especially when he was like i got my wings!

Gally x Reader ~ Halo

Originally posted by elisaonwilde

Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby, they’re tumbling down
And they didn’t even put up a fight
They didn’t even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

“It’s a girl!”, Newt exclaims confused and shocked at the same time. Within one second the boys come closer to the Box to catch a glimpse at you. The way you lying unconscious there on the metal ground touches Gally - the usually tough guy. You look a little bit like a fallen angel without wings.
“I get her out”, he hears himself saying, while he jumps into the Box. The Keeper of the Builders wouldn’t let one of the boys in your near. Especially when they are looking at you like a piece of meat. Carefully he picks you up bridal style. Gally never gets attached to someone, because he could lose them every day. The Glade and the Maze are dangerous places. But you are an exception and he doesn’t even know why. The Builder gives you a silent promise. He would protect you at all costs.
“Hi…”, Gally looks at you surprised that you are actually looking at him. A weak smile appears on your lips. It so bright and friendly. Not a single trace of fear on your face. “Hey”, he replies returning your smile. That’s the moment the Keeper of the Builders realizes that you are something special.
“Am I dead?”, you can’t remember anything from your life - just your name. That’s actually what he wanted to ask. Gally is the one who’s carrying a beautiful girl in his arms. It feels like heaven to him. “No … my angel”, he doesn’t like to show his soft side, but he couldn’t help himself in your near. It’s like something - No, someone is changing him.

It’s like I’ve been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin’
It’s the risk that I’m takin’
I ain’t never gonna shut you out

“Hey, Captain Gally!”, you greet your friend laughing about the silly nickname he gave himself. Gally turns around always with a smile on his lips when you are around. “What’s up, my angel?”, the nickname got stuck in his head since your first day in the Glade. Some of the boys teased him awhile, but he had some good arguments to stop them.
He’s wondering why you are not working on your building. You are not quite sure how you should say it so you just held out your hand with his hammer. “I borrowed one of your tools. I swear I wanted to ask you, but couldn’t find anywhere. Are you mad at me now?”, you add to your gesture.
The other Gladers told you about his rules. Actually you didn’t want to break one of them. A brief moment Gally looks at you emotionless, then his typical “(Y/N)”-smile comes back. “No, I can’t be mad at you. It’s okay, just ask the next time”, he grabs the hammer from your hand. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Okay, I promise I won’t break your rules again”, you wink at him smiling, before you leave him alone again.
Gally looks at the tool in his hand, while he shakes his head slowly, “You did it already, my angel.” You wake something what he tried to bury deep in his heart. Feelings… He couldn’t think about a life without you anymore. That’s the risk he’s taking only for you. The only person who can break his shell and see his real face.

Everywhere I’m looking now
I’m surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you’re my saving grace
You’re everything I need and more
It’s written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won’t fade away

The slight smile on Gally’s lips won’t fade away. Especially when he’s watching you how you help the other Builders. It was the best decision from Alby to give you this job. It’s like you leaving a touch of yourself on everything you are building. Those aren’t just things made out of wood. They are representing your personality in each way. The Keeper of the Builders are surrounded by your presence even if you are not by his side. It’s not a simple job for you. It’s passion.
“You are so damn creepy, Gally”, someone snaps him out of his thoughts. Newt is standing right next to him. He seems to be fascinated and shocked at the same time. “Why? Because I’m smiling?”, he replies friendly. Since you are in the Glade his rough tone almost disappears completely. The Second in Command nods in agreement, “Yes, because you never did it before. I probably upset you, but (Y/N) changes you. She is something like a saving grace for you, right?”
Gally doesn’t want to admit it in front of the other boys, but Newt is totally right. Everything makes sense when you are with him. He doesn’t really care what’s happening as long as you are by his side. Newt doesn’t need an answer, because he can already see everything in his eyes.
“(Y/N) is a real angel. Keep an eye on her”, the Second in Command leaves him alone. That’s his secret job. Gally wouldn’t let happen that your halo fades away. You are an angel. You are his angel saving him from being alone and sad.

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You’re the only one that I want
Think I’m addicted to your light
I swore I’d never fall again
But this don’t even feel like falling
Gravity can’t forget
To pull me back to the ground again

“Gally?”, you make your way towards the boy who’s sitting on a log all alone in the Deadheads. Even if your sweet voice doubles his heartbeat he doesn’t turn his head to look at you. Softly you put your hand on his shoulder to show him that he isn’t alone with his feelings.
A sigh escapes his mouth, while he puts his hand over yours. It feels really good to know you don’t avoid him after everything that happened. “It’s not your fault. You know that, right?”, you remind him almost every day. The Keeper of the Builders blames himself for not keeping you safe and sound. He promised this himself on your first day in the Glade.
“Ben attacked you. I was almost too slow to save you from him. He was choking you with his bare hands and…”, his voice starts to tremble. It’s hard for him to hold back his tears. Gally don’t want to think about losing you - the most important person in his life. You sit down right next to him on the log grabbing one of his hands. “You were there for me. You gave your best to get him away from me. I couldn’t ask for more”, it surprised him how positive you are looking at the facts.
You give him your best smile to comfort him, but the marks on your throat catch his attention. Softly Gally runs his fingers from his free hand over them. “You saved me”, that’s what he wanted to hear. You are the light that leads him through his darkest days. He’s addicted to your smile, your laugh and everything from you that lights up his world.
Without a further word you wrap your arms around his torso tightly. You bury your face in his shirt feeling his fast heartbeat. That’s the place where you belong - into his arms, where you feel safe and sound. Gally rubs circles on your back relieved that you are still by his side. Softly he places a kiss on your head. “Can you ask you something?”, you ask him mumbling.
Surprised the Builder furrows his eyebrows, “Sure, ask me whatever you want, my angel.” You raise your head to look into his red and puffy eyes. He never cried before, but since Ben’s attack he did it every day. “Why do you call me your angel?”, you want to know.
Gally couldn’t help himself, but smile as he strokes your cheek softly. “Because you are one. The moment I lied my eyes on your for the first time I knew it. You and your halo changed me in a good way. Every time I’m with you it feels like heaven for me”, he explains with a few simple words.
His words are melting your heart like butter in the sun. “Maybe I’m dumb for falling in love with an angel like you, but I’m happy I did. I love every single moment we share. I love you, (Y/N) - the angel of my life”, Gally continues his confession smiling. You want to reply how you feel, but your brain stops working in the worst moment.
Instead of an answer you press your lips against his to show him your love. His arms sneak around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I love you too, Captain Gally”, you reply finally after the kiss ended. He leans his forehead against yours with the brightest smile on his lips. The Builder is sure that’s how heaven feels and tastes. Now Gally has his own angel in his arms. That’s everything he needs…

I can feel your halo

Flirting 101

A/N: Hi there, again! This is another request for the prompt celebration thingy, and I am so sorry it took so long. But at last, it is here!

@creideamhgradochas requested:

- Hi! Congrats on the follower milestone and thanks for doing the reader insert fics! Could I have something with Bucky, pretty please? I’m a lady and would really love some cute fluffy, flirting. 24- “The way you flirt is shameful…” 29- “I’m stuck! Help me!” 40- “That’s classified.” 45- “Step aside and watch a pro.” 47- “Be serious for two minutes, please.”

A/N: Thank you so much, love, I absolutely adored writing this! 

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader and some platonic!Sam x Reader and a special guest because why not?

Warnings: FLUFF! FLUFF EVERYWHERE! This might give you a toothache from how fucking sweet this is. Urgh! Could I be any more cheesy? Also, things are a bit awkward at first. You have been warned. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm curious as to your opinion (and others') about the reason behind the state of Castiel's wings. I had thought, based on how it was presented, that other angels' wings got all singed and bare because of the fall from heaven, since it showed them burning while falling, and in one case, burning wings literally detached from an angel. Plus, the next title card was the bare wings that were still burning/smouldering, ... (1/5)

(2/5)which to me, emphasized that this damage had been caused by the fall, not the spell, as some kind of physical side effect of being kicked out of heaven. But, at the time of the fall, Cas was already human, so he was unaffected by the fall (and insulated from the spell). Then, I could see how, with stolen grace he might have taken on the wings of the angel whose grace he took, or somehow had lesser wings because he wasn’t at full power (which was why he couldn’t fly, even if we …

(3/5) never saw his wings then), but I kind of thought it was a possibility that when he got his own grace back, he’d get his full wings back, since he never had them burned off in the fall. It seemed like a cool possibility that he could be the only angel who still had wings/could fly. I kind of miss the angels (especially Cas) randomly flapping in, or responding whenever Dean prayed. Don’t get me wrong, I love Cas driving too, but still. So is it supposed to be that …

(Four got eaten somewhere!!!!)

(5/5)Also, I’m a few episodes behind (although I generally know what’s going on and don’t mind spoilers), so if this was addressed, don’t mind my rambling! But anyway, I felt like asking someone. So, thoughts? (PS How does the rest of the world coherently fit their headcannons into only 500 characters???)

Wow, first of all, hot damn you put a lot of thought into this. Has it kept you awake at night? Sometimes plot holes will do this to me too. 

The way I saw it, and this is just me brainstorming here, is that Cas is kind of like Gadreel in this way. Remember when Gadreel was occupying Sam and he stood up and his wings were all shot to hell? 

I would even say that Gadreel’s wings looked worse than Castiel’s. 

Never mind, I take that back. Neither one of their wings are looking all that great. 

And it might be your theory (the part that I got, anyway fuck tumblr’s messaging system). It might be when they fell their wings got all jacked up. 


What I think it was was that Gadreel had been in prison for so long and he had grieved for so long, that he had lost so much and he was so alone that his wings were a manifestation of his emotional/mental state. 

And you might be saying to yourself, “Whoa, Melissa. Cas wasn’t locked away forever in some angel prison. Why are his wings just as worse off?” 


Cas is alone. Cas has been alone. Except for seasons four and five (and really I could be persuaded on season 5) the writers have often had Cas alone. We, as a fandom, know this. Yeah, he’s a critical part of Team Free Will, but that doesn’t mean that we get him in there as much as we want him to be. 

So, like, ok. You still with me?

Pre-pulling-Dean-from-Hell, Cas was a Captain of his garrison, which if we are going by human terms can be anywhere between 5,000-5,500 angels strong. Dude, that’s a lot of freaking angels to be in charge of. But he was with his family, his friends, he had a job, a clear mission, a defined position in his life.

Then along comes Dean-freaking-Winchester and Cas “gives up an army” for the guy. 


He gets torn from everything he’s know for all eternity and now… here we are. Going by my guess, if his wings are a manifestation of what he has felt, is still feeling, is it any wonder they are torn and broken?

(As for how everyone gets their head canons in less than 500 characters, it takes practice to break down the most painful parts of what you think is going on. Or the fluffiest parts. Depends on who you are asking.)  

classyvoidsinner  asked:

Mmm... dude, what would happen in a reverse situation?: Where sans would be caged against it's will and Papy would finally found him? (OK! I KNOW I SAID THAT YOU STOPPED WTH THE SADS! But I god damn can't help to Wonder!! Fuck my curiosity!~♡)

In the most bittersweet of ways, Pap would finally be the hero he had always wanted to be when alive.

Sans would probably be taken by a demon he thought he could take on but couldn’t, trapped/bound instead of getting killed so that the other demon could have some fun until they got bored with him. He’d be in no better shape than Papyrus in this scenario, especially since he’d ferociously try to fight back and get pretty banged up. They’d probably even break his wings for like slashing at their face or biting their hand. (They heal over time but shit hurts like no other)

Papyrus would react differently depending on what he saw first. If he saw the demon first before Sans, he’d demand the safe return of his partner and warn them that he’d only ask once. (Pap’s good will to save Sans gives him a more confident/stern demeanor)

However, if he saw Sans first, who would most likely be a semi-conscious wreck on the ground… Hah, Pap might as well become the virtue justice incarnate! His good will and emotions/magic would spike at the sight and he’d react justly and swiftly without even thinking twice. Whether the demon was prepared or not for the sweet angel baby to go full Justiciar on their ass depends on their reflexes. In the end, Pap wouldn’t feel any guilt for killing the demon, as his good will mixed with emotions/magic make it out for him as though it was a task that needed done. Why would he feel guilty for retaining the natural order? No need to dwell any further, especially when Sans needed help still!

Papyrus would free Sans and hold him ever so gently but closely, muttering rushed apologies for not finding him sooner and how he searched everywhere for him and he’s just so happy he’s not gone! He’d enfold Sans in his wings as he’d caress over every cut, bruise, and fracture with healing hands, just peppering him with kisses the whole time and thanking him for not giving up on him and how proud he was of him for holding out for so long. Meanwhile, Sans just groans and growls in pain, but manages to cover one of the hands healing him with his own and squeezes to silently reassure him because, now, Pap was finally here.


Prompt from anon: Dean getting all shy about his freckles, cas showing him how much he adores them

I turned it into a minific, if you wants something longer let me know.


Freckles. That’s all Dean’s eyes could settle on as his fingers lightly stretched out his skin over areas of his face where the annoying brown dots were the most prominent. There were no hunters he could think of ever meeting that had freckles. In Dean’s mind, they were girlish. If he wasn’t so adamant on being a tough guy, he might’ve looked into buying make up to cover them. Freckles didn’t make him look like a man, they made him look like a dorky boy. He hated his freckles, and he hated even more when people pointed them out. If those goddamn freckles could just melt away Dean would be the happiest man on earth.

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