#michael spn imagine

[gilverrwrites]

first time requester here uhhh could you pretty please with cherries on top do tfw (and maybe gabe or Lucifer? up to you though!) reacting to reader being like, REALLY quiet in bed? Like they’re not holding back or anything, they just genuinely don’t make much noise?

Rating: 18+

Please remember: As long as you're trying, you're doing better than you think.

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Dean: Unless you specify that making noise is a boundary for you, he will see it as a challenge. He’ll find things, moves you like and hammer them over, and, over again to try and get some noise out of you. Or he’ll ask you lots of dirty questions during the deed. High praise, when you do make noise, like he’s trying to condition more noise. He just needs some kind of queue that he’s doing a good job, encouragement, like a dog being told he’s a good boy.

If you state it’s a limit, he’ll respect that, but he needs some other indicator, like red-light/green-light, or some form of physical touch meant to convey a job well done. 

Sam: Won’t really bat an eyelid at it. He’s a very accepting person, and he likes you for you, noisy or not.

If you express to him that you’d like to be noisier in bed, he will happily assist. Asking how you’re doing; how does that feel? What about this? No, no, not until you show me how much you want it. Repeating things he’s learned will get a reaction out of you.

Otherwise, he’ll keep on ploughing as is.

Castiel: If you’re normally a very vocal/noisy person in day-to-day life, he’d be concerned. He’ll worry that he’s done something wrong. When he confronts you and you tell him you’re good, you’re just quiet, he’ll feel so much relief, you’ll see the weight lift from his shoulders. Bless him, he gets stressed.

If you’re not normally a very vocal/noisy person, then he likely won’t notice. There are many, many humans, and they are all strange and unique, and this is just part of who you are.

He is quite chatty in bed however, he likes to express how he is feeling, how you make him feel, and he likes to check on you, so unless you’re happy to have little check ins/chit chats mid sex, you’ll need to express your boundaries.

Gabriel: Very similar to Dean. Evoking noise from you is a game, and he’s determined to master it. Even if that means underhanded tactics. Laughter is just as good, there will be tickling. He will playfully withhold or deny you touches or kisses to make you beg ask for them. Oh, that one little touch made you moan a teeny tiny bit? WE’RE DOING THAT AGAIN!

If you state that it’s a boundary, that’s cool, cool, cool. He can make enough noise for the both of you, he’s a soft, chatty, moaning, mess of an angel in the throws anyway.

Lucifer: Honestly, he probably won’t even notice at first. Like Gabe, he will make enough noise for the both of you. He loves the sound of his own voice, and he often gets lost in the feelings and his own emotions throughout. When he does eventually notice, he’d tease you about it. The ideal reaction is for you to get all shy and frustrated about it, but any provoked response is likely satisfying, he just likes to know he’s having an effect on you.

Michael: Is also very quiet in bed, in fact, he prefers it. His mind is very busy (especially when Adam is in there) and he enjoys being able to turn it off. He just does what feels good. There is no need to perform, and the fact that you respond the same is very validating for him. He will not question, tease, or try to provoke an inauthentic response from you. He will accept you as you are.

[unfavorableangel]

seeing how many people thought michael was torturing adam in hell before season 15 always makes me giggle. "oh, poor adam, he's probably suffering," and he was actually having freaky angel mind sex.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Y/N: Lucifer won’t come out of his room!

Gabriel: Just tell him I said something.

Y/N: Like what?

Gabriel: Anything factually incorrect.

Y/N, shrugging: If you say so.

Lucifer, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

[shipping-all-ships]

(After betraying the Winchesters)

Sam: This isn't what Adam would have wanted!

Michael: You clearly didn't know him that well.

[kaleldobrev]

Knew You Would Come Around

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Fem!Reader | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael's happy you've finally come around

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nudity (but no smut), Y/N is the best actress ever, Michael being absolutely delusional, Sad!Reader

Authors Note: Set in the same universe as Once Mine | Please read Once Mine before reading this one | Some non-con elements but nothing graphic (very G Rated in description) | Y/N deserves an Oscar for her performance | Y/N misses Dean :( | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been weeks since you’ve been trapped in this penthouse, weeks without any kind of contact from the outside world besides room service, the occasional monster that Michael had invited in, and Michael himself. Michael, the archangel who was currently using the love of your life as his meat suit. The same man who refused to believe that you weren’t this other version of you. There was a part of him though, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, that may have been slightly delusional due to the grief that he had faced when his world version of you was killed. A version of you that he loved more than anyone or anything. A version of you that he absolutely refused to let go of.

You tried for weeks resisting him. Resisting any ounce of change that he had tried to make. He wanted you to be the version of you that he had fallen in love with, not who you truly were. Dean loved this version of you, but Michael didn’t. And in order to survive, you played along. Played along with his delusions of you being his one true love. Pretending to actually care when he talked about certain subjects. Pretending to enjoy when he would kiss you. Pretending to enjoy him holding you in the middle of the night while lying in bed together. This was the only way, you had thought to yourself.

Your mind was racing as you watched television, as there was really nothing for you to do while Michael was away. There was relief whenever he had left for the day, but at the same time, you had found yourself sometimes feeling a strange sense of loss whenever he did leave; and you weren’t quite sure why. This man had taken over Dean, the one man you had loved more than anyone or anything — your soulmate, and Michael ripped him away from you, and you despised him for it.

But the more you thought about it, the more your mind had started to wander. Maybe you had found it relatively easy to pretend because it was technically still Dean on the surface? Maybe that strange sense of loss that you felt when Michael had left is because it felt like Dean was being ripped away from you all over again? Then again, maybe you were just starting to become delusional like Michael.

When the door opened, you were instantly snapped out of your thoughts. Show time, you thought. “Hey Mike, how was your day?” You asked him, trying to give him that sing-song like tone he had preferred compared to your actual voice.

“Rough, but making progress,” he stated, closing the door behind him. You turned around from your position on the couch to look over at him, where he was currently hanging up his 1920s style jacket on the coatrack. Progress? What type of progress? You wanted to ask. But you knew better than to ask.

"Well, that's wonderful that you're making progress," you said, getting up from your spot on the couch to stand in front of him. "But, I'm sorry you had a rough day," you continued, as you started to untie his tie, making sure you kept the right amount of eye contact.

"Thankful I'm finally home with my girl," he stated, giving you a slight smile as he watched you carefully removing his tie from around his neck. You almost stopped removing his tie, as the nickname he had just given you had thrown you off, as My Girl was one of Dean's go-to nicknames for you.

Forcing a smile, you finished removing his tie. "Happy to have you home," you lied. His hand moved to cup your cheek, admiring the delicate features of your face. Despite you not being his original Y/N, you were good enough for him in moments like these, moments where he needed comfort.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, before leaning in and kissing the top of your head. Strangely, you felt yourself slightly melt into the kiss, as it was a feeling that you had missed. Top of the head kisses and forehead kisses were ones that you had cherished the most from Dean. Despite it not actually being from him, you pretended it was; and pretending helped.

You found yourself on the couch again, watching some cooking show on FoodNetwork, mentally writing down recipes that you knew Dean would have liked. Recipes you’d probably never get the chance to make for him “Y/N!” Michael called; his voice making any previous thoughts you had disappear.

“Yes Mike?” You yelled back, muting the television as you did so.

“Come join me,” he said. His voice wasn’t demanding in nature, but you knew he wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Be right there!” You replied back.

Walking into the bathroom, the glass shower was steamed up just enough that Michael's figure almost looked like he was some kind of blur, almost dream sequence like. And for a brief moment, you felt some sort of bliss; as if you were in fact in a dream, a dream where you had walked in on Dean in the shower — something that you had done so many times before. But that brief moment of bliss was fanned out the second the Archangel spoke. "Come on in Sweetheart," he said, opening up the glass door for you. Sweetheart, yet another nickname that you had once loved now made your skin crawl.

Removing your clothes quickly, they fell onto the floor into a pool of fabric. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the shower and closed the door behind you. Upon entering, Michael's back was facing you, his face toward the showerhead. You found your fingers reaching toward his back, wanting to trace little circles — something that you were so used to doing to Dean when you were either in the shower or lying in bed.

But as you were half-way to his back, he started to turn, and you retracted your fingers; looking up at him almost with a sorrowful look on your face. "Glad you could join me," he said, giving you a small smile. You tried your best to give a similar smile back, but you found it hard to, and you knew he could sense the struggle. "Turn around, I'll get your back," he said, trying to break the uneasiness between the two of you.

"Okay," you replied, slightly nodding. Turning around, you felt more vulnerable than ever, hating this current feeling. You felt your eyes close in anticipation at the touch of him. A moment later, you felt a washcloth start running along your spine, just stopping above your ass before it came back up and went from your left to your right shoulder blade.

"You're very tense," he whispered in your ear. He kissed your temple, and again, you found yourself slightly melting into it, again finding yourself reminiscing about all the times Dean had kissed your temple in order to comfort you. "Want me to help you?" He asked. "I know you like massages."

"But you're the one that's had the rough day, not me," you said, your voice sounding a little timid. But he seemed to ignore your comments; placing the washcloth on the small built-in shelf before he started using his thumbs to make circles on your back.

You wanted to resist the nice feeling, but you couldn't. It felt nice having his hands rubbing your back, finding those exact pressure points that Dean knew all too well. “I know this has been difficult for you,” Michael said after a few moments of silence between the two of you; leaning down and kissing your shoulder. Understatement, you thought. “But you’ve been really receptive of me lately,” he said, almost as if he was giving you a pat on the back. “Which is very much appreciated. I’m glad you can finally see things my way.” Again, he kissed your shoulder, but this time you felt your body slightly shudder at his touch, hoping that he didn't notice this reaction.

“Of course,” you began, “like you said, this is very much a win-win for the both of us,” you said, forcing a slight smile on your lips. You turned around to face him, and you cupped his cheek, slightly rubbing it with your thumb. God I miss you, you thought. The feeling of the stubble on your fingertips making you strangely sentimental.

“I love you,” Michael admitted, and you felt as if your heart was about to stop. You weren’t in love with him, there was no chance you could ever be; not after everything he had done. He was simply a monster disguised as your soulmate and nothing more. But you had to keep up the pretending, keep on acting in order to survive.

“I love you too,” you said, and you felt like you had wanted to throw up.

“Told you you’d come around,” he almost whispered, a small smirk on his lips. A moment later he leaned in, crashing his lips into yours.

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[kazuiislazy]

MY SILLY MASTERLIST!! 🥳

Basically a masterlist of stuff i write except i haven't really written much (haha, i'm crying, i'm so busy rn)

Supernatural "Don't Leave." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"You're Perfect To Me." [Jack Kline x reader]

"Oblivious or Obvious?" [Castiel x reader]

some spn characters as college/highschool students [no pairing, just headcanons in general]

"Entranced." [Castiel x reader]

"Stop Pulling Away." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"No One Deserves That." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"Don't Stop." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"Take My Hand." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"All For You." [Michael x reader]

"Kill For You." [Michael x reader]

"You Drew Stars Around My Scars.." [Dean Winchester x reader]

LOTR/Lord of the Rings

"There's No Need To Apologise." [Aragorn x reader]

"The Plan." [Aragorn x reader]

"What's There To Like?" [Aragorn x reader]

Shadow & Bone

"You Should Be Scared Of Me." [The Darkling x reader]

"Did You Just-" [Kaz Brekker x reader] "Promise Me?" [Kaz Brekker x reader]

[theyonlyhadeachother]

so something yall need to know is that im a SUCKER for time travel fix it fics. and i was reading some general spn ones today, just like destiel going back, or just sam and dean going back. and that got me thinking.

midam cant have a time travel fix it. well. they could. but like. in a kinder world they never met. they never bonded. they never knew each other the way they do in this one.

but also imagine. they do go back, who knows how, to like season 5. lucifer is begging michael to walk off the chessboard, sam and dean are trying to resist being vessels. michael just sent dean back in time to show him everything is destined.

and then suddenly. michael shows up wearing adam, and theyre sharing a body and michael is done with the apocalypse and genuinely hates dean for reasons Other than him just being human

that would be so fucking funny. nobody would know what was going on. i cant imagine like zachariah's reaction

[followafallingstar]

How you meet Michael - Cordelia

Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.

Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch

Disclaimer: soulmate au

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.

At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.

Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.

His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.

He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.

At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.

His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.

At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.

“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.

“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered

“Call me Cora”.

[theangelssing]

Real - Midam

prompt: It’s been like this for months now, Adam wanting a real kiss from Michael, not a vision. So Michael tries everything to make his human happy, even asking Sam Winchester for a little help.

Midam, Adam x Michael, third POV, 1574 words

warnings: soft fluffy imagine but slight mention of anxiety and overprotection, physical touch like hugs & kisses (romantic way), physical affection (friendly hand on shoulder)

a/n: this imagine takes place after last season, forgetting almost everything from the last season tbh (Dean, Crowley, Castiel, Gabriel, etc aren’t dead)

don't hesitate to send request for every character & ship you want (:

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“I wish we could kiss,” said Adam with a small sad smile. Michael projected a kiss in Adam’s mind, trying his best to make it feel as real as possible. Adam shook his head, erasing the sweet image.

“Not like this. I mean a real kiss, your mouth on mine… y’know?”

Michael didn’t answer. What could he? A real kiss wasn’t easy, near impossible, without possessing another body. And even when possessing another body, the kiss never felt right. The vessel was different each time, making Adam uncomfortable – almost as if he was cheating on his boyfriend even if Michael were the same no matter his vessel.

So when Adam asks for a real kiss, Michael says nothing. When Adam is asleep or when Michael is fully controlling their shared body, the archangel would try to work on his powers to become stronger, to make the illusion of the kisses and hugs even more real without leaving his body. But it was harder than he thought and he had no one to ask advice to. He feared his own brothers would pity or shame him and he didn’t want this – or more like he didn’t want them to joke about it in front of Adam. He thought about asking Castiel but Cas isn’t strong enough to know this kind of power. Hell, he even thought asking Crowley or Rowena! but he didn’t want to be involved with black magic or demon.

Hence why he was knocking on Sam’s door. Entering the bunker wasn’t easy and he feared Dean wouldn’t let him entered if Adam wasn’t there but the oldest Winchester seemed to have softened and let him in. After having answered vaguely Dean’s questions, he walked straight to Sam’s bedroom. He opened quickly, as if he was waiting for Michael to come, making him feel weird.

“Hi Michael, what can I do for you?” asked Sam almost immediately.

Michael looked at him from head to toe. Disoriented. Uncomfortable.

“How?…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Sam answering already.

“When Adam knocks, it’s soft and I always almost don’t hear it. You’re knocking on the door as if your life depends on it. And Dean sent me a message. So, what can I do for you?”

Michael winced. Of course the answer was as simple as that. He sighed, entering Sam’s room and closing behind him.

“Well it is rather… embarrassing. Know that I hate asking you for this but I am here for Adam.”

“Go on.”

Sam sat on his bed, showing the desk’s chair to Michael, feeling this conversation would be a long one. Michael hesitated but finally sat on the chair, looking at Sam. God, it was so hard to talk about something as private as this.

“Dude, if it’s for Adam I won’t judge you so go on.”

The younger Winchester had something kind and generous in him. Michael thought for a second, before finally saying to himself that he made the right decision. Michael started to talk, to share things to Sam while the boy was listening carefully, nodding his head from time to time. He even reached for Michael’s shoulder to pat it, to give him comfort and confidence in his revelation. Sam wasn’t judging the archangel not feeling pity – as Michael feared – he was silently supporting and maybe even trying to search for a solution already.

“But I can’t. It doesn’t work and I didn’t know who to ask for help. So I thought you were the one who could help me without judging us or shaming Adam for being with me.”

Sam said nothing, he just stared at Michael and the archangel suddenly felt as if he said something dumb or wrong. But Sam only smiled softly then raising on his feet.

“Michael, man, nobody will judge Adam for loving you. You spent 1080 years in Hell together!”

“So… you’ll help me? Without saying anything to the others?”

“Right,” Sam sighed. “If you wish to not say anything, I won’t.”

Michael almost jumped from his chair.

“Thank you, Sam Winchester.”

“Woah, calm down with the family name. I’m just helping, I didn’t say it’ll work. Why don’t you ask Jack by the way? He’s God now.”

“Because he’s a kid.”

“Yeah but the most powerful one. Anyway, gotta start reading some books. Be ready for your training, I’ll call you when I find something.”

Sam winked at Michael and made him leave his room, then heading straight to the bunker’s library. Michael stayed there, helpless and unable to say anything, just leaving the bunker after having say goodbye to Dean. He returned at home and was so perturbed that he let Adam take the control again.

When Sam called, it was late during the night. Adam was asleep, Michael wide awake, champing at the bit, afraid Sam called someone and told everything. But when the phone rang, Michael jumped on it and answered straight away. Sam chuckled.

“Alright. I think I found something. I’ll come over, you won’t achieve anything in the bunker.”

And with this single message, the Winchester stopped the call and was with Michael twenty minutes later. A chance nobody was on the road, Sam said. Michael didn’t dare to ask how far above the speed limit he was. Sam exposed his books, showing Michael everything he found about the urgent matter.

Michael didn’t have the time to read, urging Sam to explain what he had to do. The younger brother laughed but told him, explaining everything he found. So the archangel tried. And retried. Again. And again. Until he said stopped. It was almost dawn and Sam didn’t sleep. Michael could tell he was exhausted to watch a grown archangel, the oldest one, not even reaching a small part of his goal. He knew Sam felt as if he was failing him. Michael wanted to say that he did his best helping him and that he should go home and rest but Sam didn’t want to. He wanted to continue, to find a solution, to make Adam happy and Michael feeling better about their relationship.

“Michael, you have to feel what you’re wishing for, what you wanna make Adam feel, otherwise it can’t work.”

“I’m trying Sam, but it doesn’t work! Go home, I can’t do that.”

“No. You have to understand how to be vulnerable. This power works only if you’re as vulnerable as Adam, if you feel the same things as Adam. Nothing can happen, so try again, make you vulnerable.”

“How? I have to protect him, Sam, I am an archangel and…”

“You’re Adam’s boyfriend right now, you have to make sure he’s happy and you have to love him. Love sure is a feeling of vulnerability so you have to break the walls you created around you. Go on, please, man. You can do it. Just… let your feelings take over.”

“If something happens, you’ll protect us?”

“Dude I’m a hunter, of course. Now shut up and try already!”

The archangel never felt this, a strange feeling, as he was trying to become like Adam. He suddenly felt lighter, enveloped by Adam’s love, feeling his own love enveloping and embracing him – he saw them kissing, hugging, he felt and saw it and wished for it to be true, wishing so hard that he forgot everything and only thought about Adam and felt even more in love and he tried to redirect his affection towards Adam and in no time he felt an answer to his kiss. The archangel closes his eyes, leaning in the kiss, in the new embrace. He didn’t ask himself what was happening – for the first time he was enjoying Adam and himself only, without anything coming in between them. Sam, from the outside, saw Adam and Michael’s shared body leaning in the soft mattress and pillows. He saw all the anxiety and blood pressure of Michael leaving the body, almost as if Adam took control again. But it was still the archangel, powerfully dominating his feelings and Adam.

That is when Michael felt the urge to press himself against Adam that the human woke up, in the tightest hug and most loving kiss he ever had. He was submerged by Michael’s love, surprised even. But most of all, he was happy, serene, calm. He was enjoying everything his archangel was giving him at the moment and what a moment! It felt as if they were doing it for years but Adam would never want to stop. It felt too right, too perfect to break it. But the archangel couldn’t stay like this for too long, leaving his human eager for more. Yet Adam was still feeling the link between them, he could almost see it and even though he was left without being warned.

No one dared to speak, Michael too surprised by himself, Adam too shocked and happy, and Sam couldn’t resign himself from stopping this quite private moment. The archangel only looked at the Winchester and only moved his lips in a “thank you”. Sam, without making a sound, left them. Michael was still hugging Adam, clenching at him. Adam was still feeling everything, almost painting after this mouthful kiss. A kiss that prevented a lot more, now that the archangel knew how to be even more powerful to fulfill his human’s desires.

“How did this kiss felt so real?”

“Because I made myself stronger for you.”

[6lostgirl6]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

🩸 = Smut/18+ Themes 🩸

Fics:

Headcanons:

Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean

Dean As Your Boyfriend HCs - Coming Soon!

Imagines/Scenarios:

[gilverrwrites]

reader having to adjust to michael and adam in the same body together (maybe a twinge of angst), but reader slowly grows to love michael just as much as they love adam <3

Growing to love Michael as much as you love Adam

Author note: This is very Michael heavy, I think at some point I wanna do something that either more Adam centric, or fully about them both. Also I have some ideas brewing for an actual fic, maybe?

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, mild angst.

Words: 982

Please remember: Not to worry about thing's you cannot control.

Seeing Adam after so long was surreal.

He’d changed so much; he wasn’t just older, taller, stronger.

He was always laid back and practical, but now he’s more self-assured and perceptive. 

And surprisingly well-adjusted for a man who had just spent more than a millennia in hell.

In some ways, it was easy to fall back into strides with him. He’d grown and changed, but he was still the man you loved.

The hardest part was Michael.

Sometimes it felt like you were the 3rd wheel. You knew Adam first, you loved him first, but Michael had known him longer. Try explaining that to literally anyone.

Although honestly, explaining any part of Adam, Michael, and your whole dynamic to anyone would be complicated.

Now that they’re free of the cage, Michael could so easily return to Heaven. He could repress Adam's mind, take his body, and do as he pleases, but he doesn’t. He’s sacrificing everything for him. How are you supposed to compare?

Sometimes Adam will clock out of a conversation, absorbed in something else with Michael.

They have stories, and inside jokes you can never really be a part of.

It’s lonely, waking up in an unexpectedly empty bed.

Being stood up because Michael had other plans.

Raising the issues with them garners sympathy and promises of change from Adam, but Michael is less responsive, which doesn’t give you much hope.

Change is a three-way street in this case. 

However, you suspect they discussed the issue between themselves at some point, because change does come.

You’d finish dinner with Adam, but Michael would help you clean up.

He has offered to use his mojo, "so much faster and easier", but Adam doesn’t want to rely too much on it. You tend to agree, unless you’re feeling lazy.

And Michael is always quick to agree when you ask. Who knew Michael could be the naughty one.

You’d plan a game/puzzle night, which Michael would get invested in, and take control of. Especially if it is strategy-based.

You’d come home at the end of a hard day, and often, Michael was the one who would listen.

At first it was:

“Your whining is displeasing; I implore you to stop.”

But over time, he becomes more sympathetic, more interested in your feelings and day-to-day life.

Until he greets you with questions about your friends, or on-going dramas. Asking if you have had a better day today.

He asks you a lot of questions. Mainly about Earth, humanity, and culture at first. Adam is a sufficient guide to the human world, but he is a little behind the times.

And you can’t deny how cute he is when he repeats slang words back at you, or attempts to use them.

“What is ‘clickbait’?” “You’re home, how was work? Please ‘spill the tea’.” “Your clothing? Oh yes, it is ‘slaying’. Is that the correct term?”

Adam, who is also learning many of these words for the first time as well, is cringing so hard in their head.

Over time his questions get more personal. Your friends, family, hobbies, etc.

He knows a lot of it already. From Adam talking about you in the cage, from his memories, and from listening to conversations you have had since reuniting. They’re both always there really, even if you’re not interacting with one directly.

But there is a difference between first-hand and second-hand experiences.

And you enjoy having someone else to talk to about these things, another perspective.

You’d grown to like his company, for an Angel he's surprisingly compassionate, at least when he wants to be anyway.

Eventually, he trusts you enough to divulge information about his own family and his very long existence.

Sometimes you would wake up in Michael’s embrace. Which wasn’t necessarily unpleasant.

Even in the dark and the silence of night, you can tell the difference.

Adam's touch is soft, warm, and comforting. He makes you feel at ease.

Michael is solid, and protective. He makes you feel safe.

Until eventually, while you don’t quite feel like you’re on par with Michael, you do feel welcome.

You like him in fact.

Maybe you like him a little too much, considering he is not your boyfriend.

Your feelings for Adam haven’t lessened at all, but how can you spend 50% of your time with Michael, who is insightful, wise, inquisitive, and so damned cute. Who makes you feel safe, and valued...

And not develop some feelings.

Which complicates things further. It puts you on edge. Makes you worried about accidentally crossing a line.

How is one supposed to act around their boyfriend when their boyfriend isn’t their boyfriend, and also you have feelings for both the boyfriend and the not boyfriend, you know? Totally relatable, right?

All those mixed feelings of inadequacy when compared to Michael and the uncertainty when spending time with him are not happy or healthy ways to feel in a relationship.

You have to broach the subject, with them both, and Michael has something to say immediately.

“We are not in competition. I can assure you Adam loves us both in different ways, in equal measure.” But he’s not Adam half the time. He’s you! You’re not Adam, you don’t love me, I don’t know how to behave around you. “Are you certain you are human?” What? “Humans are not the most astute. However, sometimes you are as dense as osmium.” Are you calling me stupid?! “I urge you to stop and consider your words for a moment. I find it incredibly upsetting and frankly offensive that you believe me to be so incapable of loving you, as foolish and naïve as you may be.”

Adam knew, the whole time. The whole damn time.

He just needed the two of you to figure it out on your own first.

There’s a lot of conversation to be had between the three of you from there.

[angelicbros]

[adreamoverlife]

They hate me because I headcanon Michael and Adam as asexual and also the countless atrocities I’ve committed but mostly for the headcanon

[kaleldobrev]

Once Mine

Pairing: Apocalypseverse!Michael x Apocalypseverse Fem!Reader | Michael!Dean (Dean Winchester) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael thinks him possessing Dean can be a win-win for the both of you

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Michael not taking no for an answer

Authors Note: Flashbacks are in italics | Yes, I really did call the Archangel Michael “Mike” | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Apocalypse World

Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her usual chair reading through a book she has read through hundreds of times. That was one of the things she had missed most pre-apocalypse: books, and having access to them. Since the apocalypse happened, she still had access to them but they were scarce; a lot of them had been burned to ash and she salvaged all she could.

She closed the book she was currently reading, her eyes starting to get tired looking at the text. As soon as she placed her book down, the door opened, and a smile formed on her face — it was as if he knew she had been done with reading. “Hey Mike,” she said.

He rolled his eyes at her. “You know how I hate when you call me that,” he stated, his voice stern.

“But yet, you never correct me,” she said, getting up from her spot on the chair and walking over to him.

As soon as she met him, her arms instantly wrapped around his waist, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around hers. “True,” he stated. “Don’t let the other angels hear you, cause they’ll start calling me Mike.”

“I’m sure they’ve heard me plenty of times,” she stated. “Particularly moaning it,” she grinned, whispering.

“True. You aren’t particularly quiet,” he grinned back.

“I love you, you know that?” She said, her hands moving to wrapping around his neck now.

He nodded. “And you know I love you too right?”

“I sure do,” she answered, their lips finally meeting.

Main Universe

Michael looked at you, sitting on the couch across from him — a coffee table was the only thing separating the two of you. The way you held your hands he knew you were nervous and he honestly didn’t know why, as nervous was the last thing that you should be.

Michael got up, and he couldn’t help but notice your eyes move as he walked; your heart beating rapid fire. “Want a drink?” He asked you, as he found his way behind the bar, taking out two whiskey glasses.

You shook your head. “I’m good thanks,” you stated, your voice meek.

“You sure? I know you like whiskey,” he said, starting to pour the amber colored liquid into his glass.

You looked at him, slight confusion on your face. “Um, I don’t actually,” you confessed. Oh yeah, my Y/N liked whiskey, he thought, not Dean’s Y/N. “Sorry,” you apologized.

“No need, must of misremembered,” he lied. He never misremembers. “It’s Dean that likes whiskey, not you.”

You nodded in agreement. “I don’t like beer either,” you said, your voice still meek sounding but it started to become more comfortable at the same time.

“So what do you drink?” He asked, genuinely curious. It slightly amazed him how different you were compared to the version of you in his world. Although you were an exact copy, you were still very different in every single way.

“Rum and coke, wine, vodka cranberries,” you said, naming a few. “I guess I like drinks that don’t really taste like alcohol. Dean he would…” you sighed sadly, starting to pick at the skin around your nails. “He would always jokingly of course, make fun of me for my quote on quote girly drinks.”

“How would you like a rum and coke?” He asked you.

“I’m honestly okay,” you responded. You didn’t know why he was being so nice to you given the situation. He had taken complete and total control over your boyfriend and he was acting like nothing was remotely wrong. You weren’t sure how to feel right now: nervous, scared, or both.

“Alright,” he said, drink in hand as he sat back down. He looked at you for a moment, admiring your face, a face that he hadn’t seen in quite some time; in person anyway, as he did have several pictures of you…of Y/N and him together from his world, from his other vessel.

“So why am I here?” You asked. “You clearly have what you want. You have Dean. Why do you need me here?”

“I feel that we can make this a win, win for the us both,” he stated. “You see, although there was no Dean in my world, there was a you there,” he began, taking a sip of his drink. “Her and I well…the way you feel about Dean is the same way her and I felt about each other.”

“You were in love with her,” you stated, and he nodding confirming. “So why aren’t you there with her? I mean, wouldn’t she…I don’t know, be confused with this new vessel of yours.”

“Well, based on yourself, if she were still alive, she’d have absolutely no problem with my current vessel,” he grinned. “Sorry about that by the way. This must be…hard for you.”

“That’s an understatement,” you slightly snapped, choosing to ignore his comment about the other you being deceased. “You mentioned there being a win, win. How can there be a win win when you have complete control over the man I love?”

“You see, we can both get what we want here if you agree to stay by my side,” he began. “My Y/N was killed by my brother, and there is no replacing her she was…perfect in every single way but, you’ll have to do despite being the downgraded version.” Ouch. “But, as long as I’m controlling Dean here, he can’t die. So, you’ll never lose him.”

“I already have,” your tone still snappish. “As soon as you took control I lost him.” Dean might of as well as been good as dead once Michael took control of him, as you knew you’d never be able to actually talk to Dean again. Yes, you’d still technically see him, but you weren’t actually seeing him. The look behind his eyes weren’t the same, the way he talked wasn’t the same, and the way he moved wasn’t the same. He may of looked exactly like your Dean but he wasn’t your Dean anymore.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a day or two to think it over,” he stated, starting to get up from his chair. “I think you’ll find I can be…very persuasive.”

“And if I still say no?” You asked.

He grinned at you, a grin that had made you uncomfortable. “Let’s hope it won’t have to come to that.”

Apocalypse World

“I need you to promise me something,” Y/N said, looking Michael in the eyes.

“Anything,” he said.

“When I die —” she began.

“You won’t,” he interrupted.

“Mike, you have to be realistic. I’m not going to live forever. I’m just human,” she said, her tone shifting.

“I can get an angel to possess you, but make sure you still have complete control,” he suggested.

“Mike, you know I don’t want that,” she said. “I know you’re afraid of the aspect of me dying but, it’s going to happen one day. And I need you to promise me something.”

He looked at her, not wanting to hear her, but he knew deep down that she was right. She one day was no longer going to be here and he needed to be prepared for that. She was human, which meant she was one of the most fragile beings, the simplest thing could kill her or take her out, especially now in the current world. “Okay,” he finally said, his tone changing.

“When you find someone that makes you happy, don’t force it, and don’t try to make them me,” she said. “Because I know you Mike, I know you’ll do that. I know you’ll try and turn them into me, but…no one is exactly like me okay? You gotta remember that.” Y/N knew him far too well, knew that he was going to do the exact opposite of what she had told him when she ultimately passed. He loved her too damn much to want to be with anyone but her; he loved her too damn much to want to let her go.

“I promise,” he said, unsure if he was lying or telling the truth.

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[despexco]

The real reason Adam couldn’t go to college “with an archangel inside him” was the dorms. You think Michael wouldn’t immediately kill his roommate if the roommate even slightly inconvenienced Adam? Also, do we really think after spending 10 years in a small box, Adam wants to move into another small box? Especially with a roommate! Last time they had a roommate in a small box, it didn’t go very well.