#alyx-rush

Yep! If you look up the hadreel tag on tumblr, you will literally only find the posts I’ve made and asks I’ve answered. It’s an extreme rare pair and I’ve been working hard to try and grow it, but it’s had a slow start… for now. 

I’m planning on writing a bunch in the coming weeks :D It’s going to be awesome and I can’t wait for people to see more of them~!

Here are my reasons of why they’re amazing, part one and part two

You’re welcome! Ah, that’s so awesome. ^w^

Me and bold colours? O.O I’d have never made this connection even under torture, so WOW  - thanks! I mean, I’m always insecure about my colours and I mostly feel like I’m picking them at random (now I try to change that) - but, okay, yeah, it feels really nice that you think it’s my thing! ^n^

3:2 ‘we’ve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?’ sex

It had been three hours since Sam kissed her, left her sleeping in her bedroom and drove back to the bunker. Three hours since he realised he was in pretty deep, perhaps for a lifetime. Thee hours since he realised he’d somehow woven a trap for himself, like a spider’s web he’d managed to get his head caught in the middle of as it kept tightening around him. 

It didn’t feel the same anymore to have Gadreel’s fingertips questioningly trace along his arm in welcome. It felt almost the same as cheating money out of someone who didn’t explicitly deserve to get screwed over - like necessity rather than justice. The words he’d given her in the beginning (that rang more along the lines of “it is what it is”, something Dean would say) seemed hollow now, like an excuse rather than disclosure, omission rather than honesty.

He felt guilty going along with it, even though he needed the comfort of it and knew Gadreel needed it even more than he did. Not because of her; she knew about this, even if he’d never communicated it the way he’d wanted to, the way she would have deserved, but because of Gadreel. Because he didn’t know how deep Sam was involved with the woman whose face he’d seen once in passing, and ultimately, because Sam himself didn’t know how deep Gadreel was in this with him. They’d fallen into it, into the touches and the long silences full of warmth and unspoken things and the relief of uncertainty, without ever putting a name on it. For Sam, it was companionship - not friendship, not a relationship, not love and not lust but rather mere affection and trust spoken in the only language they both could operate in. He’d always somehow expected that it was the same with Gadreel, but when he left for three days and spent them talking and walking and laughing in bright sunshine or in showers of rain in the plain view of anyone passing by, he’d come to question that. He wasn’t hiding anything. For him, it was what it was. But what was it for Gadreel, who had no alternative but to take what was given to him? He wouldn’t have been able to ask for more even if his life had depended on it. The catch of it all was that he’d never be able to ask for anything that Sam didn’t choose to offer him first. And who the hell was he to tell what the other’s needs were, when he’d never managed to shape them up to a question? All Sam gave him were these late hours in a darkened bedroom, out of sight, out of mind; touches that never echoed in more than mere looks and smiles when they left the room. There was no disclosure for them. Nothing solid to lean onto - not even a label.

He closed his eyes, heavy and stinging with sleep, when his back hit the softness of his mattress in full weight. His body remained in conflict when it tried to mold both into the embrace of the bed and into that of Gadreel’s, the kisses offered for his neck exactly the way he wanted them, the gentle hold of two strong hands over his waist, and he moaned more out of frustration than anything else, rising up just enough to press his forehead against Gadreel’s.

“We need to talk.”