by the way its sunday

anonymous asked:

Could we appreciate how bitter Peter Parker would be when he saw how Team Cap treats Tony? He'd be furious! At first he would just observe, but when he saw how it really hurts Tony and how Tony seems to make himself smaller everytime they say something mean, how Tony, Mr. Stark, Iron Man, Pete's biggest hero, looks like he's about to break, Peter just can't. He says something that shuts team Cap up and then makes sure to tell Tony how much he appreciates and cares about him, every single day.

There are two things most people don’t know about Peter: 1) He’s Spiderman (though the circle of those in the know seems to grow at an alarming rate lately). 2) When you hurt someone he cares for, he is vicious. (The circle of those who realise this through personal experience is currently also growing at an alarming rate.)

It doesn’t start slow either. There’s no building up to it, because there’s nothing like offending everyone who’s worked their asses off to get you back home for the last six months in under an hour after your arrival. Seriously?

So, Peter who, as childish as it is, already isn’t very happy with those no-longer-exiled dickheads–because he’s seen just a bit of the injuries Mr. Stark had after those fights and it was already too much, and also because he’s been here, he’s seen how hard Mr. Stark worked, how much time and energy it cost him, how exhausted he always is–and he’s just not ready to put up with this shit, damn the consequences.

So he doesn’t.

The second the first passive-aggressive comment is thrown into Mr. Stark’s direction–Peter sees the way the man’s shoulder’s slump, as though the hurtful words are physically dragging him down, sees the way his face closes off–he sees red.

“Yes, well, nobody asked for your opinion, so take that clue and keep your mouth shut!” he hisses, followed by some much less pleasant words. He hits way beneath the belt and he knows it, he just doesn’t care. It’s not even about the accords or the fight in Germany that could’ve gotten him killed, it’s the entitled attitude that really gets to him. Especially since it’s directed at/against Mr. Stark.

“Spider-” Mr. Stark starts, and Peter knows that tone, knows the man wants to calm him down–and he’s still protecting his identity even with just the team around, and Peter is just so done.

“No,” he interrupts. “I don’t- We don’t have to put up with this. They’re back, yay and yippee, justice has been served, whatever. A pardon doesn’t excuse their behaviour right now. If nothing else they should at least appreciate the effort you put into getting them into this room. But since they clearly don’t, I prefer to spend my time with people I actually value, so let’s just go!”

With that he takes Mr. Stark’s hand and pulls the unresisting man out of the conference room, slams the door shut behind him because if he’s going to act his age he’s gonna own it, and into the elevator. It’s only there that he slowly pulls off the mask and spends a very long, awkward minute staring at Mr. Stark, where it seems neither of them quite know what to say.

“You probably should get home, your aunt will be worried,” is what Mr. Stark ends up saying eventually, looking as uncomfortable in his skin as Peter feels–and that’s not right at all.

“She won’t expect me home until dinner,” Peter says without thinking, “Besides I like spending time with you–in the lab. I mean, if you don’t have anything else to do. Which, it’s cool if you do, I get it. I just-”

“You like the lab?” Mr. Stark interrupts, sounding surprised.

“Of course!” Peter grins, relieved to have his panicked babbling interrupted. “It’s great, the equipment’s great and I’m learning a lot more from you than all my teacher’s together! It’s brilliant!”

And the way Mr. Stark straightens at those words is better, is great, because like this he looks as though he could take over the whole world with just his mind and a smile, already sharing an idea on how to improve the mobility of Peter’s newest suit, and this is how it’s supposed to be.

Why do we call it Good Friday? I mean, I get it, but wouldn’t Good Sunday be more sensitive, more appropriate? Sure, from our vantage point we understand what happened that day as the redefinition of goodness, Goodness personified and bleeding out in my place.

But that day it wouldn’t have felt good, and Saturday certainly wouldn’t have been any better. Days of chilling silence. We didn’t name it for how the day itself felt. We look with the lens of later - the vantage point of Sunday - and we call it good.

Makes me wonder which if my dark days (weeks, months) I’ve labeled wrong simply because I labeled them prematurely. Times when I threw in the towel right before the stone made way for redemption. Or times when I named my day rather than letting Him. Like the Garden, God still looks at what He’s made and says, “It is good”.

He names the day. If it doesn’t look good yet, your Sunday is still on its way. Because anything He starts He finishes, standing back with a smile that overcame the world and a “It is good” that is louder than a thousand oceans and brighter than all my dark Fridays.

—  kalley heiligenthal

Anton Walbrook behind the scenes of ‘The Red Shoes’, 1948.

honestly like, if you genuinely dislike every single aspect of skam so much, and have something negative to say about every single choice made on the show, why even bother watching at all?

“Could [Sauron’s] power be defied by Bombadil alone? I think not. I think that in the end, if all else is conquered, Bombadil will fall, Last as he was First; and then Night will come.” - The Fellowship of the Ring

Exaggerated a little in context, think about what a magnificent image this would be! 

Imagine the Last Battle, the Dagor Dagorath; armies lie strewn across the plains of Valinor, smoking and blackened and ruined. Melkor hurls the Sun and Moon from the sky, and into cataclysm they fall, and all that is good in Arda withers, and falls into ruin with them. And before all the ravening hordes of Mordor and Angband and Utumno combined stands only Tom Bombadil, Iarwain Ben-Adar, oldest and fatherless, with his yellow boots and blue coat and a twinkle in his eye. And with a “Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!”, watch him slay, until surely too his end must come, and Night devours the world.

Sign me up for the apocalypse movie of the century!

Wings [Part 3] || Taehyung

One Handshake

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary - Accidentally bumping shoulders with a stranger has never been more flattering for you.

You were on your way back home to your best friend and his food, blowing into your cupped hands in an attempt to warm yourself.

You thought about that stranger with the Chanel coat. He did seem very, different. You just didn’t know what kind of different. Even though Jimin and Jungkook didn’t take you seriously, you couldn’t help but feel there was something quite unusual about him. He set off a completely different aura.

Then you remembered the black haired man. He too was very captivating in his own way. If he tried, he could have girls falling in line for him. For some apparent reason, you had a gut feeling they both knew each other.

You brought your head up just at the right time, dodging away from the gate before walking into the apartment complex.

‘Hey, Y/N.’ Jin greeted you as he opened the door, giving you a light hug.

'Hey,’ You hugged him back.

'Something on your mind?’ He asked you. You debated internally on what to ask about first.

'Two things, actually,’ You said as he helped take off your coat and went into the kitchen with you behind him.

'Fire away,’ He said while setting the table. You sat down on the chair and leaned your elbow on the counter.

'Okay so first, you’re gay? Or was it another one of your infamous puns?’ You asked him incredulously, referring to the phone call that had taken place earlier that day.

'Ah, you know me so well Y/N. It, of course, was a pun. You know how in the English Language there’s a words 'gay’ that means happiness-’ He began, as he took his place opposite you.

'Oh please, Oppa, cut me some slack,’ You groaned lazily. He laughed, before asking you about the other thing you wanted to talk about.

'So yeah, there was this really hot guy in the café today..’ And you narrated the whole scenario on how you felt about him - how very different he was. As you went on, you found him even more attractive, although you had seen him just once. The end of your narration made you want to meet that man again.

Jin seemed just as interested in it as you did, and actually began thinking of certain (humorous) possibilities.

'Try talking to him, and if he has a strong Italian accent, I bet he’s Mario in disguise.’ He said with a serious face almost making you spit out your water.

'You’re no less than those two idiots.’ You muttered once you gulped down your water.

'I mean, he could just be a foreigner or something. That’s probably why you felt a change.’ Jin commented, ignoring your glare.

'Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have bothered asking you.’ You finished your food as fast as you could after that, almost choking in the process.

You were just about to walk into the kitchen to grab a snack when you heard Jin calling you from his room.

'Yeah?’ You asked as you opened his door.

'There aren’t much groceries left, so would you mind-’

'Would it matter if I said I did mind,’ You cut him off knowing the obvious answer.

'Of course not, love,’ He chuckled smugly and looked at you.

'Fine, I’ll get them.’ You said lazily and closed his door, going into your room to grab your bag.

In a few minutes, you were on your way to the store, your sling bag occasionally hitting your leg as you walked.

You muttered to yourself, thinking about completely random things or reciting some math formulas.

You entered the store and began your spree, getting all the necessities, and occasionally calling Jin to ask what else to get that at one point he made you note down the whole list onto your phone.

'Now don’t call me again, I need to study!’ He said crossly before cutting the call.

You huffed as you stuffed your phone back into your jean pocket. He could’ve been a little bit more helpful, you thought.

Once you made sure you had everything bought, you carried the packets and walked towards your apartment.

You were swinging the packets in your hands as you bobbed your head to the beats blaring through your earphones, your eyes half closed.

'Ouch!’ You had bumped into something hard, making you stumble back slightly.

The impact made you drop your packets but thankfully, the contents were still in them. You looked up to see, you had bumped shoulders with none other than the hot blond Chanel coat stranger from the Café. Your breath hitched when you noticed you hadn’t apologized to him.

'Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,’ You said, bowing to him.

'Please, don’t be, I’m just as to blame, I wasn’t looking either.’ He smiled warmly at you, involuntarily making your heat flutter.

You practically stared at him and he just smiled at you until his expression changed as though a switch had been flipped in his head.

'Ah, where are my manners; My name is Kim Taehyung. You served me the cup of Cappuccino at the café earlier today. It was just divine, as always.’ He said, extending his hand.

'My, my, very flattering, aren’t you, Mr. Kim? I’m Y/F/N.’ You said, extending your hand to meet his. You were slightly surprised at your sudden outgoing response, knowing that you were more introverted than this.

'Please, just call me Taehyung-’ He froze, making your smile falter.

'Mr. Ki- Taehyung? Are you-’

'Uh, I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be right now. I’ll see you later, Y/L/N.’ He spoke abruptly, snatching his hand away a bit too offensively, making you think about your hygiene.

Did I not wash my hands?

'Al-Alright,’ You said but he had already left, leaving your hand hanging in mid air.

'Well, he definitely isn’t Mario,’ You mused, laughing at the encounter as you replayed it in your head. He was so much more appealing in close proximity. He definitely felt like a completely different species to you; He was too perfect.

You picked up the packets that had fallen and continued on your way back. You couldn’t shake off the disappointment you felt when he had snatched his hand away but nevertheless, you looked forward to meet him again at the café.

'Kim Taehyung.’ You whispered to yourself, as a smile crept its way onto your lips.

[Part 4 on Sunday]

Unwelcome Visitor

((Blending real life with a favorite of mine right now. Enjoy!))

Approaching one am. Dark, quiet, still.
Nothing but her computer on, a faint light in the dark. Headset over her head, waiting for a call to come through. Working. But the hour will end and then her bed will call her. She smiles and yawns. She can’t wait.

“Hurry hour…I wanna sleep” she begs as she stares at the tiny numbers on her screen. 1:03. Damn. She’s got a way to wait. A slow night, difficult people; lucky its Sunday so she gets to sleep in a bit. She is happy.

Her job is an easy one, though tiring. Customer service work at home. Helping customers as they call in with various problems. Though she loves to help, some are mean. But she deals with it. Its extra money that gets her by.

1:20. The hour is going. She pops a small red grape in her mouth. Then the headset goes off. She’s receiving a call. She quickly chews so she can read her spiel and help her customer. The call will make her hour go by faster.

He lands on the balcony. Its starting to rain; the cold small drops of water hit him, melting into his clothes. Is this the right place? He tries to peek through the blinds, but can’t see much. Its dark inside. But he’s sure this is the right place. The voice in his ear confirms it.

He reaches out to pull open the sliding glass door. Hopefully he won’t have to break it. But it slides right open. Quietly. He smiles. This was becoming easier than he thought. But he pauses. There’s a voice in the darkness. A female. She’s talking very lively. He listens.

“No sir. That item is not free- its covered- sir, I’m trying to help you, but you- ok. Ok. Sorry sir. You have a good night. Yeah. Take care…”

He hears her let out a frustrated sigh.

“Damn man. That only wasted 20 minutes of my life… My luck I’ll get a call before I log off….”

Is she talking to herself? He’s quite puzzled but the rain at his back is starting to come down harder and he wants to get this over with. Slowly, he enters not wanting to tip her off that she is not alone.

She stares at her computer, bored. ‘Damn man. These customers tonight are the worst’ she thinks. Blinking, she stretches and pulls her phone off the charger. She unlocks it and starts looking through her apps. Only a little bit more time and she’ll be done.

Something makes a sound. She perks up, straining her eyes in the darkness at her living-room. The rain outside drowns out any noise. Its pouring out there.

Something just barely moves in the room. She blinks hard. Is this her eyes playing tricks on her? Or is someone in the room with her? She can’t make it out. But her gut is saying she’s not alone.

She looks at her computer. Five minutes. She only has five more minutes to go. She looks back at the darkness. Should she? Should she address the darkness? The air conditioning kicks in and she shivers.

She logs out with one minute to go. That’s the only time she takes her eyes off of the darkness in front of her. She holds her breath for some reason. Her heart is beating in her chest. Shutting her laptop, she looks back up into the darkness and someone IS there….

Taking a good look at the stranger, she gasps as she slowly rises from her seat.

“Oh my god, its you—”


He’s staring back at her. The surprise is etched all over her face. She doesn’t move, either out of fear or who knows. Her eyes don’t leave him for a second and its making him uncomfortable.

The cold air blowing from somewhere isn’t making the situation comfortable either. Its giving him goosebumps, but he pays it no notice. She’s still not moving. Why?

“Hey-” a voice cuts through his thoughts “are you there yet? Do ya see her yet?” a thick southern draw purrs through his ear.

“Affirmative” he confirms.

“Alright! So get her already”

He looks back up at her and she no longer has that shocked look on her face. Instead, she looks determined. That’s when she bolts- to her right, his left.

But he’s quicker and grabs her arm before she’s able to leave the room. He grabs her to stop her, not to hurt her.

“Let go of me!” she yells, struggling.

Fear and anger is what he sees across her face now. She tries to pull away, but he’s restraining her now. She tries to scream, but he covers his mouth. Being this close to her, his body up against hers is unsettling.

“Do not scream” he instructs in her ear. He gently removes his hand. Her hot breath falls against his palm which is hovering an inch away to keep her from screaming again.

She nods.

“Hey, c'mon you need to move yer ass! ” the annoyed voice yells through his comm. He winces from the loudness of it. She looks up at him, curious. Did she hear the voice?

“Who was that?” her voice is soft, curious. She did hear it. Her head is tilted to the side.

He clears his throat. He shouldn’t tell her. The less she knows the better. He touches the comm.

“I will be there in a minute” he responds.

“Tell me some'n…is she cute?” the voice asks, his drawl coming out thick. There’s a laugh that follows.

He cannot believe this. Really? He looks at her and catches a faint smile on her lips. He cannot believe this.

“Who is that?” she asks, pointing at his ear. But somehow, before he can answer, she already answers.

“I am cute, by the way. Can I speak to him? I can’t believe this is happ-”

She’s reaching up to snatch the comm from him. He bats her hand away. But she gets his ear and is instantly disappointed. She can’t feel the device. Thank goodness for the inner ear one…

“Ryuu ga waga te-”

He clasps his hand back over mouth again. Why is she saying this? He stares at her, but she’s smiling under his palm, her fear all but gone.

“Do not-” but he can’t finish his sentence either. His chest and arm are glowing. Her eyes grow wide. He closes his. Why is can she- what is she doing?

“C'mon you need ta -”

“I am on my way!” he growls angerly at the voice in his ear. He feels her tense under his hand. He opens his eyes and gives her a reassuring look. He pulls his hand off of her. The glow is gone.

“No more of that. We must be on our way. Lets go” he instructs her.

“But I -” she looks around her apartment. Her eyes look tired; she’s undecided. He tugs at her arm.

She looks back locking hazel eyes with his dark chocolate ones. He can tell she deciding.

“Fine. What’s your name?”

He stares at her. “What?” why would she want to know?

“Tell her.” his amused drawl comes alive in the comm. He must be enjoying this. He is not.

“Hanzo Shimada. Are you happy? Lets go” he pulls her now.

She gives him a smile that tugs at something inside him. He doesn’t like the feeling, but it seems she trusts him.

The initiative has begun and he needs to bring her back before dawn. One of the last things he hears from his comm-

“She’s a top sniper like yerself. Best to bring er in. He’ll be want'n to meet her. Hell, me too.”

And they were gone.


Forgive our Dust

Sorry about the lack of updates guys. Computer definitely started giving up the ghost over Thanksgiving break. It’s younger sexier replacement is on its way, TPG will resume this Sunday!


Just you, me, and Ike.

Things happen when you let the Universe take the wheel.

On Friday night, I was in a really bad spot. I told the Universe to take it from me. To take all of the bad stuff I was feeling and just carry it for a little, ‘cuz its way stronger than I am.

And then on Sunday, I thanked it for everything it has shown me and done for me. For everything that will come. I asked it for signs that I am going to be ok financially, as that is one of my biggest concerns.

Yesterday morning I woke up and found a dime next to my night stand (no idea where it came from. Seriously. I don’t use cash so I don’t have change.) I went to work and there was another dime in the parking lot.

At work, I got an email right before I left for the week (I’m off til next week) that I’ll be recieving a holiday bonus of a pretty decent amount. I found out that I can save $60/month if I decrease my 401k a little bit. My grandpa is giving me a check tomorrow morning to help me out and a laptop he isn’t using.

Today, I found ANOTHER dime by my bed. There was a dime in the leasing office. There was a dime in the parking lot of the place I went to dinner at. I found three dimes in a duffle bag I bouht today from Goodwill.

I think the Universe has given me signs. Things are really looking up. I’m gonna be ok.

Imagine being Jared’s side girl

The cold breeze coming from the window makes my whole body tremble as I remember how we forgot to shut it. I open my eyes for a second, noticing the weak morning sun illuminating our bodies. Jared sleeps on his side, facing me. His left hand resting under the pillow, while his right arm reaches for my body. I get closer to him, and his arm finally finds its way to rest on my waist.

The feeling of every sunday morning invades my chest, and I know Jared will wake up soon telling me he’s got to leave. I try to push the feeling away, concentrating on his face. On how peaceful he looks while asleep. His lips are partially parted, and I can’t help getting closer to rest mine on them for a second. Jared doesn’t react to my touch, and I’m glad, this way I can keep looking at him sleep.

The minutes pass and he finally starts to wake up. His grip on me tightens as he starts moving, a tired yawn escapes his mouth before resting his chin on my neck.

“Good morning” I mutter.

“Five more minutes” He whispers still sleepy.

I chuckle, with no intention of getting him out this bed any time soon.

“Sleep all you want, baby”

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t hear me. His breathing turns calm, showing me that he has fallen asleep in my arms. In the end, I fall asleep too, but not for long.

When I manage to open my eyes again, Jared is not by my side anymore. I stretch on the bed, trying to put the slumber aside. After yawning and rubbing my eyes at least a dozen times, I’m able to get up from the bed. I’m putting some clothes on when Jared appears through the bathroom door, noticing I’m already awake.

“Hey” He greets me, getting closer to hug me.

“You got dressed” I mutter.

“Oh, yes… I have to go” He pulls away from me, walking to the left side of the bed to take his things.

I don’t want him to leave. Not now, not ever. But I can’t say that. I’m the mistress. The lover. The side girl. The one he calls when he’s bored. When he fights with his girlfriend. The one who doesn’t get to keep him. The one who ends up alone.

I try to smile, walking toward him.

“Can’t you stay a while longer?” I ask him, wrapping my arms on his neck, “Just an hour”

“I can’t” He says, reaching my lips, “Kat’s waiting”

I nod, taking my arms off of him.

“Where does she think you are right now?” I ask him, sitting on my bed.

“At Shannon’s” He answers, sitting by my side.

The smile is no longer on my face, and I’m sure I look sad as hell. His hand cups my cheek, making me turn to face him.

“I’ll be back next week” He promises, just like every week.

“Why can’t you stay the week?” I ask, forgetting that I shouldn’t be asking him to stay, “At least the weekend”

“You know why”

“It doesn’t have to be like this” I mutter, “You come here every week looking sad, tired. Then, you leave happy. I make you happy. I send you happy to her arms, just so she can make you sad again”

“I don’t want to talk about this”

His hand leaves my cheek, and he’s on his feet again. I know him well enough to know that he may leave now, without finishing our conversation.

“Jared, please” I hold his hand, standing in front of him, “I never ask you this, I know my place. But please, just this time”

Jared runs his free hand on his hair, and without saying a word, the same hand cups my cheek, pulling me to his face. When his lips meet mine, I know he’s doing this to make me forget about asking him to stay. Because his lips are the one thing that can transport me to a happier place. Somewhere where is Jared and me alone. No girlfriend waiting for him.

“I love you” He whispers on my lips.

The look he gives me is unreadable. His hand manages to get off mine, and after a quick peck on my lips, he walks away from me, leaving me alone once again.

I don’t know how long I stand there, doing nothing but looking at the empty doorway. Why am I sad? It is always the same, I just have to let this go like I do every time this happens. I shrug away the feeling of pain while I walk to the bathroom, I’m in desperate need of relaxation. I lay there, letting the time pass by, my mind working on possible ways to keep Jared away from my thoughts. But nothing seems to work. I don’t want to cry, but I do it anyway. My hand goes straight to my mouth, trying to hold back all the whimpers. I knew it was going to be like this, I accepted his rules, and now I was paying the price.

I let myself cry for a couple of minutes, it is best to let all out in order to start all over again. By the time I get out of the bathtub, all the tears are gone, and I convince myself that I have to be strong. You didn’t have to fall in love, he told you that, and you did it anyways. Dumb. But he always tells me that he loves me, even though we agreed that we were going to forbid those words…

Fuck it.

I decide to get some work done, Jared needs to stay out of my mind. And that’s what I do, I sit in front of my laptop with a bag of chips and a glass of soda. My inbox is full, and I end up spending my whole afternoon answering emails.

When I’m done, I turn off my laptop, putting some music on to change my mood. I don’t even notice how I start dancing through my whole living room. Bowie is ordering me to dance, and I obey him. I know my doorbell is ringing and I could not give a damn. I keep dancing, feeling the music pull my worries aside. Benatar follows Bowie, and I keep moving at my own pace. My eyes closed, my feet following the rhythm.

The seconds pass and I feel a pair of hands grabbing my waist. My eyes open immediately, finding Jared in front of me. I can see the bags under his eyes, how injected with blood those blue pearls look.


His lips intersect mine, holding me tight. His breathing is heavy, and I can feel desperation on his lips. When he pulls away from me, resting his forehead on my shoulder, I can’t help but cross my arms around his neck.

“What happened?” I ask him, whispering in his ear.

“You were right” He answers, holding me even tighter, “You are always right”


“I told her everything” Jared says, pulling away to look me in the eyes, “She punched me, broke one of my guitars… She threaten to call everybody and tell them what a scumbag I am”

“What… What did you do?” I ask, feeling a nod on my throat.

“Nothing, I let her do whatever she wanted to do. She called my mom and Shannon, screamed at them what an awful person I am” A single tear falls from his eye, and I’m quick to stop it midway his cheek, “I told her I- I love you”

I bite my lips, not knowing what to say. Maybe that I love him too, that I spent the whole afternoon crying, thinking that I wasn’t good enough for him.

“Please tell me that you love me, make all this worth it”

“I love you” I say, leaving quick kisses all over his face, “Why do you think I was asking you to stay?”

I can see something different on his eyes as he hears the words come out of my mouth. His already shining eyes do it in a completely different way.

“I want you” I whisper, “But I can’t do this without being sure that is serious. I don’t want more games, my heart has taken enough from you, Jared”

“I promise, swear it, all that you want, baby” He mutters, reaching for my lips.

“I’m not joking, Jared. I love you too much, and I really don’t want to spend another second without you”

“I know, me neither. Just… don’t break any of my guitars” He says, letting out a smirk.

“Jesus, I’m not an asshole, you know that” I laugh, cupping his face with my hands, “You are the asshole, for keeping me waiting while you were with that monster”

“Let’s not talk about Kat now, can we just cuddle for a good couple of hours? I really need to relax”

I nod, leading him to my couch.

“All the hours that you want, just promise me that you will not come back to that…”

Jared does not let me continue as his lips make their way back to mine.

“I love you” He whispers between kisses.

  • Fans: It's the Tower of Joy! Is that Lyanna screaming? Are we finally getting confirmation that-
Mate To Three Brothers Chap. 2 Michaels day

Mate To Three Brothers
Author: @riversong-sam

Word count: 437
Parings: Reader x Michael, Reader x Lucifer, Reader x Gabriel
A/N: First time writing Michael and first multi-lovers fic so hope you like it! Feedback is always greatly appreciated. same tag rules apply 
Summary: You were made for the Archangels. It was their choice to accept you or not, there was just one problem when their father made you for them. Every rejection hurt you physically, like a burning pain inside you. It was a kink he couldn’t quite get rid of when he made you…. oops. Will knowing that affect their decision?
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@possesstiel   @totallysupernaturaloneshots  @mrssamfuckingwinchester
@thing-you-do-with-that-thing    @tiny-sam-is-my-jam
@winchester-smut    @wayward-mirage  @oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot  @abaddonwithyall
@mrswhozeewhatsis    @saxxxology   @blushingsamgirl

Over the course of the next little while, the four of you worked out a system. That way you got to spend equal time with them all. So you rotated days, like Sunday was Michaels day, Monday Lucifers, Tuesday was Gabriels and so on. For the first little while it was about getting to know one another as well, little things like favorite activities and such. Like how Michael enjoyed sunrises, or Lucifer enjoyed quiet time by a lake, or how Gabe loved his candy.
Today was Sunday, the rotation finally made its way back to the beginning, so you were with Michael. You loved when it was just the two of you, he should he wasn’t always the brooding, reserved man he appeared to be. Today he took you on a picnic because you had mentioned it some while back.
Smiling, you watch him spread out the blanket like a human would instead of using his powers. Another thing you had mentioned was you liked to do things slow not bam and it’s there, although granted you could considering you had powers just as they did. You enjoyed taking your time, something all three angels were willing to do for you.
“Come my love.” He beckons you.
You walk over and lie on the blanket as he lies next to you. You eat and talk, laughing together. When you’re done he snaps away the remnants and opens his arms for you. You curl yourself into him, and he instantly wraps his arms around you.
“Tell me again about the beginning.” Your favorite thing about spending time with Michael was that he told you stories about his childhood and the beginning of it all.
“As you wish my love.” He kisses the top of your head and begins his tale.
He’s probably told you a million times by now, but he never complains when you ask to hear it again. You loved hearing his voice, and the way he would hold you as he told it. There was just something about the way he would light up as he told you this story that made you keep asking to hear it.
By the time he finished his tale, you were all but asleep lying on top of him. So you missed the way he turned his blue eyes on you and smiled softly, kissing the top of your head and snapping the two of you to your room.        
“Sleep well my beautiful mate.” He whispered tucking you in.
The last thing you remember before completely falling asleep is him lying down beside you, pulling you to him.