#gabey

[sushisusii]

Snuggle pile!

[elijahsfever]

og scene kid

[ayuventi]

Damn that glo up tho... What a difference nearly 4 years makes and while I’m not where I’d like to be quite yet, it’s nice to see I got past my dorito nose phase lol First pic I ever drew of Gabe done in 2014, bottom done 2018.

[withoutaplease]

It's a tough life.

[ayusaurus]

Title: The Messenger Characters: Raphael, Gabriel Pairing: none Word count: 1353 Summary: (Not ship-centric.) In which Raphael is visited by Gabriel to drop off a message, but he finds more between the lines than he cares to read into.  This is mainly just an exercise of my own right. I may continue on with this under the premise of Raphael interacting with others. If it does wind up being more ship centric, I’ll change that later.

“Raphael! I’m sorry for coming in without notice but I have a letter for you.” 

A streak of ink flashed across the paper as his mind finally processed the words which surprised him enough to warrant his hand moving on it’s own. He looked down at the form he had been filling out, letting out a bit of a sigh. He would need another form. 

“Sorry for startling you, Raphael.” Raphael felt his cheeks warm. He still wasn’t used to people coming to see him and conversing with him. The most conversation he would generally have was always one sided, and at times he wondered if the medic angels sensed the desperation in the subjects he’d talk about. Not like they could say anything in response, but this never made him skilled at knowing what to say without some kind of forethought. 

“A-Ah. It’s alright.” He tugged slightly at his bangs, “But you said you had a letter.. Ah is that right, Gabriel?” “I do. It’s from someone who was very inspired it seems while you were healing. Something about watching you create a piece of art.” Gabriel handed the scroll over to Raphael.  Raphael gently thumbed over each sides, taking note of how seemingly archaic the method of communication was when even he himself knew of the technologies on Earth. Regardless, he opened the scroll and read it to himself. It was a bit of a surprise to see someone recall a piece that he had done, let alone a doodle of him drawing himself fighting a bear that he signed. But he supposed that’s what being heaven’s resident artist was like; one doodle you take for granted becomes a treasure for someone else.  Raphael glanced up at the messenger, giving a very awkward attempt at a small smile. “Thank you for, uh, doing what you usually do.”  “It’s no problem. It’s what I was made to do.” Gabriel’s outline shifted and his response seemed cheerful enough, however he could have sworn there was a subtle bite behind the words. One Raphael knew too well. Though, the truth was there, it’s what Gabriel was made to do, just in the similar vein that healing was what he was made to do. He could only guess the expression Gabriel had, but he didn’t want to pry trying to read it, lest he catch the attention of something he’d rather not see or be entitled to at that moment.  “That’s okay.” There was a noticeable silence after the wording, something which made Raphael grow more flustered. What was he thinking? How was that even remotely a proper response? Raphael found himself pulling for words, doing his best to put them in the correct order to form a coherent sentence. “S-sorry... I mean, I can sympathize. It’s not always easy.”  Once again, Gabriel shifted. It looked like he could have been rubbing his neck and an even longer pause followed. Internally, Raphael chastised himself for being so awkward. Even around people whom he should feel comfortable with. Here he was, thousands of years old, and yet he still hadn’t grasped the ability in which to hold a conversation. Why did it have to be so hard for him.  “Does it... get lonely here for you, Raphael?” The measured tone of Gabriel’s words filtered through Raphael’s ears. Raphael looked up towards him, a little perplexed as to why he was asking. “I’m sorry?”   “I just don’t usually see you interact with many people. I apologize if that was a bit forward to be asking.” There was something unreadable in the way in which Gabriel responded. It made the medic angel lean forward a little, almost as if he was trying to latch onto a question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to. He took pause, trying to once again find a way in which to respond. He didn’t want to come off seeming insensitive if there was something troubling the messenger, but he also didn’t want to dig too deeply into something that very well might not even be there.  Raphael drew his hand to the back of his neck, his other hand fiddling with the cap that was attached to the pen he picked up from the desk. “At times... It does get lonely. Uriel is the only one who really comes to see me, but that’s not always a guarantee. You also come around too, but it’s very infrequent. I see multiple patients a day, but in it’s own right, that’s not really conversation.” Gabriel leaned against the wall, “That must be hard.” Raphael let out a defeated sigh. “It’s not easy, but most of the time I’m busy with other things that by the time the day is done, I feel thankful to have moments by myself.”  Another pause filled the air, though this time it was less intimidating. Outside of Uriel, no one really paid him any mind or even would think to ask these questions. Uriel hardly ever asked as he must have at least sensed that it was lonely. Though, he also did have a purpose to visit most times, so while it wasn’t a stretch to say that Uriel came to visit, it wasn’t exactly the truth either.  “I suppose I can relate to that as I myself am busy with most things. Often times not by choice either. Though, when you’re stuck having to help Michael, when would anyone have time for things?” Gabriel’s tone held a bitter discontent which punctuated the words he spoke surrounding the name, Michael.  “I’d imagine. He seems like he has you working quite a bit. Would you like me to write you a doctor’s note?” Raphael reached for a notepad.  He found himself pausing when he heard the sound of Gabriel’s laugh permeate the air; it started quiet and soon Gabriel found himself struggling for air, speaking only once he caught his breath. “You know, if we weren’t in need of a medical professional on site at all times, I think a comedic profession would be a good fit for you.” Raphael’s jaw hung slightly hearing Gabriel’s comment and pressed a hand to the side of his own face. Was he laughing at him? Did he find his joke funny? Had he made a funny face? “Wh-why was that funny?”  “I just wasn’t expecting you to say the part about the doctor’s note. It made me laugh because even if I took you up on the offer, we both know that Michael would just disregard it...” Gabriel straightened up and any tension that there had been in the room dissipated, his tone more jovial and genuine, “But it was very thoughtful of you to ask if I’d like one, thank you.” “You’re welcome...?” Raphael offered up a brief, shy smile.  “I think I’ll have to come back by again. Your office is a good respite and it’s nice talking with you, Raphael. I should get going though. These messages won’t deliver themselves.” Gabriel’s form looked as though he was waving before he turned around, to which Raphael waved back in kind.  “I’ll be... here whenever you’d like to come back to talk again.” Raphael responded.  “Hopefully sooner than later! Bye!”  Raphael watched as Gabriel’s figure walked through the doorway and rounded the corner. He found the remaining smile on his face dull as his mind gnawed at the notion that there were biting words Gabriel said that left the taste of bitterness in his own mouth. Raphael wouldn’t meddle though. That was a conversation for another time and place and one suited for someone who knew Gabriel better. If there was anything he learned, it was best to stay out of things that didn’t involve him. Even still, the thought that he had made Gabriel laugh made him feel a small bit of joy as he turned to find a new form and continue where he left off. 

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

I’ve been trying really hard to be okay recently; it’s been about 14 months since my brother died and I’m trying really really hard to keep his beliefs alive. I miss him so much, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. I can go to school, talk to people, but I’m just so tired. Nothing I do is good enough for my mother, and apparently in order to keep her second son alive she belittles him and damages my already shattered self esteem. I’m sorry I put this all on you; you don’t deserve this. I just know why I hate being rewarded by the Universe. It always ends in the Universe coming back the next day and kicking the shit out of me, knocking me down further below where I was before it gave me that first gift. I don’t fucking deserve love; I’m not really sure I even want it. Yours forever and always, Gabey

[clowndotorg]

yall i get to go to cali in a month to visit @ididntknowwhatmyurlshouldbe and im so hype!!!!!!!

[expressingtomyself]

Fiesta en Browntown (Party in Browntown) One Shot

Fiesta en BrownTown (Gabe's Dream) Me encontraba sentada en el sillón del salón de la casa principal de los Brown; habíamos organizado una pequeña fiesta sin razón alguna ya que solo queríamos estar todos juntos disfrutando de una agradable fiesta mientras escuchábamos algo de buena música, “en aquella fiesta solo estábamos reunidos los Brown lógicamente y el resto de todo el equipo de Discovery quienes se encargaban de documentar el programa” y así ellos podían descansar algo de la rutina del trabajo, todos estaban disfrutando y pasándoselo bien: el equipo de Discovery bebían algo del refresco que habíamos comprado para tal ocasión mientras la familia Brown estaban todos sentados alrededor de la mesa conversando entre ellos, aunque en realidad las chicas Bird & Rainy hablaban con su padres y sus hermanos conversaban de forma animada pero no hablaban mucho, ya que la presencia de las correspondientes parejas de Bam y Noah los intimidaba un poco, aunque Bear por su parte estaba conversando animadamente con una chica del equipo a la que parecía conocer bastante de hace tiempo, “yo seguía en mi sillón sentada observando aquella escena en la que todos hablaban con alguien lo cual me hacia sentir desplazada sin motivo alguno, ya que podía ir a hablar con ellos pero no estaba bien ese día como para intentarlo siquiera”, por su parte Gabe dialogaba con Matt y parecía ser de algo que a ambos interesaban porque se los veía muy enfrascados en esa charla; “por mi parte miraba hacia el suelo algo triste” cuando noté que Alli pasó delante mía dirigiéndose al baño y acto seguido vino Bam hacia mi,me preguntó:- si estaba bien y que me pasaba- “miré hacia arriba a su cara contemplando sus ojos verdes claros” y respondiéndole le dije:- estoy bien Bam, es solo que hoy me siento algo diferente, pero no es nada por lo que preocuparse demasiado, a lo que el respondió acariciando suavemente mi mejilla y sonriéndome levemente, después de ese gesto amable conmigo que me había hecho sentirme mejor; volvió a su sitio aguardando a la espera de su novia y dirigí mi vista hacia Gabe “él cual se dio cuenta de que lo estaba mirando y correspondió mi mirada sin dejar de mirarme, a lo que yo empezaba a ponerme algo roja hasta que empecé a fijarme en el sillón y en sus detalles como el color o como era al tacto”, poco después Gabe se acercó a mi y sentándose a mi lado me sonreía con su bonita sonrisa & “yo como una tonta le sonreía encantada de su presencia” hasta que se puso algo serio conmigo y me preguntó:- ¿Qué te pasa, estás bien?- por mi parte me limité a responderle:- si no te preocupes cielo, se me pasará-. Cuando le dije aquello algo en él cambió me miró embobado sonriendo y acarició mi mejilla suavemente; se fue acercando tímidamente mas a mi sin dejar de quitar su mirada "aquella mirada de ojos azules claros que tanto me calmaban era como ver un atardecer en la playa tenia esa magia en mí" de la mía y poniendo su grandes y suaves manos en mi mejilla me besó dulcemente cual beso continuamos durante un rato "sus labios eran suaves y cálidos al tacto, para mi eran sumamente irresistibles y carnosos, me gustaba tanto sentir sus labios sobre los míos", cuando acabamos de besarnos y despegamos nuestros labios el uno del otro nos dimos cuenta de que absolutamente todos nos estaban mirando como si no se creyesen lo que estaban viendo sus propios ojos; “mi reacción ante aquella situación fue abrazar a Gabe y esconderme detrás de su gran espalda” a lo que el correspondiendo mi abrazo me dijo en voz baja:- ¿y ahora que hacemos?-  mi respuesta fue clara aunque dubitativa:- no lo sé Gabe, no me esperaba que les sorprendiera de esta forma-, a continuación él y yo comenzamos a sonreír y reírnos entre nosotros cómplice mente sin saber que hacer o decir después de aquello.