Just putting this out there now: if the grace of an archangel they end up using is from Gabriel, and he dies as a result of his mortality, I will organize the biggest Gabe/RSJ fan riot the world has ever seen.
Don’t tempt me writers. I will make it happen.
THEY BETTER FUCKING DON’T
I’m all for him giving a bit of grace and all… get us some Human!Gabriel
But if he sacrifices himself for humanity AGAIN i’m killing everyone and then myself
^
I’m really getting into the whole “posting series only after I’ve finished it all” thing.
Except for Mocking Dick and Secrets, that’s what I’ll be doing for my series cuz it makes me feel less rushed into getting material out. I highly suggest trying it to any writer out there!
“Thank you, Chicago!” You shouted, handing the microphone to Rob and sauntering off stage.
The feeling in your body made you want to run laps around the building, go places, do things. The adrenaline pumping through your veins had you all sorts of excited. It was like a drug that you always wanted to feel the affects of.
You cooled off behind the stage, unaware of the things happening on the other side of the curtain. Stepping away from the microphone felt like a breath of fresh air, but the way you felt on stage was addicting. No wonder Rich and Rob always had no problem hosting.
Rich.
How had he felt during your preformance? Surely he was teasing you with the song choice, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The only issue was: you needed him. And by your calculations, you wouldn’t be able to have him till this convention was over. To top it off, the con still had 3 more days to go.
You sighed drastically, running a hand over your face.
What had you gotten yourself into?
Your thoughts stray away from you as a roar of applause sounds from the other side. Only moments later do Rich, Rob, and the rest of the actors pile backstage.
Rich’s eyes are immediately glued to you, though he carries on a conversation with Briana. You feel bolder under his gaze; gosh, you want that man in your bed.
The actor finishes his discussion with Briana, giving her a small smile and a nod. Now there’s nothing in the way of getting to you.
He approaches you with a sly grin.
“How’d you like the song?”
You hum lightly as a response, before replying, “Loved it, Richie. How’d you like watching me?”
Rich’s mouth quivers the slightest bit and his face turns a pink color. He should have known you would notice his staring. He slowly leans down next to your ear; you feel the breath from his lips tickle the side of your head.
“Three more days, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” Rich whispers huskily, pulling away before anyone in the room saw anything suspicious.
You clear your throat, finally feeling the adrenaline die down as his words seep into your brain.
“Thank you, Chicago!” You shouted, handing the microphone to Rob and sauntering off stage.
The feeling in your body made you want to run laps around the building, go places, do things. The adrenaline pumping through your veins had you all sorts of excited. It was like a drug that you always wanted to feel the affects of.
You cooled off behind the stage, unaware of the things happening on the other side of the curtain. Stepping away from the microphone felt like a breath of fresh air, but the way you felt on stage was addicting. No wonder Rich and Rob always had no problem hosting.
Rich.
How had he felt during your preformance? Surely he was teasing you with the song choice, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The only issue was: you needed him. And by your calculations, you wouldn’t be able to have him till this convention was over. To top it off, the con still had 3 more days to go.
You sighed drastically, running a hand over your face.
What had you gotten yourself into?
Your thoughts stray away from you as a roar of applause sounds from the other side. Only moments later do Rich, Rob, and the rest of the actors pile backstage.
Rich’s eyes are immediately glued to you, though he carries on a conversation with Briana. You feel bolder under his gaze; gosh, you want that man in your bed.
The actor finishes his discussion with Briana, giving her a small smile and a nod. Now there’s nothing in the way of getting to you.
He approaches you with a sly grin.
“How’d you like the song?”
You hum lightly as a response, before replying, “Loved it, Richie. How’d you like watching me?”
Rich’s mouth quivers the slightest bit and his face turns a pink color. He should have known you would notice his staring. He slowly leans down next to your ear; you feel the breath from his lips tickle the side of your head.
“Three more days, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” Rich whispers huskily, pulling away before anyone in the room saw anything suspicious.
You clear your throat, finally feeling the adrenaline die down as his words seep into your brain.
“Thank you, Chicago!” You shouted, handing the microphone to Rob and sauntering off stage.
The feeling in your body made you want to run laps around the building, go places, do things. The adrenaline pumping through your veins had you all sorts of excited. It was like a drug that you always wanted to feel the affects of.
You cooled off behind the stage, unaware of the things happening on the other side of the curtain. Stepping away from the microphone felt like a breath of fresh air, but the way you felt on stage was addicting. No wonder Rich and Rob always had no problem hosting.
Rich.
How had he felt during your preformance? Surely he was teasing you with the song choice, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The only issue was: you needed him. And by your calculations, you wouldn’t be able to have him till this convention was over. To top it off, the con still had 3 more days to go.
You sighed drastically, running a hand over your face.
What had you gotten yourself into?
Your thoughts stray away from you as a roar of applause sounds from the other side. Only moments later do Rich, Rob, and the rest of the actors pile backstage.
Rich’s eyes are immediately glued to you, though he carries on a conversation with Briana. You feel bolder under his gaze; gosh, you want that man in your bed.
The actor finishes his discussion with Briana, giving her a small smile and a nod. Now there’s nothing in the way of getting to you.
He approaches you with a sly grin.
“How’d you like the song?”
You hum lightly as a response, before replying, “Loved it, Richie. How’d you like watching me?”
Rich’s mouth quivers the slightest bit and his face turns a pink color. He should have known you would notice his staring. He slowly leans down next to your ear; you feel the breath from his lips tickle the side of your head.
“Three more days, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” Rich whispers huskily, pulling away before anyone in the room saw anything suspicious.
You clear your throat, finally feeling the adrenaline die down as his words seep into your brain.
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