#gaberiel

[alligatorpie1945]

I’ll stop babyfying characters when I’m dead.

From left to right

Gabriel, Rowena, Jack, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, and Bobby

[skeletean]

It’s that silly guy again, first one is an au!

[the-starry-artist]

well i was gonna try redesigning him but quickly realized i wouldnt make any big changes as i love him like this his name is Gaberiel

[beepingmemesauce2727]

If "Heroes" by Peter Gabriel plays during the Byler kiss, I'm gonna have to keep pausing the show for a few minutes, because it's gonna be a LOT for me emotionally

I'm gonna pause like, 5 times because I'll be bawling my fucking eyes out lol

[onmyyan]

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A/N: Mariah Carey voice* ITS TIIIIME Smut will be in part three and I hope y’all enjoy!!! 17.1 pages, 6,340 words NOT EDITED

PART TWO

TW'S: YANDERE, MURDER, YANDERE HAREM, MANIPULAION, DRUGGING, SHARED DARLING, BLOOD,SUGGESTIVE BIT TOWARDS THE END, JEALOUSLY, READER HAD A BAD CHILDHOOD, CHILD NEGLECT, KIDNAPPING IS PLANNED IN DETAIL

If someone told you a week ago that your childhood best friends were planning some huge conspiracy to kidnap you, You'd of laughed in their faces.

After all, your boys couldn't be capable of something like that.

Right?

Sure they were a little more intense than the average person, but that's just how they've always been!

Growing up as the next-door neighbor to the Delmont Family used to be something you'd take great joy in, you would thank the stars you'd gotten lucky enough to be in their presence, how insanely loving they were to you from the second you entered their lives.

The family had taken you in more times than you could remember, whenever your parents fell through- be it picking you up from school hours late or forgetting to leave food money when they left you home alone, you were forced to care for yourself way too young and it didn't go unnoticed by the Delmont's.

Caspian recalls the day he'd first seen you vividly. He was twelve years old at the time and had just gotten into a rather nasty fight with his old man, he'd sulked his way outside to his small garden bed of herbs and veggies, the tiny oasis was a birthday gift from his mother last year, anytime life got too hard for the young boy he found himself kneeling in the dirt, and it's here he spots you.

Your small form sat idly in front of the T.V., a large blanket draped over your shoulders, he was confused, it was early in the day, why were you all alone? He checked your front yard to confirm his suspensions and it only made him sadder to see your parent's car's missing from the driveway.

He watched as you numbly munched on some dry cereal, but what really caught his eye were the tears running down your chubby cheeks, his chest began to ache at the sight, you couldn't have been much older than his youngest brothers, and be it his older brother instincts or the way you looked so sad, he was soon in the kitchen, furiously gathering all he needed to bake his mama's special cookies, the treats always managed to cheer him up, so he hoped they'd do the same for you.

When his mother came down to see her oldest baking as he'd never done before, she asked what the rush was. "I think our neighbor is sad mama- she looks all alone I just thought your cookies would make her feel better." His eyebrows were furrowed in the cutest form of frustration, she mentally cooed over him, how sweet he was, before beginning to wash her hands.

"Well, we better hurry up and give em' to her then." With the two working in tandem, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet outside your door in no time, the plate of warm treats made his hands hot, but he needed to be the one to give these to you. He wanted you to know you had someone in your corner.

His mother knocked on the door, her face twisting as she realized you were truly by yourself. The small pitter-patter of bare feet came closer before the door was swung open.

"Mama's not home." Was the first thing you said as if practiced. Both Delmonts felt their heart clench at the sight of you, you had bags under your eyes, your hair was messy as if you'd done it yourself, and the crumbs from something stuck haphazardly to the sweater you had on.

"Hi Honey, my name is Carla Delmont, I live right there with my family, this is my son Caspian- say hi mijo."

The awestruck boy shook himself from his stupor and thrust the plate forward. "Hi, there! Um. I-we made these for you." You stared at him with that blank look in your eye, at his words warmth seemed to pool into your gaze, the soft gapped tooth smile you gave him had his heart hammering in his chest, gently your small hands reached out to grab it, fingers touching his for a split second, but that's all it took for a bolt to shoot up his arm.

"Thank you! I'm (Y/N), we were supposed to come over and say hi when we moved in but I think mommy forgot."

She didn't want to assume something so harsh so early, but based on the way you looked and spoke, she couldn't help the sinking feeling that said your parents weren't the greatest at caring for you.

"Well how about this, when she gets home tonight you two come over for dinner hm?" Caspian had this hopeful look on his face as if urging you to say agree.

"Sure! I um, I dunno when she's coming home but that sounds fun." Your eyes lost a bit of twinkle at the thought, the older woman leaned down to put her hand on your shoulder, "Well if you get hungry before then come over. I'll even call your mom so she doesn't get worried okay?"

And that's exactly what you did anytime your parents went MIA, they knew they could find you next door.

A few hours later the matriarch heard the smallest knock at the door. She opened it with a warmth you weren't used to, ushering you inside before you could change your mind, she could see how nervous you were.

"Gabriel! Tell your brother to set another plate, we have a guest." The tall red-haired boy seemed to perk up at the request of his mother, nodding so fast you're sure he got whiplash, he took off, not before shooting you a big toothy grin, and soon returned red-faced and out of breath.

"Hi! I'm Gabriel but you can call me Gabe- do you like dogs? We have a dog, her name is Sophie, she's a pitbull and we had to put her outside cuz she bit Father. I thought it was pretty funny but he didn't." He rambled bouncing from either foot.

"Hi, Gabe- I'm (Y/n)." Despite baby, you's poor social skills Gabe didn't skip a beat as he stuck out his hand, grabbing your own in a gentle grip "Can we go play Mama?" The older woman sighed gently brushing fly-away curls from her second oldest's face.

"Yes mijo, just don't let (Y/n) get hurt okay? You boys can be so rough I don't want a single scratch on her understand?" He suddenly looked as serious as he could, nodding sternly to his mother, "Pinkie swear." She had no idea just how long he'd keep that promise.

And just what lengths he'd go to to do so.

He led the way through their comforting home with a gentle grip, careful not to hurt your smaller hand. The second the twins caught sight of you they abandoned whatever they were doing, tripping over themselves to say hello.

The twins looked nearly identical, the only way you could tell the two apart is if you really looked at Manny, the smaller boy had the prettiest eyes you'd ever seen, when you told him this he had to pull his shirt over his face to hide the red hot blush on his cheeks.

Marcos was so excited to meet a new friend, and his age no less! He spent the whole time outside asking you questions and trying to show off, the quiet boy sitting on the porch swing gave you a simple smile, introducing himself as Ricky, "I like your hair! It's so long and pretty!" You gushed over the long locks, he turned cherry red and decided then and there he'd never cut it short.

Time flew by in the sweetest moments, and before you knew it you were about to start High school.

About a week before the mandatory orientation you and the twins were set to attend, the parental unit sat you down in their living room, it felt odd being summoned without any of the boys, it didn't occur to you until that moment that you've never been in their home without one or more of them lingering around you, so to say you felt out of place was an understatement.

The way their Father was staring you down only added to your stress, but then again you learned long ago he just looked like he wanted to murder everyone in the room, he was quite sweet to you, often treating you like the daughter he never had,

"Am I in trouble?" You asked with a nervous laugh, hands wringing themselves ragged under the table.

"Of course not Hun! We were just talking about how you spend so much time here and how you're always bouncing back and forth." Carla sat down at the table to lay her hand palm side up, her silent request was met by you giving her your own, she began rubbing calming circles into the skin, trying to pacify your unease.

The effect of your absence on the boys, no matter how short of a duration, was becoming more and more volatile. Manny had begun acting out the longer you spent out of his reach, he'd be in such a foul mood he'd start snapping at his twin, a feat that unnerved everyone in the house because if Manny was mad enough to actually raise his voice at Marcos, something was very wrong in the universe.

Anytime you were not under the watchful gaze of one of her sons they seemed to deflate, curl into themselves. The clouds hanging over each of their heads, made the whole house feel like a ticking time bomb, she wasn't a dumb woman, she knew exactly who her husband was and exactly how alike her children were.

They were all so loving and kind, most of society couldn't understand the deep, raw, brutally honest way they felt their feelings, but she could, she knew what her sons needed to keep their heads on straight.

It seemed like the most rational course of action to the older woman, the way their heavy mood would instantly dissipate whenever your presence was near, plus she adored you like one of her own.

"We want you to move in you're practically my daughter already and it just is so lovely having you home, where we know you're safe." You felt your eyes widen at the statement, a million things ran through your mind but the strongest feeling was this warmth, your eyes begin to water, opening and closing your mouth in shock at the generous offer, "Oh god- that's the nicest thing anyone's ever offered me but- I don't know how long it'll take me to get a job-" the older woman's usually soft features soured at the words, "What job? You're just a child, don't worry your pretty head about any of that. Besides you stay here so often that nothing would really change." She looked to her husband to continue.

Their father wasn't much of a talker but whenever he did speak to you it was always awkwardly pleasant. "Before you start with that crap- it's nothing and you're already family so quit the yappin' and move your shit in your room already."

Your parents put up a bit of a fight but ultimately relented, knowing you were never as happy as you were when with the Delmonts.

That decision was what truly sealed your fate.

As you grew up alongside them, their toxic behavior seemed like the norm.

As if it was normal for the brothers to be the only friends you had, Marcos isn't proud of it but he'd use his popularity to slander your name, start a rumor here and there- nothing too bad! Just enough lies to keep the general population uninterested in you, if anyone ever dared to hurt you in any way because of these actions they'd be stopped before they got the chance.

In Marco's mind, it was a flawless plan because neither he nor his twin would let anything close enough to even touch you, they never left your side, going so far as to threaten the principal into giving you all the same classes, he was happy to keep lying if it meant you only looked to them for comfort.

It seemed perfectly fine for Ricky to stop you one day and ask you to install a tracking app on your phone, "You never know what kinda' psychos you're dealing with, at least with this I'll always know where you are- just in case." He spoke so confidently and so surely, you never questioned him, Ricky was the smartest person you knew, and he was always watching your back in ways you didn't even know you needed.

Gabe had this habit where he'd hover, like a guard dog, no matter how old you got he never grew out of his habit of looming over your shoulder, ready and waiting for a threat so he could sink his teeth into it, but their grip wasn't always as tight as it was today.

Before the unanimous decision to keep you to themselves, you'd managed to get a crush on some lowlife boy in your class, he'd gotten wind of your feelings and he thought it be funny to ask you out as some kind of cruel joke when you'd inevitably found out, you'd rushed home after school, not having it in you to wait for the twins like always, you felt too embarrassed to face them. Thankfully Gabe had football practice and Caspian had his cooking club, and you knew Ricky went straight to the shop after school so you managed to sneak into the house, undetected.

That is where mama Delmont found you a good two hours later, the boys still weren't home, and she thanked god because when she caught sight of your still sobbing form, buried face first in your pillow, the silent cries soaking into the fabric.

You were all but inconsolable, weeping into her arms as she tried in vain to soothe you. Had you looked up you would have seen the fear on her face. Because she knew something awful would come of this.

It didn't take long for the tale-tell the sound of their front door slamming shut. She heard a distinct set of footsteps running towards the (h/c) haired girl's room. She quickly stood to her feet and intercepted the two troublemakers before they could enter.

"Is she here? She left before us." Manny looked frantic, wide eyes darting from the door behind his mother to his twin. "That isn't like her, sum' wrong I just know it." Marcos placed a comforting hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "What happened Ma?"

She managed to get a few words out of you that summed up the situation. "Some stupid boy hurt her feelings. I think she's feeling a little embarrassed so maybe-" before she could finish Manny's hand gently moved her aside before slinking into your room, Marcos followed after only seconds behind him.

They spent a good hour coaxing the full story from you, sandwiching your sniffling body between them in a bear hug from both sides.

After the older brothers all got home, Marcos took the initiative to fill them in, mostly because Manny refused to leave your side, and Gabe had to leave the room because he needed to hit something, bad.

He was quiet as a ghost that night at dinner, in fact, most of the boys were, as your disheartened face was all too fresh in their minds. Caspian gave Gabe a look before he went to bed, a silent conversation taking place between the two.

In the dead of night Gabe snuck out his window and took off like a bloodhound, it took little to no effort to get the kid's full name from the school's website, and he soon after found his address.

He waited in the shadows, hood pulled up, the facemask he wore concealed the snarl on his face, the baseball cap shrouding his poisonous glare.

Gabe's ruby eyes were like slits as he waited, silent and still as a statue. His all-black outfit blended him seamlessly into the darkness, he forced his trembling hands to remain by his side, feeling himself vibrate in his skin, the rage bubbling under the surface threatening to pour over and consume him, but he made himself be still.

His efforts in self-control were rewarded as the teen who'd made the fatal mistake of breaking your heart walked out his backdoor with a trash bag in hand. He dragged his feet towards the can without a care in the world. Unknowingly delivering himself to his end.

Before he could lift the lid his neck was grabbed in a vice-like grip, Gabe yanked him into the bushes, dragging the scrawny guy by his throat he finally stopped once he found something hard enough to slam him into.

The surprised yelp that left his mouth brought a small sliver of joy to Gabe.

But not nearly as much joy as it brought to knock his skull against the concrete, his hand was so big he only needed one to do it.

He'd only gone out that night with the intention of roughing him up, making him pay for your tears with his blood, but the longer he wailed on the sputtering male, the angrier he got.

"Fucking piece of shit!- you got some kinda' nerve!" He stopped his assault to bring the bloodied face closer to his own. "You fuck with her feelings like that and expect to just walk away?"

To be blessed with your love, to reject it so coldly? The venomous mix of jealousy and anger had him repeating the violent motion until the other male's face turned to unrecognizable mush.

When he made it home, after dumping the body in its own garbage can, of course, Ricky and Caspian were up waiting for him in his room.

"You do it?" The youngest of the three asked chewing his thumb, eyes flickering to and from the door as if he expected his parents to burst in, while Caspian handed Gabe a warm towel, knowing he'd come home covered in gore.

The proud smile on his face was all the reassurance Gabe needed.

"I had to." Gabe began wiping at his soaking hands, the pride in defending your honor had the adrenaline pumping. Ricky gave his older brother a small smile, nodding to himself, "Course you did big guy- c'mon get clean then meet us in the garage."

After tossing his blood-soaked garments in a bag to deal with later, he joined his brothers downstairs. They kept the lights off in order not to arouse suspicion.

"Ricky has an idea," Caspian said as soon as Gabe entered, he was leaning against his father's car, a hand toying with his bottom lip, a look of contemplation.

Ricky made a point to look across each of his siblings before starting.

"We can't let what happened today happen again." The long-haired man spoke leaning on the red workbench with his knuckles.

"She sees the best in everyone which means it falls to us to keep the scum of the world at bay."

"Look what happened when we didn't have our eye on her for one second, she still up there crying, and if we don't do somethin' now we're just as bad as the piece of shit who made her like that." He watched the way each of their faces scrunched in displeasure.

"It's gone on unspoken for years but since we all clearly care about her we need to come to an agreement, here and now."

Their silence told him to continue, "We all want her, and we can either kill each other about it or we can come to a compromise."

"What kind of compromise?" Marcos asked from his seat on the washing machine. His smirk told Ricky he knew exactly what he was talking about.

"We share. Simple."

"Agreed- I know nobody but us would love her the way she deserves, seems rational t'me." Caspian spoke up quickly, making his way to Ricky's side, clapping a supporting hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"What if I-someone gets jealous?" Manny asked toying with the fabric of his sleeves, his eyes darting from sibling to sibling. "Then we talk about it- the only way this works is if the communication is on point. You feel like someone's hoggin' her, tell us okay?" Ricky spoke softly, despite the pain in his ass Manny was on a daily, he had a soft spot for the guy.

"We gotta' make it official! Ooh, what about a blood pact!" Marcos jumped off the machine, wildly gesturing with his hands.

"You dumb fuck we already share the same blood." Ricky rolled his eyes so hard he swore he saw his brain, Gabe snickered at the jab, throwing his obnoxiously large arm over the smaller man's shoulder. "C'mon Rick, baby boy just wants to make it official- let the little weirdo do his blood thing."

From that night on, after a quick cut to each of their palms, they were sworn to you.

Ricky had made it abundantly clear they couldn't move too fast or you'd freak out, so they wait it out, slowly prepping you for the day when they can finally stop hiding their devotion.

But they're not all that good at hiding it, it slipped out in lots of little ways.

Caspian always had you eating, he made a point to make little snack bags for you before school each morning, even if he didn't go to school that day he'd made sure one of his siblings got you your treat, and he left little encouraging notes in each one. The side you didn't get to see was how he intercepted every love note and gift that wasn't from him or his brothers, ripping and tearing at the items like an animal. Only to replace them with his own. Anonymous of course.

The Twins did a pretty good job keeping everyone else away since they were around you the most, one would distract you while the other beat the shit out of anyone who even thought to cause you problems.

By the time of your 22nd birthday, you'd long since moved into your own place, a place they helped you pick out of course, not too far from each of them, Caspian made sure to install some cameras the day he helped you move in.

They'd each fallen so deep into their obsession, there was no hope for you.

But you were none the wiser.

After all, why would you expect any of them to harbor romantic feelings when you've known them nearly all your life? When they treated you like their own family?

Marcos was a lover by nature, he had a different hottie on his arm faster than you could count, it seemed like before you could ask their name he'd replace them. And this was completely on purpose.

He was so terribly afraid you'd see through him, catch on to the truly dark, ever-growing feelings, and turn tail, he made a point to discuss his late-night adventures with you always hanging off your reaction, hoping one day he'd see a flicker of jealousy in your eye, just so he had an excuse to tell you what he so desperately hid.

You have no idea he's imagining your face every time he's intimate with someone, how his dates always had some sort of echo of your being, be it (e/c) eyes or the same haircut, he sought you out in everyone.

Cas and Gabe always tried to take care of you, be it making sure you ate that day or walking on the street side of the sidewalk just in case, they'd been doing these little things for as long as you can remember, the almost possessive way they cared for you had gone on so long you no longer batted an eye when they got in one of their moods, you just assumed that brotherly instinct to provide carried over to adulthood.

You were completely unaware of the darkness in their hearts.

Ricky confided in you much like the way a husband would, he made a point to fall asleep with you whenever he got the chance, he liked to imagine you were his, enjoying the domestic way you snuggled into him, or how you always went to him to unwind from your day, it fueled his deepening obsession.

He often has you over, tucked away in his room, just having you close by relaxes him completely. Funny considering all you do is just exist in the same space and suddenly his migraine is gone and he smiles for the first time that day, you just think you're being a good friend, but to Ricky, you're giving him a space to safely bare his soul and he doesn't take this kindness lightly.

Manny is your self-proclaimed best friend, he spoke to you the most and was at your place so often he had a drawer just for his clothes. He believes the two of you are not only soulmates but twin flames.

The way you sync up is too perfect to not be a love destined for the stars!

It was one of those days where he was lounging around your place like a house cat, sprawled out on your bed, head fuzzy from being surrounded by your heavenly scent. The grin on his face only grew at the sight of your towel-clad form, you were so comfortable around him this was normal, but he never got used to being so fucking close to you like this, he could see the sporadic beads of water falling down the crevice of your chest. His throat tightened as he watched the droplet fall. His tongue flicking out over his canines, his ring-clad fingers gripped the cotton of your sheets in an attempt to calm down.

The sight had him turning to lay on his stomach, in an attempt to hide his growing hard-on, he pretended to be scrolling on his phone, eyes frantically flicking from your goddess-like form. "Sorry- didn't know you were coming over or I woulda' showered sooner, you don't mind if I get ready right?"

Manny swallowed dryly, not trusting his voice at the moment.

"Mmhm" His bright orange eyes never left your form as you shimmied your underwear on under the towel. You were talking but all the blood from his head was rushing south, so he didn't catch a word until you said,

"-date, I mean I've never been on a real one so I'm nervous ya know? I almost called Marcos up to ask for advice but he'd never let me live it down." You giggled to yourself slipping on the lace bra. Meanwhile, his mind was melting. How could you drop such a bomb on him at a time like this?! he was torn between kissing you and bursting into tears.

"W-uh, date? like with a person?" he tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel himself beginning to unravel at the seams. His hands anxiously wringing themselves in his lap. He'd sat up the second he heard the word date come out of your mouth. His shoulders tense as if he were about to pounce.

"Yeah, you know that cute guy from the cafe we go to? He wrote his number on my receipt yesterday and I dunno," You paused to brush a few stray strands away, "I just guess I thought 'god (y/n) you're a twenty-two-year-old virgin and if you keep being the hermit you are, that will never change'." you said slipping on a knit sweater, "Just feels kinda nice to be wanted you know?" You offered a shrug as you began browsing your clothes for bottoms that satisfied you, completely unaware of the total mental breakdown your bestie was having on your bed.

He made up some half-baked excuse to leave and all but ran to his car. He could hardly close the door from how blurred his vision was, hot, salty tears cascading down his face, his cheeks flushed in unfiltered frustration, You wanted to feel desired? God, he could wring Ricky's neck right now, if Manny had it his way you'd have been theirs ages ago, but nooo, Ricky said to play it cool- now look what happened, he could hardly breathe as he hit his speed dial.

"Yo-" Marcos was interrupted by the loud sob from his younger brother, he immediately brushed the person off his lap and made his way outside, face set in stone, knowing his twin he figured it could be anything that set him off.

"Ya gotta breathe little man- y'know I can't understand you when you get like this." he sighed through his nose, his index and thumb fingers gently massaging the bridge of his nose.

"SHE'S GOING ON A- A DATEEE." Now that Marcos could understand, his eyes widened as he laughed to himself in disbelief.

"No she's not." he shook his head, an empty smile on his face, as he kept waiting for the 'gotcha'

"She is! I-I was at her h-house and she," he cut himself off with another whimper, Marcos, feeling his blood pressure reach a dangerous new high forced his tone to be as calm as he could, "What even- How is that even possible? We're with her 24/7, how in the fuck-" he scoffed cutting himself off. "Look where are you? I'll come with Cas, he'll get your car while you ride back with me and tell me exactly what she said." Manny gave him a shakey 'okay' before sending his location. 

It wasn't rare for all the Delmont boys to be together in one room, in fact, they had weekly meetings just to talk about everything cute you did that week.

This was different.

The air in the room felt dark. Like all their negative emotions had festered into a poison.

Ricky had called them all to his home office since his place was the biggest.

He was the last to arrive as he'd been hard at work in his father's shop- he dropped everything the second he got Caspian's call. Gabe sat in his desk chair, he flipped a pen back and forth between his fingers, the dark look in his eye meant nothing but trouble if Ricky didn't fix this soon. The twins were huddled on the couch he'd put in just so you had somewhere comfy to be when you visited. Marcos had a lit joint between his teeth, his right leg shaking rather aggressively, he made sure to look Ricky in the eye before ashing it on his previously clean floor.

Manny wouldn't even look at him when he entered, so he knew he was pissed.

Caspian was the only one to properly greet him, but even he could see the horrid mood he hid just under the surface.

After a moment of tense silence, Ricky exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Okay I'll say it, I fucked up." his admission of guilt broke Caspian's foul mood immediately, he knew his brother well enough to know pushing you into some random nobody's arms was the very last thing he wanted. The taller man moved closer to rub Ricky's back affectionately.

"We know you were just doing what you thought was best right guys?" It was rare for Caspian to use his 'Big Brother' voice on them so they knew he was serious. Manny's glare had turned into a small pout, finally looking at his older brother.

"What now Ricky? We do everything you say no question, no matter how many times I wanted to just take her in my arms and hold her the way she deserves- you said not yet." He pointed his finger at the older man, "Well now she's on a date with some fuckin' loser and she has no idea how we feel." Manny had stood during his rant, beginning to pace the room, his hands on his hips. "I know bud, look I thought we'd scare her off but clearly I was wrong." He flicked his tongue against his cheek. 

Ricky made his way to his desk, not so gently pushing Gabe and the chair he occupied out of the way. After a few moments under the watchful eye of his kin, he flipped the computer monitor around.

Gabe scooted back over with a sour look on his face, clearly not pleased with his previous removal, his face twisted into pure confusion at the content on the screen.

"You bought a house? This is in the middle of nowhere."

"Exactly." Ricky crossed his arms, anxiously chewing his thumb as the four of them crowded around the desk.

"Is this-" Marcos gaped at the images, his mind running a mile a minute as he realized what it meant.

"Home. Like the forever home ." Ricky then pulled out a manila folder from the drawer to his right. He flipped it open, his heart pounding, as he set it before them. Inside was all the detailed information he'd been collecting over the years, ever the perfectionist he knew he had to pick a place perfect for all of you.

"I've been looking at the land for years, the property is close to a small town but deep enough in the woods that we won't have to worry about strangers. There's a Gym in the basement-" He was cut off by Manny throwing his arms around his shoulders. 

"It's so perfect! She loves the forest oh my god she's gonna be so excited! When can we go?- Wait How are we gonna get her to go if she's too busy dating that asshole?" The speed at which his emotions flipped could be scary, but they wouldn't have him any other way, Ricky awkwardly returned the hug with a few pats on his back.

"Don't worry, I have an idea for that too," He turned to face the hulking blue-haired man still in his seat, Gabe pointed at his chest with his thumb, a goofy smile on his face, "Moi? What can I do for ya squirt?" Ricky ignored the nickname, "You gotta get rid of that guy before she goes on the date, I don't care how you do it, just make sure he doesn't show up." Gabe stood up so fast the chair shot backward, he put two fingers to his forehead and gave them all a wolfish grin. "One dead son'ofa'bitch coming right up."

The long-haired man then turned to his oldest brother, handing him a pair of keys from the same drawer he pulled the file from. "Cas I need you to stock up on about two weeks worth of food and anything else you think we'll need, she's gonna need an adjustment period so we gotta be prepared not to leave for a while." Caspian took the keys with a smile, affectionately rubbing the twin's heads as he all but ran to his car. "Oh! I'll get started on dinner soon as I get there-" The gentle giant trailed off now talking to himself.

"Okay, you two probably got the most important jobs, think you can handle it?"

Both men nodded their heads simultaneously, each looking like a puppy about to get a treat, which in a way, was exactly what they were.

"When that dickhead inevitably stands her up tonight I need you two to be there for her, order some comfort food, and when I text you the signal, give her these." He handed them a small bag of pills. "Gotta make sure she eats or drinks at least two of em', she should be out like a light in no time and when that happens, Marcos will pack everything on this list." Ricky handed him the paper with a stern look, "No extra, just what's on here got it?"

"I'm not gonna steal her panties or somethin'- I'm not Gabe." The older twin scoffed taking the list with a pout. "Considering we're trying to make it look like a voluntary vacation, we can't take any risks okay?" The older twin nodded, happy to be given the task around you.

Before the two buzzing men left for their tasks, the oldest one turned to Ricky with an evil little smirk, "What'r yooou gonna do while we're out doing all the leg work hm?" 

"Somebody's gotta make the world believe she's going, I'm just gonna go on all her socials and leave a long enough trail of evidence that if anyone does come sniffing around, it looks like she's been planning to leave for a while." He shrugged as if it was normal making Marcos laugh so hard he had to lean against the door frame. 

"What an evil genius."

[peonierose]

Bite Me

Book: Immortal Desires

Characters involved: Gabriel Adalhard; Cas Harlow

Words: 1570

TW: anxiety, vampires, blood-drinking

A/N: Happens a bit after book 1 of ID ended.

Gabe

I leaned against a tree in the woods.

It’s late I can tell as the sun won’t be up for hours. Ever since I became a vampire I got more sensitive to the sun. Not just because I was more exhausted but because my internal clock was telling me when the sun rose and when the sun sunk. I became pretty attuned to it. 

I let out a breath, as the crisp autumn air gives me some relief from my hunger pains. 

I haven’t fed in weeks and I refuse to do so. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. Seeing my eyes turn molten silver, and my fangs protruding from my gums. I try to force it away because it always reminds me what I am and what my grandmother Sara almost turned into. I’m glad she’s not here to see me like this. 

What would she think of me? Would she be disgusted? Devastated? I don’t know and I can’t ask her anymore. 

I felt around and let the rough bark of the tree, and the dank moss ground me like nothing else can. Except for Naya. She grounds me pretty well, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her right now. 

”So this is where the golden boy has run off to. Interesting hiding place. Not as lux as I would have pegged you for.“

Of all the people to turn up…why Cas? 

I mean how did he even find me? And why was he even looking for me in the first place? 

”I followed the stench of misery. You should think of showering a bit more, you know?“ Cas said and I didn’t even have a response, to be honest. 

I sighed as my eyes remained closed and I tried to shut out any noise, with vampire hearing that’s almost impossible, but I still wanted to try and block out anything, Cas‘s voice included. I like him on good days and tolerate him on bad days, but right now I just needed five minutes to myself. 

”I’m not hiding. I’m trying to relax, so what do you want?“ I said, too tired to have a confrontation. Whether it’s a verbal or physical one.

I heard some rustling and I opened my eyes, only for Cas to throw me a blood bag which I caught with my left hand. 

”Thought you could use a drink. Since you can’t think for yourself. Others have to do it for you. It’s pathetic but someone’s gotta do it.“ 

I put the blood bag next to me on the ground and didn’t tear into the blood bag immediately.

”You’re welcome, Adalhard.“ Cas says, his expression didn’t give away anything. I always found it hard to read him. 

When I didn‘t say anything for a while Cas rolled his eyes that glowed silver in the dim moonlight. 

”Next time get your own food.“ Before he can walk away I threw back a question I’ve been meaning to ask him ever since showed up.

”Why do you even care? You never liked me. So why are you being all friendly and shit?“ 

He didn’t turn around but turned his head slightly so that I’m seeing him in profile. 

”Because for some reason you’re being stupid and putting us all at risk by not feeding regularly. I think last time when you almost made mincemeat out of Naya gave you enough of a scare didn’t it? So this time around? Do the right thing.“ 

Before I can mouth anything he continued.

”Remember back at the caverns? What Naya said? How she doesn’t want to lose you because your morals got in the way of your health? How she won’t let you be that foolish? Remember that little speech?“ 

I scoffed as Cas’s words. Not wanting to remember that moment, but getting overwhelmed by memories of the past.

”Oh I see this is because you want to keep Naya safe. You don’t need to. I have it under control.“ I balled my fist not wanting to swing out and hit him. 

He now fully turned around. His eyes glinted silver in the moonlight as his fangs were on full display. 

”Oh I can see how under control you have it. Sitting under a tree in the middle of the night feeling sorry for yourself. Wow, good job Adalhard. You deserve a medal for that. Will bronze do? Or do you strive for gold?“ 

I breathed through my nose not wanting to take the bait. He was goading me and he has always been good at pushing my buttons. 

”I guess I owe you thanks. So thank you seriously.“ I say before I return to sitting under the tree. Watching the moonlight cast shadows. 

”You know what? Be a dick if you want. But if you don’t have your blood lust or lack thereof under control, how do you suppose you’re going to help Naya navigate through it, huh?“ 

He was hitting very close to home. And he knew it. 

”What do you want me to say? Oh, I’m sorry I don’t want to drink blood but that’s my life now? Welcome to the party of people who hate being a vampire?“ 

Cas sighed.

”I get that you didn’t choose this life. But try and see it from Naya’s point of view. She’s scared because she has to lie to her mom and her friends about being a vampire. She has to choose a coven. She’s scared of overdoing it with the blood-drinking. How do you think she feels? She knows your adversity to blood and she still chose you. Sometimes I wonder���“ He doesn’t finish his sentence. 

”Oh so that’s how it is. You’re trying to kick me out of the way so she trusts only you and your ways. Maybe even choosing the Venandis. Was this your plan all along?“

And then I went in for the kill.

”Sounds to me like you’re still in love with her.“ 

Cas kicked a stone out of the way and stared me down. 

”Of course I love her. But she chose you and I have to respect that. It’s a crappy choice but it was hers to make. But I’ll be damned if I won’t help her out as a friend, because clearly you don’t have yourself under control.“

I chuckled against all odds. 

”Oh I’m happy to amuse you Adalhard. Glad I could be of service.“

I looked up at Cas and for a flicker of a moment I saw a raw vulnerability in Cas’s silver gaze but when I blinked it was gone. As if it was never there. And as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. I am putting everyone at risk by not feeding regularly. 

”You’re right. I’m sorry. I just…it’s hard for me. I sometimes wish I was a normal human being. But I guess I have to live with what I’ve got now and make the best of it.“ This conversation has gotten way deeper than I anticipated.

”Please leave that sappy stuff for Naya. I don’t get paid enough to listen to it.“

”You don’t get paid at all.“ I countered.

He grinned and his fangs glistened. 

”Exactly.“ 

I looked up to the stars and pondered what Cas just said mere seconds ago. About Naya and her transformation. 

But before I can help Naya with her feedings, I need to get my house in order first before I can even attempt to help her. I’m glad Cas is here, as much as he’s a pain in my ass, but he’s here when he could turn a blind eye to my problems, he still decided to reach out and help me, and I have to respect that. I guess he’s alright. For a Venandi. 

As complicated as his feelings might be for Naya, he put his pride aside and brought me a blood bag to help me. And that takes a lot of guts.

A small smile curved around my lips.

”You’re alright Harlow.“ I said as I drained the blood bag within seconds. Feeling grateful he’s here. 

He physically shuddered. 

”Not so loud. I have a reputation to uphold.“ 

”It’s just you, me, and the wild animals in the woods right now. But the animals might hear you speak negatively about them and declare you enemy number one.“ 

I grinned and my fangs glistened. After I’ve inhaled the blood bag my fangs retracted and my eyes returned to their normal shade of maroon brown.

”Pfft. I’m not scared of some small animal.“ 

”What about Snow? I heard Snow is the boss around your place.“ I’m referring to Cas‘ cat, whose name is Snow. 

”Where did you hear about that? Nobody knows about my cat. How in three hells did you hear about it? And who else knows?“ He asked, his voice dipped lower. 

”I have my ways.“ I said vaguely and continue ”I might’ve told Naya about it.“ I grinned. 

Cas rubbed a hand over his face and groaned.

”Don’t repeat this to anyone and I won’t share how you need a nightlight on at all times.“ 

Now I’m speechless. 

”How…?“

Now it’s Cas‘s turn to grin.

”I have my ways.“ He repeated my words and we both shared a small smile and just let the night air and sounds of the forest surround us. 

Having Cas as company feels good. It just feels good to have a friend. Someone who understands you. Someone who won’t judge you, who will just sit in compatible silence and enjoy the time we have and maybe even become close friends. 

[flame-writer]

What we straining at …Bub

The immediate wolverine Family Logan Howlet Laura Kinny/Howlet Gabrielle Kinney/Howlet we don’t get lot of the family of 3 so here is some I like the idea that HoneyBadger ( Gabrielle Kinney ) is one of the few logan/Laura Clones that actually has a child hood so is never on edge and just happy to be around her Dad and big sis

Would love to see your comments

[distressedwalnut]

Art of the kids :]]

[haseulmaid]

They have way too much enemies-to-lovers kind of tension. If there was a movie they would definitely be together

[knockknockitsnickels]

[skeletean]

anyway heres wonderwa-

(consistent art style who)

[artbykays]

Things I love about Miguel O’Hara and find funny about his comics. Spoilers for his comic in the 90s and a few from ACTSV

- This man cares so much for Lyla. While everyone sees her as just AI, he actually like talks to her as a person. There’s a scene where I think her code starts to break but he asks her to form an opinion. And she tells him she can’t cause she’s not human. Yet he tells her “you can do it, that’s it…” like 😭😭😭 (meaning if you like Miguel, you’d have a praise kink)

- mans also didn’t know where poor people lived in his world…in his comics if you didn’t have a job or made a shit ton of money, you lived “downtown” aka the ground. It made me sigh cause that means he had that rich boy awakening moment when he fell down to the ground.

- loves Gabriel sm. Growing up he was that big brother that held Gabe when their folks fought. He didn’t care that they are only half brothers. 😭 Gabe said that Miguel used to cuddle him when their parents fought when they slept so he could keep him calm🥺🥺

- MANS HAS A POTTY MOUTH BABFBDHS Every volume he’s swearing and it’s funny cause I’m comics they really couldn’t so when he says “I’m cleaning up your shocking mess” in the movie it made me snicker. Shock = Fuck.

- Miguel looooves Dana (Ik he cheats later but I haven’t seen why) but he’s so in love with her it makes me sappy. There’s a scene where he has to save Dana and Tyler (I think) from Omega and says he will trade for Dana and Omega can keep Tyler. Ik it’s cause Tyler is the one that turns on Miguel, but as Spider-Man you think you would bargain for both hostages, no he wants his fiancé back in one piece.

- had his dramatic identity crisis novela style in the rain. Why is it always in the rain.

- he journals!! Well more like makes recordings with Lyla. She turns into like a lil reporter with glasses as he speaks and talks him through feelings🥺 again their relationship makes me sad that she’s only AI cause honestly…he needs a Lyla. (I don’t like Dana…SHE FUCKING UGHHH she has history with Gabe)

But yeah. Also the humor that he has, it’s that Spider-Man humor in fights but he’s more sarcastic/flat with it. Like our other spider people who laugh and have that upbeat tone, mans does not. Plus he was hella nervous on his first villain chases literally went “I need to say something cool” and mans said “hi…that was not cool”

[nerdynanny]

@dnangelic said: ?????

"Do you mind? I'm trying to do evil over here, child."

[onmyyan]

Yandere Gabe nsfw 😳💕

A/N: I don't smoke cigarettes but I feel like I needed one after writing this lmao hope you enjoy!! NOT EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE,SMUT, READER HAS A COOCHIE, ORAL(F RECEIVING), DADDY KINK, BREEDING KINK(WRAP UR WILLYS IRL) CURSING

You don't remember exactly how you'd ended up with your legs spread as wide as they could go, but there you were panting like an animal in heat because the man between your thighs didn't know when to quit.

You think you'd made some off handed comment about being stressed? It was hard to remember with your pussy being devoured the way it was.

Your mind began to fuzz over with the insane amount of pleasure you were experiencing, he ate you like a beast, sloppy and messy and almost mean. You'd cum twice already just on his mouth and he gave no signs of slowing down. Incoherent whines of his name pulled a shiver inducing chuckle from him.

"I know baby," he spoke between licks, "-you're doing so good f'me." He had you on the edge of the bed, knees over his shoulders, he used his grip on your ass to pull you even deeper against his hot tongue. "Mmm, my girl tastes so fuckin' good- I don't know if I can stop." He sighed happily against your soaked core, your arousal dripped a mess down his chin but he hardly noticed, far to focused on pulling another wail of his name from your swollen lips, the still functioning part of your brain wondered who was enjoying this more, but the tell-tale sign of your end approaching quickly shut that part down, all you could do was brace yourself against his Egyptian cotton sheets and cry out for him, the rollercoaster of pressure caused tears to bead at your lower lash line, your fingers went from nearly tearing holes in the sheets to aimlessly pulling at his blue strands in an attempt to run from the feeling, yet you also grinded that much harder, like your body didn't know what sensation to listen to, he made the choice for you, licking a firm line from your twitching hole up to your bud, wrapping his plush lips around your clit, he made sure to look you in the eye before he sucked so hard your vision went black.

The intensity had you letting out the sweetest mewl He'd ever heard, your thighs shaking as he worked you through it, "There we go- c'mom sweetie gimmie' one more." His wicked smile gleamed down at your spent form, a thick finger gently teased your messy cunt until he curled it upward, the motion only extending the orgasm.

He coo'd up at your panting form, loving how fucked out you looked just from some foreplay, he stood to lean over you and kiss what little breath you had away, moaning into your mouth as he felt you gently massage his tongue with your own, tasting yourself, the sight making his cock jump. He pulled away, kneeling before you in all in glory and trailed a hand down his statuesque body, you eyed him with just as much hunger as his own gaze.

"You still want me to fuck you baby? Think you can take it?" He asked almost cocky, head tilted to the side as he watched the fire return to your eye. "I know I can take it-" the words died on your tongue as he moved his hand to hold his dickprint through the low hanging gray sweats he had on, even through the fabric you could see he was big, thick too, precum had left a dark stain where you assumed the tip was. Swallowing dryly you nodded, the nervous buzz at his size was far outweighed by your excitement.

You moved to sit on your knees, since he was standing this put you at eye level with the monster he was working with. Your nails danced up his body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, he shuddered at the sensation, a whine nearly left his throat when you began playing with his happy trail. "Shit- you're gonna make me bust without touching it." He laughed out taking your hands in his much larger ones.

"I gotta to fuck you princess." He smiled down as you began to paw at his remaining clothes. "Then do it." You finally managed to speak again, pressing a few kisses up his happy trail until you met his lips. He nearly fell from how fast he took off his pants, the two of you shared an mix of kisses and giggles as he laid you down.

Butterflies danced wildly in your tummy as he hovered above you placing his lips on every inch of skin he could, he leaned over on both hands, his chain tickled you as he moved to sit on his knees. "Tell me if it's too much okay baby girl?" He waited until your nod to take his hand and grab his twitching dick, he slid the hot tip against your folds, teasingly tapping it against your clit just to see you twitch. After making sure he was good and lubed up, he began to gently but firmly push his way inside.

The hiss he made as he inched his way in had you soaking the sheets even more, his eyes fluttered closed as the head slowly popped in. "Oh my fucking-oh fuck okay- shit gimme a sec- god damn I almost came." He laughed breathlessly before it turned into a long moan, he couldn't help but rock his hips, small circles had him going deeper and deeper with every thrust.

You'd taken to digging your nails into the muscle of his toned back as hard as you could in an effort not to wake the neighbor's. "You're so big- mmmh fuck oh, oh god." You whined out throwing your head into his neck at the burning stretch, it felt too fucking good, he was reaching places even you didn't know you were sensitive.

"Bite me." He huffed out, not asking but telling and you instantly complied, a good thing since he took the chance to pull nearly all the way out before slamming home. His groan was downright salacious, your wails muffled by his skin, you bit down so hard you'd leave a bruise but this only egged him on. He whined praises in your ear as he set an unforgiving pace, the loud, sloppy sounds were like a symphony to him. His grunts and growls barely drowned out by the lewd noises coming from your pretty pussy.

He chanted your name like a prayer as he bullied his cock into you, the vice like grip you had on him had his mind going blank, he couldn't get enough of that electrifying feeling he got as he continuously pounded into your sex. He suddenly sat up, using your hips as handles he began pulling you to meet his harsh thrusts.

He loved how you cried for him, how you begged, the pretty way your face twisted when he hit that particular spot. He knew then and there he'd never get enough of being so close to you. And that he'd be the only person to ever see this side of you again.

He trailed his hand up your soft stomach, fingers spread wide to firmly press against the bump in your lower tummy. "Feel me right here? This is where I belong." He didn't stop until he felt you gush around him, the breathy moans he let out had you twitching. He pulled out of you with a hiss, you whined at the lack of contact making him grin, "Don't worry baby- I just wanna try somethin' kay?" He pressed a sweet kiss to you cheek before sitting against the headboard and patting his muscular thighs.

"C'mon, i'ma get so deep like this watch." He sounded so giddy as he helped your shaking figure into his lap. You both watched in amazement as you sat down, both in awe at how such a big thing could disappear, you couldn't help but cry at the stretch, he wasn't joking you felt him in your throat, he began panting like a dog as you slowly rocked your core against his.

Big strong hands gripped at your hips so hard there was no doubt you'd have finger shaped bruises tomorrow but you'd wear them with pride. It took every ounce of self control not to immediately fuck up into you, he groaned out all sorts of curses in Spanish in an attempt to keep his cool, a task that seemed impossible with the sweet little whines and broken moans of his name coming from your mouth.

You tried to match his pace from before but the way he was blowing your back out left you with little energy. He'd coo at the visible frustration on your face, the way you tried to keep a steady pace but clearly got tired had him blushing, god he loved that expression on you, your eyes were lidded, your skin was hot, you looked as if you were meant to be there, bouncing on his cock in that hypnotic rhythm, one of your hands pressed against his abdomen to keep balance the other held the back of his neck in a vice, "Nnng-fuck, atta girl, keep going you can do it." He'd encourage through his choppy moans, the sinful grin he sported only spurred you on. He had to fight the primal urge to flip you on your stomach and just ruin you.

"Please baby- s'too much." You whined at the burn in your thighs, the gut punch that was his dick felt soo good but he loved making you work for it, you'd only been on top for a few minutes but already the need for pleasure outweighed anything else at the moment, you couldn't help but slow your bounce to grind, he was so deep it knocked the breath from you with every roll of your hips.

"You need some help baby? Better ask me right." His hands gently pushed you back until he slipped out of you completely, the sticky reddened tip slapping just under your bellybutton.

The sight sending a jolt up your back, how on earth was that just in you? The mess you two were making left a puddle beneath you both and the image made his eyes darken.

"Please Daddy? Y'feel too good." Your breathy pleading was met with a bruising kiss, his hot tongue slipping between your lips. "That's my girl." His pupils were blown out as he pressed his mouth against your chest in a sloppy trail of kisses.

He worked his way up to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, placing his lips there gently before sinking his teeth into the flesh, when he was satisfied with his mark he took your earlobe between his teeth enjoying the sweet whines it pulled from you.

That be all the warning you'd get before he'd flipped you on your tummy, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze with both hands, and waste no time plunging back inside your warmth.

He wouldn't hide his moans, guttural sounds coming from deep in his chest, the hand not gripping the fat of your ass would gently take your fingers in his own, he sucked dark marks into the nape of your neck, making sure to lick at you ear in the way that had your pussy gushing.

The pace he set was unrelenting, the constant knock from the headboard hitting the wall spurred him to pound into you even harder. He turned your sweaty face to the side, brushing the hair from you eye with a tender look, the sweet kiss would immediately turn hot as he sucked your tongue pulling away with a pop, the lewd expression he stared down at you with had you clenching around him. "You feel so fuckin' good-squeezing me so tight. Fuck, god damn it your gonna' make me lose my mind."

The room was thick with the heavy scent of sex, both of your moans bouncing around paired with the constant buzz of pleasure had that coil in your tummy tight, sweat drenched and panting, he smiled into the kiss he gave you. "You close Mi Amor? I can feel you twitchin' round me." He felt his breath pick up, groaning against your lips, "Mmh-fuck gonna let Daddy fill you baby? Gonna let me fuck you full?" Unable to speak you babbled out what you hoped was yes, nodding your head to the best of your ability, your mind under the most wonderful blissed out haze. His nose scrunched at the adorable display, he loved how sweet you could be despite he the way he was bullying his dick inside you.

"Open your eyes- wanna look at you when I make you cum." He cut himself off with a groan, his balls tightened at the way you greedily sucked him in, and like the good girl you were your eyes snapped open, he growled out his praises as he pressed his forehead against your own, your nails left streaks of red down his back and he could feel himself get that much closer, it wasn't until your last broken wail of his name did he let himself be swept away, the way your pussy clamped down around him as you came for the umpteenth time that night had his hips stuttering, he pressed into you as deep as he could, his eyes rolled back as he let himself fill you, each spurt of his hot cum had him shivering.

He all but collapses atop you, making sure not to crush you under his weight, he remains inside, way too sensitive to attempt moving, plus he loved how warm you felt. Your hands began playing with his short cyan locks, pulling the cutest pleased hum from him, after a few moments of blissed out silence he regained enough energy to lift his hand for a high five.

You gave him one, naturally, and he caught your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"We're kinda fucking amazing at that- hoooly shit." He giggled out, still out of breath, the bear of a man stared up at you from his spot between your legs looking far less feral than he did mere moments ago, you returned his blissful grin and kissed his fingers.

"We kinda are."

[always-gradience]

[russelross68]

dumbass deltarune oc/idea

Since there might be a trend of speech quirks throughout the bosses

Anjle's might be for a word at the end of it's sentence to be spelled backwards

Or

It's might be to refer to people in pronoun form as it and instead of saying gendered names like girl or boy.. It'll just use thing instead leading into it not believing in gender

Anyways, that's all for now.