mother on the other line, “Absolutely unacceptable behavior from Mr. Fitz, leaving two students locked in the library.” 

You were barely listening to the conversation, half asleep on Eddie’s shoulder. 

After another thorough questioning from the principal, you and Eddie were excused for the day. Leaving the school with something you never thought possible. A new perspective. 

Tags: @munsonthemisfit @eddiemunsons-girl

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Request for Blueycapsules Boseman Kids meet Grandparent Animatronic Y/N? Either Grandparent Y/N always comes in time to save them from stinky William or the kids playing with the very old Animatronic headcanon or one shot?

"Come with us [y/n]!”

“Yeah! It’ll be cool!”

“Pleeeaaaase?”

“Well, I can’t say no to you three.” You chuckled as Jerry grinned, carrying a big box. He nearly tripped and dropped it, but you caught it in the nick of time.

“Be more careful there, buddy.” Looking inside, you saw that it contained an assortment of pranking tools and other things. These kids were definitely expert pranksters. You got a good chuckle out of the traps they set up for William.

Honestly? He kinda deserved it, even after that springlock incident.

But when you saw where Cassidy and Gabriel were heading and realized they intended to make a “fortress” in there, a part of you was hesitant to follow.

They shouldn’t go in there at all. 

Not only was it off-limits to guests and animatronics (except in the case of repairs), but...good things never happened back there. 

You knew that very well.

Death only awaited them-

‘No..what am I thinking?! I can’t let this happen again..’ Your hand curled around your cane as you stared at the sign, before you spotted the Puppet lurking around the corner. 

“Save them.” You recalled her whispering to you last night, while you talked to the other animatronics about Boseman’s kids.

It wasn’t even that long ago that you met them. But you felt like you had to protect them. That you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them as long as he was around.

You’ve made those same mistakes with Susie and Fritz. You didn’t pay enough attention to either of them...and now Chica and Foxy were forever scarred. 

Freddy and Bonnie would never get their bandmates back.

They’ve lost their minds, tortured by the souls of those poor kids you barely got to know.

The Puppet knew that, too, and entrusted you to help whoever is targeted next. You just had a funny feeling that these triplets are on his list.

‘I will save them. He won’t harm them.’

Jerry was confused as to why you suddenly looked so stern, but he shrugged it off and happily took your hand. You blinked and looked down at him, smiling. He was so sweet.

You remember how guilty he felt after the incident, avoiding you for a few days before breaking down and apologizing for hurting Springbonnie. But you forgave him, knowing it was only just an accident.

What bothered you most was that your bandmate hadn’t been cleaned yet. He was still covered in his blood, but he reassures you that soon enough he’ll be good as new and Fredbear won’t have to worry about a thing.

As the days keep passing by...you aren’t so sure if he’ll ever be cleaned.

You tried not to think of that too much.

Jerry led you to the backroom, excited about whatever devious plan Cassidy has in store this time around. Apparently it was gonna be the “ultimate prank of pranks”. They insisted you took part in it, and you did as long as it didn’t injure him again.

Unbeknownst to any of you, William had noticed all of you walk through the door.

‘So they’ve been using it as a playroom...how convenient.’ He grinned maliciously.

Finally. He hated those brats since the moment they showed up in the pizzeria, making his life a living hell. This was his chance to put them in their place. To show them what happens when they messed with him and his creations.

Especially that little snot-nosed Boseman who put him in the hospital. He didn’t care how “sorry” he was for nearly killing him. 

The moment he triggered those springlocks, he forfeit his right to live.

All of them did.

After acquiring a kitchen knife, he went outback to discard his crutches, picking up his trusty crank pipe. Then he returned to the restaurant, scowling as he stormed through the backroom’s door, slamming it shut.

Injured or not, he’ll kill them all.

And he’ll make sure you watch.

.........

As Freddy, Bonnie, and Fredbear approached the closed door they froze, unsure of what was on the other side. The golden bear was a bit zooted, but even he understood you were in serious danger.

None of them have seen you, those Boseman kids, or William in a while. That scared him.

After seeing how erratic Chica and Foxy became after entering this room, and how Springbonnie was more reclusive than ever, he was anxious about what could happen to you. You’re the only “sane” member of the Golden Trio left--the only one without blood on their hands...or mouths, for that matter.

No amount of joints in the world will calm his nerves.

Freddy noticed a pin on the ground and picked it up, using it to unlock the door. Then the three of them exchanged glances, but ultimately decided to enter and walk down the long corridor.

They didn’t know what awaited them since this room’s layout was never programmed into them. So they had to be prepared for anything.

As they ventured further, Bonnie’s ears picked up the sounds of...

Yelling?

Crashing??

His eyes widened and he began sprinting down the hall, with the two bears behind him trying to keep up.

“Bonnie! What is that noise?!” Freddy asked, though soon he would have that question answered in the most horrible way.

All at once, the trio stopped and found the backroom in total disarray.

First they see the Boseman kids huddled together, crying and covered in blood. Next, they see William on the floor, who was being strangled by you.

Already your body was damaged, pieces of your casing sliced by his knife--which he stabbed into your arm in a vain attempt to hurt you. Yet you didn’t budge, as painful as it was.

You could only think of the kids behind you and protecting them with all your might.

“H-He’s hurtin’ [y/n]!! Why?!!” Jerry wailed as he sobbed into Cassidy’s arms, trembling violently.

“’cause he’s SICK!!! YOU’RE FUCKIN’ SICK IN THE HEAD!!!” She yelled at the bandaged man. “When can ya learn to take a joke?!!”

“Y-Yeah..ya douchebag!!” Gabriel sniffled with tears in his own eyes. “We w-were just messin’ around!! We would’a stopped if ya told us to!!”

“Well..you’re gonna stop alright. S-Stop permanently!!” William spat, though it wasn’t long before he noticed the trio of animatronics who had entered. And he seemed almost...awestruck, choking out laughter.

How extremely convenient was this? All of them foolishly running in here, trying to be heroes. 

Like that stupid fox.

You looked up, shocked that they were here. Why did they come?!

This is exactly what William wanted. 

“No!! Get out of here!! Get hel-!!”

But while you were distracted, William grabbed the crank and swung it across your jaw, causing you to recoil and nearly let him go. You could feel your jaw becoming loose, but you weren’t about to give him the chance to overpower you.

When he tried striking you again, you grabbed the crank and wrestled it free from his grasp. Amid the struggle it somehow whacked the side of his head, and you saw him immediately fall limp.

He wasn’t moving at all, though you had doubts he was dead.

Thank goodness he was still recovering from his injuries, or else taking him down would’ve been a lot more difficult.

Sighing heavily, you stood up slowly and took the knife away from him, staring down at the weapons in your hands. Freddy and Fredbear approached you in concern, and you turned and gave them the items. “Hide these somewhere. I don’t care where..just get them outta here asap. And one of you get the medical kits. Now.”

Fredbear grabbed the crank, while Freddy hesitantly took the knife. They quickly left the backroom alongside Bonnie, who ran to get the kits for you.

After dragging William towards the furthest wall and leaving him there, you fixed your jaw before you stumbled back to the traumatized Bosemans and knelt down. 

Seeing their terrified faces was enough to shatter your heart.

“He’s..out cold now. It’s alright-”

Jerry was the first to burst into tears, hugging you and sobbing into your plush chest. “I-It’s all my fault!! H-He...He hurt you and he was gunna h-hurt us!!” He bawled.

“Not just hurt us..blimey bastard was gonna slaughter us like pigs.” Cassidy gritted her braced teeth, tears streaming down her face. She tried yet failed to hide them with her sweater.

“H-He..He was..? I thought he was just..t-trying to prank us back! I didn’t know the knife was real.”

“Well..it was.”

“...we..w-we were all gonna die?!"

From the way Jerry got so choked up, you knew his sister wasn’t helping matters. So you huffed and looked up at her. “Cassidy, he wasn’t-”

“Don’t lie to us!! If he beat ya to a pulp, he would’a done the same to us!!” She suddenly snapped at you, scrambling to her feet and frantically brushing away her tears. “I bet ya knew..didn’t you?”

“What..?” You blinked in confusion, wondering what she was accusing you of.

“That’s why ya hesitated back there..’cuz ya knew somethin’ we didn’t!! Did you know he was gonna come here with a knife?!”

“C-Cass..just stop it.” Gabriel sobbed, finally finding his voice again. “It’s o-over..[y/n] couldn’t have known!”

“Why wouldn’t they?! Afton fucking MADE them!!” Pausing, she heard her younger brother’s cries grow louder and scowled at him. “Jerry get offa them.”

“B-But-”

“NOW!!”

She ripped him away from your arms, grabbing the nearby broom to hit you on the head. It barely did anything to you, yet you tried getting her to stop without hurting her in the process.

You knew she was just lashing out.

“Stupid robot!! YA KNEW HE WAS GONNA COME BACK HERE AND YOU DIDN’T SAY SHIT!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE...!! I-I....I hate...!”

Her attack didn’t last long, as she froze in place while you calmly stood up. She just stared up at you, sniffling. The tears in her eyes only grew larger. You gently took the broom from her trembling hands, setting it against the wall before kneeling down to hug her.

“I had no idea, Cassidy..” You whispered softly. "I didn’t know, and I’m sorry. I was made by him, but I am not with him. I will never be.”

Eventually, she lost all the fight left in her and slumped against you, sobbing and hiccupping.

As Gabriel witnessed his sister’s tough façade crumble, something in him broke and he ran to you in tears. Jerry returned to you as well, and for some time you consoled the three crying children, relieved they were alive and safe in your arms.

You weren’t sure how you’ll explain this to Boss, Phil, or anyone here.

But one thing’s for sure:

You saved them.

‘I did it, Charlie..I did it.’

[archerdaryl]

NSFW Alphabet: Daryl Dixon Edition

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been planning on doing the NSFW Alphabet for Daryl for a while, but I hope it makes up for my absence nonetheless. I’ve tried to keep it as in character as possible -- or at least true to my perceptions of his character. Please be warned that this has explicit sexual content. Other than that, enjoy!  ♡

A for Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After catching his breath, Daryl will pull you in close and ask you if you’re alright in that thick Southern drawl of his. You can tell how much he cares about you by the slight smile on his lips and the way he traces faint circles on your hip with his thumb. He never wants to let you go, but eventually he’ll get you both a drink and ask if you want something to eat. Sometime he’ll even help you get dressed or pull you into the shower. Daryl may not be the type of man to verbalise his affection, but he certainly shows it. 

B for Body Part (of theirs and their partner)

Daryl doesn’t think particularly highly of himself when it comes to aesthetics, but he does like his arms. They’re toned. They’re strong. Not only can he keep you safe, make you feel like home is within his arms, but he can also hold you up effortlessly as he thrusts into you. Whether it’s against a wall or simply holding you up in the middle of a room with your thighs wrapped around his waist, there’s no chance he’ll drop you. 

If he can’t choose your smile, he would choose your thighs. He loves the way they look and feel against his hands, the smooth supple skin and the curve of your ass. He often naps on your inner thigh as you read on the couch, using it as a pillow as he takes in the smell of your vanilla and peach body wash. What he loves the most, however, is the strength of them clasped around his head as he eats you out. He’d happily suffocate within them if it meant getting you off. 

C is for Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable coming undone inside of you. The fear of pregnancy aside, he thinks the world of you and nothing of himself. He doesn’t think you deserve filth like that, but little does he know -- you like his filth. The first time is an accident, but there’s no denying how good it feels and you soon join him in climax as if being filled with his cum is what pushed you over the edge. You kiss him over and over to let him know it’s okay, and from then on he finds it harder and harder to find the will to pull out. 

Your cum, however, he can’t get enough of. Nothing riles him up like slipping his fingers into your jeans and feeling how slick you are. Your cum is liquid gold as far as he’s concerned, nothing short of a drug for him from the smell to the taste. Knowing that he can make you feel like that is intoxicating. He only ever wants to make you feel good, to feel wanted and needed and for you to whimper his name while he worships you between your legs.

D is for Dirty Secret 

Daryl often fantasizes about fucking you on his motorcycle. He isn’t sure why, it may not even be particularly comfortable, he just knows it really gets him going. The only problem is that it’s so out in the open and anyone could catch you, but that’s not going to stop him if you’re willing to try. 

E  is for Experience (how experienced are they?)

Daryl is not particularly experienced. He hasn’t had sex since the world turned to shit and even prior to that it wasn’t something he obsessed over like his brother. When you first start sleeping together, he’s uncertain of himself and scared of hurting you but your gentle touch and sweet gaze are nothing short of loving. Thankfully, he is incredibly perceptive. His desire to please you drives him. He feels how your body reacts, listens to your whines and whimpers, and watches your face contort. You tell him what to do without even realising it and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t listen. 

F is for Favourite Position

Any position where he can get as close to you as possible. He wants to feel every inch of you, your breasts against his chest, your hot breath against his shoulder, the scrape of your nails down his back. The closeness he desires fills a void inside of him. He wants to overwhelm him, he wants to hold you close and let the world around you disappear. He wants to hear you moan into his ear -- no -- against his mouth as he desperately kisses you to try and keep you quiet. Whether it’s missionary or from behind, as long as he can hold you in some way he’s happy. 

G is for Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? or funny?)

Though he might laugh at your quips, Daryl generally takes sex quite seriously. He finds it incredibly vulnerable and to him it is ultimately a profession of love. Having said this, he can’t help but sometimes smirk to himself while getting you off. 

H is for Hair (how well groomed are they? do they like body hair?)

You might have preferences regarding your own body hair but Daryl doesn’t care about how well groomed you are. It’s the Goddamn apocalypse -- who has the time to deal with all of that? As for himself, he might trim here and there out of uncertainty (he isn’t sure what you prefer) but that’s likely the extent of his grooming habits. 

I is for Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Daryl is romantic without meaning to be -- he isn’t sure what romance is beyond a steak dinner and a bouquet of flowers and the world isn’t exactly built for that anymore. He loves to kiss you and hold you close and he often checks that you’re okay. Even during spontaneous or your more carnal fucks, he’s always conscious of your reactions and wants you to feel in control even if he’s the one taking the lead. 

J is for Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

It wasn’t often Daryl touched himself before you came along. Sometimes he did it just to release some tension rather than because he was horny. Prior to realising you reciprocate his feelings, he often lost himself in thought fantasizing about you only to get hard and frustrated. He thought about your lips, the way you might sound when you moaned his name, how your thighs would feel wrapped around his head or his waist. If he didn’t curse himself for being a pervert, he’d find himself touching himself late at night or in the shower. Now that you’re his, he doesn’t feel the need to masturbate at all. 

K is for Kink 

Daryl likes it when you pull at his hair. Something about the desperation of it and the sweet sting of his scalp only makes him thrust into you harder. Though he might not realise it himself, he also has a praise kink -- being told how good he makes you feel drives him over the edge. He wants to give you everything you desire and more and hearing you moan in approval only makes him fuck you harder.

He may be apprehensive about some of your kinks, especially if they involve hurting you, but you only have to explain to him that the way he feels when you pull his hair is how you feel when he spanks you and he’s suddenly willing to try. Other than that, he’s likely more than willing to oblige and partake in your kinks if it means pleasing you. 

L is for Location 

Daryl isn’t particularly picky about where you have sex. He just wants you to feel safe and comfortable. You often end up fucking on his couch, but there’s also been a couple of instances in the shower, once on Rick’s pool table, and plenty of times in the watch towers. You almost had sex in the chapel once, but Gabriel came in singing hymns and you couldn’t stop laughing.

Though he prioritises you above anything else, fucking you into the floor or even the ground outside really gets him going. It feels dirtier, primal even, like what God originally intended or some shit like that he can’t put into words. It feels like you and him against the world and that’s all he wants. 

M is for Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

It doesn’t take much for you to turn him on, but he loves it when you initiate sex. The reassurance that you want him as much as he wants you is everything to him and he’s more than happy to oblige. He also loves it when you wander around in one of his shirts after a shower. It hangs off of your body like a dress and falls to the tops of your thighs so that when you bend he can see the curve of your ass. You know this, of course, and sometimes don’t wear underwear just to drive him that little bit more insane.  

N is for NO (what they will not do)

Again, Daryl doesn’t want to hurt you and he certainly doesn’t want to disrespect you. He also won’t fuck you beyond the safety of settlement walls if he isn’t absolutely sure the pair of you are safe and cannot be see or heard.  

O is for Oral (preferences, skills, etc)

It’s a long time before Daryl feels comfortable enough to let you go down on him which is primarily to do with his low opinion of himself. He already thinks he doesn’t deserve you, why would he think he deserves to experience you like that? He gets in his head, working himself up into believing you think you have to give him head when the reality is you want to. 

Going down on you is Daryl’s favourite thing to do. At first he was a little uncertain, not because he didn’t want to do it but because he didn’t want to disappoint you. He enjoys every part of eating you out from trailing kisses down your body to feeling you writhe under him as he sucks on your clit. He often makes it his mission to make you climax before he can even think about fucking you so that he can feel you pulse against his mouth and lap up your cum like he’s been been without water for days. He’s obsessed with your pussy. He’s sure it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen -- besides your eyes and that sunshine smile of yours, at least. 

P is for Pace

How hard or slow he fucks you depends on the moment and your moods. In the beginning he struggled with keeping a steady pace, but he has always prioritised making you climax first. You find that he is often passionate, sensual, and slow after a tough supply run, as if he’s trying to ground himself and find home within you. Other times, he likes to spend his time teasing you until you’re dripping wet and begging him to fuck you hard into the mattress.

Q is for Quickie (does he like them)

Daryl prefers a real opportunity to have sex over a quickie, but when the opportunity strikes he simply isn’t going to say no. Many of your quickies have occurred in the shower or in the pantry, but you’ve also been known to make use of the barn -- especially when you want the freedom to make a little noise. 

R is for Risk (experimenting, taking risks, etc)

While Daryl is more than willing to experiment, the idea of getting caught by someone mortifies him. It’s too vulnerable and intimate. He’d likely lose his temper immediately if someone were to walk in on you two having sex, especially if they were in a position to see too much of you. 

S  is for Stamina

This depends on a number of things, like the mood Daryl is in and how his day went. Sometimes, he wants it to last because he’s trying to lose himself and find relief. Other times he simply wants to make you feel good for as long as possible, draw orgasm after orgasm out of that pretty mouth of yours. It isn’t often you have enough time in the day to get more than one round in, but when you do it tends to be filthy and carnal and he loves every second of it. 

T is for Toys

Daryl has little to no experience with sex toys which means you’re the one who has to introduce them. He’d rather use his hands or his mouth instead of relying on a vibrator to get you off. Watching you get yourself off, however, is another matter entirely, especially when it’s him you’re fantasizing about and his name you’re whimpering as you fuck yourself in front of him. 

V is for Volume

In his day to day life, Daryl isn’t particularly talkative and this doesn’t change much during sex -- especially in the beginning. He often swears and he certainly grunts and groans, but it’s only later on in your relationship when he’s more secure in himself that he finds himself encouraging you to cum as if making you tremble is what he was put on this Earth to do. 

He loves to listen to you moan and whimper. The louder you are, the better, but since you have to be careful he’s also learned to love trying to keep you quiet so that you don’t get caught. He especially enjoys hearing you say his name and telling him how he makes you feel. 

W is for Wildcard

Daryl isn’t into anything too extreme or unconventional when it comes to sex, however it surprises both of you how into ‘phone sex’ he is when you’re both apart and have no choice but to talk to each other over the radio. You initiated it as a joke, thinking he wouldn’t even try to entertain your nonsense, but he’s soon trying to keep himself from grunting down the walkey while asking you -- in so many words -- to tell him everything you’re thinking, doing, and wearing. 

X is for X-Ray 

It took a long time for Daryl to be comfortable being completely naked in front of you, though that’s more because of the scars on his back rather than his lack of self-confidence. You make him feel good, feel worthy, and he soon forgets how self-conscious he is when he’s with you. 

Y is for Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Daryl doesn’t have the highest sex drive, especially if you want to compare him to his brother, but it doesn’t take much for you to get him hard and desperate to be inside of you. You have a higher sex drive than he does, he might even tease you for it, but he’ll never complain when he gets to hold you close and show you how much you mean to him.

Z is for ZZZs (how fast do they fall asleep)

After sex, Daryl likes to talk to you for a little while or just take in the moment with you in his arms. You might not talk about anything of substance, but he enjoys the calm after the storm. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, holding you close and kissing the back of your neck before he allows himself to drift off to sleep. 

[bugaboooooooooo]

So I just watched Ephemeral and can I just say AAHUKHDkhfjaAAUsjkjfDKJGHDK B

So anyways, Im going to attempt analyzing this episode. Enjoy.

Alright so first we get this:

And apparently Gabeshit has been akumatizing Paris for... 100 weeks?? Almost 2 years?? Like, dude. seek. proffesional. help. please.

Then THIS:

SENTIADRIEN SENTIADRIEN AAAAAHHH IM SO FUCKEN SCARED

Then LB calls nine other heroes: Carapace, Viperion, Pegasus, Pigalle, Vesperia, Ryuko, King Monkey, Polymouse, Purple Tigress. (Dont mind me fangirling over Purple Tigress)

Also Lb gets a friggin truck as a lucky charm

Like, first we get a motorbike, then a car, now a truck?? Lmao next thing you know Ladybugs gonna be out there chasing an akuma in an airplane

Then we get this:

Like omg Su Han calm the fuck down

And then the whole plan with the identity reveal?? Im not even going to try to explain it. A mess.

And omg Adrien was such a sweetheart this episode and look at how happy he is the whole time and so lighthearted and cracking jokes and then GABESHIT MESSES EVERYTHING UP AS ALWAYS

Like seriously the problem isnt that they reveal themselves its GABESHIT KNOWING like did you see how well they were working together after Ladybug knew his identity?

Also Ladybugs reaction to Chat saying hes Adrien was just so friggin funny and then just p a n i c k i n g when he actually confirms it. Props to the writers for giving Mari time to freak out.

And omg look at Adrien going haywire in his room and Plagg just looks so tired 💀

AND LUKA BEING SO FRIGGIN SWEET I JUST- LUKANETTE!!

Also look what a good team they are now

AND THE UMBRELLA SCENE- AAAAHHHH

And Marinette revealing herself-

And Tikki and Plagg look just so tired with their holders i cant-

AND GABRIEL

YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF GARBAGE

Also, what exactly are Ephemerals powers??

Part 2 here cuz tumblr wont let me put use than 10 images

[eveningstar1516]

Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

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Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

[ms-rampage]

Baby Trickster

Fem!Reader x Archangel Gabriel (Supernatural) 

Warnings: Nothing bad

Summary: Chuck visits his youngest Archangel son and his s/o. 

Requested by @aida690adriana

[Read Michael's here]

Note: I was suppose to post this a few days ago. Lucifer's will be coming soon. I'm trying to write all the Asks i have in my queue.

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You and Gabriel are happily in love with each other. You two get along perfectly, you both clicked immediately!

He has a great sense of humor, very charming and one hell of a lover. A sweet tooth. 

You didn't know he was an Archangel until you saw his wings. At first you thought it was all in your head or you were seeing weird shapes, or that your mind was playing tricks on you. 

You two are making out in your bed, he starts to get a little frisky. Moving down to your collarbone, leaving lovebites on your neck. 

"Gabe" you giggle, letting him mark up your neck. 

He's practically gnawing at your skin, wanting others to know you're taken. 

"Gabriel" you moan, running your hand through his hair. Biting your lip.

He chuckles against your skin, you can feel him smiling against the crook of your neck. 

"You know you love it" he teases you, his hands roaming your body. 

When that time came, and you saw his wings. You couldn't help but stare at them.

"Uhh Gabe?" you mumble, looking up at the shadow like wings behind him.

"Yeah babe?!" he responds, looking at you with a concerned face. 

It takes you a few moments to get the right words out. He notices what you're staring at, and he immediately puts his wings back in. Breaking your focus on them. 

You shake your head, "Sorry for a brief moment there, the shadow behind you looked like you had angel wings" you tell him. Chuckling a little. 

He clears his throat, and tells you the truth about himself. 

"Uhh Y/n. There's something you should know" he mutters.

It doesn't take long for you to understand what he's telling you. He was able to convince you, but you still had slight doubt. 

"An Archangel?!" you exclaim. Thinking this man is messing with you. 

"Yeah, ya know. Warriors of Heaven and all that jazz" he tells you, taking a seat never to you on the couch. 

You stammer, "No, no, no you-you're messing w-with me". 

He sighs, stands up and shows you his wings. You gasp at the sight. His beautiful golden brown wings. 

You feel your breath shorten, all the hairs on your body stand up. Goosebumps all over your body. 

"W-what. Y-y-you're rea-really" you stutter, "An angel?". 

He nods, "Yes, I'm an Angel". 

Over time, you got used to your boyfriend being a celestial. That you in a way forgot about him being one. 

This particular day, you and Gabriel are laying on your couch, in your shared home. 

You get a knock on the door, and Gabriel answers it. 

"I'll get it!" he says, getting up from the couch. Before he even opens it, he senses a familiar presence. 

He opens it, and sees his father. 

"Dad?" he mutters. 

"Hello Gabriel" he greets his youngest son. 

"What are you doing here?!" he whispers, trying to keep his voice low. 

He teleports behind him, "I heard you have a partner Y/n". 

You hear your name, as well as an unfamiliar voice. You sit up from the couch, "Gabe? Who is it?". 

Chuck hears you and he goes to the living room. You get up from the couch and you see him. 

"Who are you?!" you ask, seeing this unknown man in your living room. 

"Hello Y/n" Chuck says, smiling at you. 

Confused, "Uhh do I know you??". 

He sits in front of you, "No but I know you" he tells you. You look over at Gabriel, giving him a look of confusion. 

"Y/n this is God, or Chuck" Gabriel introduces you to his father. 

"God?" you question, looking back and forth from the two, "Like in the Bible??". 

"He's my dad" he informs you. Still confused, and thinking this is all a dream. 

"What?!" you mumble. 

Chuck sighs and stands up. 

"I've heard about you two" he tells the both of you, "I thought it was a one time thing, or some sort of one night stand". 

You look over at Gabriel who looks just as confused as you. 

Chuck breaks the few seconds of silence, and just gets to the point. 

"So where are the kids?!?" he asks, with a smile on his face. 

You and Gabriel look at him in complete confusion. 

"Kids?" you mutter, eyebrows raised.

“Yes children” he tells the both of you, “You know? Tiny, small humans that haven’t comprehended their existence yet”. 

“I know what children are. I was one myself several years ago” you tell him, “I can’t get pregnant by Gabriel". 

God chuckles, and jokes "Is he missing? I get that he ran off with the pagans and all but is he messing up the one thing humans love?!?". 

He glares at his father, "Haha very funny dad" he says sarcastically. 

"Because Nephilims are half human and half celestial. So me getting pregnant will kill me” you continue, feeling like you shouldn't be telling him all of this because he should know all this information already.

You look over at Gabriel with wide eyes, and he has the look of embarrassment. Acting like he's not embarrassed because you knew he was.

"I thought those years of doing porn helped out" he jokes again, trying to embarrass his son in front of his girlfriend.

"You know I can prevent you from dying" he tells you, "You'll have a save pregnancy".

"What?" you both say together. 

"Y/n won't die" God tells the both of you. 

You and Gabriel have had sex before, but he always pulled out before releasing himself onto you. Trying not to knock you up.

He places two fingers to your forehead causing a cold breeze to fly through your home. You look at Gabe, and down at your hands. Confused.

"Uhh what was that??" you ask him. Trying to keep your shit together and not freak out.

"You're protected" he tells you, "You won't die when you have the Nephilim child". 

He turns to his youngest Archangel son, "Gabriel I think you should keep this one, because I like her, I know you need her, and also don't use protection". 

He rolls his eyes, and shows his father out. 

"You two should get busy!" he shouts as he leaves your home. 

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?