#angelxreader

[sarahsartistportfolio]

you guys youguys youGUYS

suddenly I really really miss my angel ocs

Specifically now looking through the angelxreader tag like I didn't realize so many others were craving this dynamic.

I want to write more of my angels. I want to write them so much. I want to write silly little reactions like "You ask to touch their wings how to they react?" or "Their reaction to you summoning them and trapping them in a circle"

I am so soso open on taking suggestions on what readerxangel scenarios to put my characters in. I am bursting at the steams with love for my angels so if you too desire to be loved by a divine being.

Drop by my inbox

Here and here you can read/see a bit more of my angels(fallen/dark angels included)

Like seriously I could cry right now I just them so much 😭😭😭

[petitprincess1]

Angelxreader or Alastorxreader stories. Both are unrealistic, Angel does have a slight high chance. But Alastor. Haha No. Alastor would rather cut you up into tiny pieces and have you for lunch (Alastor ships. Tend to skip over the fact he get off on torturing people) Angel would tell you to fuck off and might kill you two. It would takes years until Angel might open up.

Um, okay. Thanks for telling me this??? I mean, I don't see how either one is unrealistic when referring to fanfiction. I guess if you want to keep them in character, maybe, but I don't see how Alastor is unlikely to be in a relationship with anyone. Yeah, he's ace, but he can still date. Yeah, he's a killer, but there are plenty of killers down in Hell.

Also, you know, it's fanon. At the end of the day, almost anything is possible within that "realm".

[x-childish-x]

Could you write a fluffy Warren Worthington III x nb!reader piece where some mutual pining is going on between them and they end up getting caught under the mistletoe together during Christmas time. They both pretend its fine because they're friends and it's tradition, but yeah, things get a little more intimate than expected. Maybe someone that's outside the relationship makes a joke or smth, idk.

Christmas Spirit

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x nb!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: mutual pining, flirting, crushes, fluff, teasing, steamy makeout

Word Count: 1,002

A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this request! It's the first Christmas one! I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it! I appreciate you all so much! I really enjoyed writing this. Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you for all the support and love! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Also, yay to our first Warren Worthington fic!

Summary: After spending hours decorating the X-Mansion with your best friends, you find yourself under the mistletoe with none other than Warren.

(gif not mine!)

Christmas time was one of, if not your favorite time of year. You, Peter, Ororo, Jean, and Kurt had been decorating the mansion the entire day. To absolutely no one's surprise, both Scott and Warren seemed to be absolute Grinches. But despite their apparent despising of the holiday, they followed the five of you around the mansion, watching you all excitedly decorate the place.

Christmas music played throughout the entire mansion, causing you and Ororo to stop decorating and break out into song more often than not. As much as you had tried, you couldn't contain the excitement that you felt. How much better could it be? You were decorating your home with your best friends as your favorite songs rang throughout the halls... you couldn't possibly think of anything that could make this any better.

Well, except for one thing. Your gaze fell onto Warren, who seemed to already be watching you. The knowledge that Warren had been watching you caused your cheeks to flush as you looked back down at the garland you were currently wrapping and hanging around one of the many banisters in the mansion. Warren and you... that was a long, complicated story.

Ever since he returned with Ororo after the battle against Apocalypse, you'd were both utterly and obviously in love with one another, even though you'd both always deny it. And let's not even get started on the endless flirting you two would attempt. Despite both Jean and Ororo constantly trying to get you to tell Warren, you knew you never could.

He was a tease. He was too playful for his own good, and you knew that meant he didn't genuinely like you. You hear Warren and Scott laugh lightly at the sight of Peter running up the walls to hang mistletoe on the roof. You smiled widely. This was not only your home, but it was your family, and you were beyond happy you were getting to decorate with them.

A few hours and many decorations later, you all stood in the last hallway, finishing the decorations once and for all. You smiled as you watched Jean direct Kurt and Peter around as you stood off to the side. You'd been put on garland/light duty with Ororo, and of course, you two have finished quickly.

"Hey," Warren spoke softly, nudging you as he stood beside you, "You did a really nice job."

"You think so?" You asked, sparing a glance at him.

Warren nodded, "You can tell that you're putting genuine thought and care into your decorating."

"Thank you."

You could feel your insides swelling with happiness at Warren's comment as you looked around. The mansion truly looked beautiful. Garland, lights, ornaments, and various other decorations scattered the entire home in a beautiful fashion that made you swell and warm up with pure Christmas joy.

A gust of wind blew past your back, and you spun around, looking to see what Peter had been up to when suddenly his voice appeared behind you, "Oooh!! Warren, (Y/n)!! You're under the mistletoe!"

At the same time, Warren and you looked up, and sure enough, there was mistletoe hanging right above where the two of you stood. A glare formed on your face as you turned to look at Peter, who was smiling widely at you. Which, as you looked around at the rest of your friends, you noticed matched many others' expressions as well. How long had they planned this out for?

"I mean..." Warren cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm down if you are."

"What?" You gasped, turning to look at Warren. He shrugged with a small smile, "You are?!"

Warren nodded, "It's tradition."

"Well..." You mumbled, looking at Ororo and Jean, who gave you a thumbs-up behind Warren's back, "You better get on it then."

Warren laughed softly at your teasing, sassy attitude and immediately pulled you into him by your waist. The feeling of his hands encasing your waist set fire to your body, nerves like you'd never felt before. However, you did your best to shove your nerves down as you locked eyes with Warren and prepared yourself for the kiss.

The moment your lips touched, you knew it was so much more than just a simple little kiss. It felt like your soul was finally uniting with your other half, and you were quickly losing yourself in the kiss. Your hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Warren seemed to be feeling the same as you were. One of his hands moved to caress your face while the other pulled you flush against him.

Right as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip, Scott had to be Scott and ruin the moment, "Geez! The tradition is to kiss, not make babies!"

Warren and you quickly separated from one another, your cheeks blazing as you refused to fully let go of one another. You could hear Ororo and Jean squealing, surely about your kiss, while Scott, Kurt, and Peter groaned about the two 'lovebirds'. You smiled, shaking your head at the outcome of decorating.

"We should probably go talk about this," You whispered to Warren, smiling widely.

He nodded quickly, "Definitely. Let's go talk."

"Talk, my ass," Peter scoffed, squinting at the both of you, "More like talk into each other's mouths."

"Hey, Peter," You smiled, allowing Warren to pull you into his chest, "That one didn't land."

"Yea, yea," Peter nodded, his face reddening as he admitted defeat, "Sounded good in my head... then it was just word vomit."

Warren chuckled as he kissed the side of your head, "It's the thought that counts, buddy."

"How is it that you two just made out in front of all of us, and I'm the one being teased?" Peter pouted.

"Because," Jean laughed softly, as she walked towards Scott, "We've all been waiting for this for months."

Kurt smiled as he pats Peter's shoulder, smiling over at you and Warren, "It was the Christmas spirit!"

General taglist: @nowthisisdark @techssexythighs

X-Men taglist: @madison05x

[chaimshelii]

I Want To Watch The Whole World Burn. Alastor x Reader

 Based off of AnnaPantsu’s cover of World Burn from the Mean Girls musical

and YES I did change the lyrics to make more sense :/

Art credit to the original owner (SamuraiAmes on twitter)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMVI1FMBHVg

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My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel

This is what I get for helping

Helping someone lame fit in

Vaggie n’ Angie, enjoy your temporary win 

As I strut down to Alastor’s room I pass a clock. 3:34 a.m. Well past the time Al would be asleep. 

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) “(Y/N) is a fugly cow.” Hey Angie, how ya like me now?

I sneak in and quickly grab his microphone staff and run out of the hotel, but not before grabbing as many as matches as the tall building could even carry. 

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get me

i grab as many tabloids of the incident as I could fit in my satchel, as demons all over the city pointed and laughed at me. they won’t be laughing for long...

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline

Al woke up from a nightmare, but those were becoming more usual as the days passed. He decided it was best to just listen to music as it was almost time to get dressed anyways. As he turns on his radio his heart sinks to his feet.

I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean

He throws on his clothes as fast as demonly possible, not caring about his hair, shoes or a smile even. And we know you’re never fully dressed without one, Al.

Vaggie, time to watch your back Angie, time to turn and cough

Al can’t believe the sight upon him. As he looks up he sees me standing on the roof. He’s lost all given shits about his appearance, only wanting to care about me standing on the roof. 

Because you took me down But you didn’t finish me off

I pull out the tabloids and matches, lighting the papers on fire and proceeding to chuck them off the tall buildings, singing into the microphone that everyone within a 30 mile radius could hear.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And in case you’re keeping score Angie may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn!

Tears stream down Alastor’s face as he walks towards the building, the crowd howling with laughter at the used-to-be-feared Radio Demon.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Vaggie is a grotsky bi-otch!

Vaggie gasps and runs back into the hotel. Some would say every demon in the city, even Lucifer are shocked at this display of anger.

I got the gasoline

I hopped from building from building, listening and watching Alastor’s world and reputation literally and figuratively being stripped from his hands. I should probably feel bad. He left me because people found out we we’re together. What kind of stupid- egomaniac-sociopath does that?! Oh, right. Alastor does.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Angel Dust is a drug pusher!

Angel is angry. But not just angry. He’s guilty. And he damn well knows it.

I wanna make the world burn

I’ve never looked so evil in my life, and it felt good

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Charlie is a heaven dyke! (Y/N) is a fugly cow (Y/N) is a fugly cow

Alastor has never seen me so angry. And I’ve never felt so.... alive I could say

And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

I cackled. LOUD.

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean

Fuck making this about me and Al.. I want everyone to be angry. infuriated even!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean! I jump off the building, and land amongst the demons, who open a path towards Alastor’s sobbing figure, looking more decrepit he had ever been, even in living.

Mean

I strut towards him, when I finally reached him, every step I took I shoved him back by his chest until he fell onto his back. Where I stood over his shaking, crying body on the blood-stained, alcohol soaked, cracked concrete.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Mean! I wanna watch the world burn

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Alastor tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't seem to care over the shouts, clapping and singing coming from the demons of Pentagram City.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

The demons turned to the three V’s, Vox, Valentino, and Velvet, who were backing away

I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

An explosion goes off, smoke surrounding me for a split second, where I make my grand escape.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Did y’all like it?? It’s my first fanfic and I hope I did good! FEEDBACK IS ACCEPTED :)

796 words.

1/1/2021 happy new year! :)

1:47 a.m.

[prettyinpunk85]

Amor Prohibido (5/?)

Amor Prohibido

(5/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes X Reader

Word Count: I don’t know. Who gives a shit.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Arguing. Traumatic event.

A/N: Alright this took forever, so sue me. The world has been nuts. There isn’t Angel this this, but a lot of backstory for Y/N. Please help and reblog, gracias 😘 Hopefully chapter 6 comes sooner than chapter 5 did 😑

Masterlist

Tags: @dearsamcrobae, @celestemaquilladora​, @lonelyheart75​, 

Not my gif.

5 months later

Y/N sits in the living room going through boxes of old stuff she got out of storage out of boredom. It’s all things from her childhood with her mother which she remembers very little of. When her mother was killed, she was 5. Gemma took her in and later adopted her, Jax was 7 years old then.

She pulls out some papers going through them uninterested. Nothing important really. She unfolds her own birth certificate and reads through it. She stops at the father’s name on the document and stares at it. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and folds it back up. She grabs a stack of pictures she was looking through earlier and finds the picture. There he was, that man. He was sitting next to Y/N’s mom with his arm around her shoulder. What the fuck.

---

A couple of days later she sits across from Gemma at a local diner. She looks down at her cup of coffee thinking and then up at Gemma, “Gemma, what do you know or remember about my biological father?” Gemma looks at Y/N surprised, not expecting the random question, “Uh your father? Hmm...” Gemma takes a drink of her coffee and sets down the mug trying to think of what to say, “I don’t know him, hun. Your mother never told me who he was. It didn’t matter so I didn’t push the subject. All that mattered was that we were going to take care of you.” Shes lying. She has to be lying. Y/N nods, “Right. I don’t know...” she shrugs, “I just got to wondering about it. I’ve been home a lot and have been doing lots of thinking... Oh well. So what’s new?” Gemma sighs looking out the diner window, “Fucking Wendy. That junkie bitch is pregnant. I mean, what the fuck is Jax thinking?!” Y/N shrugs half smiling, “Sometimes he doesn’t. You know him. Well, congratulations, Grandma.” She quietly chuckles and Gemma smiles shaking her head, “Don’t patronize me, little girl.” Y/N smiles at Gemma, “Hey, lady. I’m 25 years old now.” She pays and smiles at her winking, “You’ll always be little girl to me, hun.”

They walk outside and Gemma lights a cigarette and offers it to Y/N. She shakes her head, “No, thanks Gem. I’m trying to kick all these habits. I was drinking a lot and smoking a lot. I’m just trying to be better.” Gemma looks at her a bit skeptical and nods, “Good for you, babe. I wish I had that will power.” Y/N fixes her hoodie and looks around at the people walking around, “So tell me.. What does Jax think about becoming a father?” Gemma exhales smoke and half laughs, “He hates it. I don’t think it’s really that he hates the idea. I don’t think he’s ready or in a place where this should be happening right now. I know that he thinks that this is wrong to have with Wendy because she isn’t the one.”

Y/N nods, “That really sucks for him. He’s stuck with her now.” Gemma shrugs, “I know that I’ll kill her if she gets high with my grand baby in her belly. I know that if she has this baby and then overdosed and died that it would do us all a favor. Especially that baby.” Y/N looks ahead thinking about how savage Gemma can be. She thinks about what Gemma could be capable of. The secrets she hides. How many of those had to do with Y/N? “I know that sounds harsh babe, but that girl ain’t nothing but some junkie whore. Who even knows if that’s Jackson’s baby.” Y/N always liked Wendy. She felt bad for her because of her addiction and she felt bad that Wendy always felt like she had to impress Jax. Y/N never felt the need to impress Jax and she never even tried.

 Y/N nods a bit, “He should do a paternity test for sure just to be safe..” Gemma nods, “Oh hell yeah. And you better believe that I am going to support Jax on getting 100% custody. I’ll help him raise that baby.” Y/N half smiles and hugs her, “Gemma, always so motherly. I’ll see you around, okay Grammy?” Gemma flips her off and smiles, “Fuck off, child. Bye..” Gemma watches Y/N walk away. She can’t pinpoint what is happening with Y/N yet, but she knows something isn’t right.

---

A few days later Y/N sits at a park picnic table waiting, looking around nervously. Bishop comes up to the table and sits down looking at her very skeptical, “Are we here to talk about Angel? This is very ballsy of you to request this meeting. Like you asked, I didn’t tell Alvarez or anyone else about this.” She nods and speaks quietly, her voice barely comes out, “Thank you.. I really appreciate it.. I just have some questions for you... Believe it or not this has nothing to do with Angel.. Or maybe it has everything to do with Angel... I don’t know...”

He watches her confused, “What questions?” She nods, “Your name... Your real name is Obispo Losa? They call you Bishop because Bishop is Obispo in English...” He nods, “Yes...” She clears her throat and hands him a picture to look at, “That’s Maria...” Bishop interrupts, “Maria De Los Angeles Lopez.. How in the hell do you have this picture of her and I? This picture was taken over 25 years ago.” She watches him, “That’s my mom... My real mother...”

She reaches in her purse and pulls out her birth certificate and hands it to him. He unfolds it and reads it. He looks up at her and back down at the paper. “My name is on here..  Her name is on here... And this is your birth certificate... What?” He re-reads the paper confused and looks at her, “You’re my kid??” She shrugs half smiling sad, “I don’t know anything. All I know is that I was looking through some old boxes the other day and I ran across a copy of my birth certificate and that picture.. I thought.. Well... How many Obispos are there around here and you’re in that picture...”

He swallows hard starring at the birth certificate. “She never told me... I... I didn’t know...” he looks back at the picture, rubbing it a bit with his thumb deep in thought. “ I haven’t seen this picture in so long... God she was gorgeous...”

She swallows hard watching the pain in his eyes and she quietly speaks. “What... What happened with you two?” He looks ahead at nothing really, but thinking about the past, “She broke it off with me and left. I never knew why. All I knew was that I had lost the love of my life. I thought that it was the MC life that she started to hate. Then I heard that the feds offered her a lot of money to become an informant somewhere and it got her killed.” He sighs rubbing his head, “Maybe she left me because she found out she was pregnant and didn’t want to deal with the shit in my life anymore...” He shrugs.

She watches him, “Listen, Bishop. I’m not telling you this because I want something from you. I don’t need anything. From anyone. I just... I don’t know...” She sighs, “I just want some honest answers about my life. I feel like there’s probably a lot that I don’t know. That I’ve been sheltered from. I don’t know how much Gemma has never told me.”

Bishop takes a drag from his smoke and shakes his head, “That fucking puta Gemma probably knows a whole lot that we don’t know. She kept you from me your whole life probably knowing I was your dad. Without telling me shit. Just one fucking town over. She probably put Jax up to talking Alvarez and I into keeping Angel away from you.”

She swallows hard starring at him, thinking, for what seemed liked forever, “I’m sorry, what?” Her eyes start to fill up with tears, “Jax talked you and Alvarez into keeping Angel away from me?! What the fuck?! Why would you agree to that??” She stands up looking at him, tears running down her face. He stands up shaking his head, “Look, calm down. We owed Jax a favor and we figured this was nothing...”

“Nothing?! I’ve spent so much time thinking that he played me! I even yelled at him to his face!” She sits back down on the picnic table feeling sick, starting to cry harder, “I’ve been so fucking heartbroken... I’ve had to deal with so much alone.” He sits by her and puts a hand on her shoulder, “Please don’t cry... Listen... I’m sorry... I really don’t know the whole story with you and Angel. We should have sat down and talked to him about it first. Instead... We called him in for a meeting one day and told him that he wasn’t to see you or talk to you ever again. That it was a request from Jax Teller and we owed him a favor. We never gave Angel a choice. He knew that we needed SAMCRO on our side against some cartel shit.”

She looks over at him hurt, “You didn’t know... I guess there’s just a whole lot that you don’t know. Huh, Bishop?” She stands up and wipes her eyes feeling the anger start to burn in her chest, “Ironically sometimes history repeats it’s self, huh dad? I’m pregnant. I can just leave town right now like my mom did. Then maybe 20 years from now that kid can come back to town and find Angel. And you can miss out on a grand kid just like you missed out on having a daughter. If she was sick of the MC life, my mom was right then. Have a nice life, old man.”

She gets in her car and leaves. Bishop stares at her car, watching it drive away, “Fuck...”

---

Opie works on his bike outside at his home’s driveway. Y/N walks up the driveway looking at him, “Hey Ope...” He stands up wiping his hands on a rag and hugs her, “Hey girl! I feel like I haven’t seen you in what? Two or three weeks? We’ve been worried.” Y/N looks down crossing her arms keeping a distance, “I have a question, Opie. I really need you to be nothing but honest with me.” He nods watching her, starting to feel more worried about how she’s looking. “Yeah girl, what’s up? You okay? What’s going on?” She stares at the concrete for a second and then looks up at him serious, “Did you know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me?” He stares at her and swallows hard not knowing what to say.

She nods fake smiling, “Oh okay, cool. So you knew about it too.. That’s fucking great!” Opie sighs brushing his hair back, “Fuck man...” He paces a bit. “We all knew... I didn’t like it, but it was MC business so I couldn’t tell you. I tried to talk Jax out of it.” She laughs nodding, “Oh it was MC business and you couldn’t tell me, huh?” She looks him in the eyes, “What about my fucking life, Opie? This is my fucking life we’re talking about here! I’m an adult! I’m a fucking human!” She wipes her eyes, “You were like my brother... I trusted you.. You’ve hurt me so badly.. You don’t even know... I figured that you probably knew about this. I just needed to make sure.” She leaves heading over to Gemma’s house.

She sits in her car from afar until she sees Clay leave on his bike. She drives over to Gemma’s driveway and parks getting  out of her car. She walks over to the front door looking down taking a deep breath and knocks. Gemma gets the door and looks at her a bit confused, “Hey babe... Why didn’t you just come in? You okay?” Y/N looks up at Gemma half smiling, “Can we talk, please?” Gemma nods, “Yeah, come in. I’ll make some coffee.”

Y/N walks in and sits down at the kitchen table, clenching her jaw watching Gemma make coffee. “Gemma, I know that Bishop is my biological father. I know that Jax asked the Mayans to have Angel stay away from me and that everyone knew except for me. I know that my mom became an informant for the feds for the money and it got her killed. Please tell me more things about myself that I don’t know about. I’m giving you the change to be 100% honest with me and spill all the truth. No more lies and secrets.” Gemma stares down at the stove feeling a huge rock in her stomach and a lump in her throat. She turns around and walks over to the table sitting down lighting a cigarette. “Where to start...” Y/N stares at Gemma, “Start at the beginning, Gemma.”

She nods and takes a long drag, “Maria loved Bishop and he loved her right back. Since high school. They were great together, but people grow up and change. Things happen. MC things and she couldn’t take it anymore. She found out that she was pregnant with you and she wanted a better life. Not just for her, but for you. At this point your mom knew that Bishop was deep into the Mayans MC with his cousin. She had some money saved up and she left after she broke up with him. I knew some people that could help her out up north. She had a waitress job for a while that barely paid anything. A few months after she had you, she was offered an informant job for a lot of money. And she did it for 5 years. Until it got her killed.”

Gemma exhales putting the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “She had no one, but me. So I took you in, adopted you and you know the rest.” Y/N watches her, “How come you never told me about Bishop? Why didn’t you tell Bishop about me?”

Gemma looks down at the table, “I gave you a better life than he ever could have. What did he have to offer a child?” She looks up at Y/N with teary eyes. “Your mom was dead and you were my little girl. The little girl I always wanted.” Y/N swallows hard trying to hold back tears, “Who are you to have known that he couldn’t take care of me? What if he did want me? You’re so selfish!” Y/N runs out of the house getting into her car peeling out. Gemma covers her face with her hands starting to sob, feeling exhausted from keeping so many secrets and lies.

---

A week later Y/N stands on the side of a street loading the back of her SUV with some groceries. Jax sits on his motorcycle and notices her from a cross the street. He looks around and puts out his cigarette getting off of his bike. He walks over to her and clears his throat. “Hey... I haven’t seen you in so long... None of us have.. You know you really hurt Gemma. I think you’re being really unfair and ungrateful. For what? Some Mayan trash?”

She pauses and turns around and looks at him. “Get out of my life, Jax. I’ll never forgive you for what you did. What you had everyone do. For always trying to control me.” He half laughs, “Come on. Get over it. You’re making this way bigger than it is. Everything I’ve ever don’t for you is for your own good. To protect you.”

She loses her patience and yells, “It’s because you’re in love with me!” He stares at her wide eyed, “What?” She exhales, “You heard me. I’ve had time to think about it. About everything. From years and years back. You are so selfish just like Gemma. You are both willing to do whatever to get your way. Lies. Secrets. If I’m not with you then I can’t be with anyone else, right?”

He shakes his head with a nervous chuckle, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. C’mon babe, let’s talk about this more calmly. You’re agitated, relax.” He takes a couple of steps towards her and she takes a couple of steps back shaking her head. “You do what YOU want always! You won’t ever let me have a life! It needs to stop!” She takes another step back crying. Jax looks over seeing a car coming down the street driving really fast. He yells trying to grab her. “Wait! No, stop!” He’s too late to grab her and she’s hit by the car. Jax stands there breathing hard starring down wide eyed at Y/N.

[myckicade]

Prompt: Yo can I get a little AngelxReader? Pretty please? I'm a mush for pregnancy and Angel as a Daddy if that's possible? Thanks!

A/N: Hey, I had a lot of fun with this one! It’s probably definitely going to be a little series, so we can take Angel through all the stages, sooo. Shhh. ;). <3 . Really, I hope you enjoy it! We open with the spotlight on you...

Title: What It Feels Like

Teaser: Shock. This must be what shock feels like.

Part One

“Well, fuck,” you curse, staring down at the evil little stick in your hand. Two perfectly parallel lines, each one a dark, foreboding pink, stare up at you. Mocking little bastards, the both of them. The sarcastic response to the results isn’t quite what you had expected to experience, but… Well, what the hell else is there to do? Flip out, and break shit? Break down and cry? No, none of that really sounds appealing. You’re not angry. You’re not sad. Hell, you’re not even happy.

Oh, right, yeah. Shock. This must be what shock feels like.

Fuck. No, really, fuck, this isn’t in the fucking plan. Move to town, get a decent job, good car, nice house. Later, later, kids are supposed to come later, after the husband, and the picket fence, and the fucking dogs. Not now.

Okay. So, you’ve skipped right into panic. Good job.

Taking a deep breath, you blow it out through your mouth. Rinse, repeat. Rinse, repeat. Okay. Okay, you can feel your heart rate coming back down from somewhere around Mach Three, and your sense of logic seems to have joined it. That’s good. You’re going to need it.

“Okay, (y/n),” you murmur, slowly. “You need to focus, and plot your course of action. You can do this.” Of course, you can. Step by step, that’s how you’ll do it. Obviously, you need to clean up the bathroom, from the sea of foil wrappers, paper instructions, and, oh, yeah, the six other tests you took before the one you decided to take seriously. After that, a bottle of water would be a good idea. Panic is thirsty work. And, while you drink, you can take a few minutes to decide what the hell you’re going to tell Angel.

Angel. Oh, Angel is going to blow a fucking gasket.

Blowing out another breath, you rest your hips back against the edge of the sink, arms crossing over your chest. You have to tell him. You know you do. It’s not up for debate. It’s not like Angel is a bad guy. He’s a total sweetheart, always good to you, always making you laugh. But, you’ve only been dating for a few months. It’s not really what would pass for serious, between you, no talk of taking next steps. It’s fun, and getting comfortable. Truthfully, you’ve been looking forward to letting things get a little more comfortable, a little more settled.

Clearly, the Universe has Other Ideas.

You sigh, carding a hand through your hair. Well, all things considered, you have one thing moving in your favour. With you for a Mom, and Angel for a Dad, the kid is sure to be a cute one. The thought brings a small smile to your face. You try to conjure a mental picture, whose nose, whose eyes… Sure, certain pieces won’t look right, depending on boy or girl. Do you want a boy, or a girl? What would Angel want, you wonder?

If he wants one, at all.

A cold shiver creeps up your spine. It’s the other side of the coin, the harsh reality… Angel may not want to be a father. It’s understandable, and you’d hardly blame him for not jumping for joy. (It’s not like you’re doing cartwheels, either, to be fair). The question then becomes pretty obvious, of what the hell are you going to do as a single mother? Do you want to raise a child in an apartment? You’re a long way from buying that house, even if you compromise on the quality of home, or the neighbourhood you’ve had your eye on. You don’t even know what school district your current location falls into, or if it’s any damned good. And, yikes, you’re really getting ahead of yourself, here!

Shaking your head, you push off of the sink, and lean down to pick up a couple of wrappers from the floor. A small groan passes your lips, as you stand straight, once again. “Ow, damn,” you sigh, one hand moving to rub the space just above your tailbone. The shot of discomfort subsides pretty quickly, as it has done for the last several days. You toss the wrappers into the trash with your free hand, next collecting the instructions and boxes, one by one, until they have all joined the wrappers in the bin. The tests, you leave on the edge of the sink. Just in case proof is needed, you think.

Careful of the mentioned tests, you quickly wash your hands. Picking up the towel, you dry off on your way to the kitchen. Your cell phone is on the counter, right beside the refrigerator. It’s mocking you, just like those pink lines.

Jesus Christ. You roll your eyes, dropping the towel next to your phone. You’re losing it. No question about it.

You retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator, cracking it open to take a long drink. The cold liquid feels nice against your throat, which had become more dry than you had realized. Your eyes slide to your phone, again. You have to call Angel. You already agreed with yourself on it. Shaking your head, you take another long drink of water, before setting the bottle down on the counter. You snag your phone, and bring up Angel’s number in your Contacts.

“Sorry, in advance, babe,” you mumble, pressing the ‘Call’ button. Your finger hovers over the option to put the call on speaker, but you pull back at the last second, to settle the phone against your ear. This call deserves as much privacy as you can give it.

Ring.

He’s going to think you’re nuts, calling him so early. Or, he’ll think there’s an emergency. He’d just left your place, not an hour before.

Ring.

Maybe, a text would be appropriate? Not to spill all the beans in. Just a quick, “Hey, can you call me, when you have a minute, please?”. Yeah, that might work.

Ring.

Shit, he’s probably really busy. Another few rings, and it will go to voicemail. You can just leave him one of those. No emergency. No rush. Hopefully, you can keep your voice level enough to pull that off.

Ri-“Hey, you okay?” Angel’s voice startles you back to reality. His voice is quiet, tone teetering on worried.

Shit. Just what you didn’t want.

You take a slow, deep breath in. You can do this. “Hey, ah…” Not a good place to stop talking, but your brain suddenly can’t put two words together to save its last synapse.

Apparently, you’ve been quiet for a beat too long, at least. “…-(Y/n)?” Angel asks, carefully.

“Do you think you’ll be able to come over, later?” You blurt out in a rush, tipping your head back in frustration before the final word is even out of your mouth. Way to stay calm, (y/n).

“Miss me, already?” he teases, and you can picture that gorgeous grin sneaking over his face. When you don’t answer, Angel blows out a puff of air into the receiver, seemingly mulling it over. “Ah, it might be a late one? But, I should be able to.” He pauses, and you find yourself holding your own breath. “Everything okay?” he asks, again.

“Yeah. Yeah, just…” It’s now, or never. No man ever wants to hear these words, you reason with yourself, but it’s the only way to put it. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

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[skycollides]

Welcome Home

AngelxReader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: fluff-smut

Words:1.333

’’Babe you home?’’ Angel calls out after entering your shared house.

’’Babe!’’ still nothing.

’’I guess it’s just me then.’’

He decides to take a nap since he wasn’t getting much sleep while being away with the guys for the past week.

He opens the door and can’t help but smile.

There you are - sleeping on his side of the bed wearing his favorite hoodie.

He takes off his his clothes and hangs them over the chair in front of your dressing table.

Carefully not trying to wake you up he lays down next to you.

’’Angel?’’ you ask with a sleepy voice.

’’I’m here mi dulce. I’m here’’. you snuggle into his chest taking a deep breath.

’’I missed you so much’’

’’I missed you too.’’ he wraps his arms around you and kisses your head.

’’Angel?’’

’’Yes?’’

’’I need to tell you something’’

’’Can it wait? I’m really tired’’

’’No it can’t’’

’’Well I’m all ears then.’’

’’You know how I wasn’t feeling well the past couple of days? I went to the doctors office this morning. I know what is wrong with me.’’ you place your hand on his cheek and look into his eyes.

’’I know this wasn’t planned and we’ve never talked about this before… but I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.’’ silence complete silence is all you are receiving from your boyfriend.

’’If this is supposed to be a joke it’s definitely not funny’’

’’It’s not’’

’’Are you sure you’re pregnant?’’

you turn over, lean to your nightstand, open the drawer and pull out the ultrasound picture which was handed to you earlier this morning and place into his hands.

’’It can’t get more real than that’’

He stares at the picture not trusting his voice.

Tears are forming in his eyes. Although you never talked about having children Angel is happy.

After Coco introduced you to him and you started dating Angel knew you were his endgame.

So now that you’re carrying his child he is convinced that this will be the case. You are his future.

’’Are you going to say anything?’’ your voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

’’I love you mi dulce. I will love this child just as much. I’m sorry if you took my silence the wrong way I’m - I’m just overwhelmed right now. I can’t believe it.’’

Tears are streaming down your face. You are so relieved that he took the news so well.

This is all you’ve ever wanted. A family of your own with the love of your life.

’’You don’t know how nervous I was this morning when I found out. God Angel I’m so happy right now. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. I love you so so much.’’

’’Good because I wouldn’t let you do it with someone else’’ he laughs.

’’And to make sure that’s not going to happen’’ with that he gets off the bad and leaves the bedroom.

To say you are confused after that would be an understatement.

He he returns to your bedroom with a his big smile on his face.

’’Its kinda scary you know’’

’’What?’’

’’The smile on your face. What is going on?’’

’’I don’t know what you’re talking about’’

’’Yes you do’’

’’Okay maybe I do. Just listen to me darling. I’m not good with words but I’ll try for you!

When Coco set us up I was actually a bit scared I mean c’mon it’s Coco we’re talking about, he knows some crazy girls.’’ you both laugh.

’’But getting to know you and asking you to be mine was the best decision I could have made.

I never pictured my self getting married or having children but when I met you it started to change.

YOU changed me baby - for the better. Thank you for giving me a home and now a family of my own. I’m so damn thankful to have you in my life.’’ He sits down on the bed and his hand finds it’s way to your stomach.

’’And this. This is just perfect. I will forever be thankful for this gift.’’

’’Will you marry me?’’

’’For real?’’ he opened his hand and there you saw the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

’’It can’t get more real than that’’ he laughed quoting you.

’’Yes, yes Angel a thousand times yes.’’ you said while whipping away the tears that are leaving your eyes.

Angel takes the ring and places it where it belongs.

’’It is so beautiful. I Love you’’ you say while straddling him.

Before he can reply your lips are pressed to his.

’’You know’’ he says in between the kisses.

’’If you weren’t pregnant already I think I’d put a baby in you now’’

You lean back and start to smirk.

’’Well it doesn’t matter we can start practicing for the next one baby’’

’’I like the way you’re thinking’’ you take off the hoodie you’re wearing and are left in nothing but your panties. He starts to kiss your jawline moving down to your neck leaving a hickie or two.

’’Angel…’’ you moan

’’Lay down baby’’ he whispers into your neck.

You do as you’re told not wanting to waste any time.

His hands find their way to your pussy rubbing you through the material.

’’God you’re already so wet for me.

You know as much as I love to see you in these - they have to come off’’ you bite your lip holding in a moan. You know what’s going to happen now and before you can say anything he rips them in two pieces.

’’How often-’’

’’As often as I told you i don’t care and now enjoy’’ he smirks as he moves down in between your legs and stars to kiss your inner thighs.

Once he reaches your pussy there is no holding back for him.

He licks you up and down dangerously slow before inserting his tongue inside of you.

’’Fuck Angel’’

You put your hands on his head and slightly pull his hair.

He lets out a soft groan before releasing your pussy kissing your body all the way up to your lips making you taste yourself.

’’You taste so good baby’’

He pulls his boxers down not wanting to waste anymore time.

’’Turn around and get on your knees babygirl’’

You nod and do as you’re told.

Once you’re in position he takes his dick in his hand rubbing it’s tip against your entrance.

’’Please Angel - no teasing I beg you’’

’’Please what?’’

’’Please fuck me’’ you moan out.

’’Anything for my fiancee’’

He pushes himself into you letting out a moan.

’’Fuck Y/N I missed this so much baby’’

he starts to move slowly.

’’This is where I belong Y/N.God you’re just as tight as I remember’’

He grabs your hips and starts to pick up his pace.

’’Fuck harder p-please’’ you scream out.

He starts to thrust into you rougher than before and slaps your ass before pulling you up pressing your back against his chest. His left hand finds its way your clit rubbing you while whispering into your ear.

’’Who’s pussy is this Y/N? huh? Who owns it?’’

’’YOU Angel only you’’ you scream out.

He pulls out of you turning you onto your back before slamming into you again.

’’You’re such a slut for this dick baby’’ he moans out

’’I-I’m close babygirl.’’

’’m-more please god don’t stop now’’ you’re pleading

He laughs and goes as fast as he can.

The slapping of your skin echoes in the bedroom as you moan out loudly while you cum all over his cock.

Your pussy pulsing around his cock is all it takes to make him cum inside of you.

His thrusts slow down before he removes himself completely from you.

He lays down next you pulling you into his arms before kissing your lips softly.

’’Welcome home Angel’’ is all you say before closing your eyes.

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@everyhowlmarksthedead

@spookys-girl

@lovebennycolon

@angelreyesgirl​ 

@mayans-sauce​

@rebelwrites​

[starrynite7114]

What I’ve Done In 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

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I was tagged by @angelreyesgirl and @irrelevantwriter! Thank you both for the tags! 

Also, thank you to @justlikebreathing for bringing this to my attention! Sorry it took so long lol 

1. Everything is You (AngelxOC)

So, I’m a sucker for Korean dramas. They have the perfect mix of sweet, comedy, and angst (A LOT OF ANGST). Anyways, I based the main OC on the main character in the Korean Drama ‘You are my destiny’. She’s loosely based on the main character. I’m not even sure where this idea came from. I was watching the drama and I couldn’t exactly based the story on it, it didn’t feel right. So the idea came to me, what if Angel had a kid and due to his background, the orphanage where his ex dropped off their kid didn’t want to give the kid to him. Farfetched I know, but it fit the story. Anyways, he ends up marrying his childhood friend who adopted his son in order for him to keep his kid. It’s honestly been a roller coaster but it has been one of my favorite stories to write. 

2. Snapshots (AngelxReader)

I started in the Mayans fandom maybe a year and a half ago? I stopped writing for Angel cause another muse got me. But one of the first reader inserts I did with Angel was ‘Snapshots’. I’m a sucker for the best friend trope. I’ve seen a few where they promised one another that if they were still single at a certain age, they would get married. This idea just stuck to me and I started writing. I honestly just planned to write Traditions and Silent Treatment, but here we are now, almost 17 chapters in. It holds a special place in my heart cause it was my first reader insert. I wrote my first smut scene with this story as well.

3. Misconstrued (AngelxReader)

Misconstrued was a request that I definitely had so much fun writing. I’m all about creating worlds. I try my best to keep requests to just one-shots, but some times, the brain takes over and here I am, six parts in. I still have to write the last part, which is the epilogue. I honestly think I veered off the request the anon had, but I hope I was still able to deliver what they wanted. This was supposed to be about a date, which it was, but then I ended up adding other plot lines in it and honestly, the response I got for the story was so heartwarming and fun. I loved interacting with everyone and how they strongly they felt for one of the characters. 

4.  Two Weeks (MiguelxReader)

This was my first time writing for Miguel and I was absolutely excited. I was watching Two Weeks Notice, one of my favorite movies, and I thought about how it would be interesting if Miguel had this assistant who he obviously depended on, someone he trusted so much. A korean drama called ‘What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim,’ also inspired me for this. Miguel is fun to write for cause just that boss aura about him aways had me intrigued. I’m trying to write part 3 and I just can’t wait to see where I can bring this story. 

5. Roommates (AngelxReader)

@blackmissfrizzle have been talking about this idea for ages. I think when we first started talking during the end of the summer, I brought up the idea that wouldn’t it be interesting if Angel was your roommate and honestly, the idea just grew from there. I didn’t write it till later, but I’m so glad I did. This went from a roommates story to just a whole another world. When she left him hanging, trying to get even, this story is such a joy to write. Again, I love building worlds and this has to be one of my favorites. 

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Hey Your work amazing! had an angelxreader request, and she is also miguel's sister. Angelxher r together, Miguel at this point cares but isn’t worried till Angel proposes, she invites M to wedding he gives an ultimatum him or me? she chooses angel no doubt (making angel feel even more love for her cause he has never been #1). A asks if she is fine for wedding to go on, she is sad but ready. end M shows up because they are siblings. And happy ending!If you hate, please leave totally understand x

HOW. COULD. I. HATE. THIS. IDEA!?!?!!!

I'm totally in! I LOVE IT. Written down!!

[myinconnelly1]

You want to hear from us? *clears throat* DO YOU HEAR ME NOW? *pokes megafone* I LOVE ME SOME TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! That´s something my heart is melting for! *cough* maybe some angelxreader comfort fluff or stuff

Unfortunately that is something you will never get from me

I don’t tend to write the Angels romantically

As for the other, your tooth rotting fluff always comes at a price. Can’t be happy unless you were miserable.

Your good guy can only be as good as your bad guy is bad

[x-childish-x]

Welcome back! Could I request a Warren Worthington III (new timeline) x gn!reader oneshot? Basically, the reader and Warren were friends prior to Apocalypse, but when Apocalypse comes for Warren to make him into a Horsemen, instead of just giving him new wings, (Warren knows they'll grow back with time and tells Apocalypse so) Apocalypse threatens the reader. The reader then fights alongside the X-Men and saves Warren from certain death after the crash. Little in-depth, sorry.

Come Back

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x gn!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: mutant!speedster!reader, mentions to battling/violence/injuries, mentions to manipulation, fluff

Word Count: 1,126

A/N: Hello love! Thank you so much for this request, it was super interesting and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it and that it's what you were looking for. And don't apologize, I love in depth requests as much as I love vague ones! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Thank you for all the love and support!

Summary: You've spent a long time searching for you best friend, and when you see Warren fighting for Apocalypse, it becomes your mission to bring him back to you.

(gif not mine!)

"I want to give you something," Apocalypse mumbled.

Warren bristled at the intense gaze of the blue mutant. He didn't like him one bit, "I don't want anything."

Apocalypse titled his head the slightest bit as he looked over the young man's wings, "You don't want better wings? Ones that work?"

"They'll heal," Warren snaps.

"Would (y/n) heal?"

Apocalypse's question caught Warren off guard. He stumbled back a few steps at the mention of you. Warren hadn't seen you in months, too afraid to face you after the injury he took to his wings. He'd been waiting for them to heal, and then he was going to go find you. However, the last thing Warren had expected when three mutants showed up in the barn he was staying at was the mention of your name.

"What?"

Apocalypse fought off a sick smile as he watched the boy's reactions, "Assuming you continue to refuse... would your little (y/n) heal from all the ways I would torture her?"

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You knew Warren was here, and you knew he was fighting for the opposite team. You'd seen him fly into the pyramid after Kurt, and as much as you had been dying to go help both your friends, you'd gotten trapped protecting Jean. You'd bolted around, helping both Hank and Scott when they needed, trying your best to help.

It was all too quick for you, everything seeming to pass in a blur as you had sped around, helping each person you could. You had been trying relentlessly to find Warren and speak to him, but it was no use. He was nowhere to be seen. You yelped as you suddenly appeared in the jet, giving Kurt a quick thankful smile before he disappeared once more, leaving nothing more than a small bit of purple smoke.

Noticing the Professor sitting on the floor, you made quick work of helping Jean by grabbing extra rags and antiseptic for her to clean the wound. Subconsciously you grabbed onto one of the overhead grip supports, watching as you finally took off into the air.

A pit formed in the bottom of your stomach, knowing that this was where Warren had gone. You'd heard of his injury through Kurt, and despite the urge to go save him, you knew your home was at the mansion. He knew where you'd gone, and he knew that you would welcome him with open arms, yet he hid from you. Not only did he hide, but he also joined the monster who was trying to destroy the entire world with a new set of shiny, deadly wings.

A quickly growing sense of guilt was washing over you with each passing second, yet you forced yourself to suppress it. Warren had betrayed you, horribly and you would not allow yourself to feel guilty when he always knew you would support him.

Moira's scream was faint in your ears, "What the hell was that!?"

Two thuds on the roof tore you away from your thoughts as you flicked your gaze to a magenta sword piercing through the ceiling of the jet. Jean screamed for everyone to grab onto Kurt as the roof dropped. You stumbled backward, blindly reaching for Kurt when your favorite angel suddenly dropped through the hole.

The ship lurched straight downward as your heart flew into your throat, tears quickly filling your eyes at the sight of Warren. A subconscious part of you knew Kurt wouldn't be able to teleport you all, which was why the moment Warren surged forward, you let go of Kurt and bolted towards Warren.

The all too familiar 'bamf' filled your ears as you sped forward and leaped out of the plane, your arms wrapped as tightly around Warren as you could manage as you felt yourself begin to free fall. Warren seemed to finally register that you had zipped them out of the plane when his wings soared out wide, stopping your free fall. A soft cry tumbled from your lips as Warren's arms wrapped around you tightly, and he soared towards the ground. The sound of his metal wings slicing through the air was unfamiliar to you as you waited to hear the rustle of his soft feathers.

"(Y/n)!" Warren cried out, gently pulling you away from his chest to look over you, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Content with now being on the ground, you yanked back your hand and landed a swift slap to Warren's cheek, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"What?!" Warren snapped, his eyebrows furrowing as you glared at him, "W-What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're fighting for a psychopath trying to take over and destroy the entire world!" You shouted at Warren, "I don't even know why I just saved you from that stupid plane crash!"

"Just..." Warren sighed, his hands cupping your face, "He threatened you. When I told him I wouldn't join, he threatened you, I... I didn't know what to do."

You froze, looking Warren up and down as you processed his words. Apocalypse threatened you... and that's why Warren had agreed to join him? The thought made your chest constrict, your head throbbing with this new information. Your eyes flicked over his new shiny wings, surely what Apocalypse gave to Warren for joining his side. Though you resisted, you found yourself wanting to reach out and touch the metal wings, wondering if they were as soft as his old wings.

"Warren, come back with me," You blurted out. Your eyes widened at your own words, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself, "Please, join us. We can help you. You don't have to stay with him."

"(Y/n)..." Warren sighed.

Before he could continue, you'd zipped right in front of him, a glare stern on your face, "No. Don't you dare say it's too late. That's a huge lie! It's never too late."

Warren looked towards the ground, and you felt tears pricking your eyes, "Please, Warren. Please. Come back to me. Come back to us."

Warren stood frozen before you. His eyes never stayed in one spot for too long as you watched him. You could hear Peter's scream, and you fought the urge to bolt straight to him. Peter was with the team. He was safe. Your current mission was to bring Warren back to safety. After waiting for another minute, your shoulders slumped. You were prepared to lose this battle.

However, you were taken by surprise when Warren's hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, his smiling face, and felt relief flood through your body. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and nodded towards the battle.

"Let's go kick some ass."

General taglist: @nowthisisdark @techssexythighs

X-Men taglist: @madison05x

[ao3feed-btvs]

'that' club

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yeRRBV

by Aquagirl

You knew Angel a while ago but lost touch, you meet him again. ~based on the episode where Angel is forced to fight, and there are people betting, sorry i can't remember which episode it was~

Words: 1224, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Angel The Series, Angel - Fandom, BtVS - Fandom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Angel, Reader, You, Cordelia Chase

Relationships: Angelxreader, Angelxyou

Additional Tags: vampire, Oneshot, Short, episode

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yeRRBV

[myckicade]

Yo can I get a little AngelxReader? Pretty please? I'm a mush for pregnancy and Angel as a Daddy if that's possible? Thanks!

Awww, I like that. I also like 'mush'. :3 . I'm on it, honey!

[blessedboo]

HEYY can I just say this that your writing is like wow! Also I have no idea if you are taking request or not so if not never mind totally get it! My request is for angelxreader and angel coming home to tell her everything that he has found out about his mom and her just sort being there for him ez aswell because she is a good sister in law I mean if you hate the idea please please disregard Thank you though 💕

Thank you, babe! This has been done! - Hugs

[angelsxreader]

Birthday Surprises

Angel: Michael

Reader: Female

Author: Leslie

Words: 1435

Warnings: Just a little nudity but it isn’t smut so it’s pretty PG fluffy

Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re spending it with the archangel Michael, what could go wrong

 ”Michael where are we going?” You asked the angel who held his hands gently over your eyes. As the two of you walked you kept bumping into tables and bookshelves lined along the walls of your small apartment. “You just have to wait and see (Y/N). That’s the point of a surprise you know.” You groaned and he chuckled lightly to himself, apologizing every time you ran into something.

About a year ago you found Michael roaming the park telling people he was looking for his brother and asking if they had seen him. People would stop to listen to his story until he told them his brother’s name was Lucifer then hurry off as if they had never heard him in the first place. He looked so frustrated whenever people walked away so you decided you would be the one to listen to his whole story. He told you that he was the archangel Michael and that he was looking for his brother Lucifer because he had to set things straight for Heaven. At first you didn’t believe him because who would? Instead you asked him if he had a place to stay, stars were already beginning to stretch across the sky as the moon began to rise and you were worried he’d be out on the streets all night. He looked at you puzzled, as if he weren’t worried about having a place to go so you invited him to stay with you to which he was very reluctant at first. When he finally agreed to stay, you promised to help him look for his brother in the morning and he’s lived with you ever since.

 You sat down and in an instant the candles were lit. Michael sat down next to you while taking your hand in his, his fingers automatically intertwining with yours. “Make a wish (Y/N).” You closed your eyes and thought hard about what you wanted before you blew the candles out. While your eyes were still closed you felt something thick and sticky hit your nose. Upon opening your eyes you saw that it was frosting and Michael had his finger in his mouth grinning wildly. “Oh now you’re asking for it!” You picked up a hunk of cake and flung it at him but he was too fast for you to hit. Instead he appeared behind you and slathered a big glob of cake across the back of your neck. You squealed which made him laugh more and in a matter of minutes the kitchen was covered in bits of cake, icing, and broken candles. He finally slowed down and let you smother him with icing all over his neck and chest. Michael smiled and pulled you close, food coming off his shirt and sticking to yours. He wiped some of the gunk off your cheek and stuck it in your mouth. You chewed for a second and a wave of guilt overcame you. He had baked your favorite kind of cake and now it was everywhere. “Oh Michael. I’m so sorry, you must’ve worked so hard on that. I wasn’t even thinking. I feel terrible-” but he cut you off with a sweet tasting kiss. “I did work hard which is why we deserve to have some fun, no harm done. Did you like it?” You nodded, smiling up at him sweetly. “Good, because now I need help getting the icing off my wings.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you back down the hall towards the bathroom. “But what about the kitchen?” “Leave it, I’ll get it later birthday girl.”

 A few minutes later your clothes lay on the bathroom floor and the two of you were standing together under the warm water. You had your back facing him because you had never really gotten this far and you were feeling a little self-conscious about being exposed to him. There had been several occasions where you had gotten close but it never felt right to you, which Michael had always respected. His steady hand rubbing the icing off your shoulders and out of your hair calmed you though and you were glad he was taking this slow. “Okay I’ve gotten all of it off your shoulders. Want me to check if you got it all off your face?” he asked soothingly, he could tell you were a little tense. Heat rose to your cheeks and you replied shakily, “I’m not the prettiest girl you know. I mean you could do so much better. Anyone could have invited you in that night.” “Whoa whoa, what are you saying (Y/N)?” You turned around making sure to cover your chest as you looked down at your feet. “You could have anyone you want, I’m sure it isn’t me.” A finger lifted your chin gently and you found yourself looking directly in his emerald eyes. “Don’t say that. I could have left after that night, but I wanted to stay. Why would I have anyone else, when the one I want is you?” He kissed you gently and pulled your arms around his neck, wrapping his own around your waist. You pressed your body against his because it wasn’t so uncomfortable anymore, he made you feel more wanted in those few words than any lasting relationship you’d ever had. Michael pulled away first and leaned his forehead against yours, taking a deep steadying breath. “Now, when an angel shows you their wings, it’s a very sacred thing. We only show them to people we trust. I love you, I want you to see who I really am.” He said gently. He had tried to prove to you before that he really was an angel but you were always a little skeptical no matter what he did. Once he let his wings out as far as they would go in your small shower, there wasn’t a doubt left in your mind. “This vessel, it isn’t me, it’s borrowed. But this,” he gestured towards his wings, “this is the real me.” There were no words to describe their beauty, it was unlike anything you’d seen before. You reached up and stroked the delicate white wings, each feather was incredibly detailed and soft to the touch. You touched the edges closest to his shoulder, feeling what held all those feathers together twitch slightly under your fingertips. “That tickles,” he said with a smile. “Oh, sorry. Where’s the icing?” You said bringing yourself back to reality. “Right here” he moved his wings up so your hand rested on an incredibly sticky spot on his feathers. After another ten minutes of gently handing his wings, you were both icing free and your dirty clothes were thrown into the tub carelessly.

The two of you had found your way to your bed and were tangled together under the sheets with nothing in between. He ran his fingers down your arm in gentle strokes absent mindedly as he told you more stories about growing up in Heaven and you couldn’t have been happier. “So what did you wish for earlier?” he asked you as the clock quickly approached midnight. You smiled and kissed his cheek before answering. “I wished that you’d stay with me, no matter where we went. Even when we start traveling to look for Lucifer. I’m going to keep my promise to you Michael, we’ll find him.” “I’m not so sure that we need to look for him anymore, I know a couple of guys who can handle it. I think I’m happier right here.”

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MY HEART😭💕. OHMYGOSHNESS! GIRL!? AHHHHHH! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE FREAKING (I'm trying to stop from cursing😂) DOING WHEN YOU WROTE THAT PIECE!! SERIOUSLY!? LIKE, REALLY!? YOU. DID. THAT!!!!!!! THANKS FOR SUCH AN AMAZING SNAPSHOTS PIECE!!! I'M GONNA RE-READ IT AGAIN AS SOON AS THIS ASK IS POSTED! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! ANGELO? YEP, FREAKING FATE! YOU'RE JUST SO AMAZING! I CAN'T. HONESTLY, I JUST CAN'T! AHHHHHH! THANK YOU!

Looking forward to reading your up&coming fics as well (thought I'd give you a break with the CAPS). Once again, thank you💕.

I LOVE THE FUCKING CAPS!!!! GIVE ME MORE OF IT! Thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying snapshots! It’s my first series for Angelxreader and it’s my baby! I’m so glad you enjoyed! It is fate! Angelo is so good for them! Nonnie you’re too damn sweet to me!

I hope you enjoy my other posts as well! I’m so excited to share with you all! 🥰🥰🥰🥰