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ggyutarist · 8 months ago

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A Mask, Bedecked in White Crystals ✧˖°.

(Halloween Special!)

💫: Beomgyu x GN Reader

Content: Masquerade ball and you dance with Beomgyu yahay!! Strangers to ??? to enemies.

‼️: Use of knife (but no one is stabbed). Slight cursing.

WC: 2.1k (oh my god i yapped.)

A/N: hehe short (not short) halloween special!! all i ever write about is beomgyu lmfao sorry. this is lowkey cliche and lame but like…who cares..ykyk. Its fine. Idk if this counts as halloween lols. Not sure if I should tag it as fluff or angst. Well its not fluff so angst ig?? But its not rlly sad. I think?… idk you guys give the verdict. not proofread sorry😞 (bru gotta put this below here bc its too long and yall wont see the actual summary help)

The annual All Hallows’s Eve Ball has arrived once again. Hosted on the 31st of October, the lavish and fancy would be invited to come in the most extravagant gowns and suits. They would be encouraged as well to adorn their faces with masks that were dipped in saturated colors.

Too saturated, you thought. You managed to bag yourself an invite, not that it was difficult. You were always invited every year. It’s just this year, you have to attend. Let’s say…there’s a few matters that needs to be addressed.

Though, back to the topic at hand, how do these overly bright colors not hurt anyone’s eyes? Some of them will be far too egoistic and come in the most obnoxiously fancy dresses you’ve ever seen. They act as if they’re attention-seeking harlots who constantly need eyes at them or else they’ll die. You tsk at the behavior of some people but it is what it is, unfortunately. The world was doomed from the very start so might as well get rid of those who make it worse.

Twisting the glass in your hand, you bring it up to your face to watch the drink whirl around. Well, it was certainly a better taste than last year. A bit more sweeter side but still leaving a strong taste on your tongue. Despite all this, you yawn due to your lack of interest in this ball. It’s the same thing every year, honestly. No wonder why people usually bring a plus one. The inexorable desire of humans for connections with others, you sigh at it. Let’s be real here. They’re just setting themselves up for a heartbreak. Let it be a heartbreak from the betrayal of a romantic interest—or fallouts from friendships.

You gave up on those long, long ago. Why would you or anyone for the matter, set themselves up for a relationship that’s bound to fail? That’s just blatantly stupid. You wouldn’t blame them if it were their first time, of course. How would they foresee that? A second time would be understandable because we all give second chances in life. A third is questionable but still tame. Maybe they’re just too desperate for that person. A fourth and beyond though…now that’s just wrong. They must be let go of. Before long, they’ll just do more harm than good.

But maybe, in this world where trust is lost easily, there are just some who turns out to be overly desperate. Perhaps, they lost everything to the point that this certain someone is their only reason left to live. You made sure to never stoop down that low. You learned to live for no one else but yourself. Looking around, guess not all learns that. It was difficult, yes, considering you valued others’ worth more than your own but this world is just shit, okay? It’s just really that bad that you lost all care for the rest of them. This world is so, so big but others just make it seem so small and suffocating. It’s like they’re stealing all the air for themselves and leaving the rest to collect dust.

Who knows? It could be the reason you ended up with a job like this. To rid this world of mistakes and burdens. No, not those who feel like a mistake and burden. We’re all insecure at some point in life, it’s okay. The only ones you shall discard of would be those who proved themselves as a hindrance to the bettering of this earth. Are you evil for this? Perhaps, depending on the person asked. If you were to answer this…it’s simple. You are merely a human getting rid of evil counterparts.

The line between good and bad may seem to have blurred but it’s alright. Whatever brings the saving of this world, you will do. Even if it throws a few morals out the window. I mean, what’s the bad thing here? Disposing of, mind you, evil people? Without them, this place we live on will be so much better. What’s the reason to keep them? They’ll only make everyone’s lives miserable. But of course, not all sees through that. That’s why you’re here. You will so graciously lend your services and discard of them. Throw them to the fires of hell and make them repent for their sins.

You’re not Satan on earth, no. You only serve as the bridge between earth and hell. You guide these low-lives and then let the demon decide of their fate down there.

The sudden music change brings you back to this earth that you dread so much, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sigh, looks like everyone’s going for a dance. You can’t be bothered so you resort to staring down at your drink again, hidden away in some corner. Your mask slips off the bridge of your nose, prompting you to push it back up again. Once you do so, you lift up your head to find someone approaching you. Okay…that’s bad. You didn’t want to attract any form of attention on you so why is this guy going here??

He stops a few feet away from you and gracefully bows a 90 degrees. While keeping still, he holds out his hand, eyes peeking out of his masked face to yours as a silent invitation. You contemplate. Well, this is certainly random…but why the fuck not? He seems nice. Did a bow, left space between you two, and he’s pretty. Yes, there’s a mask but shhh. It’s quite obvious he’s pretty under that…thing that’s covering his face. Not like this was against the rules for you. All you had to do was do the job properly. This won’t be an inconvenience, right?

You press your fingertips against his own before sliding your hand down to his palm. He wraps his fingers around your hand and pulls you close. You take note of how warm his hand seems to be. It could just be you though. Been a while since you’ve done this so your skin could just be burning up from the close proximity. Right?…

You come back, once again, to earth as you feel your hand being lifted up to the air. You turn your head towards him and sees him give you a thin-lipped smile with whisker dimples.

Cute…

You’re seriously not falling for a stranger right now, are you? You mentally shake your head and prop your other hand on his shoulder, likewise his hand found itself on your waist. He guides you both to join the rest on the dance floor, full of dresses twirling and shoes clacking against the polished floor.

And so…you danced. Miraculously, you haven’t stepped on each other’s shoes yet or rather you on his. He seemed experienced, decently enough that is. You managed to follow his footwork to the beat of the notes, spinning around at just the perfect time. He stretched out his arm before pulling you back to him again, trapping you both in a constant spin.

While the world was nothing more than a motion blurred, he remained the center of your vision. It’s only been a good amount of minutes, so why does it feel like you knew him since forever? The way the hands feel familiar, the way you somehow recognize his smile…why? You seem to can’t wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, you dance. The dance feels so heavy now that you get some sort of deja vu around this person. What could it possibly be? What—

You feel an elbow bump into you. Turns out you two were too absorbed in this dance that you fell behind the rhythm of the others. You watch him bow his head quickly, muttering a sorry to the other pair before turning his head to whisk you away.

It could be you. It could really be you but you just can’t seem to miss the mole that lies on his cheek. There’s no way. There’s just simply no way it’s him. You glance up to his eyes, ones that still looking away to find you both a space on this crowded dance floor. His lashes, it can’t be missed. They’re considerably longer than most people. So…could it be him?

You grip his hand tighter and start leading the dance yourself. Just trying to see something, you keep that repeating in your mind. You start taking the dance a bit too seriously, making him amused at the contortion of your face to focus. A giggle emits from his lips and your heart drops. Full on drops to the pit of your stomach. That giggle is too recognizable. You quickly look for a secluded place and led him there. Obviously, he’s extremely confused like haha…why are we going behind a random pillar at the side of the ballroom?

Each step broke a piece of your heart. How? How could’ve you fallen for him again? Is this not the same person who continuously broke your damned heart? Even as a stranger, you still managed to somehow keep a memory of him with you. Despite him leaving, you still held desperately onto that red thread that connects you and him. What you only realized far too late was that…yours was tied to your pinky in a pretty bow. While him? He held onto the other end with a loose grip. Pfft, he only needed you for his own selfish reasons.

You scoffed. You scoffed at your own stupidity. Maybe, perhaps…you weren’t as different as any other. In this world, we are all humans who are doomed to have this trivial shit called feelings. The desperation, at this point, is inevitable. The longing, as much as you hate to admit it, is rooted deep into your heart. You can’t dig it out as much as you want to. The only best thing you could do is keep piling things on it till it’s out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. Just pray…it won’t get unearthed somehow.

Unfortunately for you, that’s what happened today. All your memories with this…bastard…got unearthed when it’s meant to be buried deep into your soul. It’s heavy to carry but whatever gets it out of the way.

You still liked him. You still liked him.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes but you stop it. You cried too many times over him to the point you learned how to dry it without excessive blinking. Never again shall you show such a weak and pitiful side of yourself. It only brings hurt than comfort. A place filled with numbness…is better than a place filled with hurt and no one to provide you comfort.

You pulled him in behind the pillar along with you. All sense of love and genuine contentment from the dance are gone. No, you will not let him give you empty promises of happiness again. So to avoid that, you turn him around forcefully and shove him up against the pillar, eliciting a pained groan from him.

He opens his mouth to retort but before that even happens…

You slowly bring out something sharp, something meticulously cleaned just for this situation that is unfolding before you. You slide the spine of the knife against his back, not sharp enough to cut skin but definitely enough to create goosebumps. You giggle at the tensing of his body and breath hitching, making you all the more tempted to slide the sharp object down his spine.

To the floor, the shadow of you two may seem like you’re still absorbed in the dance you’re sharing with him. A strange yet familiar feeling blossoming in your chest to which the dance attempted to pour out. But to the wall, the shadow consists of you trapping him with no way out with a weapon against his back. One wrong move from him and the said weapon will take his precious life. You’re certain he wouldn’t want that but just to be sure…

You lean in and whisper a moniker that maybe not all who attended this ball know. Maybe he wanted to be known by a less common appellation but that wouldn’t work on you.

“You and your cowardice. Going after a fake name still?”

You’re met with an unnerving silence. Though, you digress. This continued silence just proves all the more that you found him. You drag the knife up his back painstakingly slow. Once it reaches the back of his head where the strings lie, you slash it in one fell swoop. A mask, bedecked in white crystals, falls to the ground with a thud. That mask no longer belongs to him; just like his dignity.

“You know you’re done for once you see me, Choi Beomgyu.”

A/N: happy halloween!!😸😸 (we’ll ignore the fact that idk what i was writing). this one sucked so badly but its aight. consider it a cliffhanger so…potential part 2…if you guys want.

rushed bc gotta post on actual halloween😔

#beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x gender neutral reader #beomgyu x gn reader #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x male reader #beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu #txt x gn reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fic #beomgyu halloween #halloween special #beomgyu masquerade #badass y/n is underrated🔥#tomorrow x together

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oinseachgobragh · 2 months ago

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dropping all of my ideas here becauze what the fuck ist a diary dawg

okay sooooo

im tiredposting rn but... Punch Out AU that is Copacabana by Barry Manilow but Lola is Disco Kid and Tony is Piston Hondo and Rico is Super Macho Man??

And another idea, for my king hippo female design i'm gonna give her a coconut shell bra because i wanna

And for Bald Bull's female design i'm going to keep her bald (side rant but why does no one ever make bald bull bald when shes female?? Like its sorta her whole gimick cuz shes from turkey innit) but i'll pull a don flamenco toupee move sorta so in her contender mode she has a headband or a head covering thing that you knock of and that she doesnt have in title defense mode :3

an now i'm gonna drop three headcanons for each character + what they smell like because I got really bored in IEU so id like so share this with the class... The class that I didn't GO TO BECAUSE I WAS IN THE IEU-

Glass Joe:

• Has a weak bone problem (idk the name of the condition but idrc man its 00:40 💔)

• Has a slight lisp, doesn't notice

• Giggles at the word 'sprinkle' for some reason. Dunno why.

What he smells like: Cotton balls and maybe a bit of cannabis (same)

Von Kaiser:

• Hates the tags in clothes and has cut off all of the tags in his shirts and trousers ect ect

Sorry just had to show you guys this bug in my sink he is a right funny fella and I wish only the best for him

Anyways

• Likes moths a lot (autistic hyperfixtation) and whenever he sees one he gets all excited and childish

• moustache twirling is his way of stimming because hes a dapper chap innit

What he smells like: whiskey and the distinct smell of really old German bars

Disco Kid:

• walks really zesty and does that thing with his hand you kno wjat i mean??

• Says 'ballerina cappucina' a lot and giggles at Jaefei (?) memes loads too

• Number 1 childish gambino dickrider (i almost wrote discrider cuz of my fatass thumbs also FUN FACT AS A SOCITYEYI OUTR THUNBS AFE ACTUALLY GETTING WIDER FROM LIKE PHONES AND STUFF my geohraohy feacher told me that)

Also speaking of geopgraphy did u guys know that there was a wildfire in my town and it almost fucked up the forest water reservoir anyways back on topic

What he smells like: jojo siwa perfume- er i mean... Probably iced coffee, and some girly perfume im guessing So...? Unique candy love candies & rose body mist or maybe he uses setting spray as perfume (why) and id probably guess like... The e.l.f dewy coconut setting mist or somethinf

Why would u use setting spray as perfume by the way

King Hippo:

• actually very very hygenic and owns a bunch of different smelling soaps, his favourites has to be the dove orange one

• his favourite fruit is pineapple

• idk if i should have put this under disco kid's headcannon but disco kid is the only one who can understand his random fucking noises and they just have conversations together about furniture and stuff and disco just nods along and shit and can translate what he says to other people too

What he smells like: i just said it you fucking dung beetle (omg beatles reference KILLLLL JOHNNNN LENNONNNN KILLLLL JOHNNNNN LENNONNNNNNNNN if john lennon was a lesbian would he be john lemon)

Im stopping there cuz um lazy so im just gonna yap now wait why are you still readibg this well if yer still reading thsi drop a LIKE SUBARUSCRIBE AND FOLLOW AND COMMENT IN THE COMET SECTION no

Its 01:21 am and I have to get up at 03:50 are you so for real right neow

Might delete this bro im just bored

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systematic-breakdown · 1 month ago

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another big long post from nutty cause i love yapping and i loooove complaining (sorry guys)

covers tulpagenics, religious practice, erasure, and colonization so if any of those are triggering, feel free to scroll

check tags before responding if you choose to do so. specifying here that im all good with debate as long as it isnt based around personal experience and isnt spewing the same old talking points. tried my best to not be as aggressive as ive been in the past but like. im an aggressive protector. so just keep that in mind

ok onto the post :D

i think my big issue with tulpagenics isnt that its a “closed practice” (an argument i see often but idk enough about that branch of buddhism to determine if its actually a closed practice or not) but the fact that the version of tulpamancy they “practice” isnt an “adapted version” from its buddhist origins, its colonization and im being so serious

“tulpamancy” as “tulpagenics” claim it to be is religious/spiritual erasure in a very raw and undeniable form. that form has always been a colonizers version of tibetan buddhism. it completely ignores practically everything that made the original practice up to begin with in order to “adapt” it to white culture (aka COLONIZATION).

the whole reason tulpas were a part of the practice is lost on everyone who isnt a buddhist, including the europeans who initially adapted it into “tulpamancy”. if the “tulpa” isnt formed in the context of that religion, its history, and its spiritual beliefs guiding it, it is not a tulpa. you are playing an active part in the erasure of the original practice. you are playing an active part in the religious colonization of this practice.

western/european “tulpamancers” are not real tulpamancers because those versions of the practice have no cultural significance (obviously). they cherry picked which parts were good/normal/beneficial and which parts were considered weird/bad/useless. they stole terminology and changed ideology to make it easier for the white people who wanted to feel included. this is religious erasure that is a DIRECT result of colonization. and “tulpagenics” refuse to acknowledge any of this because theyre too excited to play system to care

even disregarding the above, i see so many similarities between them and the people who “convert” to judaism just so they can celebrate hannukah. or the people who become “pagan” just so they can burn sage and read tarot. i dont wanna say “entitled” because most of the tulpagens ive seen just dont seem to have that same sense of entitlement that those people do, but how they fulfill their need to belong comes off almost identically

anyway i strongly believe that americans/british people have no culture because their “culture” is built on violence, destruction, and colonization. they steal other identities and communities to feel like theyre a part of something and this is very well documented in the modern day. this whole “western tulpamancy”/“tulpagenic” thing really just supports these beliefs imo

theres nothing wrong with wanting community; humans are social creatures, ofc we want to feel connected with one another. but everyone - and especially people who are often online - really should be more mindful of whether their desire to be a part of certain communities comes from false perceptions (daydreams, stereotypes, literal colonization, etc) or reality

if you need a source, i advise you to look up “tulpamancy origins”. “tibetan diaspora”, and “alexandra david-néel” and just go through any of the provided links. if you understand colonization and erasure at all, youll know what to look for when analyzing them

non traumagenic endos/created plurals: look into polyminds. please.

#Q talks #bug's vault #pro polymind #pro endo dni #endos dni #argue if you want but i really dont care about your experience as a tulpagen #tell me how tulpagenicism isnt colonization/erasure then we can talk #anti endogenic #anti endo #anti tulpagenic #anti willogenic #also doesnt ‘genic’ imply origin?#im like 90% sure that tulpagenics claim theyre plural before they create tulpas #like the tulpas are created in response to their discovered plurality?#which doesnt sound very origin-y to me #wouldnt the tulpas have to come first?#maybe this is stupid and maybe im being autistic about etymology but idc this whole thing is stupid and i wanna rant about it

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xy4n1d3 · 1 year ago

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hey uhhh, i might say something a little controversial, but i feel this needs to be said, since i’ve been seeing some minors discourse about it on my feed.

18+ and mdni pages should not have to cater to children. they put those warnings and those banners for a reason, simply because they do not want children on their page reading their shit. i’m aware most kids won’t heed those warnings, anyway, but it’s also for the adult’s comfort & safety as well. i don’t know about you, but i’d be pretty uncomfortable knowing a 13-14 year old was reading my fics and they were pure porn / smut. when i was a young teenager ( around that same age ), i didn’t heed those warnings and it only worsened my hypersexuality.

i’m not saying that this is the adult’s fault by any means, because like i said, children should not be going into adult spaces or blogs that request for no minors to be on there. but it’s concerning seeing minors discourse and argue about it on my feed, saying shit like "adults need to tag their fics with mdni, you don't know what 11 year old could go on your blog and read that" newsflash, we shouldn’t be catering to kids we literally don’t fucking know. don’t get mad at an adult for writing sex and then proceeding to yell at said adult writer because they’re not "considering" how a minor could stumble across their page. it’ll happen regardless, sure, but we aren’t babysitters. the most we can do is block minors, and put the warnings. and either way, the argument is weird because why are you trying to defend someone who’s under the age of 13 stumbling onto those things. adult writers on tumblr shouldn’t be babysitting those damn kids, parents should be monitoring what their kids see and don’t see anyway?? 😭

tldr umm don’t villainize adult writers for not wanting kids reading their smut and don’t state that adult writers on tumblr are bad ppl for not watching / monitoring every kid on tumblr to make sure they don’t read their stuff. minors should be respectful of the boundaries these blogs put up. i’m aware minors will always end up reading it regardless, but you shouldn’t be getting mad at the adult for what they’re posting when they gave the proper warnings. they don’t cater to strangers on the internet.

sorry i’m yapping i just thought this argument was a lil strange and its probably controversial idfk

#xy writes ‹𝟹 #demon slayer x reader #aot x reader #kny x reader #jjk x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #attack on titan x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #is this controversial #idfk man

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nostalgink · 6 months ago

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any advice on what to do if an artist you follow writes and follows dead dove do not eat creators?

Rest assured, considering the other two anons I got on it, no I do not support Jelly's AU. You might have seen me do so at one time, but as the senseless abuse of their ford continued, I realized there wasn't an end goal to their au. It made me very uncomfortable. Rewired AU has a dark themes at its core, but the reason behind it is not shock value torture. I want to keep my own lore secret, but for now I will say it leans in the the eldritch horror side of things. The incomprehensible horrors of what happens to Ford as Bill's powers warp him. Also Bill didn't put him in the box for losing a sexyman contest. Likely his Bill is having tea with Wires and Pyronica and him are taking notes on how to come out better and sexier than ever. Sure, yes, likely some rewiring, per the name of the au, but again, Eldritch horror. I believe in general dead dove as a term is largely misused. Because it mostly just means read the tags, but assuming you're using it in the way it's known for, I think there is room for very heavy topics to be made in horror and abuse related AU, but you need to do it right. I don't think Jelly is doing it right. Feels like they're kicking a puppy and laughing at it while it's down with no end goal beyond that. I regret supporting it for the time I did, but I cannot turn back the clock so.

Also sorry I'm not on tumblr as much as I used to be, but you can find me on twitter under the same user. I yap there much more. :)

#jack flaps

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toxifoxx · 7 months ago

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Stumbles into your inbox. Can I please yap about the thing that I was yapping about in the tags. I’m sorry if I’m annoying I’m just frothing at the mouth that people will take two characters who fulfill different purposes in different narratives and go “oh… both evil so they’re actually the same guy!” Because that’s like saying Darth Vader and Tom Nook are the same archetype because they both “inconvenience the protagonist” even though they’re from completely different media and have nothing in common otherwise

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO YAP uits not annoying its interesting

you're literally so real for that too. i think its just the whole entire misconception of william's character no one actually fucking understands what he's like so they think he's comparable to jimmy when he is NOTTTTT. even from a basic fucking perspective hes not similar. hell you said it yourself. william is always a distant threat (and never actually a direct threat to the player (save for fnaf 3), or even most of the people around him!) jimmy however isn't distant at all, he's literally the point of view for most of the story, and is the essentially the driving reason why every other character dies. like they dont even function the same role - technically speaking jimmy would be the PROTAGONIST (the main character!), not the ANTAGONIST

#toxi.txt #asks

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etoiile · 2 years ago

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ami, ami, tell me more about your selfships, please. i love hearing/reading them ^^

RAHHHH noo i hope that you know this door cannot be closed once its been opened (｀ω´) ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

okok so my biggest one for blue lock is definitely REO. and here's why

reo lowkey has like attachment and abandonment issues (thanks nagi!!) and like .... ME TOO!! (cries in parental problems) so we'd both be like very attached to each other and wouldnt ever have to doubt if the other person loved us and much as we loved them. NO INSECURITIES YAY!!!

reo loves pampering people. its his love language. I LOVE BEING PAMPERED BC IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SPECIAL (again cries in parental problems lol my parents never made me feel special HAHAHA) (this post is actually js me trauma dumping)

reo is very perceptive to emotions and so am i ^^ im not too good with expressing how im feeling so having someone who can just tell is so nice

idk why but like i love being carried for some reason. AND REO CARRIES NAGI EVERYWHERE ITS PERF !!!!!

reo talks enough where i dont feel stupid for talking too much but he's also not too talkative which is good bc i love talking (clearly)

i am actually nagi 2.0. like i am nagi nagi is me. WE ARE THE SAME. im really lazy and clingy and unmotivated hehe and reo loves nagi so therefore reo loves me!!!!! (this is my delusion talking)

i think that reo really needs to feel like he's needed. and like. ME TOO BRO!!!!!! im good at making people feel like they mean a lot to me coz im very affectionate and i think that that's something that reo really needs

he's kind of a teasey flirt?? but like not too much where i'm like boy stfu like i dont want an f-boy but i think that like teasing is fun. idk he's just sassy and i think its cute ^^

reo is just so earnest and caring and un-judging, if that makes sense. im really sensitive and a crybaby, but he seems like the kind of guy to welcome me into his arms regardless of my flaws. (unlike sae no offense who's a judgy bitch. still love him tho!!)

reo is rich and my grades lately are looking like im gonna have to marry rich (´ε｀；)

the other ones are chigiri (a good listener but not TOO quiet, sweet and sassy which is fun, def has a better haircare routine than me) and nagi (because we're pretty similar)

ok. ONTO HAIKYUU!! (if ur wondering i have a ton of hq works sitting in my drafts lol. I PROMISE I'LL COME OUT WITH ONE SOON!!!) (jk no promises)

SUGA AND OSAMU AND SUNA. i'll keep these ones short coz i feel like ive made this too long alr lol

suga:

super sweet!! i cant deal with too much meanness (like tsukishima)

despite sweetness hes still super silly and sassy which is just fun

emotionally perceptive (like reo!!) put reasoning for why i need an emotionally perceptive guy above ^^

osamu:

shared love of food LOLL

i have a thing for twins idk why LOLOL. im sorry this is so random but it had to be said. i also like kaoru from ohshc. and like. my current irl crush is an identical twin. IDK WHY ITS LIKE THIS BUT IT IS HAHAHA (i think maybe its bcoz like between the two of them one is always more quiet/perceptive so i notice that?? idek bro)

quieter!! yes!!!!!!!

he would give the best hugs ever. like osamu is just so squishy and yes and he would give such good hugs!! (sobs in touch starved) (this is ur sign to make smth w/ a touch-starved s/o and tag me. im begging u.)

suna:

A FLIRT. i js think its fun

js super goofy

he seems like a really good listener

PERCEPTIVE!!!!!

im sorry this was so long i just couldn't stop yapping once i started lolol

#ami's chit chats 🤍#ami's friends 💋#STOP THIS WAS SO LONG.#i couldn't help myself #anyways #can u tell i have a type #(quieter attentive perceptive LOLOL)#sorry i was lowkey trauma dumping here LOL #also #can someone pls write any of these characters (or multiple!!) with a touch-starved s/o #im begging u #please

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bemybstar · 5 years ago

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Legoshi x reader? Whatever species you want. a transfer student who Legosi's curious about, always wearing a scarf around her neck & covering her mouth, he thinks he's bothering her since she doesn't reply back to him, until saving her one night from a carnivore, strangely she showed no fear, wanting her scarf back, which he gives to her, as he then sees bite marks around her neck... she's a mute, survived a attack from childhood, and she breaks down, first time someone's been kind to her...

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting! Inbox is still open for requests and feedback is highly appreciated! Gif doesn’t belong to me.

It’s been over a month since you first made your new life here at Cherryton Academy. You had just transferred from your old school ever since your parents moved to the city because of their new job promotions. You weren’t all that pleased with the overall decision since leaving the country side in exchange for city life wasn’t something you had in mind, but because they were your parents you had no where else to turn to.

The school had its pros and cons like anything you were faced with but you still managed to make the most of it starting with your first new friend, Haru. She spotted you sitting alone during lunch and asked if she could join you which you happily agreed to by nodding your head. The conversation if you could call it that was mostly one sided since Haru did all of the talking. You would agree by giving a small “mhmm” as an answer to any of her questions, you weren’t much a talker to begin with but Haru wasn’t one to pry about your past. That’s what you admired most about her and that’s why you trusted her as your very best friend.

“What class do you have now?” Haru asked as you followed her down the hall. You pointed to the class on your schedule and stopped once you made it to the door. “Seaspeak huh? That’s interesting I have history but I’ll meet you back at the dorm. Bye Y/N!” Haru said as you waved back and entered the crowded classroom filled with animals already in their seats.

You walked up the aisle to take yours, placing your bag down and opening your notes to the chapter that was highlighted on the board. “In the sea communication is done by using sounds and bubbles rather than words,” your professor started off with as you began to jot everything down.

Grabbing your interest on the topic you were suddenly distracted by a male voice who asked for your attention. “Hey Uhh. Do you happen to have an eraser I can borrow?” You knew who that voice belonged to, a male grey wolf by the name of Legosi, this is the first time he’s spoken to you since you joined the class.

“Mhmm,” you replied handing him your spare eraser you keep hidden in the front pocket of your backpack. “Oh thanks,” he says taking it from you. The bell then starts to ring as your professor yaps on about a paper that’s due next week when the smell of egg salad sandwiches invades your concentration. You lift up your nose to catch a whiff but Legosi notices and offers you a piece.

“Here, take it. It’s the least I could do since you shared your eraser with me. Egg salad sandwiches are my favorite especially on Wednesday’s,” He informs as you take the other half giving him a soft nod in return to his kindness. You quietly gather up your things, push your chair in, and wave goodbye before you head back down to leave in time for your next class.

“You sure love those egg salad sandwiches,” Jack approaches Legosi right after adding, “Hey! What happened to the other one?”

“Oh! I gave it to Y/N since she let me use her eraser,” Legosi tells him. “I never knew she liked them,” Jacks says. “Neither did I...,” Legosi adds.

“Hmm,” Jack hums. “Isn’t this the first time you’ve talked to her?”

“Well... yes and no,” Legosi answers shyly. “I did say hi to her that one time in drama club when she dropped something off for Louis but before I could ask her anything... she was gone.”

“Maybe she had somewhere else to be,” Jack encourages him. “Or maybe... she doesn’t like me,” Legosi says with his head hanging low in guilt. “What! Come on, no way! Maybe she’s just as shy as you are when it comes to making the first move. Try to get to know her and see.” Legosi took his friends advice to heart, one way or another he was gonna keep trying and get this right.

The night was drawing in as you headed back to the girls dorm after a long and tiring lecture from your final class of the day. The lamp lights paved the way as your guide to the dorms main entrance where you would be greeted by Haru and get a chance at some well needed rest. But your peaceful state would soon come to a hault when you stopped dead in your tracks and perked your ears up in defense. Someone was following you...

You started to pick up your pace but your feet weren’t fast enough for the large carnivores chasing after you. You quickly turned around ready to incounter them only to be tripped by an overgrown tree root causing you to fall back onto the dirt road. Fear clouded your eyes as the mysterious figures stepped into the light baring smirks of succeeding in getting a kick out of you.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” The first guy said as his friend began to laugh maliciously, both of them carnivores and ironically both of the same species; Western Coyotes.

“She probably thought we were gonna bite her face off,” the second one said as you glared furiously at them. “You wolves are dumber than ya look.” That’s what got you the most so you decided to do something about it. By the time he turned the other way you managed to kick him in the face so hard he went flying. And by the looks of it his friend didn’t appreciate your temper.

“You little bitch,” he growled coming straight into contact with your now exposed face and gripped you by the collar of your school uniform. “Your gonna pay for that,” he snarled as he lifted his arm up to reveal his sharp claws. You closed your eyes and were ready to accept your fate once again when suddenly a familiar voice broke through the air.

“Enough!” It was Legosi. “Leave her alone. Now!,” the coyote turned to look at him suspiciously. “I SAID NOW!”

“Oh yeah?” Who are you her boyfriend or something... What are you gonna do? Make me?” He was toying with Legosi and he knew it. The coyote let go of his grip on you and took a fighting stance next to Legosi waiting for the perfect moment of attack. “He-he’s not worth it. That’s the same wolf who nearly killed Bill on stage,” his friend who managed to dust himself off finally spoke up. “Just forget it,” he added.

The coyote began to growl heavily when his friend snapped him out of it by the tug of his arm. “Come on, let’s go!” He said as the other obeyed following in pursuit as they both took off in a hurry.

Legosi stared them down until they were long gone from his sight, he quickly turned to check on you and what he saw was enough to shatter his heart into a million little pieces. You were crying... and this time weren’t trying to hide it. He approached you carefully and sat down leaning his back against the cold concret wall. He spotted your silk scarf across from him and held it out for you to take as you started to calm down little by little.

“H-here,” he says nervously. “I think this belongs to you,” Legosi says as he catches a glimpse of your face for the first time. “T-thanks,” you sniffle and take the scarf from his hand but don’t decide to put it on just yet. “I-I’m sorry you have to see me like t-this.” The secret you intended to keep hiding was finally revealed... the scars of your past.

A bite mark roamed the left side of your neck, little traces of fangs can be seen leaving their print on your fur... forever. The incident happened a long time ago and it isn’t a day you like to remember. The bite mark came from a coyote during your childhood days, you saw him picking on a rabbit and decided to step in. One thing led to another and all you have now is this scar to remember it by. The incident shook you so badly that you decided to go silent ever since and only speak when spoken to.

“You have no reason to apologize,” Legosi said wipping a tear from your eye. “Your scars don’t define you. You being the best version of yourself you can be, does. Your beautiful inside and out and if anyone bothers to tell you differently then... they aren’t worth your time.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever stood up for me like that.” You say shyly trying your best not to shed another tear. He gets up from his spot and offers his hand to help you up from off the ground. He stares at you and you stare back before going in for a hug, you can hear his heartbeat grow faster by the sudden show of affection.

“Thanks Legosi,” is all you can say. He gives in and holds you in his arms finally opening his mouth to complete, “Your welcome.”

You stay like that for what feels like forever. But why do you feel so safe in his arms and why don’t you want him to stop? You guess time will only tell but until then all you can do is enjoy this sweet moment with the boy who saved your life.

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walkerismychoice · 7 years ago

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Queen of my Heart Chapter 11

The Royal Romance Reality Show AU

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X MC

Rating: Small bit of NSFW/18+ at the end, otherwise mostly PG/PG-13

Author’s Note: Last chapter was mostly Liam, this one is mostly Drake.

Tag List: @lazychic28, @choices-fanatic, @simplyaiden-blog, @butindeed, @bobasheebaby, @queencatherynerhys, @theroyalweisme, @boneandfur, @drakelover78 @notoriouscs, @mfackenthal, @blackcatkita, @devineinterventions2, @choiceswreckedme, @drakewalkerfantasy, @andy-loves-corgis, @traeumerinwitzhelden, @confessionsofabrokegirl, @decisso, @sir-wigglesworth, @drakesfiance, @viktoriapetit, @umccall71, @hamalu

Word Count: 2410

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

Riley felt exposed walking back to the group, like what just happened with Liam was written all over her face. In theory there was no reason for anyone to know she was with Liam, but what if they did? She walked past Drake on the way, making sure to avoid his gaze. She got a pit in her stomach wondering just how much Liam and Drake told each other. Would he find out, and would he care? This suddenly mattered to Riley more than it should. Regardless of whatever her newfound feelings for Drake meant, she was here for Liam, and she really was falling for him. Riley was sure this little crush she had on Drake would pass.

"Riley!” Hana called her over to the table where an she was already seated for dinner. "I saved you a seat. How did it go?"

"How did what go? Oh..right the incident report. Everything's good. It's just a liability thing."

"That's good. It's looks like you got some sun today. Your cheeks are pretty pink."

Riley felt her cheeks with her hands. They were still flushed and warm, but it wasn't from the sun. "Oh, yeah...I forgot to re-apply sunscreen," she lied. “Anyways, did I miss anything while I was gone?”

“No...nothing interesting at least. Liam was gone most of the time handling some business calls, so some of the ladies were complaining about that,” Hana replied.

“They can’t just expect the Crown Prince to ignore all of his duties during the social season,” Riley said, feeling only slightly guilty. “Well, I’m famished. Let’s eat!”

Liam arrived back a few minutes later and was directed by the crew to an open seat at a table at the opposite end from where Riley was sitting. Riley didn’t mind too much. She’d take her alone time with Liam over sitting next to him at a group dinner any day.

After dinner, Kat approached Riley. “Everyone else is riding back to the stables now, but I called a car for you since we can’t really shoot any footage of you riding an ATV with a crew member. You and Drake can head back together.

“Oh...” Riley wasn’t expecting that. “Okay, just let me know when it’s time.” She told herself it didn’t need to be awkward. Drake didn’t know what she did with Liam, nor did he know she was was having feelings for Drake. It would be fine.

The car arrived and Drake opened the door for Riley to get in and then got in himself. They sat in silence for the first few minutes for before Riley spoke up.

“You’re quiet this evening, Drake. Is everything okay?”

“Heh, I’m quiet? You should know by now I’m not one for small talk. You are the one that is usually yapping my ear off, Bennett. I should be asking you that question. Did something happen with Liam? Never mind...that’s none of my business”

She didn’t talk that much, did she? Okay, maybe she was always trying to get him to talk to her. And wait...Did he just ask her about Liam? Why would he say that?...unless he knew they had been together.

“Why would you ask about Liam? You were there with us the whole day.”

“I wasn’t with you in the cave.” Drake said with a straight face.

“How did you know--”

“Bennett, its my job to know where you are. And it is Bastien’s job to know where Liam is. And working together as a team, we cover for each other, so we kind of have to know where everyone is.”

“I see. Well nothing happened. Nothing bad anyway...er...not that anything good happened either...It was fine.”

Drake cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you are feeling okay? I’m pretty sure I caught you before your head hit the ground.”

“It’s just been a long day. Lots of sun, day drinking, a near death experience...Speaking of...I didn’t really get a chance to thank you. I really appreciate you being there for me. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t.”

Drake looked away bashfully. “It was nothing. I was just doing my job.”

Riley wanted to tell him it meant something to her, and that it felt like he actually cared about her, but she thought better of it. “I guess then I’ll just say thank you for being so dedicated to your job...and since we are on the topic, how did you get involved with the King’s Guard? Did you just want an excuse to hang around Liam all the time?”

“Funny Bennett. I should have known your silence was too good to last,” Drake quipped.

“Hey!” Riley hit him playfully on the shoulder. “You're trying to play it cool, but I know you're going to cave in soon."

"Fine. But if I'm going to start telling you my life story, I need a drink first. Are you in?"

"Wait...are you asking me to go get a drink with you somewhere? Is that in your job description?"

"I'm only going to ask once, so if you just want to go back to the palace Bennett, that's fine with me."

"No! I want to go. I just didn't know Drake Walker was such a rebel. Aren't you afraid we are going to get in trouble?"

"Something tells me you aren't one to follow all the rules either. But like I said, we can just go back to the palace."

"No, we're going...wherever its is that we're going," Riley affirmed.

"Ok then."

Drake alerted the Driver and gave him the address. Riley was quiet the rest of the drive. She didn't want to annoy Drake too much and have him change his mind. She did notice that he seemed to be taking up a lot more space in his seat than he needed to, and maybe she had gravitated closer towards the center as well, to the point their legs were lightly brushing up against each other every so often. It was completely incidental of course. At least that is what Riley was pretending.

A few minutes later, they arrived outside a basic looking bar. The mood on the inside matched the outside. It looked similar to a typical neighborhood bar in New York. Nothing fancy, just a bar, some tables, and a pool table with a few neon bar signs. The bartender acknowledged Drake as if he knew him.

"So, do you come here often?" Riley asked. "Oh my god, that sounded like a cheesy pick-up line. How often do you frequent this establishment?"

Drake laughed. "I come here every once in a while. When I just need to get away and clear my head." He turned to the bartender. "Hey Theo, we'll take two. You do drink whiskey, right Bennett?"

"Um, sure. If my options are limited...I mean whiskey is fine."

Theo handed Riley a glass of whiskey on the rocks and she took a sip and cleared her throat. "It burns a bit, but it's not bad."

"I'll make a whiskey drinker out of you yet Bennett. This stuff is okay, no offense Theo, but they have the good stuff is back at the palace."

"So you've decided to make a habit of hanging out with me?" Riley teased.

"No!...well...Liam seems to really like you, so I figure I'll be stuck with you for a while. Might as well make the most of it."

"Sure...So you promised me you'd tell me about yourself over drinks, so go ahead."

"What do you want to know?" Drake asked.

"Well lets start with what I asked back in the car. How did you decide to join the King's Guard?"

"It's kind of a long story. Are you sure you really want to know?"

"I do," Riley encouraged.

"Might as well start at the beginning. The reason I basically grew up in the palace is because my father was in the King's guard."

"Oh, is he retired now?"

"No...he died several years ago...protecting the royal family during an assassination attempt."

“I’m so sorry Drake, I had no idea.”

“At least he died for what he believed in. I really looked up to him.”

“Is that why you joined the Guard then?”

“Actually, no. As much as I admired my father, the more I was around nobles, aside from Liam of course, the more I wanted to get away. I was in their world but never a part of it. It’s all about status and what other people have to offer you. I was always just a commoner with nothing to offer. I might have had certain uses for some of them at times, but I would never be one of them...And I guess that’s why I was kind of hard on you at first. I was conflicted because you are a noble, but you grew up as a commoner. I thought maybe you were just after Liam for his status and I wanted to protect him from you, but at the same time, I thought maybe you could have good intentions, and I felt a need to protect you from becoming one of them. It wasn’t my place, I know.”

“It’s okay, Drake. You know, we probably have more in common than you think. I didn’t grow up around nobles, but I grew up the daughter of a single mother around a bunch of spoiled rich kids. We had enough to get by, probably thanks to whatever money we were getting from Barthelemy, but I never felt like I fit in either. The only true friend I really had was my roommate Sarah. We grew up together and she remains my best friend to this day. I guess could say she is my Liam...And I also lost my mother a couple years ago.”

“Shit Bennett, here I was going on about losing my father and my sad life, and you have lost both of your parents, one of which you never even got to meet. I mean, I don’t really talk to my mother since things got hard for her and she went back to the U.S. after my dad died, but she’s still there at least. I’m so sorry.”

“That can almost be harder sometimes...when they choose to leave. I guess we both kind of had that in a way...but did you say your mom went back to the US? Does that mean she’s from there?”

“Yes, I’m half Cordonian and half American. I guess another similarity we have.”

“See, I’m too much like you for you to hate me....but maybe I’m a bit more optimistic, and a little less sarcastic.”

“And don’t forget that you never stop talking...”

“Okay, I get it, I annoy you,” Riley laughed. ”But lets get back to your story, you wanted to get away, yet here you still are.”

“I actually did get away for awhile. I went to college in the US. I was thinking of making a life for myself there...but then there was another assassination attempt on the royal family. Liam’s brother Leo flew out and asked me to come back. Liam was...not coping well at all. And for some reason, having me back was enough to help get Liam back to being himself. I eventually just gave in and joined the King’s Guard since I was still here anyway.”

“Aww Drake...” Riley put her hand out of Drake’s on instinct. When she realized, she was about to pull back, but Drake didn’t flinch. He stared into her eyes a long moment and then looked away.

“Yes I know, I’m totally soft inside...a complete marshmallow. Don’t tell anyone. I would like to retain my reputation as surly and unapproachable.”

Riley gave Drakes hand a soft squeeze and then let go. “I knew from the beginning there was more to you than meets the eye. I just didn’t think I’d be able to get it out of you in less than two weeks.”

“You wore me down Bennett. It usually takes a lot more than two drinks to get half that much out of me. You have a gift”

“People have always been able to open up to me. I guess that’s why I was going to grad school to become a psychotherapist.”

“That’s not fair! You were using your therapist tricks on me.”

“No tricks, I swear. It’s just how I am.”

“Whatever you say Bennett. I’m going to have to be more careful around you. On that note, we should probably get back to the palace before someone sends out a search party for you.”

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They got back to the palace, and Drake walked Riley back to her room. They went in through a side entrance and thankfully didn’t run into anyone on the way. Drake really didn’t want to get her, or himself in any trouble.

Riley opened up her door and turned back to Drake. “Thank you again Drake...for everything today. I had a good time with you tonight.”

“I actually had a good time too, even with you making me spill my secrets.”

“I know there’s more in there. I’ll get them out eventually. You know I like a challenge.”

Drake stared at Riley’s mouth as she talked. She paused and he didn’t look away. He felt an undeniable urge to kiss her. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers.

“Bennett I...I will see you tomorrow.” He patted her on the shoulder. What was he doing? Liam was starting to fall in love with Riley. Drake had no business trying to make a move on her, and no reason to think she would want him over Liam.

“Oh..yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Drake.”

Drake walked quickly back to his room and turned in for the night. As he lay in bed trying to fall asleep, he couldn’t keep his thoughts off of Riley...Her falling into his arms, the little looks and touches they shared throughout the day, and how sexy she looked in her bathing suit. He really tried to think of anything and everything else, but he couldn’t help it. He felt his erection growing. It still seemed wrong to think about Riley this way, but he supposed masturbating to thoughts of her was nowhere near as bad as actually kissing her, or more. He started to move his hand up and down up his shaft and didn’t stop until he found release. He cleaned himself up and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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angelicspaceprince · 7 years ago

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No-So-Hidden Agenda

Author: Anna

Title: Not-So-Hidden Agenda

Character/s: Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Gabriel/Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 6, 846 words

Warnings/Tags: No smut, Gabriel being a dick for some of it, Changing Channels, shows like The Bachelor, me basically taking the piss (me if I was in this situation), plus size reader, some self criticism

Summary: When you first met the Trickster, he was playing the role of a janitor. Then, he found pleasure in trapping Dean in an endless round of murderous Tuesdays. Now? Now he’s finding endless joy in separating you from your brothers and pushing you around different TV shows. He doesn’t appear to have an agenda, but that doesn’t seem anything like him. So, why exactly is he throwing you into his version of Married at First Sight?

Notes: My mum watches a lot of tv surrounding romance or whatever (The Bachelor and Married At First Sight) so I thought eh. Changing Channels but with these programs. Also, ROMANCE IS NOT MY THING I’m sorry if it ain’t romantic.

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Not-So-Hidden Agenda

You had begun hunting with the Winchesters since you were twelve, your hunter guardians having died during a hunt. Bobby had been close to the people who raised you, and took you in. John later allowed you to start hunting with them, but you were sure Bobby had something to do with that.

So, as you’d expect, you had become like a third sibling to the Winchester brothers, and even when Sam decided to leave for college, you stayed with Dean to continue hunting. When John went missing and Sam had to drop out after the death of his girlfriend, you were always guaranteed to be there.

So, when you were investigating an apparent angry spirit who had gotten a professor to jump to his death, although you were sure he was pushed or tripped, you were there to help the boys. And that’s where you first met the Trickster.

When you first met him, he was all eyes and suggestive comments, flirting with you during the entire time you had to talk to him, every single conversation. When the boys were fighting and pranking each other, you took it upon yourself to delve deeper into the investigation which meant more discussions with the janitor, not that you minded. His conversations were light and easy and he always was fully stocked in your favourite candy and snacks, which was always a bonus.

Then you found out he was a Trickster and was the cause of all the deaths and/or humiliations that had happened since you caught wind of the case. When the three of you went into the school to gank him, the three of you were quickly separated but you figured you’d be okay. You didn’t have a weapon on you (your choice, you didn’t feel like you could stab something you saw to be practically human) so you decided to keep an eye out in case the Trickster managed to sneak out.

Then it happened.

When you turned the corner, your stomach dropped and your heart started to pulse, fast and loud. There, at the end of the corridor, was the one thing you feared more than anything else, huge and menacing as it apparently stares you down, intent clear in its posture.

You didn’t even think, you just turned and ran, twisting through the hallways as you tried to slip away from the illusion behind you, which you could hear was hot on your heels.

You knew it was fake but so were the alligators and the aliens and the freaking ghost. You weren’t gonna take that chance.

What you didn’t know at the time that, instead of shaking it off, it was herding you towards the lockers where you were promptly locked in. You huddled in the corner as the illusion that chased you stood outside the door, holding it shut.

You could see the black spots appearing in your vision as you began to hyperventilate, just being in close proximity to your fear affected you in such an extreme way as you pushed your body up against the wall in an attempt to get as far away as physically possible to that door.

It was probably only five minutes, but it felt like an eternity when the illusion finally fizzled out of existence. Your body was shaking, you were most likely crying you weren’t completely sure, but you knew you were safe. And when you finally could stand (with the help of Sam, not that you’d ever admit that), you felt the weight in your jacket pocket.

When you pulled the mysterious object out, it was your favourite candy with a small note.

Until next time sugar.

You didn’t tell Sam and Dean about the note.

Fast forward a few years and Sam and you were stuck in a time loop. Sam was convinced it was the mystery spot, but you weren’t convinced. Everything was the same, the piano being forced upstairs, the driver who’s keys you and Sam eventually had to start pinching, Dean’s freaking order, the time you guys leave the house when you leave the house, the damned dog yapping away, even the creepy man eating his breakfast who was sure to wink and send a suggestive comment to you at the diner, which Sam and Dean were always quick to shut down. When the Trickster finally messed up, you were pretty pissed. When he caught up with you, you tried your best to ignore him.

“C’mon sweets, aren’t you at least a little happy to see me?”

“You killed Dean hundreds of times, why would I be happy to see you?”

“I mean I told you I was alive, and I was hinting at you the entire time we were at the diner.”

“Hundreds of Tuesdays and only one pick up line. Only one in your arsenal.” Before the Trickster could make a remark about your arsenal, you stalked off. The next thing you know, you are waking up, looking over to Sam relieved when Asia’s Heat of the Moment wasn’t playing.

Dean died not even an hour later.

Sam and you went on the hunt for the Trickster, desperate to bring him back. Dean didn’t have long left topside anyway, but every minute he spent with you guys the more you had to remember him by. Hell, you even contacted the angel you had worked with on previous cases when the boys weren’t available, because for some reason, God decided you were special enough to have your own guardian angel. Balthazar, as it turned out, could be of no help. But, he could push you in the right direction.

So, you fought on and finally found the Trickster. You ran in when Sam called out your name and, sure enough, there was the stupid face that you were so attracted to, holding onto Sam’s stake as he moves to see you, smiling brightly.

“Hello there sugar plum!”

“Fuck off.”

Sam interrupted before you went ape shit on the guy, but even his pleading didn’t change his mind.

“It’s toxic! One of you dies, the other two go running off to save them no matter what the cost and its pathetic.” His eyes flickered over to yours that were filling with tears.

“Please.” You finally said, voice breaking as you finally break your silence. “He’s our brother.” The Trickster huffed.

“Fine. It got boring ages ago anyway.” Before he could click his fingers, you grabbed his arm tightly.

“Thank you.” You said, voice thick with emotion.

“Anything for you sweets.” With a quick wink and a snap of his fingers, it was all back to normal.

And, just like before, a bar of candy and a note was found in your pocket.

Stay safe, sugar plum.

You figured that was the end of that. No more Trickster, no more troubles, just focus on not starting and then stopping the apocalypse and you’ll be fine.

So, when Sam suggests they find the Trickster and ask for his help, you could say you were pretty livid. The idea that Sam wanted to ask for help from that bastard that gave you guys hell for months, killed Dean over and over and trapped you in a room with no escape was pretty fucking stupid to you. And enraging.

But, Dean eventually agreed with Sam and as always, at least in the Impala, majority rules. So, you set off after the Trickster, tracking him to a warehouse.

You insisted on a stake this time, not wanting to risk anything as you slowly make your way into the warehouse when you realised three things

One. You were no longer with your brothers.

Two. You weren’t in the clothes you originally were wearing.

Three. You had no fucking idea where you were.

That leaves you where you are now. As it turned out, you were trapped in a limousine that was heading towards a mansion where, standing outside in a full suit, was the Trickster. The dress you were wearing was long and impractical but clung to your curves and accentuated your body. The make up on your body, a rare occurrence, was light and highlighted your best features. And the moment you were practically pushed out of the limousine, you knew exactly where you were.

Inside the fucking Bachelor.

You have got to be kidding.

You all but stalked to the Trickster, heels making is slightly difficult but determination making it all too possible as you stand in front of him.

“Y/N! You look gorgeous sweets!” He compliments as he moves to hug you, but you step back, hand out as a warning.

“What the fuck? What is going on?” The Trickster smiles before spinning.

“You like? Got inspiration from Dean-o’s channel flicking earlier.” He is clearly pleased with himself. You raise an eyebrow.

“It’s becoming more and more apparent that you’ve never had an original thought in your life.” His body slightly deflates as you keep your guard up. “Where are the boys?”

“Safe.” Is all he says. “C’mon, enjoy this!” Your eyes don’t leave him, tracking his every move. He’d taken away your stake, but you were sure you could make another one.

“No offence, but why would I believe you?” You could see your words hurt him but he plays it off as if it’s a funny joke.

“C’mon, sugar, relax! This is gonna be fun!”

It wasn’t.

After the realisation you were stuck in that stupid show, you knew what was going to eventually happen. A rose ceremony.

You were overjoyed he didn’t make you go through the agony of a single or group date, rather just letting you sleep for the night and then have the rose ceremony the next day.

The music was tense as you stood with the other girls, all of whom were eerily similar to you it was almost creepy. When the Trickster walked in, confident as always, you couldn’t help but feel the small pang in your lower stomach. That suit really did look fucking amazing on him.

It was no shock to you when your name was called out relatively towards the top. You decided to play along and walk up to the demi-god, your clearly unimpressed feelings radiating from you.

“Y/N, will you take this rose?” He asks charmingly as he looks down at you.

“Can I shove it up your ass?” You smile sweetly. His smile falters before the scene changes and he’s gone.

~~~

It had been three days since that incident, and the amount of shows you had been shoved between was immense and disorientating. The Trickster – Dick, as you had come to name him – had come and gone whenever it suited him, but for the most part you were stuck in rom coms that meant that random characters would come up to you and talk him up.

Only Dick would put you through a series of movies and shows that stroked his ego.

But the one you were stuck in now had you pretty much with him 24/7.

Fucking Married at First Sight.

When you first realised where you were, you weren’t impressed. Until the wedding. It was almost like he had been in your brain – you wouldn’t put that past him – and picked it until he could create your perfect wedding. From the dress, to the venue, the flowers, heck even the food, it was all that you imagined. You had vows that he clearly had written for you, and you decided to play along.

As a hunter, you knew the chances of you getting married where incredibly slim, your line of work didn’t leave much for you in the dating department. So, just this once, you were willing to play along and live out the dream you had since you were a child. And if that meant talking him up and making him feel like he was the sun and the stars to you, you were willing to give him that little something.

Don’t even think that you were going to consummate the marriage, however. That’d be too weird.

You did kiss him though, and you weren’t shy to admit that it was nice. He knew how to kiss.

But that was three weeks ago, and you didn’t realise that you were going to be doing literally everything to do with the show. Including talking to the ‘experts’, aka the sex addict ‘relationship experts’.

Dick took it way too seriously. You were flawed with his whining comment said during this weeks ‘session’.

“Why aren’t you trying in this marriage, Y/N?” He slid down into the couch as he complains.

You look at him in shock. “Because I don’t want to be here. Or in this.”

“Y/N, you said you don’t want to be here and yet you auditioned to join the show. Was Dick not what you were expecting?” You shrugged.

“No. He isn’t my type.”

“What would say is your type?”

“Funny.” Was the first thing that blurted from your mouth. “Gotta be funny, loyal and able to take care of themselves. I don’t have time to take care of you when I’m on a hunt. Loving, affectionate, but can tell when I need my space. Romance isn’t high on my list, but I don’t mind it. Kind.” You pause. “Someone who will accept me for me. Who won’t try and change me, but challenge me. Who will love me no matter what. Someone who isn’t afraid to be undeniably themselves.” You finish softly as your jaw clicks as you finish your verbal vomit. “What did you do?”

“Nothing sweets, I swear.” He moves to put his arm around you, trying to comfort you, ignoring the way you stiffen in retaliation. “Everything you just said came from you, I’d never force you to say something like that.”

“You wrote my wedding vows.”

“Perhaps. But I wouldn’t make you share something personal.”

You believe him, but that didn’t stop your embarrassment as you realise who you just described.

You had described him.

That week, it was Yes Week and you were the one in charge. You quickly got to work, making him do all the cleaning, cooking, washing, all the grunt work. The human way.

He did it happily, humming away as he did it. Even did small things to make you smile, small notes found around the apartment, your favourite flowers found in weird areas around your house, making your favourite meals. He claimed it was your birthday at one point, so he baked a cake and iced it, all by hand, in his boxers, singing obnoxiously and cracked jokes. Really funny jokes. That irked you because you didn’t want to laugh, but by God, he cracked you up.

Being married to Dick wasn’t such a bad thing. Yes, you still asked about the boys on a daily basis, and he assured you they were safe. Even showed you on the TV them on the Japanese game show, which gave you a good belly laugh. Just seeing them as okay and alive made you happy, and even though it pissed him off that your main concern were always the boys he made the effort not to get cranky. He pulled every stop to make you happy. And that meant a lot.

When the following week came along, you were pretty annoyed when he had something else to complain about.

“There is no intimacy, we are never physically intimate and it hurts. They won’t even let me kiss them!” You slowly turn to look at the Trickster.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I barely even know you and you are complaining that I refuse to have sex with you? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” You were livid, what the hell? Why would he see that as a problem when you were pissy at him to begin with.

The scene seems to pause before fizzing out and, yet again, Dick disappears and you are in a new setting.

~~~

You were a bigger girl, yes you had muscle from your years of hunting, but you were larger before then and you were larger now. You had some issues growing up with your size, but you had gotten over it quick. There was no room for self-doubt about your size and the way you looked when you were busy shanking monsters. But still, it sometimes would weave its way into your life.

Which made this incredibly hard.

You were stuck in 1912, more specifically, in the movie Titanic. The shittiest movie of all time.

Dick had kept you company but you knew you weren’t the ‘perfect’ body shape of the era and you felt it, which made it hard for you to really even hate the experience.

You were almost at the crucial scene where iceberg met boat, and you were 99% sure that Dick was going to make you do the door scene when Balthazar suddenly appeared in your view. You were, for the first time in a while, alone when he suddenly flew in front of you.

“Y/N!” He sounds relived. “Thank fuck, Cassie’s been worried. You’ve been missing for days.” You blink as he observes your surroundings. “Oh Father, not this hell hole. C’mon, lets go before Celine makes an appearance.”

“Days? What about Sam and Dean?”

“Fuck it if I know, let’s get you out of here.” Just before he goes to touch you, he’s pushed up against the wall as the Trickster appears next to you. Balthazar’s eyes widen in shock.

“Gab-” He’s cut short as he starts to choke. Funny, you didn’t think angels could choke.

“Leave him alone.” You turn to Dick. “Leave him alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s my guardian.” The Trickster simply smirks as Balthazar clearly begins to panic.

“I think your guardian here needs a bit of a break.” He says calmly before clicking his fingers and Balthazar, as quick as he came, is gone.

“Where is he?” When he doesn’t answer, you push him firmly until he walks up against the railing of the boat. “Where. Is. He?” He shrugs.

“In a loop of his own little Hell.” You look at him confused, causing him to roll his eyes so dramatically that his whole body gets involved. “He’s stuck in another Titanic, but on repeat.” It takes a moment for you to realise something else.

“He called you Gabe.” You say slowly as you look up at him. “Is that your name?” He winks.

“Can’t let you in on all my secrets.” With that, he was gone.

~~~

It was clear now that whenever the Trickster – now Gabe – was stuck on what to say or in a situation he wasn’t comfortable in, he’d change the channel, so to speak. But you were never uncomfortable. Now, however, was a different story.

It took you thirty seconds to place where you were placed now, with the shapeless dress, the green hills and foggy morning, and, most importantly, the Trickster’s stupid costume and stupid tall hat.

Fucking Pride and Prejudice.

“When are you going to send me into something that is, I don’t know, slightly entertaining?” You snark as he takes off his hat.

“You truly don’t know why I’m putting you through this?” He asks softly.

“Sorry if I’m not as smart as you but you haven’t exactly been clear with what you want from this.” You can tell he looks super confused, as if what you had just said was in complete gibberish.

“I…I thought I made it pretty clear, sugar.” You shrug.

“Not to me. Where’s Sam and Dean?”

“You’ve asked me this literally every five minutes, can you just forget about them for five minutes and see what I’m providing for you?”

Your reply is a snort.

“Just…trust me on this. Please?”

Your blood boils. “Trust you? You sent my worst fear after me at Crawford Hall! You then decided to trap my brothers and I in an infinite number of Tuesdays where he died over and over, and yes, some of them admittedly were funny but he still died, and then you killed him for six months! My brother! And now, you’ve separated me from them doing God knows what, you won’t even tell me your name and you want me to trust you? How fucking stupid are you?!” The Trickster winces several times during your rant. “I mean, c’mon! I know you’ve got an agenda here, just tell me what it is so I can pretend to be on board, get Sam and Dean and can get out of this hell.”

He looks at you strangely. “An agenda?” You roll your eyes dramatically. “You really can’t tell what I’m doing here?” You look straight at him.

“With you? No. Never.” He looks slightly distraught.

“Sweets, its right in front of your face.” He does a dramatic spin with his arms held out. “Just think about it, where have you been? What’s the linking factor?”

“They’re all shit.” Your quick reply causes him to sigh.

“It’ll hit you eventually.” He hums. “How about a change of scenery?”

Before you can even protest, he clicks his fingers and the two of you fizz out of the Jane Austen novel and into your next ‘channel’.

~~~

The catsuit was incredibly uncomfortable, tight in all the right – and wrong – places, but it made you feel vulnerable rather than sexy.

You had already taken such glee out of punching some dickhead who was, for some reason, singing the line ‘tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?’, causing a very amused Gabe to wink at you and allow you to go to town on the boy.

He wasn’t too impressed when you started flirting with other people, however. They all instantly turned into him, which really irked you. You ended punching his stupid face a few times too. Heck, you even experimented and flirted with a couple of girls. Same outcome. The little shit.

But when you woke up and found yourself suddenly out of the relatively loose clothing and now in the tight leather catsuit. You simply looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow when the first few bars of ‘You’re The One That I Want’ started playing. The music instantly stops and he simply smiles your way.

“Looking good, sugar!” He compliments as he moves to sit next to you.

“I feel gross.” You complain. “A catsuit? Seriously? Could you get me in something a little tighter?”

“If you’re asking-” Your glare stops him in his tracks. “I think you look good.”

“You think my ass looks good.”

“Isn’t that what I said?” He responds cheekily. You shake your head.

“The boys okay?” You ask quietly after a few minutes go by. He lets out a dramatic groan.

“Seriously?” You shrug, not turning to look at him.

“They’re my brothers, family. I gotta make sure they’re okay. That’s my job, ya know?” You explain softly. “Just….are they safe?” He seems to soften.

“They’re fine. Sam has herpes.” You snort loudly when he tells you this. “But they are fine. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them permanently, sugar.” He promises. “Figured it out yet?”

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. He sighs dramatically.

“I’ve made this incredibly obvious, ya know?” You look at him, amused.

“Not to me, it isn’t.” He does a full body eye-roll.

“Only I would get involved with the most oblivious person in Creation.” He mutters.

“Get involved with?” You question.

“Don’t worry about it, sugar pop.” He smiles charmingly down at you. “Not that I don’t appreciate the scenery, but I’ve had enough of sitting around a high school. Change of scenery?”

Before you could even agree or disagree, the scene around you changes.

~~~

This was a new one. You were standing at a podium with twenty-four other women, all dressed in beautiful dresses, looking at the middle of the stage where, surprise surprise, Gabe was standing.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You recognised this show from the nights where you and Dean couldn’t sleep.

Are You The One?

It suddenly all clicked into place. Every single show you’d been on wasn’t to make you uncomfortable.

It was to freaking woo you. What the actual fuck was he thinking?

You automatically go to press the buzzer along side five other women, the only difference? Your buzzer doesn’t work.

You didn’t want to be here, you wanted out. Out. Out. You never had to deal with this before, your hunter demeanour went with you everywhere making you scary and unapproachable to most men. You didn’t know how to act, how to feel, how to continue.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the video playing, you were too busy trying not to hyperventilate as your hand stays firmly down on the button that refuses to buzz you out. You were weak at your knees and could hear your heart pounding loudly as you try your best not to faint.

Two hands suddenly wrap around you and hold you up. “Sweets, sweets, are you okay? Sweets, can you hear me? Sugar?”

You can barely hear the Trickster’s voice over the pounding in your ears. “Get me out of here.” When it doesn’t happen instantaneously. “Please. I know what you have been trying to do, but please, please, get me out of here.”

A quick snap of his fingers and you were gone.

~~~

You were out of the Hell you had called TV Land and in what you’d imagine was what was more or less a pocket dimension of the real world, which you were okay with. You could handle this much better than all of the fictional crap you’d been made to deal with. From what you could tell, you were at a café somewhere, but when you looked up, all you saw were stars. No pollution from any cities nearby meant you have a clear view of the galaxies above.

It was beautiful. Calm. And it, as a result, calmed you down, stopping the panic that once consumed you.

A sudden shift in the air lets you know Gabe has arrived. “Do you understand now?”

“That this is all a ploy to woo me?” You move your gaze to meet liquid gold. “No I don’t understand, but I know what you’re planning.” He looks at you confused.

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why me?” You shrug. “I mean, how old are you? Centuries? Millenia? Real fucking old in any case. You’ve seen women who are twice or three times more attractive than me, you see women all the time who are way better than me. So why go to all this trouble, unless you think its because I have some hold on the boys?”

He sighs dramatically as he leans back in his chair and stares up into the heavens. “Why won’t you trust me?” Your look is deadly.

“I don’t know, why wouldn’t I trust you after killing my brother endlessly for days on end, or after releasing my biggest fear after me and locking me into a room so I couldn’t get out, or after separating me from my brother’s in an attempt to humiliate them and woo me?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “You really think that after all that that I’d be into you? That it would forgive everything that you did?”

“Well….yeah? I mean. I gave you a rose, and not just any rose. A chocolate rose.” You raise an unamused eyebrow in his direction, not impressed with his joke. He rubs his face. “Sweets, I know you have ample reason not to trust me, but I do care about you.” You go to stand. “Wait, please, can you just,” he sighs, clearly not happy with the way things are going, “can you just sit and let me talk?”

Against better judgement, you do. Gabe looks incredibly unsure of what he was going to do next. “You gonna talk or what?”

“I’m trying to figure out what to say.” He admits. It was unusual to see him stuck on what to say or do, and as a result you were unsure of what to say or do. Finally, he starts. “Why don’t you believe that I like you?” You scoff.

“Look at me!” You indicate at your voluptuous body. “I’m not exactly super model quality. I snap at people, I’ve attempted to stab you, what, sixteen times since you snapped me away. I don’t have time for people, I am a hunter, which means that there is no time for a relationship and my lifespan has been knocked down by a decade or two. I’m not exactly the best of people to work with, let alone date. You will live for a long time after me, and you are…well, you. All powerful, just desserts and all that. Why would you be interested in an insignificant mortal like me?”

He looks a little taken a back by your rant as he moves forward, leaning over the table to grab your attention.

“Sweets, you are so, so wrong.” He begins, grabbing your hands, causing you to hold back a shiver as electricity flows between the two of you. “Sweets, everything about you, I’ve fallen in love with. Your eyes, fuck sugar, you have no idea how wise your eyes look, like you’ve lived a thousand life times and yet they are youthful. Mischievous. You hands,” he moves to press a small kiss in each of your palms, small sparks tingle through you when he does, “you have no idea how strong you are, how hard you work. Your hands show that, how hard you work to protect yourself and those around you. You are intelligent, and quick-witted, and powerful in your own right. You kicked my butt twice, and literally every other human I’ve met haven’t even been able to touch me. And that’s kinda hot.” His thumbs start to rub circles on your wrists, keeping you calm as he continues. “You’re loyal to a fault, the fact you won’t shut up about your idiot brothers proves that.” You roll your eyes, opening your mouth for a rebuttal, but he isn’t finished. “You keep me on my toes, and I’ve never been good at vocalising my feelings, but sugar, I wouldn’t have done something like this unless I genuinely felt something for you.” You snort.

“So this is your messed up way of saying I love you, please give me a chance?” You retort.

“Yes!” He exclaims, hands now flying in the air. “And your body, sweets? I would be lying if it wasn’t the one thing on my mind when I go to bed at night.” You send him an unamused smirk. “And I know you like me too.”

“Yeah right.” You lean back in your chair to avoid being touched by him again. “What makes you say that?”

“When we were on the couch.” He smirks confidently. “You described me.”

“You are incredibly arrogant to think that I’d be into you.” You attempt to distract him from the fact that, yes, you did describe him down to a T.

“Funny.” He starts, causing your heart to drop.

Don’t tell me he remembers all of it?

But of course he did.

“You can’t deny that I’ve got a wicked sense of humour, sweetheart. Loyal? Able to take care of myself? Sweetness, I think that if this proves anything I’m loyal to a cause and I’m perfectly able to take care of myself.” He begins to pace around the table slowly as he recites your list. “I’m affectionate, overly so I’ve been informed but I know you. I could tell during this entire thing when you needed space, and I provided it for you. Romantic, pssh.” A small flower seems to grow on the plate in front of you as he leans down to whisper into your ear. “I can be romantic when I want to be. Seductive too.” You move your head away to look at him, clearly not amused. “I know you don’t think it but I’m kind! Saved a puppy in my day. Even what I did that caused us to first meet I’d argue as being kind. Douchebag is being douchebaggy? Small dose of humiliation to put them in their place and to stop them being a dick. Professor threatens to fail students unless they have sex with him, cheating on his wife whilst doing so? Sugar, we both agree that they aren’t worth the living space that they take up.” You don’t agree, but he takes your silence as such. “I accept you for you, you know this surely. I’ve never stopped you from hunting, or tried to change you whilst you have been here.”

“Only my opinion.”

“I’m trying to make you see what I know you feel but refuse to admit.” He rebuts. “You can’t deny that I challenge you. I will love you, I do love you, no matter what. And we can both agree that I’m undeniably and unapologetically myself.” He stops, standing right in front of you so you have to crane your neck up to see him, toe to toe. “I check everything on your list. And you know that.”

“I’m not interested in anyone who doesn’t tell me their name.” You smile tightly.

“Gabriel.” He says without hesitation as your stomach drops when you realise exactly who he is. He seems to notice your sudden hesitation. “Just…think about it okay? Dean-o’s calling me, but I’ll be back.”

With that, he’s gone.

Your brain was racing, you knew he ticked your boxed and he was incredibly attractive, but could you really trust him? After everything he did? And, with his full name and the fact that Balthazar knew who he was made it pretty much confirmed in your mind that you weren’t dealing with a Trickster. But an archangel.

Fuck, that made things harder. It was one thing to him to be a demi-god, but an angel? One of God’s best? Fuck that shit, you were completely out of your depth.

Before your brain could dig itself further into a hole, everything around you becomes black and white static as you are whisked away from your beautiful spot surrounded by stars back into the warehouse you originally were when this mess started. There, in the circle of fire, was Gabriel.

“Y/N!” Dean sounds relieved. “Are you okay? What did the sonofabitch do to you?” You simply hold up your hand, indicating to him to stop.

“He did nothing, Dean. Just whisked me around some crap TV shows before I was pulled back here.” Gabriel looked relieved that you didn’t tell him the whole truth of the situation.

“We finally figured out who he-”

“He’s Gabriel the archangel.” You finish for him, eyes never leaving his as Castiel looks over at you, clearly confused. “Holy fire?” You nod at the circle. Gabriel simply nods, looking slightly annoyed. Dean grabs your arm.

“We’re heading.” He indicates to the door but you pull your arm away.

“I want five minutes with Gabriel. Alone.” You insist. Dean looks down at you, unsure if that’s a good idea. “I’ll be fine Dean.” You smile up at him. “Just have something private to talk to Steve about.”

“My name is Gabriel.”

“Oh, I thought that you might have had another name Nancy, God knows how many you’ve had over the years.”

That seemed to satisfy him and Sam as they all but pull Cas away from the situation, leaving you and the archangel alone. Silence ticks over between the two of you.

“So. Is this the part where you shank me with the angel blade that your guardian gave you? Newsflash, sweets, won’t work on me. Archangel and all.” The smile he sends you is bittersweet.

You shake your head. “No. But I would like to start with. What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Gabriel?” He looks at you as you continue to stress his name, clearly not sure where this conversation was going. Good. “You are in hiding, I gather, seeings that you were perfectly happy pretending to be a Trickster.”

“The Trickster.” The look on his face is clearly over-confident to make up for something. “Witness protection. To the Pagans, I’m Loki.” You roll your eyes, whispering an ‘of bloody course’.

“That’s besides the point.” You continue on. “Your brothers and sisters don’t know where you are, do they Gabriel?”

“If you’re threatening to out me-”

“For fuck’s sake, Gabriel, stop thinking that I’m going to stab you in the back!” You finally shout. “I don’t care if you are in hiding, it’s none of my business why you ran and to be honest, I could really care less at this point, but what I do want to know is why the hell you’d get involved with Heaven’s business if you are hiding from your siblings?”

“Don’t you dare think that I don’t love the-”

You hold your hand up again, pinching the bridge of your nose before taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “I get it Gabriel. Okay? You don’t always get along with family. You take breaks and live your own life, that’s normal. That’s family. Sam did the exact same thing for four years, and it did him the world of good. I’m sure it has for you too. But,” you move forward as you talk until you can’t move forward unless you want to get licked by the fire, “why get involved when you’ve cut yourself off?” His jaw clicks.

“I want it to be over! I’ve had enough of the stabbing, the fighting, the ‘where’s Dad? I don’t know, you don’t know? Let’s try and run things and hope it doesn’t all go to shit!’. I’ve had it!” His voice slowly gets louder, more emotional.

“Please don’t yell at me Gabriel, I’m not yelling at you.” You respond calmly, quietly. “I can empathise with what you are saying, but these are my brothers you are asking to fight against each other, almost certainly ending with the death of both of them. You hate experiencing that, so why should I? There are other ways Gabriel, surely you can see that.”

“How did you know that I was trying to get them to convince them to say yes?” He looks at you suspiciously.

“You were trying to woo me by putting me through supposedly romantic shows and movies. You were making the boys go through random shows, not letting them pass unless they played their roles. It’s kinda easy to figure out.”

“Boys didn’t think so.”

“The boys are stupid when it comes to subtext.” You shake your head. “I considered what you said.” He doesn’t look happy about that.

“If you’re just going to-”

“Stop assuming what I mean.” You instruct firmly and he shuts up. “We are currently fighting your brother in the hopes we can find a way to not have him take over the world and kill all humans, and I’m talking about both of them by the way. I just….I can’t right now.”

He shrugs, playing it off as if it was nothing to him. “Whatever, sugar. All I can say is that you’re missing out. Care to set me free now?” You cross your arms. “You weren’t finished?”

“No.” You give him a knowing smile. “You are one to jump the gun, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been told that once or twice.”

“Well don’t.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He was beginning to sound hopeful. “I’m not saying definitely yes, however,” you stop him from talking, his mouth closing as quickly as it opened, “after all of this,” you wave your hand behind you to accentuate your point, “has blown over? I’m willing to give it a go.”

“Really?” Oh God, it was like you had told him you were getting him a puppy for Christmas. He perked up and looked possibly the most excited you’d ever seen him.

“Yeah. I mean, if Dean can pussyfoot around dating Cas, why can’t I date his older brother so we can make fun of the both of them?” He seems amused.

“So, once this is all over?”

“Ask then, I’ll most definitely say yes.” You turn and see the fire alarm by the front door. “But, for now, lets keep this between us? I don’t want Dean at least trying to shank you.”

“One thing, sugar?” You hum. “Why do you keep saying my name?”

You smile sweetly over to him. “Like the way it sounds. Suits you, much better than any other name you have.”

You step back, moving to break and activate the alarm. Water starts to spray inside, and the holy fire circle quickly goes out, and within seconds, he’s gone and behind you, pulling you close.

“I’ll see you when this is all over, sugar.” He growls into your ear before disappearing all together. Outside, you hear Dean’s swearing, and you rush to see what’s wrong before cracking up laughing.

As a parting gift, Gabriel had changed the Impala to the Mystery Machine.

Dean was pissed.

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