Just letting everyone know I’m reading a book right now. I also drank 7 glasses of water yesterday. Im not saying explicitly that I’m a better person than you, but it is heavily heavily implied. Heaven is going to be awesome!
★ Commentary: idk how I came up with this backstory lol, it's midnight so it's either amazing or dogshit, you decide! Also my first Johnny fic!! If you have any ideas, please send them in!, I love him sm lol
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Even since the trip to space, you've been different. You used to be the one who knocked Johnny down a peg, his best friend for as long as he could remember, never letting him get a good joke in without making a better one at his expense.
He was smitten.
He never said anything of course. That would ruin his ladies' man rep and more importantly, everything with you.
He knew you didn't feel the same, you couldn't. You saw him as an annoying brother or an annoying friend, or just someone annoying in that strangely fond kind of a way.
But it all changed when the five of you did.
You came back different. Not like the rest of them. No fun, special powers, just broken.
You didn't know why, Reed didn't even know why, but you saw something when the blast hit. Galaxies flew through your eyes. Stars and planets and so many lives. You felt them all for less than half a second. Every person across universes flowed through you. Their lives, their deaths.
You experienced every form of pain in one moment and the aftershocks never left you.
You could always feel and see something that wasn't around you. A wash of stars sat permanently over your vision, changing the world as you knew it.
The nights were worse, when you couldn't tell the difference between the stars above and your ones.
You sat on your bed, staring at the blank wall before you. Closing your eyes always showed you the people, they were too much.
You didn't hear Johnny come in, you just felt the dip in the mattress beside you as he sat down.
His arm wrapped around you, guiding your head to rest against his chest the way it did most nights. You saw the four logo on his chest, and you were glad they did it without you. Glad they just claimed you to be a casualty of a horrific accident. You were, after all.
"Can you-?" Before you could ask with that heartbreakingly small voice you came back with, he held one hand out, fingertips alight.
"Never need to ask" He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple before tucking your head under his chin. You didn't like the dark anymore, there was too much of it.
Johnny was your light, even if you couldn't tell him.
Taglist for all of my MCU writing - 45 + more in reblogs!
I just found a fallen angel spn fic series that was posted a few months before I posted my fallen angel series and I just wanna say I AM NOT COPYING THEM I SWEAR!! I haven’t read it but it got waaay more traction than mine so I just want yall to know I didn’t know it existed before right now.
Omg I saw Fantastic Four: First Steps in your tag game reblog and I'm so excited!! I'm FINALLY going to watch it tonight and I fear I may adore Johnny already lol
okay so please watch it and also johnny is the loml he's literally on my bedroom wall along with… Destiel, Steddie, Sam and Dean, quick silver, Bob Reynolds, Adrian Chase, Geta, Eddie Munson, and Arthur Havisham
I also have his and sues funkopops, along with Bob, Nightcrawler, Eddie, Vigilante, and a figure of Mr Terrific
I am the biggest Joseph Quinn fan there has ever been btw I've seen all his shows and movies. (I am in fact using this to talk about how much I love Joseph Quinn)
I saw your post about wanting requests and I was curious if I could pop in and ask for literally anything with gabriel! 💀 maybe something silly like the reader is talking to sam or dean about their feelings for gabriel and he happens to overhear. a bit of a he’s right behind me isn’t he moment 🧍♂️ or if you’d prefer to write a similar scenario with dean or cas or if something else comes to mind! thank you <3
listening in
summary ♡ you've been spending a lot of time with a certain archangel lately, and your brothers, especially dean, don't approve. OR gabriel overhears something he shouldn't.
word count ♡ 1.4k
warnings ♡ fem winchester!reader mild language, use of "sweetheart", "m'lady", and "dollface" (dollface is used jokingly), mentions of lucifer (yuck)
notes ♡ this is set sometime between changing channels and hammer of the gods (we ignore the implications that this means gabriel would be ‘dying’ soon in universe.. whoops!) AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST ANON!!
"Gabriel? As in— the friggin' archangel? That's who you've been goin' on about all this time?" Dean threw his hands up as he paced the room, stopping in his tracks to give you a look. "Seriously? Him?"
Sam was pointedly staying out of the conversation, sitting on one of the motel twin beds and presumably doing some research on his laptop, only glancing up every few seconds, perhaps to make sure Dean didn't explode.
"Okay, okay, I know you don't exactly like him, De, but— c'mon, he's not so bad." You and Gabriel had been spending quite a bit of time together lately, for no reason in particular except for the fact he kept popping in whenever your brothers went out on hunts and refused to let you come (much to your dismay). At first, you'd been reluctant, after all the guy had put your brothers through some… rather questionable situations, but he turned out to be sweet. Like, stupid sweet.
"'Not so bad'" Dean pitched his voice up to a mocking tone, "The dude freakin' ganked me. Hundreds of times. Not that I personally remember, but still."
Well. He wasn't wrong. "Well— uh, he's helped us out, hasn't he?" Maybe 'helped' was a bit of an exaggeration, but whatever. You needed Dean to understand that Gabriel wasn't as much of a dick as he seemed to believe.
"Helped. Sure. Because puttin' us through a bunch of TV shows was just what we needed while we're trying to stop the devil from icing the entire frickin' planet—"
He had a point, but to be fair, you'd already spoken to Gabriel about that. And he had been trying to teach Sam and Dean a valuable lesson, in his own rather special way. You just needed him to be a little less creative when it came to getting things through your brothers' thick skulls (although, you often had to resort to unusual methods in that area too.)
"He's sweet, Dean." You sighed exasperatedly, "I know nothin' I say is going to make you like him, but he's nice. And he's trying to help, he just.. doesn't always go about it the right way."
Dean gave you a look, his brows furrowed into a tight crease just above his nose bridge. "What, are you in love with the guy? Cause' your damn mistaken if you think m'letting my little sister date an archangel. That'd be like me givin' your hand in marriage to Lucifer."
You grimaced at the thought of that. "First of all, you don't get to decide who I date. I'm an adult." you paused, "and second, Gabriel is nothing like that son of a bitch."
Dean let out a whistle and raised his hands up in mock surrender, taking a step back. "Okay, okay. Either way, you didn't deny bein' in love with him."
Sam didn't glance up from his laptop, but he did murmur, "Dean, c'mon. Leave her alone."
Dean waved him off, "So are you?"
You flushed a little. If you were being honest, you supposed you didn't really know. What you did know was that you'd had more fun hanging out with Gabriel the past few months than you'd had in a long time— maybe even ever. You did know that whenever he made his stupid, flirty jokes towards you, you could feel your stomach go all fluttery. So were you in love with him? Maybe.
"I don't— I don't know, maybe," you murmured, cheeks burning, your gaze burning a hole into the cheap, musty motel carpet. "Doesn't matter."
"I dunno, sweetheart, I think it matters." That was definitely not Dean's voice. Dean turned so quickly, cursing when he noticed that the angel had been standing in the room unnoticed for God knows how long.
You instantly felt your face flush even more. If it was possible to die from sheer embarrassment, you already had one foot in the grave. You didn't know how long Gabriel had been standing in the corner, didn't know how much he had heard— but clearly, he'd heard the most incriminating part; you admitting that you were maybe, sort of, a little bit in love with him.
"Jesus, Gabriel, you can't just… pop in whenever you feel like it," you glanced up at him, saw that cocky smirk, and— nope— you dropped your gaze right back to the ugly carpet.
"Yeah, Gabriel," Dean's voice shifted to a more teasing tone when it got to Gabriel's name. You figured he was probably still mocking you. Dick.
"Such a warm welcome," Gabriel deadpanned, and you caught Sam roll his eyes. Gabriel gestured at you, "You usually don't mind when I pop in at random."
"Okay, well," you trailed off, "I was havin' an important conversation."
"Oh, yes, I heard," you glanced up and he was grinning smugly, in a way that made you want to simultaneously kiss and punch it off of him.
"How much did you hear?" you mumbled, digging into the floor with your heel. You wanted to disappear right now. If you could fly like Gabriel, you'd already be halfway across the globe by now.
"Only like, all of it," Gabriel shrugged and chuckled confidently. You wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and die. Preferably as soon as possible, or even yesterday. Before you even had time to process your thoughts on the situation, Gabriel tapped two fingers to your shoulder and all of the sudden you were flying, stomach twisting with waves of nausea.
You landed in an arguably much nicer hotel room. You couldn't figure out exactly where you were, not that the location was the most pressing issue to you at the moment, rather the fact that Gabriel now knew you had feelings for him.
Head spinning, you grumbled, "Gabriel, what was that for—?"
"Wanted to talk to you, sorry m'lady," he gave a cheesy little bow and oh, you loved him. No doubt about it anymore. No 'maybes' there.
"Shut up," you murmured, "You- weren't supposed to hear any of that, y'know? Eavesdropping is rude in human culture."
"Well, good thing i'm not a human then, dollface." He shot you a flashy smirk.
"Don't call me that." You gave him a look, and he nodded immediately.
"Yes ma'am," he winked, and you rolled your eyes despite the way it sent butterflies swarming in your gut. "So, a little birdy told me you're maybe in love with me?"
"Oh, shut up with that 'a little birdy' crap," you swatted his shoulder, "Just say you were eavesdropping, because you have no manners, and you overheard me saying that i'm definitely in love with you."
"Definitely? I've been promoted?" You could've sworn there was a pink tint to Gabriel's cheeks, and if that didn't make the butterflies go even crazier, you didn't know what would.
"Yes, definitely, idiot. I'm in love with you," you murmured under your breath, not looking at him. "Not exactly how I wanted you to find out."
Gabriel placed two fingers under your chin and gently tilted your head up to make you look at him. "I didn't quite hear you the first time there, mind saying that again?" there was a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, and that put you at ease a little.
"I love you, Gabriel." You muttered, and you watched his eyes noticeably soften the moment the words left your mouth.
"Well, gee, don't flatter me," he was blushing quite obviously, and his hand was fully cupping your jaw now. "I do too, though."
Just to be annoying, you tilted your head in mock confusion. "You do… what?"
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "I love you." your heart melted the moment you heard him say that. He leaned in, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you; and he did, but on the tip of your nose rather than your lips, which felt infinitely more romantic to you. Such a human gesture from an archangel, your archangel. Oh, you definitely liked the sound of that.
"My brothers are going to kill you," your forehead was pressed gently against Gabriel's. He let out a loud chuckle.
"Wont be their easiest task. And it would be worth it, anyway. I should be safe for now though," he smirked, "After all, Sam knew I was 'eavesdropping' as you call it."
"I'll chew him out for that later," you murmured, "right now, I don't really care."
rules: post ten GIFs of your ten favorite movies (no giving away the title) and tag ten people.
I was nominated by the lovely @apricustar and promised to deliver, so, here goes. I allowed myself two cheats: one gif is from a series, and two are stills because there are no GIFs. it was honestly SO HARD TO CHOOSE.
no pressure tags: @esote-rika @abbacadabara @samirasystole @romanticpursuit @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @singinginthecar @s-writing-s @robinavich and whoever else wishes! I love your writings and takes so I'd love to see your favourite films<3
This is cool as hell! It was difficult to pick just 10 so I picked 12, but super fun! This list is subject to change within a minute though. 😄 Thank you! ❤️
I'm not a very highbrow kinda guy, as you'll see. I added the names of the movies at the bottom. I did not understand the game originally but fixed it now. 😄
ty ty for the tag @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth and @velveynightmares !!! I couldnt even think of 10 movies LMAO I never watch movies...this was hard augh
what the fuck is wrong with this anon??? genuinely they need to get got bc why are we equating queer love to incest?!?!?!?!? i suppose this sick fuck also believes r*pe/grooming/p*dophilia (even if they make the excuse that it's just fictional) are taboo and okay anyway?? omg these ppl think they really deserve to live, they need to be put down atp there's no helping them
legit bro. bring back public hangings, they at least had one thing right.
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