#&& | ( closet || gabriel oh )

[aceyalonso]

ii - i missed you, italy

chapter summary : the long-awaited summer vacation in Italy is finally here. you and oscar finally start talking to each other but it's a little too awkward for you to keep the conversation going.

alternative summary : preparations for the piastri family's arrival and y/n somehow manages to fall asleep on oscar's shoulder

warnings : awkward tension, oscar is a bit rude in this

word count : 2.5k

a/n : there's more oscar in this I swear (song is just for the vibes again)

song : sarà perché ti amo - ricchi e poveri

Y/n's family had arrived at their beautiful seaside manor in Italy, the air filled with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and jetlag; especially from Gabriel who complained that 7 am was way too early of a time to wake up. The house was nestled in a peaceful, secluded area surrounded by vibrant greenery and scenic views. The family had arrived 4 days before Nicole's family to prepare their summer house for their guests.

As Y/n's family stepped into their summer house, they were immediately greeted by the few maids who had been taking care of the property in their absence. The maids warmly smiled and bowed, welcoming them back to their home in Italy. They helped carry the luggage and inquired if the family needed any assistance during their stay.

I approached my mother who was already busy organizing some belongings in the living room.

"Mom," I say. "I'm going to head upstairs and unpack in my room."

She looks up and smiles at me. "Alright, dear. Let me or the help know if you any help okay?"

I start to make my way up the stairs but stop for a moment, seeing Gabriel asleep on the couch. A smile tugs at my lips, observing my 5-year-old brother sleeping with a dinosaur plushie in hand. I quietly approach him and place a gentle kiss on his forehead before moving on upstairs.

I enter my room, taking in the quaint charm of the space. I began to unload my suitcase, placing my clothes neatly in the closet, and my makeup and skincare on the dresser. As I continue to unpack, I can't help but glance outside the window, taking in the breathtaking views of the Italian seaside surrounding the property.

Y/n finishes unpacking and takes out her phone, walking over to the window and taking a few pictures of the stunning view outside, the rolling hills, the quaint villages, and the bright blue sea water dotting the landscape creating a picturesque view.

yn.jpg | 📍Italy

liked by sienna_cresenzo, mari.crsnzo, may.piastri and 1,709 others yn.jpg i missed you, italy.

sienna_cresenzo SINCE WHEN DID YOU ARRIVE AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?? ↳ yn.jpg we arrived 2 hours ago HAHAHA

may.piastri see you soon y/n!! liked by yn.jpg

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Y/n was in her room, putting the finishing touches on her outfit when she heard her mother's voice calling from downstairs. "Y/n! Lunch is ready! And we have guests, come say hi!"

"Coming, mama!" Y/n calls out in response, quickly glancing in the mirror to make sure her pair is in place "Just give me a sec!" She swiftly smoothed out her outfit and gave herself one last look before making her way downstairs to join her family and the guests.

I entered the dining room, pausing when I saw Sienna and Marietta sitting at the table. I squeal, unable to contain my excitement. With a wide grin on Sienna's face, she stands up from the chair, running over to hug me with Marietta following calmy behind her.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you guys are here!" I yell, my voice laced with joy.

Marietta responds to my reaction with a small, awkward side hug in return. Her expression was somewhat reserved, and there was a hint of discomfort on her face, but whatever.

Y/n and her family, along with their guests settled around an elegant dining table. The lunch was a simple yet tasty Italian affair, with freshly baked bread, assorted meats, and a variety of local vegetables.

The group bowed their heads as Y/n's mother led grace, giving thanks for the food and their summer gathering. After everyone had thanked for the blessing, Y/n's mother looked up, a warm smile painting her face.

"How are your parents doing?" she asks Sienna and Marietta, her eyes flickering between the two young ladies. "Are they enjoying their summer?"

Sienna and Marietta exchanged glances before Sienna responded. "Our parents are doing well, Zia (aunt)" she replies, her voice soft. "They're kind of busy with l'azienda (the company) but I think they're enjoying their summer so far."

Y/n's mother nodded, a look of understanding on her face.

"That's wonderful to hear," she said. "Work can be hectic, but it's important to find some time to relax and enjoy the summer."

Sienna chimed in, a hint of playful sarcasm in her voice. "And of course, they're leaving us behind to fend for ourselves for a bit" she added, rolling her eyes playfully.

For the next 4 days, Y/n and her family spent all of their time setting up the house for guests. They put away their belongings, rearranged some of the furniture, and made sure everything was neat and organized.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, Y/n's family gathered in the van, getting ready to go pick up Nicole and her family from the airport.

Y/n and her family arrived at the airport and parked their car in the designated area. They made their way through the airport, following the signs to the arrival terminal.

Y/n's eyes darted around, eagerly searching amongst the crowd of people for signs of May or Nicole.

As Y/n's family scans the never-ending stream of people, she suddenly spots a familiar face not too far away. It was Oscar, standing beside his family.

She tapped on her mother's shoulder and whispered, "Mom, I think they're over there. I'm not sure if that's Oscar but it looks like him."

Y/n's mom squinted her eyes, scanning the crowd for Oscar. After a moment, she shook her head, not seeing him right away.

"Which one is he?" she asked, her gaze still searching.

Y/n pointed discreetly towards Oscar. "he's the one in the black shirt, standing by the charging port over there," Y/n said.

As her mom finally spotted Oscar and his family, she walked ahead, leading the way as her husband placed a gentle hand on Y/n's shoulder. The younger brother clung to Y/n's arm, looking around curiously.

The three of them approached Oscar and his family, Y/n's heart fluttering slightly as they got closer. She could make out their faces more clearly now.

As Y/n hugged May, her gaze wandered to Oscar, taking in his appearance. He looked good in the black shirt, the color complementing his features. Y/n felt that similar flutter of her chest again but quickly pushed down her thoughts, not allowing herself to accept or acknowledge them.

As the two families walked back to the parking lot, the dads and Oscar took charge of loading the suitcases into the back of the van. They piled them neatly, ensuring everything fit snugly and securely.

While the men were engaged in their task, Y/n found herself standing next to Oscar, feeling a bit awkward. She tried not to make it obvious that she was stealing glances at him as they waited.

Y/n glanced around, noticing that there seemed to be little space left in the trunk. She looked at the carry-on bag that she and May were holding onto. She cleared her throat and addressed Oscar somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh, is there still room for a carry-on in there?" she asked.

Oscar's dad, overhearing the question, replied, cutting off Oscar. "Sorry, but there isn't any room left back here. Don't worry, Edie and Hattie can place them in their row later."

She nods, whispering. "Oh, okay. Thank you"

As they all climbed into the van, the seating arrangement was determined. Y/n's dad took the driver's seat, while Oscar's dad sat in the front passenger seat (due to Y/m/n's insistence). Nicole, Y/n's mom, and Gabriel settled in the front row, while Edie and Hattie occupied the second row with a few carry-on bags. Leaving Y/n Oscar and May to sit together in the last row.

As May decided she wanted to take pictures from the window side, she asked Y/n if they could switch places. Y/n agreed, and soon enough, she found herself sitting next to Oscar.

As they sat side by side, the awkward silence between them was palpable. Y/n desperately tried to make small talk, breaking the uncomfortable silence between her and Oscar. However, her attempts seemed to fall flat and their conversation remained stiff and unnatural.

As me and Oscar sit beside each other, I felt the urge to break the awkward silence.

"Soo.. uh, are you excited to spend summer here?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit forced and uncomfortable.

Oscar only nodded, his gaze still fixed out the window. "Yeah, sure. It'll be nice to relax somewhere new I guess," he replied, his response sounding somewhat indifferent.

As I try to continue our stilted conversation, May suddenly taps my arm.

"Hey, Y/n, which one looks better?" she asked, holding up her phone with two different photos on the screen.

I lean closer to May, taking a better look at the photos.

"The second one looks better," I say, pointing to the screen. May hums in agreement, mumbling. "Thank you"

May immersed herself in photography again, but the desire to continue the conversation with Oscar lingered in my mind. However, I held back, hesitating to proceed.

My thoughts echoed back and forth in my head, "I know I shouldn't force it. He might not be interested anyway. I don't want to appear pushy anyway"

As the drive progressed, the ongoing traffic added to the time spent in the car, making it a slightly longer journey than expected. Y/n's exhaustion slowly crept up on her, and she found it increasingly difficult to stay awake.

Without realizing it, her head had gradually swayed to the side, coming to rest on Oscar's shoulder as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

As Y/n's head rested on his shoulder, Oscar felt a sense of slight shock, not expecting it. Nevertheless, he chose not to disturb the girl. After all, she had done nothing wrong to justify him waking her or reprimanding her.

He was fully aware of her close proximity, her head gently resting on his shoulder. However, he remained still, silently allowing her to sleep.

Edie who was sitting in front of a busy May and a sleeping Hattie, had a clear view of the scene unfolding between her older brother and the girl. She noticed how Y/n's head was resting on Oscar's shoulder, stirring a mix of confusion and surprise within her.

To get May's attention, Edie decided to annoy her, playfully waving her hand in front of her face until May finally looked her way.

Edie then pointed at the scene in the backseat, silently drawing May's attention to the situation between Y/n and Oscar.

May, sitting beside Y/n, was initially confused by the situation unfolding beside her. However, she decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Meanwhile, Edie continued stealing glances at her brother and Y/n.

Oscar, seeming unaware of his sisters' attention, plugged in his earphones, immersing himself in the music, and quietly ignored the outside world.

Oscar, noticing that they were nearing their destination, felt the need to wake Y/n up. However, he approached the task somewhat nonchalantly, his usual indifference surfacing.

He gave her arm a firm nudge, his tone a bit brusque. "Hey, wake up. Your dad said we're almost home," he said, his voice low, lacking any concern or tenderness.

Y/n gradually stirred from her slumber, her mind slowly returning to consciousness. As she felt Oscar's nudge and heard his voice, her eyes fluttered open, and confusion briefly clouded her mind.

Realizing that she had been sleeping on Oscar's shoulder, a feeling of embarrassment flushed her cheeks.

As she sat up straighter, her initial embarrassment was replaced by a slight annoyance. She was in no mood to deal with his attitude, and her mood instantly soured.

She turned her gaze toward Oscar, her voice carrying an undercurrent of frustration. "Thanks. You could've been a little gentler. A more pleasant way of waking someone up, you know."

Her annoyance was evident in her tone, but she tempered it, managing to hold back from sounding overly sassy or rude.

As the families entered the house, Y/n followed suit, lending a hand to Edie and Hattie with their luggage. Despite her lingering annoyance after Oscar's rude awakening, she shoved it aside momentarily and focused on assisting their guests.

Together, Y/n, Edie, and Hattie carefully maneuvered the suitcases toward the living room. The hustle and bustle of unloading and settling in filled the air.

As the initial commotion of entering the house and moving luggage started to subside, Y/m/n spotted an opportunity to gather everyone's attention.

She clapped her hands gently to get the group's focus. "Everyone, can I have your attention, please? I'll explain the room arrangements."

Everyone ceased their conversations and directed their focus towards her. The living room quieted down, and all eyes were on Y/m/n.

"Okay so, Nicole, Tim. You two will stay in the room in front of the one me and Y/d/n are staying in. Gabriel will stay in the room to the right of ours." she explains, her hands waving around. "May, your room will be right in front of Y/n's. Oscar, your room is beside Y/n's room." she continues. "Hattie your room will be beside Oscar's, and Edie yours is in front of Oscar's- Oh, and don't worry, all of your bedrooms have their own bathrooms."

After listening to her mother's instructions, the group exchanged their goodnight. Y/n led Edie and Hattie to their rooms.

"Here we are," Y/n says "If you guys need me or any help, just knock on my door okay? It's the one with my name on it," she begins to ramble nervously.

Edie and Hattie say their thanks and retire into the comfort of having their own rooms.

On her way back to her own room, Y/n bumps into May, who has just finished unpacking a small bag of clothes. Y/n seized the opportunity to ask, "So, how are you finding Italy so far?"

May smiled, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear before replying, "It's pretty nice, the bed seems pretty comfy- but I'm thinking of swapping rooms with Osc. His room seems to have a better view than mine."

Y/n chuckled lightly at May's comment about trading rooms with Oscar. She soon bid May a cheerful goodnight, her laughter still lingering as she twisted the doorknob to her own room.

"Have fun room trading then," she said with a playful tone. "Goodnight, May."

May replied with a lighthearted goodnight.

"Sleep tight," she chimed in, bidding Y/n farewell with a tired smile. "See you in the morning."

After saying their goodnights, Y/n closed her bedroom door behind her. She swiftly changed into a fresh set of pajamas, relishing the comfortable fabric against her skin.

With fatigue setting in once more and the eventful day slowly catching up to her, Y/n wasted no time crawling into bed. She nestled beneath the covers, her body sinking into the softness of the sheets and pillows. Within moments, her eyes grew heavy, and she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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[strawberryforks]

concussed // adrien agreste x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend in and out of the suit goes a little like this…

warnings: head injury, akumas

word count: 1126

a/n: requests/asks are open & encouraged!

you’re not supposed to fall in love with you best friend—it’s a universal rule. sure, sometimes you hear about the success stories. childhood friends to lovers is a trope and a popular one. books are written, movies are made, and who doesn’t love them? the problem is: it’s fiction. it’s all just fiction. in reality—your reality at least—you fall in love with your best friend and you’re screwed. it becomes the world’s best kept secret because you’re not the only one crushing on your best friend, adrien agrest, model and son of the designer gabriel agreste and you’ll be damned if you ruin the friendship.

something you never expected was that your best friend felt the same. and because you didn’t expect it, you couldn’t accept it. anything remotely romantic adrien did, you rationalized.

his leg brushed up against yours? coincidence.

he brought you chocolates? he was your best friend, he knew you liked chocolate.

one night, he changed strategies. although it was unconsciously...

mid-akuma battle chat noir was injured. it was bad enough he couldn’t keep doing his job. he wasn’t helping ladybug, only endangering her further and he couldn’t bare it. with his heartbeat feeling like it was in his head; like a drum smashing against his skull loudly and painfully, he barely managed to perch (he would’ve said purrch had he not been so dizzy) on your windowsill. chat noir tapped on the window pane. it was late but you couldn’t sleep. dark, but you cradled your phone, watching for updates on the latest akuma attacks. when something knocked against your window you jumped up. you grabbed the baseball bat propped up against your closet door and hesitantly approached the window. when you opened it a body fell at your feet. you raised the bat above you head and then you saw a tail… “chat noir!?”

“hey… y/n. sorry for dropping in i think i used a few of my nine lives.”

“how do you know my—you know what, that doesn’t matter! are you okay? what happened?” you asked but before he could answer, you continued rambling. “well i saw the footage on the ladyblog but! just stay here, i’ll… i’ll go get the ice.”

the leather clad hero rolled over, gloved hand over his eyes as he groaned. “oh god, no. here,” you help him up onto your bed and gently push him back into the pile of pillows. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

“sure thing purrincess,”

“i was hoping you were so concussed you’d forget the puns.” you say on your way out.

your mom asks you what’s going on, and you tug down your pant-leg, revealing a bruise on your knee from the day before yesterday when you fell up the stairs. “just grabbing some ice and then i’m heading to bed.”

“alright hun. sleep well.”

you go to leave and she stops you. “tomorrow you and adrien are meeting up for icecream and i’m assuming you’ll be coming back here to game for awhile. that’s fine, just remember to leave your door open.”

you smile, nod, and head back to your room. you’ve got a large ice pack that you pass to him and after opening your drawer, you pass him two ibuprofen. “i don’t know if those work for superheroes, but here’s hoping.”

“thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me, chat. you’re the hero here. you owe the citizens of paris nothing and we owe you everything. i won’t lie, i’m pretty confused about how you know my name and well… where i live but… i won’t push.”

“lb’s always saying how important our identities are but you’re my friend and—“

you press your hand over his lips, mind working at a million miles a minute. you shush the feline hero and move some of the blonde hair out of his eyes. his green eyes. “get some rest, i’m going to use the bathroom!”

you all but sprint to the washroom. hands braces on the counter you breathe deeply and splash water into your face. you weren’t ready for this kind of relevation—that adrien, your adrien, was chat noir. the chat noir. part of paris's hero duo.

its fine. it’s okay. it’s perfect, actually. you’re freaking out a bit but he’s still the same person. your panic ceases when you realize this is a good thing. him being in danger constantly is terrifying but him having a way to avoid his father that doesn’t involve you being his one and only saving grace lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

with your composure back, you go out there. thank every ethereal force there is, because he’s fast asleep.

you debate taking the floor but it’s adrien. it’s adrien, and you two have shared a bed before, is what you remind yourself when you crawl in next to him and hike the comforter up to your neck.

when you wake up your alone in your bed and your window is open just a crack.

that night, chat stops by again. he brings you “thank you” flowers and some cookies ladybug—who’s a strangely awesome baker—made, to share with you.

“adrien! hey! i missed you.” you didn’t miss him that much, you’d seen him yesterday. you just missed being able to know him, talk about any and everything, and see all of his face. not the mask wasn’t flattering, you best believe it was, just you loved being able to see all of him. to adrien, knowing you knew all of him too? the pieces of him that made him chat noir too. it would be everything. you know how much it’d mean to him and knew that keeping tbis secret must’ve been killing him. you were a big ladybug fan, but a bigger chat noir fan (bigger your-best-friend fan) and if ladybug was the one who was making him keep this secret? well, it’s not like you could do much but unsubribe from the ladyblog. and if adrien was the one wanting to keep his identity secret? you don’t know what you’d do—whatever reveal you go with will suddenly suck.

“thank you natalie,” you say when she opens the gate and lets adrien out without forcing his bodyguard to tag along.

you get your icecream and when you’re given a cone thats black with green icecream and a paw print and he receives an icecream that matches you perfectly. adrien’s hand falls to the back of his neck “well this is awkward…”

you grin, “is it really?”

“what do you mean?”

“well—you uh, hit your head pretty hard, that’s all. and uhm, said some stuff. basicallyiknowyou’rechatnoirandit’sokaybecauseiloveyou.”

“you love me?” he echoes.

“i do, and have for awhile. i love all of you.”

“i love you too. but that doesn’t mean i’ll go easy on you when we play ultimate mecha strike 3!”

“wouldn’t dream of it!”

[starnana7]

every time I remember that the hit show supernatural made God, the literal God from the Bible, canonically bisexual but couldn’t do the same with a random guy who hunts monsters it actually makes me feel physically ill.. like blasphemy is okay but we draw the line at making the main character a little bit queer because it would “upset the heterosexuals men”? okay ig… and it’s so funny to me that they tried SO bad to make dean like really really straight and macho and a manly womanizer (I mean dude has literal porn brain and is obsessed with cars and is a film nerd) And still is the number 1 bissexual boy.. I mean no one that into cowboys is 100% straight 🙄 and if they actually wanted him to be that much of a cishet guy WHY would they make him have a codependent homosexual friendship with his best friend for more than a decade ?? and we have so much subtext to corroborates it that it’s actually insane.

and it’s also rlly funny to me that sam would be the most obvious choice for a queer storyline. like i’m not sure this is true but i heard somewhere that he actually was supposed to like be lgbt and that it’s implied in the show he’s pan bc he basically have sex w/ everyone and doesn’t care (like monsters and stuff). i wholeheartedly disagree bc sure he hited a demon and a werewolf and a kitsune and God knows what more But it still were just women and for me he’s still just straight 💀 we do have gabriel however and i would say that’s a valid argument but i don’t actually like them together because of the whole torturing-sam-every-tuesday-over-and-over-again but it’s still a good take ig. again this is just my opinion But anyways doesn’t matter my point Is that sam always felt like a freak and wanted to be normal and like was more open minded and “less-macho-toxic-behavior” than dean. he was a theater kid and talked about his feelings and all. STILL THO dean went and become The bissexual icon (Not Sam, Dean!!). and the fact that he was more manly actually only emphasized to his sexuality (and him being closeted) and sam being the straight one, and bare with me here. as sam winchester once wisely said “well you are kind of butch they probably think you're compinsating.” (to dean asking why people always assumed they were gay) and like this is so true, sam always felt comfortable in himself and like his nerdier and less cool strong man personality. But dean, oh, dean, no, no, no. and it could all be linked to john. we know how much dean wanted to gain his father approval and respect, all he ever wanted was for john to be proud of him. so he’d listen to the same music as john, same clothes… and so on. but when we really see a glance of him, we realize he’s actually much more “““girly””” (sorry for the term i lacked a better one) than he shows, Especially when compared to sam—who’s supposed to be the more girly one (again sorry for the term lol) or whatever. dean canonically likes taylor swift, chick flick films, actually liked when a woman made him wear underwear, the bailarinas shoe were “speaking to him” in that one ep of cursed objects, and so on. and every time he makes fun of sam for doing something not-manly-enough (like drinking lemon water or drinking from tiny coups) he eventually goes and do the same thing 😭 and i’m 100% sure that the writers just thought “haha funny scene this really straight deadly man does something not so convencional/more feminine(?) haha comedy relief time!!” but it actually just made him have a whole perfect queer background developed in the series. specially with the fact that He Does Overcompensate. why is he always flirting with women, why is he so butch and scary, always talking about straight sex and so on? because he’s really just deep in the closet. and it makes so much sense with john being his father, with him having to hunt two lesbians nuns in his 17 bday, always having to be strong and macho and cool and perfect—and therefore straight. even without cas, dean really does immaculate the bissexual experience and i’m so sorry but this is just true.

and now pointing to the subtext that i mentioned in the first paragraph (lol i can’t believe i’m making a whole rant as to why dean winchester is a confirmed bisexual), that whole confession to that priest where he says he wants experience new feelings, new people, FOR THE FIRST TIME. that always that the show mentioned a gay couple it ALWAYS focused on dean—not sam, DEAN. the gay hunters, the gay couple on the bar that the cupid “made”, the two cosplayers partners… the fact that every time that dean liked something it was borderline fangirl (gay) obsessive (the dr. sexy episode, that wrestler fighter). he Had a gay thing—and was all flustered about it. he flirted with a guy throughout charlie. THE MALE SIREN. the male siren like after that ep i was 100% convinced that man was not straight. he had a hot demon sumer with crowley?!!! and it’s so funny to me that not one of these things involves castiel, so if they really wanted to make dean be that straight why would they do that?? and only to dean, not even once to sam. Like. and not to mention all the homoeretic tension with benny??? sam never had a male best friend like that.. all of that and i didn’t even entered on destiel. Because this then really just confirms that he is Not straight. even if he wasn’t In Love with cas, they had something going on and the fact that if cas was a girl it would 100% be canon and filmed and Everyone would ship—and I really mean everyone—it just makes me go fucking insane. they could’ve had it all. the fanfic episodes, the parallels between dean and cas and “real couples”, ruby and cas duality and the fact that sam indeed had a relationship w/ her. Anyway i’m a # bi dean truth believer and i know this bc same boy # happy pride month to my fav bissexual boy in the whole world

also to anyone that says that “destiel” was unrequited love yes it kinda of was but only bc dean was so deep in the closet, he did love cas. he was indeed a bissexual man. i’ll die on that hill.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Oh you're going to hate this, Marinette TELLS Kagami about Tomoe at the start of the special

Ladybug: "I'm sorry I have to tell you but your mom is actually working with Gabriel who is Monarch and this is because they made you and Adrien who are Sentimonsters!"

Kagami: "Yes. I know this. Felix and I explained this to you like a week ago."

Ladybug: "..... you did?"

Kagami: "The whole thing with the play and the masks? You were wearing that weird skull dress and your makeup was all fucked up?"

Ladybug: "............. Gonna be honest I thought that was just you and Felix showing off some weird avant-garde play you made up."

Kagami: " Then how did you know Gabriel was Monarch?"

Ladybug: "Oh I broke into his house to see if I could search his computer for where you and Adrien were staying in London so I could hop over and see him. I heard someone coming so I hid in a closet and I got to see him transform and monologue to Nathalie who was kinda dying tbh."

Kagami: ".............. Felix is going to scream when I tell him."

[untitled-writer-013]

I saw your Yandere! Alt Gabriel and I loved it! To spice it up, what would he do with an escaped reader? I want to know how far his lengths would go to find them, or does he wait until they get attacked so he could “save” them and “teach them a lesson”?

Yandere!Alt Gabriel x Fem!Escaped!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, manipulation, intense paranoia, stalking, slight mind control, suspense.

Gabriel had grown obsessed with his darling (Y/n). Ever since he had ‘saved’ his darling from one of his alternates, he didn’t leave her side. He’d follow her around the house, watching her do mundane human things, but he was content. He had decided that he would take his time with his darling, wanting to slowly introduce his true nature to (Y/n).

But before he had the chance to even begin, she had escaped.

His. Darling. Escaped.

This was absolutely unacceptable. Gabriel couldn’t let her escape, not when he had just caught her in his web. He’d demand his alternates to search for her, knowing she wouldn’t be far since Mandela County was under lockdown. Gabriel would also fly over the county, searching for his darling when night had fallen. 

Sooner or later, Gabriel would find (Y/n). As soon as he did, he knew he’d have to play her back into his hands again, making her rely only on him. He’d start by planting seeds of doubt in her hand, having her return home with the front door cracked open, or the TV turned on, the sound of static piercing her ears. He’d watch patiently as she began to become paranoid, checking her locks over and over again, unplugging the TV and hiding it in the hall closet, desperate to feel safe again. (Y/n) would go through all these measures, and yet, she’d find the front and back door unlocked and open, too terrified to enter her home, and her TV somehow returned to its original spot. She was on the brink of returning to Gabriel, remembering how safe she had felt when she had been with him.

Her final breaking point showed up that night.

(Y/n) had returned home from getting groceries, already alarmed since her front door had been unlocked after distinctly locking it. She set her things onto the kitchen counter, turning and letting out a gasp when she saw it.

An alternate was waiting at the end of the hallway, an inhuman smile on its face as they stared each other down. She was too afraid to do anything, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t let out the scream trapped in her throat, her legs shaking as tears began to obscure her vision. Her heart was hammering against her chest, the growing suspense of wondering when the alternate would move was torture. She begged with anything that was listening, even praying that Gabriel would forgive her and save her.

She had been foolish, why did she think she could handle surviving alternates on her own? (Y/n) could only hope that the alternate would make her death swift, but knew that this was very unlikely.

(Y/n) shut her eyes, tears spilling down her face as she let out the mix of a scream and a sob, letting out the fear that had been building up during the staring contest she had held with the alternate. She heard a mix of a laugh and a shriek, too scared to open her eyes as she waited to meet a gruesome demise.

She sobbed and sobbed, listening to what sounded like two things slamming against each other, ending with an abrupt hiss.

(Y/n) stood there, crying as she held her face in her hands, wondering why the alternate was taking so long to kill her. She flinched as two hands cupped her face, gently wiping away her tears while the person hushed her.

She slowly opened her eyes, her sobbing continuing when she realized who had saved her. Gabriel stood before her, his long robe just barely touching the ground as he wrapped his wings around her.

“Oh (Y/n), this is why I needed you to stay with me. Imagine if I hadn’t shown up on time? Surely you understand why I was so worried.” Gabriel stated, his eyebrows furrowing as a look of pity spread across his face, continuing to wipe her tears away with one hand while the other slowly rubbed her back.

“I need you to do as I say, it’s the only way I can protect you. If you don’t do as I say, another alternate could show up and kill you. And we both know you won’t survive that encounter.” Gabriel stated, guiding her to the couch and sitting her down as he stood above her, tilting her chin up to look at him. 

“You poor thing, you must have been so terrified. This is why you need to let me take care of you, protect you, love you. You don’t need to worry that pretty head of yours anymore, just give in and let me take care of the rest. Do you understand?” Gabriel asked, a smile resting on his face as (Y/n) nodded, though she was barely aware of what was going on. Her eyes looked slightly glazed over, Gabriel enjoyed the sight of it.

Gabriel had punished her by taking her free will away, just slightly and he wouldn’t take it away forever. After all, he quite enjoyed being adored by his darling genuinely. While he would prefer his darling’s love and adoration for him to be real, he would be patient. After all, she was a helpless human who had challenged him, and he was just teaching her a lesson.

A lesson she would never forget. 

~fin~

author’s note: i think Gabriel would absolutely manipulate his darling into being completely dependent on him. he longs to be worshiped, so for his darling to rely on him for affection and protection would be pure bliss to him. but, you’d be a fool if you think you’d be able to escape him for even a moment. <33

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 3 Reveals 2024

hiraeth and hwyl (Howl's Moving Castle - All Media Types, Howl Series - Diana Wynne Jones, Howl no Ugoku Shiro | Howl's Moving Castle, Piranesi - Susanna Clarke, Betrayal at House on the Hill) created and performed by AirgiodSLV, CompassRose, ellejabell, epaulettes, kitkat50311, mahons_ondine, minnabird, and sisi_rambles Summary: You find yourself looking at a door. It looks like an ordinary door, but you’re somehow certain that it isn’t. In theory, you could open the door…but something warns you off. You might not survive, if you pass through that door. You might no longer be you.

I Could Eat A Peach for Hours [text, audio] (Stranger Things (TV 2016)) written by ArtaxLivs, performed by rufusbear Summary: “Robin, it’s fucking obscene.” “You’re obscene,” she squawks. “I am but he’s so much worse,” Eddie insists. “He just, oh my god, all week Robin. All. Fucking. Week.” “I do not need to know about your weird food kinks,” Robin makes a face and then pretends to gag. “It’s not a fucking food kink, it’s a Steve’s mouth kink,” Eddie growls.

Lost and Found (Firefly (TV 2002)) written by Ballad_of_Firefly, performed by InterstellarBlue Summary: Looking up, the apology died in his throat. Familiar brown eyes stared down at him and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. They looked exactly like River's. Gabriel Tam's eyes narrowed. "Simon."

born to go through trouble (The Odyssey - Homer, EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) written by BubblesKat, performed by ShakespeareStoleMyURL Summary: Something is wrong. I don’t understand what happened. I swore I was dreaming when I awoke inside the horse in Troy, but I was immediately discovered and killed. Then, I woke up again in the exact same circumstances. -- or, Odysseus finds himself in a time loop, waking up inside the Trojan horse over and over and over

The shadow of our Light (Shadowhunters (TV)) written by HadrianPeverellBlack, performed by Hagar Summary: Alec's and Jace's relationship. 5 times they thought they weren't enough for the other, and the one time they realized they were enough

Who is the Maestro? (SEVENTEEN (Band)) written by halotolerant, performed by pezzax Summary: Warning. Critical power failure. Metronome is offline. Do you wish to try again? - Wonwoo versus the AI

Meditations II: A Simple Method for Reducing Mental Distractions and Courting the Elusive Muse, by Professor Pankratz (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by LenaLawlipop, performed by Chantress and Luninarie Summary: The rustling of wind and chirping of birds can be heard, it’s warm… Not obscenely so, only just enough to make your eyes very, very heavy. Distantly, you can hear the professor writing, chalk on blackboard marking the steady passing of time until your next break. Soon, however, the rhythmic tap of the chalk comes to a halt. Too soon, in fact. It’s not time for that break yet. "Alright, everyone, close your books. Unfortunately, the time has come again. Once more, I find myself wondering, why is everyone so quiet? Am I perchance teaching something useful, against my better judgement?"

Or, a guided meditation for focus, based on mantras.

have you worked out what we’re looking for (Men's Hockey RPF) written by polyabathtub, performed by cosmicanon Summary: Things high school biology teacher Leon Draisaitl does not appreciate: - Being pulled out of one of his sections of freshman biology for three weeks - So that he can co-teach a junior year health class with PE teacher Matthew Tkachuk - Who is always encouraging his students to do things other than their homework, and has an easy job that doesn’t require him to spend his entire life lesson planning and grading - He’s also so unfairly hot that it makes it hard for Leon to remember that he’s in the closet at work

Dispatch [text, audio] (The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison) written by sophiegaladheon, performed by dontneedaclassroom Summary: Emperor Varenechibel IV has been killed and Csevet has been tasked with delivering the most important letter of his career as a courier.

Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game: Episode 23 - Palmetto State Foxes (All For The Game - Nora Sakavic) created by Syr and Opalsong Summary: The sports podcast for people who don't like sports! Episode 23 focuses on Exy and the Palmetto State Foxes and the massive amounts of drama that happened this season. We didn't have to dig deep for this one folks; there was so much drama we didn't even get to it all.

So We Can Begin [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy) written by wanderingjedihistorian, performed by kbirb, flowerparrish, and wanderingjedihistorian Summary: Bail and Breha are soulmates, but they each have two soulmarks meaning they have a third soulmate. When Bail meets Fox, he knows he's found their third. The war makes Fox and Breha getting to know each other difficult, but messages and holo recordings are easy enough to send.

[kairiscorner]

I am here to suggest the ultimate shy highschool Miguel concept:

Miguel trying to ask you, his not-so-secret crush to prom, with Gabriel's help of course 🧡 ~🍄

OH MY GOD, YES !!!

will you... — high school!miguel o'hara x gn!reader

only less than a week until prom, and miguel still hasn't built up the courage to hand his dream date the letter he had been working on for a long while now. this is probably the fifth letter he's written, and you can say he might be a bit of a control freak, but, he just wants to tell you exactly how he feels; he doesn't wanna beat around the bush or tell you in a wordy way something that can be said in three words–he wants to say seven words, but can't even handle the thought of speaking either one of them in one sentence to you without losing his composure and feeling weak in the knees. he's clutching the letter in his hands and sighs, he adjusts his glasses on his face again and practices going up to you as if you were the mirror right then and there, and tries to 'play it cool'. "would... you... go with me t-to..." miguel stuttered, and as thoughts of you and your beautiful self debilitated him; he bit his tongue and quit talking, and eventually, he had fumbled for the umpteenth time all over again. miguel clutched the letter in his hand and sighed, running his other hand through his curly dark locks, looking frustrated as ever. "miggy, are you being a dork about it all over this again?" asked his younger brother, gabriel, as the boy entered the room and raised an eyebrow at him.

miguel, in his flustered daze at the sudden arrival of his little brother, threw the letter for you in his drawer and shut it closed. "wh-what letter?" he blurted out hurriedly, making gabriel very suspicious of his older brother's actions. "...i didn't mention any letter, but okay." he said as he looked at miguel up and down and sighed, shaking his head. "ay, mi hermano, you can't ask them out like this." gabriel said in a disappointed tone, pointing at miguel's disheveled appearance, making him look down at himself and raise an eyebrow at his younger brother's comment. "not like you get any dates, either..." miguel murmured, making gabriel faked heartache and dramtically grabbed at his chest and cried out in fake pain. "at least i'm confirmed to be cuter than you, hermano..." the younger boy quipped as miguel rolled his eyes and looked back into the mirror, running his hand through his dark curls. miguel sighed as he took off his glasses and ran a comb through his hair.

"i don't even know why i bother, it's not like i'd be any choice of theirs; they just know me as... that one cranky kid that always gets the science tests perfectly, they don't even... know how i look at them." miguel muttered as gabriel walked over to miguel and got him some gel. "well, isn't you telling them how they'll be able to find out?" the younger boy asked as he styled his older brother's hair up with the gel. miguel shrugged. "...i mean, sure, but not like..." "not like what?" miguel sighed as gabriel opened up his brother's closet and whispered in spanish how 'crappy' miguel's fashion sense was, asking him if he had anything but graphic tees or plain white shirts. "it's not like they'll take it happily." "and why not, because you dress up like a shut-in? of course, nobody wants a nerd that wears three variants of the same shirt, i know i don't." "you know that's not what i mean, gabri." miguel said in a monotonous voice as he glared at his little brother, making the younger boy stick his tongue out at him.

gabriel chuckled and scraped together a decent-looking outfit for miguel to wear that didn't look tacky nor corny and was just the right color palette that suited him. "well, you don't know; you can solve literally every math problem out there and discover all kinds of scientific phenomena, but you'll never be able to predict love, hermano. si está destinado a suceder, así será. si no, entonces no lo será," gabriel explained as he smiled up at his brother and patted his shoulders comfortingly, extending his support to the hopelessly in love yet doubtful little idiot that miguel was at that moment. "they'll come around eventually, whatever they feel for you now is out of our control. but if you ask me... they'd definitely love you, i'm sure of it, even if you have no problem with mismatched socks with sandals, they'd like you still. but i probably wouldn't." gabri joked at the end of his comforting words, with miguel chuckling and jokingly punching his younger brother's arm, making the younger boy giggle and jokingly punch him back. "drama king. but anyway... thanks, gabri. i needed that." he thanked his younger brother with a head pat and shoulder pat, with gabri extending his arms to wrap his brother in a hug, whispering in his ear how they seriously have to turn to miguel's closet for the next charity drive because of how many variations of the same shirt he has.

with a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow, miguel hastily shuffled over to you by your locker, clutching the letter he made for you for the sixth time in his hands that began to sweat. he was thinking of too many things all at once, which troubled him deeply, but his younger brother was at the corner—cheering him on and reassuring him that he's got this. miguel takes in a deep breath and taps you by the shoulder. you turn to face him, and miguel's stupefied for a moment at how beautiful you looked right then and there. "oh, hey mig, what's u—" "wouldyouliketogowithmetotheprom?"

...

"uh, hah, what was that? sorry, you spoke too fast..." you told him with a shy grin, feeling a bit flustered at the only words you picked up from his hurried breath of a question. miguel apologized and fidgeted with the letter's ends for a bit. he stammered and blanked out for a few moments, but finally, he was able to ask you clearly while handing the letter, "would you... like to go with me... to the prom?" he asked you all softly, staring at your hand that was going to take the letter from his own; your fingers brushing over his, which made him whimper a little. you smiled and chuckled, gently holding on to his hand over the letter for a lingering while. "i thought you'd never ask, of course i do, mig."

"...really?" he asked you in a hushed voice, his face too flustered to not smile. you chuckled again and pushed his glasses back up on his face and nodded with a smile. "really." "yes!" exclaimed a high-pitched voice from the corner, it was gabriel rejoicing as he paused the recording on his camera, exclaiming happily in spanish how the nerd brother he has finally has a date for the prom! miguel groaned as you laughed, still holding his hand, you took the letter with your other hand and pulled away from him. "so... i'll be seeing you next week?" you asked him awkwardly as miguel stammered and nodded. "ah, y-yeah, i'll... i'll see you." "better wear one of your graphic tees then, dork." you teased him as you kissed his cheek and sent him to overdrive, short-circuiting his brain and keeping him frozen in place in front of the lockers as you bid him goodbye and headed off to class.

"and here is the nerd of the century, getting kissed by his date on the cheek?! wait 'till i tell mamá that he's hitting first base—" gabriel exclaimed into the camera, but miguel was quick and dashed on his heels, running after his little brother to stop him from utter embarrassment. "gabri, quit filming, you little gremlin!" the older boy exclaimed as gabriel screamed and ran off with the camera in his hand, calling miguel names and teasing him about him and his date... how you two were just the perfect little nerds together.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[vidavalor]

Jim's Bedroom

I'm really still not over the dollhouse bed in "Jim's Bedroom"-- a bed and a room that seem to exist basically for the possibility that the higher up angels ever show up and demand an embassy tour. Especially Sandalphon and ones like him.

In tone, Aziraphale would be like yes and here's my fake, human-like bedroom, which I never really use, of course, because I'm an angel-- why would I ever need it? It's mainly in case some human has a fainting spell in the shop and needs to lie down. Must be practical and look normal to the humans to maintain my bookselling human cover, of course!

Speaking of human-sized people, this bed is rather tiny, don't you all think? SO VERY TINY! Even beds back in the day weren't all this tiny! Doesn't even fit a human-sized adult human-shaped being! If I sneezed, I'd fall out of it, haha! It definitely couldn't fit, say, a red-headed demon who is six feet something of legs! He's even too long for this thing in snake form-- I mean, I imagine! For sure, it definitely could not fit *both* of us-- why would you even think such a thing?!

No time for lovers, me-- and *never* a demon, that's absurd! Especially that wily one! I live to thwart him, as you can see! Just out here, doing the good work of spreading the ineffable lunacy of The Lord! There is definitely not a room in this shop-- like, say, the one next door at the more convenient spot of the top of the stairs-- that is *actually* my bedroom and which contains a bed that very comfortably fits two adult-sized human-shaped supernatural entities-- why would you even ask?!

Right, down we go, kindly make a right around the back side of the bookshelves that hide the theatrical curtains and practice space for my secret human magic hobby... oh, that room in the back?

That's one of our gigantic storage closets of a room where Crowley and I have been stockpiling furniture and other material objects we like for years out of hope that one day we might have our own home that isn't a bookshop hiding an embassy hiding a house... our little pipe dream, never you mind... and, now we're back at the front door! Kindly hopefully continue to not realize that I designed this place so that you can't see Crowley's couch or our dining table from the entry space in front of the cashwrap threshold and have a heavenly day!

Humorous aspects to this aside? Jim's Bedroom is psychologically really interesting...

With all of Aziraphale's Heavenly angst, it's easy to wonder if he doesn't actually use the room sometimes, either in past nights alone or in that time between Crowley leaving and the sun coming up.

Style-wise, it's extremely unlikely that the oak wall unit against the wall on the left was ever first Aziraphale's; it more than likely was in Crowley's flat at one point. It doesn't go at all with the cherry mahogany bureau pushed up in front of it, which either of them could have owned. The bureau is positioned to block the part of the oak wall unit where a tv would go and just keep open the bookshelves, which is also how Aziraphale is using the shelf space on the wall between the oak unit and the desk. While Aziraphale watches tv, this room isn't built for that kind of cozy lounging, so there's no need for that side of the tv cabinet-- but he always has need for more book storage so that he's using the space for that makes the room feel a little more thought-through and lived-in than it might otherwise. Yet, at the same time? None of this matches the way the downstairs does and it's all just sort of clumped together, indicating he also doesn't value it as much as other spaces in the bookshop.

Since Aziraphale wears the same outer outfit everyday, he needs a bureau more than he needs a closet-- though there is a little closet to the right of the bed. Probably keeps some shirts in there. There's the reddish reading chair and lamp by the window that Crowley moves to when he and Gabriel talk about Gabriel's memory. They are probably used more than the bed. The bed is also small enough that the blanket over it could be used like a throw in the chair without a lot of fuss.

It kind of feels like maybe, on nights when on his own or after Crowley leaves sometime before dawn, Aziraphale might find his real bedroom hard to be in alone and, if feeling a bit angsty, will come into this room to use the fake bedroom as his real bedroom for awhile. I'm not sure that Jim could have made the cluttered mess on the desk that we see in so short a time and the room being painted Crowley's Eyes Yellow and the bed blanket being red and like the pattern of his desk chair downstairs makes it kind of seem that Aziraphale wanted to feel wrapped up in some Crowley in the space to make it more comforting to him, since "Jim's Bedroom"-- part of the shop that Aziraphale himself designed-- represents a lot of conflict for him.

Is Aziraphale coming into this room a lot in the time before dawn when it's dark enough that Crowley has left but not yet light enough that he can pretend it's morning? When it's too hard to stay in his real bed because it feels too big when Crowley's gone and is just a reminder of what Aziraphale tells himself is his failure to come up with anything better than the bookshop compromise for a way for them to be safe and together? Is the dollhouse bed also a subconscious form of self-punishment in a way? How much time does he spend in here in the pre-dawn hours, telling himself he'll get in some reading time or update his journal or take a little nap in the bed, only to feel more anxious by the minute in there and relieved when it becomes light enough that he feels he can don his daytime house sweater, make his morning tea, and start his day?

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Who has more shoes, Carlos or TK? Thank you for your attention to this important matter

Oh!! An excellent question!!

TK absolutely has more shoes, he’s got so many pairs of sneakers that Carlos actually enlisted Gabriel’s help in building him a little shoe shelf in their closet. Carlos has half of one shelf for his running shoes, his gym shoes, his dress shoes and his 4 or 5 pairs of tennis shoes and then his boots, now that he’s a cowboy, go off to the side. And the other three and a half shelves are for TK’s immense collection of gym shoes, running shoes, European designer brand sneakers, boots, the 2007 limited edition pink & green Nike Air Force 1s that he stood in line for in NYC for six hours, that were destroyed in the townhouse fire but Carlos spent months scouring the internet to find a perfect replacement.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖Beta & Omega

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky x ofc

Tags: period au-Edwardian era, a/b/o, heat cycles, nesting, pregnancy, post partum, breast feeding, body insecurities, sex toys, p in v sex, oral sex f!receiving, threesome, plural marriage, headship, arranged marriage

Summary: Nora's hit her heat. Since their alpha and headship is currently stuck in the Senate weathering a lengthy filibuster, it’s fallen to Bucky to take care of her needs.

Bucky takes the block of cheddar from the icebox and carries it to the kitchen counter by the front window. He’s cutting off a few slices of the cheese and adding it to the plate that he’s made up for Nora.

She’s hit her heat—her first since giving birth four months ago—and holed herself up in her selected nesting closet. Since their alpha and headship is currently stuck in the Senate weathering a lengthy filibuster, it’s fallen to Bucky to take care of her needs. He looks up from the fruit and cheese plate he’s prepared when he hears the loud rumble of an engine. A glance through the window to the street outside shows that a motor carriage has just pulled up to the curb. When the driver comes round, it’s Lady Whittemore who is helped from the car, sneer on her face as she makes sure to keep the hem of her dress out of the dirty street snow. Bucky sighs and glances down to himself. He’s still in his nightshirt—not exactly appropriate attire for greeting guests.

The house bell rings and just a moment later one of the servants is peeking her head into the kitchen. She blushes and averts her eyes when she sees how little Bucky is wearing. “Um, begging your pardon Sir. Lady Whittemore has come to call. Shall I show her to the front parlor?”

Bucky affords her a smile. “That’s fine Gertie. Tell her that the Lords and Lady Rogers aren’t entertaining visitors this afternoon but offer her some tea and to stay for as long as she likes.”

“Yes sir.” Gertrude steps into the kitchen and lays a few letters and a small parcel atop the kitchen island. “Today’s post,” she says.

“Thank you.”

Gertrude gives a small curtsy and spins back around to leave.

“Oh and Gertie? Gabe is having his nap upstairs. Keep an eye on him while I’m with his mother?”

She nods politely. “Course Sir.”

Bucky takes the plate and the package from the counter and goes to the servants’ hallway off the kitchen. There’s a small door in the wall which leads to a tiny thing of a room—Nora’s chosen nesting spot. There is of course a proper nesting closet upstairs, near the master bedrooms. It’s original to the house itself, finer than this tiny room off the servants’ hallway. But Nora had found the little nook tucked just off the kitchen and decided that this was where she’d have her babies, where she’d pass her heats. Bucky looks down at the tray of fruits and cheese that he holds and knocks on the door. Trust Nora to want to stick close by to the food.

A light, “Come in” is said, and Bucky turns the knob on the door. It opens to reveal the tiny room. Nora is curled up in a mound of blankets. Bucky can’t help but smile softly at her. “Hey doll.”

She holds out her arms. “C’mere.”

He stoops with the plate in hand to get through the small doorway of the nesting closet. The inside is dark, lit only by a single gas light on the wall. There are soft blankets and pillows everywhere—a true nest that Bucky knows his wife has worked very hard on. The closet smells of old wood and close bodies. It’s got Nora’s own vanilla scent, mingled along with his and Steve’s from times that all three of them have spent together in there. Bucky sees that Nora’s brought one of each of their unwashed nightshirts in with her to add to the smell, as well as one of Gabriel’s soft blankets. He smiles at that, convinced that she’d have drug their infant son himself in there if he wasn’t already napping upstairs. After these past four months, the entire Rogers’ household is very much aware that you never, ever wake a sleeping baby.

Bucky hands the plate to Nora, who immediately picks a few things off it to eat. He sets the parcel aside and runs a hand through her curls. “How are you feeling?” he asks. She’d only gone into heat the night before. Bucky had woken to an empty bed, finding her tucked away beneath the servants’ stairs early the next morning. He takes in her appearance now. She’s dressed only in her underthings, her hair left loose around her shoulders. She looks flushed—certainly dazed from the heat—but still beautiful. Bucky always thinks she looks beautiful. Especially like this. He takes a few grapes from the plate and eats them, waiting for her to tell him how she feels.

“Not too far gone,” she says, pushing the plate his way when she feels she’s had enough. “Is there any hope he’ll be home soon?” she asks.

They both know that she’s referring to Steve—their alpha, headship to their marriage. The man who, under normal circumstances, would be the one to soothe Nora through her heat. Bucky hates to disappoint her but he shakes his head. “I’m sorry sweetheart. No. It’s just us this time.” She hums and squirms further into the nest of blankets she’s created, hands flitting restlessly over her neck, chest and belly. She doesn’t seem aware of what she’s doing, but Bucky knows that she needs to be touched. The smell of unfulfilled arousal coming off her is heady. “Here,” he says, scooting up to sit behind her. He pulls her against his chest and hands her the package. “This came in the mail today. Why don’t you open it?”

She does, her small fingers making quick work of the brown paper and twine. Once she has it unwrapped, she holds the item in her hand as if she’s no idea what to do with it. “Oh,” she nearly whispers. “Bucky, is this…?”

“Mmhm.” Bucky murmurs. He presses his lips to her neck. “Given that Steve’s unavailable this time around, I thought it prudent to acquire one.”

Nora laughs and the sound is light as a bell—beautiful. She’s not at all embarrassed about the fact that Bucky’s just presented her with a false knot, and it makes him love her all the more. His girl never was one to shy away from the intimacies of married life. With the toy still in hand she twists her head around and kisses him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me doll.” He encourages her to lift her hips up and eases the delicate fabric of her drawers down her thighs. She kicks them the rest of the way off and spreads her thighs in the blankets.

“Oh Bucky,” she sighs, leaning back into his chest as he begins to touch her between her legs. “Mm, yes. Please.”

He chuckles into her skin, chin hooked over her shoulder to watch the way his hand parts her folds. He’s holding her still against him with his metal arm and uses the other to stimulate her. She’s already wet. He coats his fingers in her slick and glides the pad of his thumb over the hood of her clit. She shudders hard in his arms and he holds her all the more tightly. “Shhh, there’s a girl. Feels good doesn’t it?”

She makes a soft noise in her throat. “Uh huh.” Bucky continues thumbing her clit and presses two fingers into her, curling and rubbing them against her walls. She tenses even further, hips chasing the movement of his hand. “Ooh, Bucky. Oh fuuck.”

“You close already sweetheart?” He asks in a low murmur, his smile against her skin. She obviously is. During her heats Nora comes much more easily, for both him and Steve. Bucky loves it. “Come on,” he encourages her, working his hand a little faster. “Come for me. Come for your beta.”

She shudders and the orgasm spills out of her, a sweet and sudden thing. When it’s over he turns her around and pulls them down into the blankets, allowing her to lay atop him and catch her breath. “So pretty when you do that,” he tells her, kissing her cheek. Her skin is flushed. She looks healthy and pleased and it stirs a possessive feeling in his chest, makes him want to satisfy all her needs. “I’m jealous of him sometimes,” he says quietly after a while.

She peeks up his chest at him, surprised. “Of… of Steve? Why?”

Bucky shrugs and pushes a stray tendril of hair away from her face. “He’s our alpha. He’s your alpha. Sometimes I want so badly to take care of you during a heat, want to be the one you really need. But I know he’s the only one who can give you that.”

“No. Bucky… I need you too.”

He smiles sadly at her. “Not in the same way though. I’ll never be able to knot you, feel your body tied to mine. My scent will never soothe your fever the way his can. My voice will never command you the way his does. I wish I could do that. Wish I could do more.”

“Oh, no Bucky please. Don’t feel that way.” She pushes herself further up his body and takes his face in her hands. “I don’t need another alpha. I don’t want one.” She leans down and kisses him firmly on the mouth. When she pulls back she says, “You’re my beta and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve and I, we both need you between us. You calm me better than he ever can, and lord knows you communicate better than he can. In a lot of ways you even understand me better than he ever can. Steve and I… we both find it easier to come to you first about anything. You know that. We’re both closer to you than we are to each other. You’re the one who makes this marriage work. You bring us together.” She pets at his hair, a smirk curving her lips. “And you know I depend on you to keep me sane now that we have Gabe. Steve wouldn’t know what to do. Bucky, you’re my beta. I will always need you.”

Bucky smiles up at her. His omega, his wife, his Nora. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She bumps their noses together. “And since you’re my beta, and our alpha isn’t anywhere to be found, I’m counting on you to push all. my. buttons.” She pokes her finger three times up his chest, ending at his collar and snapping her teeth at him playfully.

He grabs her by the hips and flips her over in a flash, making her shriek. He hovers over her and eyes her wickedly. “All of them, huh?" Nora giggles madly and he moves down to suck her breasts through the lace of her top. “Like this one?”

She moans. “Ooo, mm. Yeah that’s one.”

He grins. His fingers find the edge of her camisole and ease it up to bare her breasts. They’re large and swollen still from nursing, beautiful and flushed just like the rest of her. Bucky lays a kiss to each of them before urging her to lift her arms for him. He removes the scrap of fabric and she’s finally naked, bared fully to him. He groans appreciatively as he looks his fill. “You will never know how beautiful you are,” he tells her, reverence in his voice. “So goddamned beautiful.”

He runs his hands all over her, feeling the curves of her body beneath his. When he reaches the soft skin of her belly she tenses and her hands fly down to land on top of his. Bucky frowns at the reaction, recognizing it for what it is. Ever since the birth of their son Nora’s been self-conscious about her body, and he absolutely hates it. Gently but firmly, he removes her hands from covering herself and brings them up to press them into the blankets by her head. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Omega.” he tells her lowly. “If there’s something I don’t want to be looking at I’ll let you know.” He moves back down with a purpose, gripping her hips harsher than before and kissing down the soft swell of her stomach. “Love your body Nor,” he says between kisses. “It gave us our son. It’s beautiful. Perfect. You’re such a beautiful mother.” If he could let her into his mind he would, to let her see what he sees.

Nora whimpers, obviously wanting to argue that point but unwilling to ignore Bucky’s command. She merely tosses her head in the blankets, muttering some complaint about how she can’t lace down within six inches of what she used to. Bucky rolls his eyes and continues kissing down her body. He’s almost got his mouth where it needs to be to get his wife to shut up about how well her stupid corsets fit.

The first flick of his tongue against her clit makes her cry out, hips rising instinctively. Bucky holds her down and moves in again, this time licking all along the cleft of her sex. She’s so incredibly wet, so eager for him. Her slick gets on his face and he chases it, fucking his tongue into her cunt slowly, pushing in as far as he can and listening to her pleasured groans from above. When he switches to sucking gentle pressure against her clit and pushes his fingers into her, her hands shoot down and grab onto his hair. Bucky grunts at the sting and keeps going. “Don’t stop!” she gasps, using her hold on his hair to keep him right where he is. “Oh please, Bucky! M’gonna come.” Her hips are moving in little circles, rubbing herself hard against his mouth and hands. Bucky hums against her, his way of telling her to get herself off. When she comes, her breath catches and she doesn’t make a sound again until she’s coming back down, her body going lax in the blankets. “Ohmygod,” she huffs, overwhelmed. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky chuckles at her dirty mouth. He pushes himself up and yanks his nightshirt over his head, abandoning it somewhere in the pillows. He crawls over her and blankets her with his naked heat, waiting patiently for her pretty brown eyes to open. When she’s looking at him again he gives her a kiss that tastes of her own juices. “Love making you feel good.” He rocks his hips gently against her, his erection a heavy weight along the crease of her thigh. “You want me inside of you?” he asks.

“Yes,” Nora breathes excitedly, her scent rising again even though she’s just come down from her second orgasm. She lifts her legs to wrap them around Bucky’s waist, pulling him nearer to her center. “Take me,” she sighs into Bucky’s ear, knowing exactly what words like that do to him.

Bucky shudders out his next breath in the effort to control himself. He could plunge inside and take her, rough and fast. God, that’s what he wants when he has her like this—soft and pliant and mewling underneath him, and heaven knows her body would accommodate him. Her slick cunt would part for him and swallow him without resistance. He could take her furiously and without care, satisfy that base animal need that he always has when Nora is near. Bucky’s mouth waters at the thought, but he grits his teeth and refuses it. That’s not what they’re here for. They’re here for Nora, his mate. Carding his fingers through her hair, he uses his metal hand to line himself up with her. She gasps and her pupils widen, and Bucky smirks. He drags his cockhead up and down her slit a few times, gathering her slick onto himself and teasing them both. When Nora’s hips give an impatient little thrust upwards, however, he loses the last of his control and presses into her in a hot, needy slide.

“Oh, Bucky.” Her hands find his back, running up and down the muscles there without coordination. Beneath, her hips are moving in steady, needy little thrusts, just barely moving his cock inside her and bumping her clit against his pubic bone. “Please,” she begs, voice reedy and light. “Please move Bucky. Fuck me.”

She sounds desperate and it’s music to Bucky’s ears. He growls lowly and holds her by her wrists again, pressing them into the blankets as he starts to move. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” he murmurs as he fucks into her. “Gonna give it to you good.” Nora moans filthily at his talk and presses harder against his thrusts, moving with him as the blankets tangle around them and everything becomes sensation and sweat, hot breath and pleasured grunts passed between them.

Nora’s soft sounds grow into cries of pleasure—sharper and louder—until she’s arching up hard against him, fingernails painful against the skin of his back and her cunt grasping him in rhythmic pulls as she climaxes. “Holy—” Bucky cuts himself off as she trembles and collapses. He forces himself to breathe slow with her and to not come. Not yet. He knows his wife well, has spent more than a few heats with her and knows from experience that she’ll want to be fucked through at least one more orgasm before being knotted. Normally it’s Steve doing the knotting and at least half of the fucking, but this time Bucky will have to be the one to give her both. He’s not complaining. He can exercise a bit of self-control if it means he gets to watch her come apart so sweetly.

Nora’s chest rises and falls as she catches her breath. Her breasts are pressing up against him—two beautifully flushed swells just begging to be abused. Bucky can’t help himself; he sinks down to press his face into them, cupping them with his hands and sucking mouthfuls of the soft skin. He nips her once or twice, hoping that little bruises will form there. He thinks about Steve coming home and seeing the marks and realizing what he’s missed out on, and the thought puts a wicked smirk on Bucky’s face. His headship is also possessive of Nora—even more so than Bucky himself is. He can only imagine the tussle he and his husband might get into over their shared omega. Perhaps Steve will take him roughly, perhaps while Nora’s off in the nursery napping with the baby. Perhaps he’ll throw Bucky on the bed and push him face-down and reassert his rights as headship and… Bucky grunts in pleasure at the thought. It excites him, has him sucking harsher than he needs to at Nora’s nipples. She cries out and pushes against him and the tiniest bit of breastmilk leaks into Bucky’s mouth. He pulls back, taken-aback and frankly surprised at the sweet taste. His expression must be odd because Nora giggles at him.

He raises his eyebrow. “You laughing at me, doll?”

Nora bites her lip, nodding through her smirk. She looks wonderful, complexion rosy and flushed from her pleasure. Bucky is still hard as a rock and ready to give her more. Grinning down at her, he grabs her hips and flips her over onto her front, yanking her bum up and pressing himself inside her with no warning. Nora whimpers, the sudden intrusion making her scent soar. Bucky rumbles his approval of that from somewhere deep in his throat. He thrusts into her once, twice, rocking their bodies roughly to show her that he means to take her well and good this time. “That’s it omega,” he praises, running a hand down the center of her back. “So good for me. Gonna get you to come again.”

Nora groans pitifully at this, as if another climax will be some sort of hardship. But Bucky just moves his hips and shushes her with gentle words: Shhh, none of that angel, you know it’ll feel so good. Thrust. Want to watch you come apart. Thrust. Wanna hear it, wanna feel it. Thrust. He takes her steady and sweet, angling himself to rub inside her in the way he knows gets her off. Nora’s breath chokes off a little and her hands claw viciously in the blankets, and that’s how Bucky knows that she’s close. He is too, but he wants to make her fall apart first. He hunches over her, slips a hand around to rub fingers against her clit. “There you go,” he whispers against her skin. He kisses her shoulder blade and enjoys the increasingly loud cries that she gives him. Oh, he thinks, she is so close. “Come on,” he urges her, mimicking the controlling tone of Steve’s alpha voice. “I know you’re close baby. Let it go. Give it up to me.” Then, without warning, he gets his mouth on the back of her neck and bites down.

Nora goes absolutely rigid. “Ahhh!” Her cry is loud and long, dissolving into a desperate keen that makes Bucky’s toes curl in want. “Oooh fffuck,” she groans after long seconds pass. She goes boneless on the blankets, Bucky’s hands at her hips the only thing holding her up.

He watches her, completely mesmerized by the sight of his omega getting off so hard. Her pussy is still clenching down on him rhythmically. Once she’s clearly come down from it, he starts fucking her with a purpose. She squeaks at the sudden change in pace, but pretty soon her arousal is spiking again, and she starts encouraging him with pretty moans that fill up Bucky’s ears and urge him on. “So eager baby, you want to go again?” Nora sobs but it’s an affirmative sound—his girl wants more. “Don’t worry doll,” he grunts, hips moving furiously. “I know what you need. Gonna give you a knot.” Nora whimpers at this. “But you gotta make me come first,” he tells her. “Gonna get my load in you. Gonna fill you up so good.”

Nora cries out, whimpering, “Bucky, yes,” into the blankets. “Mm, want it. Please.” She’s fucking back against him with every thrust, eager and pliant. “Breed me,” she begs.

That’s it, that’s what puts him right there. With utterly possessive thoughts of fucking his mate so good and deep that he puts a litter in her running through his mind, Bucky feels his balls draw up tight. “Fuck,” he hisses, babbling at her in the way he often does when he’s this worked up: So close baby. Yeah, just like that. Fuck back on me, Fucking… Yesss. Oh, ugh, gonna make me come Nor. Oh! He comes, body spasming as he releases into her with uncoordinated thrusts. His fingers are holding her tighter than ever, and as he comes down from the high he realizes that she’ll likely have bruises from it. It’s hard for him to bring himself to care.

They collapse to their sides, Bucky bringing her back to spoon against his body. For a moment or two there’s no sound but that of their harsh breathing. Bucky feels her relax but can smell her scent ramping up again. Her body tries to clench down on him but he’s gone soft and he slides out. Nora whimpers, displeased at having nothing inside of her. “Shhh,” he soothes, reaching around blindly until he finds the knot. He knees her legs apart and brings it to her sex, rubbing the toy over her soaked lips to get it wet.

After a moment too long of this Nora growls at him, “Give it!”

But Bucky just uses his free hand to grab her by the back of her neck and force her face down into the blankets. “Be still,” he hisses, rubbing the knot more insistently until he feels her body start to part for it. “You’re going to get it.”

She whimpers and whines as he forces the knot in, filling her up the way that he knows she’s been craving since she opened that package and saw what was inside. Bucky inflates the toy to make it grow bigger inside her. Nora wails, thrashing without a thought, but it’s fine because she has Bucky there to hold her down, and he does. When the knot’s fully blown he abandons it to the clasp of her body and practically blankets her with himself. She’s trembling from the sensation of being filled so completely, and even though he’s spent, Bucky does her the favor of moving his hips against her to add to the illusion that she’s still being fucked. He soaks up her pleasured cries, imagining how good this must feel to her.

“Bucky,” she whines, still wiggling beneath his hold. “Beta. Help me.”

Bucky slips his metal hand around her body and presses his palm above her clit, rubbing down firmly enough that he knows it’s bound to set her off. It does, and she sobs yet again as her orgasm crashes over her. Bucky holds her through it, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and petting her sweaty skin. He has no indication that her body’s locked onto the knot other than the fact that it doesn’t slip out of her. It won’t for a good while, he knows. If it were Steve here now they’d be stuck, tied together until the knot went down and Nora’s body let up, and Bucky would be responsible to take care of them. Usually that just amounts to getting one or both of them water to drink, but he’s glad for now to stay laying behind Nora, simply comforting her as she calms down.

After long moments she quiets completely, and Bucky assumes she’s asleep. So it comes as a bit of a surprise when she suddenly says, “See if the servants left towels?” He untangles himself from her and crawls to the door. Sure enough, just outside is a bowl of steaming towels. He pulls it inside and shuts the door. Nora smiles sleepily when she sees the bowl. “Yesss,” she purrs, and Bucky laughs.

“Here you go.” He unrolls one of the dampened towels, patting it between his hands until it’s not quite so hot, then brings it to her body and drapes it over her shoulder blades. She moans as if he’s done something particularly erotic to her, and he chuckles again. He takes another towel and begins wiping all over her skin. “Feel good?” he asks.

“Mmhm.” She’s purring contentedly, and he takes a moment to admire her—his sated omega. The sight of her like this makes something warm and happy settle in his chest. It’s love, that much he knows already, but it’s also satisfaction at having given her everything she needs. At having taken care of her.

When he’s gotten her cleaned he lays down again and pulls one of the blankets over them, arms wrapped around her middle until she’s ready to move. It’s as they’re lying there together, tucked away in their quiet corner of the house, that she whispers to him, “Um, what I said about you breeding me… I—”

Bucky shushes her, not wanting her to worry about what she’d said in the heat of the moment. “Don’t worry doll, I know we can’t yet.” Her heats may have returned, but both he and Steve know that she won’t be fertile again until she’s done breastfeeding with Gabe. They’ve got awhile yet to go with that, and even if they didn’t, Bucky knows he wouldn’t pressure his mate into having another baby so soon. Satisfying her through this heat had been simply that—satisfying it. But he has fantasized about knocking her up again. Ever since Gabe was born and it became clear that Steve was the father, he’s known that he wants to have one of his own with her. Bucky is grateful that he has a husband who will allow such a thing—many more conservative headships would not. He tells Nora, “I know you were just getting carried away with yourself, you know?”

“Mm,” she hums, snuggling back against him. “But what if I really wanted to?”

“What do you mean?” He tucks some of her messy hair out of the way and kisses her ear. “You want to have another baby?”

“Yeah,” she says. “…Um, and I want to… with you.”

Bucky’s heart leaps, and he holds her that much closer. “Yeah? Want to try with me next?”

Nora nods and turns in his arms so that she can face him. Her brown eyes are huge and beautiful. “I want that so much Bucky. Want to make a baby with you.” She leans in and presses her mouth to his, kissing him tenderly. Bucky groans into it, not so much at the kiss but at her words. When she pulls back she says, “So can we?”

He laughs. As if she even has to ask. “Of course,” he says. “If it’s what you want.” She nods again in encouragement. “But you know,” he says, “My, uh, seed is less likely to … I mean if we do try it’s far more likely that Steve’ll be the one to—”

She cuts him off with another kiss and a sly look when she pulls back. “Well then we’ll just have to kick him out of our bed, won’t we? Make him watch for a few months until you knock me up.”

Bucky laughs, amused by how she makes that sound like some sort of fun game. “Okay Nor, sounds like a good plan. You can be the one to tell Steve that that’s what we’re doing.”

She grunts, but doesn’t seem like she’s changed her mind. “Just you wait,” she says, pausing to give a long yawn. “I’ll tell ‘im.” They settle back down, both with thoughts of a growing family running through their minds. Bucky pets Nora’s side as she falls asleep and imagines another baby up there in the nursery with a toddler-aged Gabe. He imagines what the little versions of he and Steve would look like, running around and playing together. The idea makes him feel warm and happy inside. He decides that he really will have to have a talk with Steve when he returns, because having his alpha and his omega and a house full of children really doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea. In fact, it seems like the best one.

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[england-would-fall]

Secret Swiftie

Henry was terrible at loosening his tie with one hand. He always had been, and his persistent efforts to overcome the impertinent knots earned him little more than mother hen tongue clicks from Alex, which were, to be fair, far superior to the eye rolls Phillip had thrown his way for the past two decades. At this moment, Henry was, as usual, admitting defeat by the small entryway table and heading into the flat to find Alex. Maybe if he ruffled his hair and put on sad eyes before he found him, he’d get a better return than the world’s most insufferably charming put-upon sigh. Dull music floated down the hallway from their bedroom–he still couldn’t quite believe there was a “their” anything–and he blinked hard, trying to muster the appearance of Poor Henry Who Had a Tough Day But No Sweetheart Best Not to Talk About It. Quick swish of his hair against the natural part and that…what on earth was that?

“Tale as old as tiiiiiiiiiiime. It’s ME! HI! I’m the problem it’s ME!”

Oh, Christ. Henry leaned against the doorframe. Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, you have some nerve taunting me for Drag Race. Lucky I don’t video this and post it to TikTok.

“–always rooting for the anti-hero!”

Badly as Henry wanted to dox the cheeky bastard–assuming that’s what doxxing was, which, now that he thought on it, it likely wasn’t–he couldn’t. Pile of clean clothes in a basket to his left, folded articles laid out systematically on the bed, Alex was singing along as he folded laundry. In. His. Pants. And not just any pants. No, of course not. Why on earth would the world’s most notorious disaster bisexual be standing in boxer shorts when he apparently had the option of dancing to Taylor Swift in...what the hell are those even called?! Boy shorts, Bea’s voice in his brain supplied. Can’t be called boy shorts when they’re actually on a boy. Probably don’t have a name. Don’t deserve one, there’s hardly any fabric there at all.

“For the last tiiiiiiiiiiiime!”

Oh, honestly. Henry had to put a stop to their rivalry, Alex’s turkey-terror, the compulsory closeting of the British monarchy, and now this. Must I do everything. Crossing the room as silently as possible, which was hardly necessary given Alex’s apparent absorption in his crooning, he stepped up just behind a man whose avoidance of daily scandals was absolutely miraculous. Though, to be fair, so was the back of him in those shorts things.

“–and then someone screams out: She’s laughing up at us from–”

“Hello.”

“FUCK!”

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A/N: Shall we go for a part two?

[phantomram-b00]

So I think about those evidence photos we saw back in season one, and wondered, if that was from Furfur? (Stupid question I know but bare with me)

Like I can imagine Furfur finally caught a break and want to see earth to see what was the rave about, then look and see Crowley walking to somewhere, Furfur was following to say hi or “fuck you you lucky bastard” until he saw Aziraphale there and once he saw them smiling at each other and talking. Furfur internal thoughts must’ve been like ‘no way— they’re—- noo I’m sure Crowley have something diabolical to do with this angel, let me take a picture of this to show to them’ and snap the pictures and runaway. And was going to show but then thought ‘wait a moment, we may not know how to spell….but we aren’t stupid neither I need more proof.’

Then next time period comes around, and he got another break to go back to earth, see Crowley again, and once again was probably going to say hi until he see aziraphale walking into him and they again smile at each other and talk. (Well aziraphale talk about something and Crowley listens with a smile), and Furfur raised an eyebrow and question now ‘huhhh, okay this is interesting Crowley or Aziraphale haven’t smite or smote or whatever that word is! They haven’t kill each other yet, either they’re really good at hiding their schemes or…. No no. No way they could be traitors, n-not Crowley at least. We fought along side each other’ and take a picture again and walks away. Though his gaydar was starting to go off.

Then as the next time period rolls around and this time so aziraphale all alone, Furfur was gonna try to investigate until Crowley come at him and their face lit up once again. This time Furfur was like ‘okay— their closets are made out of glass. I seriously need to show someone this.’ Once more taking a picture and runs off.

Then when Furfur try to show this to a demon, maybe Shax, or Eric or anyone else. They either shrugged saying ‘oh we kinda knew—‘ or ‘huh, who know this was Crowley’s type’. Even Shax was like “how? How? This angel doesn’t seem to be Crowley’s type at all? How is this possible?”. Overall probably wasn’t the feedback he was expecting, not in a good way anyway, so he decided to stop taking photos as there no point.

Until, 1941. He can finally bring Crowley into deep trouble, and also Aziraphale. But given Aziraphale’s magic trick that didn’t happen at all, so Furfur was back to square one. All hope was lost.

Until 2019, when armageddon is coming to a close. He realize while feeling confident in himself, ‘why not add more chaos and sent these to the angel, maybe they’ll have a better response then my side’ so skips over and send the evidence as a biggest fuck you to Aziraphale and Crowley, and once armageddon fails and they were to be eliminated, Furfur had the biggest smile to finally see Crowley get karma after all these years especially the blitz. But of course as we saw they didn’t die, Furfur once again is left baffled and was yelling after that fiasco in his office “SON OF A BITCH I CANT WIN ANYTHING!”

Bonus is that, Furfur did show the copy of the evidence to Beelzebub as a last resort for any kind of punishment. But ze can’t say anything because *cough they rizzed the supreme archangel fucking gabriel* so had to play it nonchalant like “wellllll, we actually kinda knew and you know we did try soooo-“ with a shrug. So Furfur lost hope after that.

[heyitsmetonid]

A Snowy Surprise

24 Days of Gift-giving Prompts

Day 2: Two Dialogue Partners

Funny Prompt #4: “Wanna hear a joke?” “Absolutely not.”

Word Count: 2,491

Reading Time: ~ 10m

Note: First and foremost, this prompt event was created by @creativepromptsforwriting. I'm just creating a story around the prompt. Yeosang x OC Black reader. This is like an alternate side story/sneak peek into a future Yeosang fic, so I hope you guys like it.

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The snow fell heavily outside of the quiet Kang residence. There was an approaching storm, but Yeosang wasn’t worried. He had all he needed. You name it: food, water, snacks, soju, wine, blankets! He had it all there just in case the storm took a turn for the worst. Yeosang was well prepared.

          The doorbell rang when he was sitting at his kitchen table looking up cake recipes on his tablet. Confused, he looked at the time. 5pm.

          “Who is outside in this weather?” he wondered as he approached the door.

          When he got to the door, he saw a familiar face through his ring camera. A small smile appeared on his face. Then, he tried to quickly wipe the smile off his face before opening the door.

          “Gabrielle? What on earth are you – whoa!”

          “Hey, Yeo-yeo!” Gabrielle, Yeosang’s friend, rushed past him with her arms full of grocery bags and a fluffy pillow tucked under one of her arms. “Woo! It’s nice and warm in here! It’s cold as fuck out there!”

          She kicked her shoes off at the door and proceeded into the kitchen without shedding her coat, leaving little snowflakes along the way.

          “Such an astute observation,” said Yeosang sarcastically, closing the door behind him and trailing behind Gabrielle. “What are you doing here?”

          Gabrielle’s energetic movements sent Yeosang into a tizzy as she set her bags on the table and walked into the living room to fling her pillow on the couch. Then, she scurried back to the front door to hang her coat in the closet, ran back into the kitchen, and started flinging items onto the table.

          “What are you doing? What’s going on?” Yeosang asked.

          “I’m getting settled in!” Gabrielle answered. “I’ve got lots of food. Oh, and it seems like you do, too,” she said as she stared into the fridge. “That’s okay. It’ll all fit! Just need to make some room.”

          Gabrielle started rearranging Yeosang’s refrigerator, making room for her food amongst his.

          “Settled in?” Poor Yeosang was still in the dark about why his friend suddenly appeared at his home.

          “Yeah, silly, we gotta hunker down for this storm that’s about to hit. I’ve got my favorites, your favorites, and everything in between! I also brought an extra battery pack in case we needed to charge our phones or whatever if the lights go out. We’ll be all set, I think.”

          Yeosang nodded as he walked over and stood next to her. “Uh-huh. That’s cool and all, but I guess what I’m trying to figure out is what’s wrong with your place? Why aren’t you hunkering down there?”

          Suddenly, Gabrielle paused as she reached into one of the grocery bags. She blinked slowly thinking of a response. Then, she put a bottle of red wine on the table and looked at Yeosang.

          “There’s no one at my place,” she said softly, “and I thought it’d be better to come here. Two’s better than one, ya know.”

          Yeosang’s heart pounded.

          She didn’t want to be alone.

          He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, you’re right. Two is better than one.” He moved closer to her and looked over her shoulder. “Looks like you bought everything in the store. What else did you bring?”

          Gabrielle grinned. “Well, I’ve got some shrimp chips for you,” she said, handing him the bag, “I got some sea-salted kettle chips for myself. I made some lemonade, too, to go with our snacks.”

          “Nice! Thank you.”

          “You’re welcome. Help me put all the things away?”

          “Gladly.”

          The two friends chatted as they worked together to get all the groceries put away. Yeosang even started nibbling on his shrimp chips and poured a glass of homemade lemonade for Gabrielle and himself. Once they were done putting everything away, they mozied into the living room where Yeosang sprawled out on the sofa with his tablet in hand. Gabrielle sat lazily on the floor pillow with her legs spread and her back against the sofa.

          In no time, the house was quiet once again as the two settled in and did their own thing in each other’s company. Yeosang continued to look up cake recipes while Gabrielle watched the TV as the news reporter talked about the nearing snowstorm.

          “You know …”

          Yeosang tore his gaze away from his tablet. “What?”

          “Maybe we should cook something before …”

          All of a sudden, the lights flickered out.

          “… the power goes out.”

          Yeosang groaned. “Uh! Great!”

          “No worries, friend!” Gabrielle chirped. “We can make sandwiches, cool wraps, and salads. Just take your pick, boo!”

          Yeosang’s cheeks began to burn. Boo. He covered his face with his arm and groaned again, trying to sound annoyed by the mishap instead of delighted by the pet name.

          “You truly thought of everything,” he commented.

          “Yep! And I saw that you were on the same page from what I saw in the fridge. If you don’t want anything I brought, we can eat something you have.” Gabrielle smiled, laying her head back on the sofa and staring up at Yeosang with her big, pretty eyes.

          “You’re killing me,” he whispered.

          Gabrielle blinked and lifted her head slightly at the remark. “What?”

          “You’re killing me … with all these choices. Hehe!” Yeosang glanced at Gabrielle, who still looked baffled. “How about your sandwiches and my kimchi?”

          Gabrielle gave him a small smile. “Sure.”

          So, the two friends found themselves in the dark kitchen again with a flashlight, making dinner. Gabrielle made a ham sandwich for Yeosang and a turkey sandwich for herself while Yeosang plated kimchi on two plates. Then, Gabrielle placed their sandwiches on the plates and carried them into the living room as Yeosang trailed behind her with a large bottle of lemonade.

          After placing the food and drinks on the coffee table, Yeosang grabbed a few candles and a lighter from a nearby closet. He lit them on the table, casting a romantic glow throughout the living room.

          “You love my homemade lemonade, don’t you?” Gabrielle smirked.

          Yeosang poured himself another glass. “How can you tell?”

          Gabrielle playfully nudged him as she sat at the coffee table. “Oh, I don’t know! Isn’t that you’re third glass?”

          “This is my second glass thank you very much!” Yeosang feigned hurt, sitting next to his friend. “Even if it was my third glass, I don’t see anything wrong with indulging in this tasty drink.”

          Gabrielle laughed and leaned her head against his, “You’re a goof, Yeo-yeo.” Her soft voice lingered in his ear.

          Yeosang could feel the goosebumps form on his skin, leaving him stunned as Gabrielle moved away, settling into her own spot to eat. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and began eating.

          She’s just really affectionate is all. Nothing to fret over, Yeosang.

          Silence washed over them as they ate their meals side by side. It was peaceful. Well, at least to one of them.

          “I’m bored!” Gabrielle exclaimed. “It’s too quiet.”

          “I like the quiet,” Yeosang said.

          “Mm!” Gabrielle thought for a moment. “Wanna hear a joke?”

          “Absolutely not.”

          “Why do ducks have tail feathers?”

          Didn’t I just say no?

          “I don’t know. Why?” Yeosang said, humoring her.

          “To cover their butt quacks!”

          “Pfffft!” Yeosang tried covering his mouth, but it was too late. He had already started cackling.

          “Teeheehee! I knew you’d find it funny!”

          Yeosang tried to pull himself together. “It was okay.”

          “Okay? Just okay?” Gabrielle wasn’t hearing it. “You damn near busted a gut cackling over there! Come on, that was a good joke!”

          Yeosang looked at Gabrielle with a straight face and shrugged. “Like I said, it was okay.” He went back to eating, but a smirk crept up on his face that he couldn’t hide.

          “Uh huh,” Gabrielle eyed him. “I bet I can make you laugh uncontrollably.”

          Yeosang scooted away, and Gabrielle scooted after him.

          “You better not!” Yeosang said sternly.

          “Better not what? Do this?” Gabrielle asked suddenly, gripping Yeosang’s sides and moving her fingers furiously to tickle him.

          “Haha! Stop, stop! Haha!”

          Yeosang tried to get away from her, but Gabrielle was too fast. She tickled his sides, tummy, neck, and anywhere she could reach. Every inch of Yeosang’s body became ticklish under her touch.

          “I can’t breathe. Stop, stop, please!” Yeosang begged breathily between bouts of laughter.

          Gabrielle finally gave in to Yeosang’s plea and stopped tickling him. He was so out of breath that he lay on the floor. Gabrielle, chuckling at him and out of breath herself, lay beside him.

          “I’m glad I came here,” she said.

          “I’m glad you came here, too,” he responded.

          Simultaneously, they looked over at each other. Yeosang stared into Gabrielle’s eyes. Such beautiful brown eyes, he thought. Then, he let his gaze travel down her round nose to her plump lips and back to her eyes. That’s when he caught her doing the same, scanning his lips with her eyes. He licked his lips nervously.

          “Gabrielle?” he said with a shaky voice.

          “Yes?” Her voice was shaky, too.

          “I … I …”

          “Yes, Yeosang?” she encouraged.

          “I … I need to use the restroom!”

          “Ah … okay.”

          Yeosang sprang up, rushed into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him, leaving Gabrielle confused. He leaned his back against the door and took deep breaths. Then, he walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror.

          “We’re just friends,” he said quietly to himself. “She doesn’t feel the same way, and that’s okay. She’s just a friend, Yeosang. Remember, she’s just a friend.” He scoffed and shook his head. “So, why have you fallen for her then?”

          Yeosang splashed more water on his face and turned the faucet off. He reached blindly for his hand towel and wiped his face when he heard a knock at the door.

          “Yeosang? Is everything okay?” Gabrielle asked.

          “Yeah, everything is fine,” he answered.

          “Are you sure?”

          “Yes.”

          “Um … did I do something wrong?”

          Yeosang perked up at the question and rushed to the door. He swung it open to find his beautiful, concerned friend waiting for him to come out.

          “Did you do something wrong?” he repeated.

          “Yeah,” she said, searching his face for an answer.

          “No. No, of course not,” Yeosang said.

          “Oh,” was all Gabrielle said.

          “Hey,” Yeosang rubbed her arms and looked her in the eyes, feeling sorry for making her worry. “I’m okay. I promise. You didn’t do anything.”

          Gabrielle nodded but a frown remained on her face. “I just thought that maybe I got too close, you know, and made you uncomfortable. I know you like your space at times.”

          Yeosang thought about it, and yes, she did get too close, but it wasn’t bad.

          “Well,” Yeosang chuckled, “you did, but it’s okay.”

          “Oh, I didn’t mean to –”

          “No, no, no! Hehe! Oh, I didn’t want to tell you like this,” Yeosang rubbed the back of his head.

          “Tell me what?” The worry on Gabrielle’s face grew even more.

          “It’s okay, I promise,” Yeosang assured her. “Here, let’s sit down.”

          He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the sofa. Never letting go of her hand, Yeosang and Gabrielle sat facing each other.

          “Gabrielle, I have to be honest with you,” he began. “You did get too close and made me uncomfortable, but it wasn’t bad at all. I really enjoyed it. In fact, I love being close to you. I just got so nervous, and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I panicked and literally ran away.”

          Gabrielle squeezed his hand. “Yeah?”

          Yeosang nodded. “Yeah. I wish I wasn’t so nervous. Things could’ve gone differently otherwise.”

          Gabrielle smiled knowingly. “How so?”

          Yeosang looked at Gabrielle and smiled. “Well, if I hadn’t panicked, I probably would have told you how beautiful you looked in the candlelight.”

          “Oh, yeah?” Gabrielle grinned.

          Yeosang nodded. “Yes, and I would’ve caressed your cheek like this,” he gently touched her cheek. “Then, I would’ve asked to kiss you.”

          “Well, what’s stopping you?” Gabrielle asked.

          “And then I – wait, what?” Yeosang did a double take and looked at his friend wide-eyed.

          “I said, ‘What’s stopping you?’ Hm?” she asked, inching closer until their legs touched. Then, she lifted her legs onto his lap and inched her face closer to his. “Do you still want to kiss me?”

          Yeosang nodded furiously.

          Gabrielle smiled. “Good. I want to kiss you, too.”

          Yeosang was a bit shocked but glad to hear that his friend and long-time crush liked him back. Ready to progress from friendship to something more, he leaned in close and asked, “You sure?”

          “Positive.”

          Yeosang bridged the gap and pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her onto his lap, and held her tightly.

          “Mm! Mm! Yeosang!”

          Yeosang pulled away. “Oh, am I doing too much?”

          “Not at all,” said Gabrielle. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

          “Really? How long?” Yeosang beamed.

          “Honestly,” Gabrielle thought for a second, “Ever since Wooyoung brought you to the Paris Bistro event at culinary school.”

          “Oh, that was last year, and that was the first time I met you!” Yeosang was putting two and two together.

          “Yep!” Gabrielle laughed.

          “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.

          “Sure!”

          “That night when Wooyoung introduced you to me, I couldn’t stop staring at you, and he kept teasing me. He said the love bug came up and bit my ass!” Yeosang confessed.

          Gabrielle giggled. “Well, I’ve got a secret to share with you, too.”

          Yeosang leaned back and let his hands slide down Gabrielle’s sides until they rested on her hips. Then, he smiled and lifted his brow in anticipation.

          “On Monday when Wooyoung and I returned to class, I told him that I thought you were hot and wanted to get to know you. He asked, ‘How bad do you want to get to know my best friend?’ He’s been bribing me ever since! I’ve been chopping and prepping his veggies for him all semester just so I could talk to you and him not spill the beans and tell you I like you before I got the chance.”

          Yeosang cackled. “That sounds just like him. He can be such an asshole.”

          “He sure can!” Gabrielle laughed. “We should get our revenge!”

          “Yes, we should! Haha! But um …”

          Gabrielle cocked her head to the side. “But what?”

          “I don’t want to think about him right now. I want to pick up where we left off,” Yeosang said, wriggling his eyebrows.

          “You know, I do like the sound of that,” Gabrielle giggled.

          So, Yeosang pressed his lips to Gabrielle’s again and would do so many times that night. Throughout the night between make-out sessions, they cuddled, snacked, talked about the future, and eventually, planned their revenge on their mutual friend.

Author’s Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Toni D

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[bakin-raspberry]

The First Meeting

Fair warning this is my first time writing any kind of fanfic so they may be a little out of character

When He woke up that morning, Cuphead knew that it was going to be a difficult day, His brother had spent the past two weeks trying to find a box that contained the old books that Elder Kettle had read to them but after looking through every single shelf, chest, and closet it became clear that it wasn’t anywhere in the apartment.

“I just dont understand where they could be? We have the fairytales and the photo books but where are the rest of them?” Mugman had shouted exasperated by the restless search “The only written version of Calix animi legends and they’re not a single place in this damned apartment! I know we packed them up! Where are they?!”

“well…. If they’re not here then….what if we left them at….The house? Maybe…maybe I forgot to take it down from the attic when we made the last trip…” Cuphead said scratching the back of his head nervously “I did almost forget to grab some of the clothes boxes… maybe we should check it? I mean…if they’re not anywhere in the apartment it might at least be worth the trip just to make sure that it’s not missing”

“….huh….are you sure that….you’re up for that? Seeing the house again?”

“…”

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*Knock Knock knock* “Mugs? You awake up yet—

The door opened revealing a completely dressed Mugman in the doorway

“Never mind looks like your ready, let’s head out” Cuphead said, heading to put on his shoes, stopping to pat Dasiy on the head

“hold down the fort while we’re gone okay little guy? Don’t need anyone poking their noses where they don’t belong.”

It would be a long bus ride from the City to the Woods, then a notable walk to get to the House…thankfully they both already knew the path well enough from the years of play in those Woods

“Best to head out early, I do have to meet with professor Gabriel this evening” Mugman stated grabbing this bag

“ugh please tell me your not meeting here again..” Cuphead groaned over his shoulder

“We’re meeting at the library Cuphead, and it would be nice to have you come with. Can’t ever have enough help with the research. Besides Gabriel has been nothing but helpful, maybe those legends will have some answers, all legends have at least some truth to them.” Mugs stated opening the door. “After you”

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The path had become overgrown throughout the years, coming almost up to their knees and the rain that had begun to fall wasn’t much help

“whew…. Never thought much of the walk when we were kids huh?” Cups grinned tired from trip so far “always felt so easy to run place to place”

*Mugman chuckled* “Yes well running from government officials every few weeks isn’t really a good exercise regamie”

“Well I guess it’s easier if one thi—

Elder kettle’s cottage had come into view…garden overgrown with weeds and windows dirty and dusty but despite that…it still felt like home…like coming back to where they were supposed to be

*CRACK*

“oh geez it’s really starting to pour, Mugs you got the key ready?” Cuphead said as they reached the door

“yes I have it right here— hold the umbrella steady!”

“I’m trying to! unlock the door the door alrea—-

*Creeaaak* The second they put weight on the door it opened, causing them both to catch a glimpse of a small silhouette disappearing up the stairs.

“…”

“…”

*Cuphead quickly pushed the door completely open, rushing inside* “Nononono—- did someone break in?!”

“Cuphead don’t rush in—

The inside was a mess…stray papers had been thrown around and there was a claw mark on the living room wallpaper and some dried dark red liquid on the floor leaving a trail upstairs. Which they quickly followed, finding that it led to the same room they had slept in as children. Dust covers had been placed on the beds and the nightstand had been tipped over.

They could hear small panicked breathing coming from underneath the right bed, nodding to each other they slowly lifted the dust cover and looked at the figure underneath it

“….is-…is that a kid?” Cuphead said quietly…bewildered.

“Come…come on out… don’t worry we…we aren’t going to hurt you” Mugman whispered kneeling down slightly, slowly pulling the kid out from under the bed and helping them stand upright.

The kid….the kid wasn’t in good shape, even with what little they could see. its fur was dirty and stuck together with dried blood in areas, its right knee was scraped and scabbed over. It had bad bruising on the right side of its head along with a long irritated scar over its left eye. It was wearing what at some point in time would have been a very nice looking white dress. All in all, it was clear that they weren’t in good shape.

“oh….oh my god…”

*CRACK* Another loud clap of thunder and a bright flash of lightning cause the kid to wince and try to hid under the bed again.

“aahhh…no its okay! Uh…” Cuphead ran over to the windows and pulled the shutters completely closed and turned the lights on “See? All gone!”

“Okay…now…little…girl?…whats your name?” Mugman said, trying to kept a calm tone

The girl turned her head away from him seemingly scared

“I don’t…I don’t know…”

Oh Oh that wasn’t good

“okay….do you know how to got here? Do you know where you are?” Cuphead tried asking

The girl shook her head “no….”

“okay…..do….do you know how you got so hurt?” Mugman tried, hoping for an answer this time

The girl just shook her head again more upset “I don’t know!”

The brothers looked at each other sharing the exact same concerns

“okay…okay first things first….how about we get you patched up a bit okay?” Cuphead said leading her out of the bedroom. “Mugs can you get first aid kid from the closet? You know more about this than me”

“Al—alright…”

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The girl had thankfully stayed still while they tried to clean up the open wounds. Being patched up made it easier for her to move around, now they just needed to decide what to do next.

“so….we’re bringing back to the apartment with us right?” Cuphead asked once they stepped out of earshot of the girl

“What we can’t just do that….*sigh* we should contact the police, let them know we found a kid with memory loss in the woods…” Mugman said trying to rationalize it

“Well yeah! But the kids gotta stay somewhere and you and I both know that the foster system in Inkwell isn’t….great…we do have a spare room, it’s small but still a room, we can just keep an eye on the kid until her family comes forward and brings her back home” Cuphead tried to explain

“Okay I’ll admit, the foster system wouldn’t be a good idea, but between my research and our work are we going to be home enough to justify taking in an amnesiac kid?” Mugs continued

“I could pick up fewer shifts, maybe we change our schedules so that only one of us is working at a time? We could figure it out”

“…*sigh* fine…I guess we could figure out the finer details in the morning…it’s late enough already…we should get her to a proper place to sleep” Mugman said, slowly deciding to leave at this for a bit.

“alright….let head out then”

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The rain had stopped by the time they left the House, revealing a bright starry night sky and crickets chirping as they walked.

“so….what should we call you little missy?” Mugman asked as they made their way to the Bus station. “We could try and come up with something if you wanted?”

The girl nodded brightening up and grinning widely

“Well you just perked up like a flower in sunny weather huh?” Cups joked “Probably the most expressive you’ve been with us so far”

The girl started giggling at that “Sunny! Sunny!” She said in a sing-song voice

Mugman chuckled a bit “huh….well…you do hate stormy weather, I guess it wouldn’t be the worse name to have for you. What do you think? Would you like for us to call you Sunny while you’re with us?”

The Girl nodded “I like it! It’s my name now!”

“Well then it’s settled. Sunny it is!”

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”okay now do try and kept your voice down, when we enter okay Sunny? Daisy is pretty skittish and we don’t want it scare them” Mugman whispered opening the apartment door, showing the Daisy was still awake sitting on the sofa. peering over and curiously staring at the girl.

“um…hello” Sunny said nervously waving a bit.

The Daisy looked at her and nodded as they walked in all together.

“Alright…first things first we should probably get you out of that…I’m saying dress? And have you change into something else….” Cups said, kicking off his shoes and heading into the bathroom and starting to fill up the tub “I think we have some old pajamas that would fit you, I can grab them…you prefer stars or polka dots?”

“Um….polka dots…” Sunny said looking around at the apartment curious.

“Well, I found some spare pillows and blankets, so you’ll be able to sleep alright tonight. Now I’ve got to call Gabriel and let him know that something came up and I’m not going to be able to meet up for research for a while” Mugman said, spreading the blankets and pillow out on the couch, before leaving and heading into his room.

“Night mugs.” Cuphead said walking back into the living room “Sunny the bath is ready you can head in now, the pajamas are in the bathroom too”

Sunny nodded heading in ———————————————————

“okay now what would should I give her to eat…..let’s see….thats gone bad…that’s gin…that whiskey….oh there we go…” Cuphead mumbled grabbing a paper bag and opening it.

“Hmm….Sunny here try this” Cups handed her a soft pretzel, watching as she turned it in her hands a couple times. “You gotta bite it Sunspot, that’s how eating works”

Sunny looked at it for another second…before biting into it and chewing a bit

“there we go! Not bad right? It’s from this bakery couple blocks from here, I could take you tomorrow if you’d like?”

Sunny nodded, finishing it the rest of it quickly.

Cuphead looked at the Clock “huh…well…guess we should both go to sleep huh?” He picked her up and placed her on the sofa pulling the blanket up over her and tucking her in.

“now if you need anything me and mugs will be just down the hall, knock on the either of the doors if you need anything okay Sunny?”

Sunny looked at him and nodded “okay I will”

“Goodnight Sunny, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite”

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and that’s it! Lemme know what you thought about it! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

[toadagere]

More Gabriel and Trevor agere fluff, with some mentions of Mama Marie in here too. I guess warning for accidents, but it's nothing detailed.

Trevor knew that his father had been putting off regression for close to two weeks now, the longest his father had gone without regressing voluntarily. Everyone in the home has been worried about the elder vampire, being an unpredictable force to begin with. Trevor even insisted that his father should take the day off and spend the day with Victor or Marie, but Gabriel was stubborn and insisted that he was fine and just wasn't feeling the pull to regression.

Marie packed a regression bag regardless. It was a simple red bag with a dragon on it. Inside it was everything that Trevor might need if his father regressed while they were in the office: diapers, a pacifier, sippy cups, some coloring books, a teether, rattle, and his favorite plush dragon. Trevor was very thankful for his mother's foresight, watching how his father had just been staring down at the papers in front of him without actually reading them.

"Father? You feeling ok?" Trevor asks softly, as to not startle Gabriel. Gabriel nodded, trying to refocus after having been caught. Trevor frowned, but didn't fight his father on this. The more he pushed, the more Gabriel would refuse. Trevor just had to be patient. Nodding, he turned back to his computer, focusing back on his task.

About an hour later, Trevor heard a sniffle. Looking up, he notices his father had his face buried in his arms, which were crossed on the desk.

"Father?" Trevor stood up and walked over to Gabriel, "are you okay? Do you need your pacifier?" Gabriel looked up at Trevor and nodded.

Trevor only smiled softly at his father and grabbed the little bag. Taking out the pacifier, decorated with little crystals and charms that Trevor and Marie had helped Gabriel with, he gently pressed it against his father's lips, and he happily took it, sucking on it gently. Trevor took in the state of his father. The man's eyes were sunken and glossy, unable to focus on anything. He sniffles and rubs his face, upset with something, but not having the ability to voice it. Trevor went back to the bag and took out the stuffed dragon, Puff. It was weighted with beans and currently scented with chamomile, allowing it to help Gabriel relax when it was heated up. Trevor couldn't heat it up at that moment, but he still offered it to his father just in case.

Sure enough, Gabriel took the plush with a small sniffle, clutching it close to his chest. Trevor smiled softly, as to not upset the baby minded vampire, and brought out a thick blanket from the closet inside the office and laid it down on the ground. Once the blanket was in place, he scooped up Gabriel from the chair and laid him down on it.

Cooing softly at his father, he was quick in putting a diaper and getting more comfortable clothes on him. It was a little onesie that had cartoon dragons on it, that Trevor attached a clip to keep the pacifier in place. The baby vampire looked up at Trevor, eyes wide and innocent, before giggling at him. Trevor couldn't resist when his father was in this state, and gently glided his claws on Gabriel's sides, making the vampire squirm and laugh happily.

It was nice... It was almost like he had Simon with him again...

Trevor smiled fondly and sat Gabriel back up, and went back to the bag. As he went to pull out some toys, he paused. There were coloring books, the teether, and the rattle. Simple toys yes, but only appropriate for certain age ranges.

"Hey, little dragon," Trevor called, making Gabriel look up at him, "do you think you can show Bubba how old you are?" Gabriel stared blankly at him. A stare that he recognized from a toddler. Gabriel looked down at his hands, before holding up two fingers.

"Only two? Oh, I have a wee one, don't I?" Trevor chuckles, grabbing the rattle and teether. There were some supplies in the closet, like larger toys and more blankets and pillows, but Trevor didn't want to overwhelm the little vampire. He wanted his father to have fun, not shut down completely. Though the sounds from the humans just outside the door probably weren't helping Gabriel slip fully into that mindset.

With a wave of his hand, the room fell silent. Trevor noticed an immediate change in Gabriel's body language, watching as the leftover tension left his body. Trevor smiled fondly as he watched the baby vampire shake the rattle, focusing on it like it was the most interesting thing ever to him. Trevor sat behind him, holding a brush in his hand, and gently started brushing Gabriel's hair. Something about this simple act made the vampiric instincts inside him content. He remembered his father saying that grooming was important to bonding in a vampire colony, and he recalled his father and Laura, late in the afternoon, brushing and taking care of each other's hair. Trevor figured it was the animal instincts inside Vampires.

Wolves, rats, and bats; all species had heavy emphasis on grooming to build bonds with their groups. It made sense for Vampires to follow suit. He felt his father relax into him, as Gabriel continued to shake the rattle, cooing at the noise it makes.

"Having fun there, wee one?" Trevor asks with a chuckle. Gabriel giggled and squealed, shaking the rattle more vigorously. Trevor couldn't contain his laughter, before he leaned down and blew a raspberry on Gabriel's neck. This earned him another squeal and Gabriel kicked his feet out. Trevor chuckled and brought his father back against his chest. Gabriel continued to babble and shake the rattle, with Trevor nodding in faux agreement, playing with the baby minded vampire.

Trevor didn't know how long he had sat there, playing with his father. He had pulled out a couple more toys for him, one being a bead maze and the other being a shape sorter. Trevor felt nostalgic, remember the days when he and Sypha would play with Simon. A wave of bittersweet, homesickness swept over the vampire, making him yearn for his late wife and son, and the friends and life he had before arrogantly trying to destroy his father.

A yawn brought him out of his thoughts, as he felt a heavy weight press against his chest. Looking down, he smiles as Gabriel holds Puff close between them, and tiredly shakes the rattle more.

"Oh, does my wee one need a nap?" Trevor asks, before yawning too, "Bubba needs one too." Gabriel nods and rubs one of his eyes with his fist, making Trevor melt at how adorable his father was in this mindspace. Laying his father on the blanket on the floor, Trevor packs the regression bag back up, before picking his father up. Gabriel grumbles some, before cuddling into his bubba's neck, dozing in and out of sleep as Trevor carries him up to the penthouse above the offices.

Using his powers, he opened the door without disturbing the half asleep vampire in his arms. Alucard carefully took his father up to the bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed. He leaned down, kissing his forehead and covered Gabriel up with the blankets. Trevor smiles and pets his father's hair, before heading to the bathroom to change into his own night clothes, which is a simple pair of fleece pants. Though as he was heading back into the room, he heard his father whine.

Trevor was quick to run back over to Gabriel, picking him up and bouncing him in his arms to soothe him.

"Shhh... Shhh... Bubba's here," Trevor coos. That's when he felt the wet spot on the onesie. Ah, that's what the problem was. With a soft coo, he took the vampire over to the changing table. It was quick work changing the little vampire's diaper and onesie, though Trevor paused to give his father little raspberries on his stomach, making those sad tears into happy tears.

Scooping Gabriel back up into his arms, Trevor bounced him gently back over to the bed. From there, he tucked Gabriel in and formed a nest with the pillows and blankets in the room. Once satisfied with his work, he crawls in beside his father and holds him close, purring and trilling and kneading the blankets. He gave one more little kiss to Gabriel's forehead, before falling asleep beside him.

[kotias]

Good Omens season 2 is a coming out fable.

Especially when you consider that all the relationships we see are queer:

- Aziraphale and Crowley

- Maggie and Nina

- Gabriel and Beelzebub

- the two punks in the graveyard with the phone only having Twitter and Grindr

- the shopkeeper and his spouse

Both Crowley and Aziraphale got recently liberated from Hell and Heaven respectively, from any responsibility towards them, and even from hiding their relationship, because both sides know by now, and tried (and failed) to punish them for it.

We have the two "young adults" who just left their toxic families and can finally taste the freedom of being themselves and together. One immediately embraces it, and goes fullblown DRAMATIC GAY about it (Crowley of course), while the other is still sheltered and shy and has had the family's sayings drilled so deeply in him that even considering whatever is happening would feel an impossible step for him (Aziraphale)

And then... two other gays in a similar situation (angel x demon) appear (Gabriel and Beelzebub, making a representation for our angel of "oh my goodness, that was an option???"

But, because it's such new information, that he has literally no time to take in because The Metatron pops in right after to shut that down real quick, he can't give his own angry little snake husband what he WISHES he could give him.

I’m not good on analysing queer representation in media, but this really feels like a love story to the community and a representation of their struggles to truly find themselves.

In this season, while Gabriel and Beelzebub were the fullblown representation that our little gay immortal beings needed, Maggie and Nina are the “experienced” people of the community, helping the little sheltered boys out of their shells, practically giving Crowley an instruction manual that he tries really hard to follow.

But it doesn’t work... does it?

Because, one of the issues that one can face is: family clawing their way back into your brain, and destroying everything you’ve worked on to heal from their influence.

The Metatron is walzing into Aziraphale’s life, offering a warm coffee and a fawning voice, while at the same time staring daggers at Crowley who is just sprawling in his favourite chair, and bringing the angel outside for The Talk.

This feels like a family member who “doesn’t understand why you’ve changed so much my dear, it must be the influence of this darn friend of yours”, but instead of saying that... he goes in more slyly, offering Aziraphale something that cannot be refused: an esteemed place in a “family” who he never truly felt a part of. But Metatron knows, he knows very well that Crowley would never accept going back to Heaven. He knows that he’s given Aziraphale too much hope to abandon that dream of being accepted by his “family”.

This series is so good, I’m being so emotional right now.

So thank you @neil-gaiman​

Given what I wrote here, I am therefore expecting Aziraphale to wear that FABULOUS coat that Gabriel found in his closet (HUMHUM YES YES GABRIEL FINDING CLOSETED GAY CLOTHES) in season 3, when he is ready for the coming out dance of the millenium.

Crowley deserves at least that as an apology (not that he needs to forgive anything to Aziraphale, the second he sees him he’ll have forgiven everything, but he still wants that dance in a dramatic coat).

And I also expect their next kiss to literally rewrite the world after it was brought to destruction by the Second Coming.

Because if their joint “tiniest miracle we can do, so that even Heaven can’t pick up on it, we’re so stealthy” ended up conjuring a power that could raise 25 people back from the dead, I cannot be told that their real kiss, and their putting their all in a joint miracle, wouldn’t reboot the universe.

And I think that’s exactly why Metatron is trying to separate them: as angels from creation (since demons are former angels), they weren’t supposed to love one another, and angelic love could be incredibly dangerous to the “Ineffable Plan”, if it indeed has the ability to rewrite everything.