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Okay, straight to the point: this is my formal goodbye to reader inserts. During the last months I have started to feel less comfortable with writing this kind of fics, and I therefore decided to stop taking requests (at least for a while). I don’t know if this goodbye will be forever; for now, I will stick to normal fics, but… who knows, heh? Future.
Anyway, this has been a very important part of my last year: I have loved writing for you and will always have a good memory of when, instead of following my classes, I just scribbled on my pad, super-happy about my new requests.
Enjoy! ~
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hey guuyyys! ~ since yesterday’s poll cleared my mind, I just made a whole new blog for my gabriel imagines and fics! uwu here it is~
I’m veeery excited about this but I’ll have to get a tiny lil bit of followers before actually posting new stuff there, so I’m going to reblog there my old fics during the next days and then hopefully publish a new fanfic for the end of the week. ~
all the new fanfics will be reblogged here anyway, so don’t worry.
here is my writing tag btw
- mae ☆
heeeey guys! so as some of you may know I write gabe imagines and all sorts of gabriel fics. well, a friend of mine suggested that I created a whole new blog and posted all of my old/future fics on there, to keep them well organized and free everybody’s dashes from my shitty stuff— but I’m still not kinda sure of it? I mean, would anybody follow it? maybe I should keep writing here and idk.
soooooo I made a poll. could you please vote here and help me sort this thingy out? I’m really kinda confused ugh ;^;
Request: Oh golly might I have a GabrielxReader fic please? How about the reader starts talking about her fav movie and Gabriel hasn’t seen it so they watch it together while the reader is laughing and talking about the behind the scenes and quoting the whole thing? Thank you :D - the-ruler-by-sam-winchesters-bed
Words: 969
Warning: this is possibly the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written in five years of fanfic experience cONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED
Note: So sorry it took so long! btw your movie recommendations were awesome, I watched them all and based this on ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure’. I loved it and I definitely need more in my life ahaha. thank you! ~
enjoy uwu
You’d found out by chance, catching the confusion in his golden irises when you’d started quoting the movie, sure that he would have picked the reference. His brows had furrowed, his head had tilted on his right side as he was used to do when he couldn’t grasp something. At first you took no notice of it; he’d changed the subject, the thing had stopped there. It was only when, later on, you’d specifically posed him a question about the movie that you’d discovered that, actually, his knowledge about the subject was totally non-existent.
«Are you telling me», you’d exclaimed, incredulous, «that you’ve never seen that movie within all your life?».
Gabriel had shrugged. «I have a lot of stuff to look after, kiddo. Being the Trickster’s not as simple as it sounds».
«Yeah, stealing candy from kids, sticking pennies on the ground, directing porn movies…».
«Shaddap». He’d rolled his eyes and given you a playful shove. Silence had fallen for a couple of istants, him unwrapping a Mars being the only sound in the room. Then his head had snapped toward you.
«So, when are we watching it?».
You’re such an amazing writer that when I get this story idea, I immediately think of you to do it. But OF COURSE, if you’re not inspired to do it, you don’t have to ! Anyway… For all you talent and work I send you thousands of candies and chocolate ;) (love you new url btw !) xx
chUU THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE SO KIND and you’re like a medium omg I mean yesterday night I started writing the fic for the last request I got and I was thinking “after I publish this one, I’ll ask for requests” and I wAS ALSO THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I’VE MISSED WRITING ANGSTY STUFF AND OMG this request is 100% perf thank you so much I can’t wait to write this litterally you’rE A DRAGON
Request: Could you do a story where Gabriel and the Reader go ice skating and the reader teaches Gabriel how to skate? And afterwards the cuddle up with hot cocoa and cookies? Lots of love <3 - misograce
Words: 1042
Warnings: this is so fluffy i just
Note: I’m so sorry this took so long!! ;^; I’ve been very busy lately, plus I don’t really know how to skate, so I hope I didn’t make any mistake. Also, my English in this fic sucks, please ignore my horrible grammar.
Hope you enjoy! uwu
“Oh, come on– you’re older than time, get your act together!”
“It’s not like I spent my life slaying demons on ice, you know.”
You chuckled, bringing your right hand to cover your mouth, and caused Gabriel to loose his support and fall to the ground. He sent you a look of disapproval, but you couldn’t keep in your laughter. “’m sorry.”
It had been weeks since you’d first tried to get Gabriel to the skating rink for weeks. It wasn’t an important plan; it was just something you thought would have been cute to do with your boyfriend. Yet again, while he had always given you some distant, muffled reply, at first you’d ignored it, but the excuses he gave you had quickly gotten sillier and sillier, and curiosity had gotten in your mind. After a few investigations, the archangel had gave in and confessed: he wasn’t able to skate. You had laughed and promised to teach him, but, apparently, that wasn’t such an easy task.
“It’s the third time you make me fall” Gabriel, back in the present, protested, ignoring your hand and trying, in vane, to get up on his own, but he quickly lost balance and fell on his back. The most terrifying weapon in Heaven, ladies and gentlemen. “Ouch. Damn sacrum.” Gabriel winced, but there was a smile on his lips. “I’m starting to feel like you’re doing this on purpose”.
“Damn, you discovered my conspiracy”, you said, jokingly, and meanwhile you reached to help him get on his feet – ish – and start over again. The archangel sent you a glance for your sudden movement, his hand gripping your sleeve as if he was holding onto dear life, his eyes filled with terror. “You really do want me dead.”
“Oh, come on, Grumpy, it’s only ice!”
“Funny. People used to say that about invading Russia in winter, too”
You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on Gabriel’s feet and on your own too, but the guy looked like a bull in a china shop. Soon after, Gabriel was on the ground another time, his hair all over his face.
“Okay. That’s it. I quit”, he said, trying to get on his feet, but he kept rolling over like a tortoise put on his back. “(Y/N)– I could use a, ehrm, little help here”.
“Let’s put it this way”, you said, folding your arms, and Gabriel looked at your perfectly balanced figure as if you were spitting fire. “You listen to my advices. If you manage to make a complete lap of the rink, I’ll make you cocoa when we get home”.
Gabriel’s eyes sparkled at the mere mentioning of your famous cocoa– since the first time he’d tasted it, he’d assured you you could make the most delicious chocolate in the world, making trading cups of the beverage the best way to earn stuff from him. His eyes trailed for a moment to the ice, pondering whether a nice cup of cocoa was worth the price or not.
“A cup of cocoa?”
“Yes.”
“Not just half like last time, heh. A whole cup. You won’t trick me”.
You smiled, keeping in a little chuckle. “Sure.”
“With whipped cream on it?”.
“Promise”.
Gabriel smiled. “Okay. Deal”.
“Okay, okay. Remember to bend your knees”.
“I got it”.
You skated around him, holding him from under his arm, checking he was doing everything right. “Your arms…”
“Yeah. Hold ‘em out. I know. Except you’re holding me so tightly you’re stopping my blood circulation.”
You blushed, loosening your grip on his jacket, but you kept skating at his side, fearing he’d fall again. Gabriel was visibly tense, his legs moving with nervousness, but his eyes were determined and menacing. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. He was really taking the thing seriously.
Then he moved away from your grip.
You followed his tour from where you were standing, occasionally moving a little to mimick, unconsciously, the movements he had to make. At first, his steps were stiff and unsteady, his body unbalanced, his legs dangerously trembling and threatening to make him fall again.
Suddenly, though, you remembered one of the tales of his youth he liked to tell you, and realized how much stupid you’d been.
Of course he had problems to mantain his balance– he had an extra weight on his shoulders you hadn’t worried to consider.
“Use your wings!”, you screamed, bringing your hands at the sides of your mouth. “Like they teached you when you were a fledgling. Use them to balance your body!”
Instantly, Gabriel’s shoulders moved to enhance his movements, his wings, invisible to your eyes, shifting to steady his body. Without any other word, Gabriel’s body started to move on ice as if he was born for it, his legs proceeding quickly, his whole figure as elegant and graceful as a ballerina on her stage. He completed the lap in little time and then came skating to you with his arms open.
“I did it! I did it!”, he said, throwing himself onto you, and the impact made you both fall to the ground. “Easy, easy”, you said, chuckling, kissing his nose. “Look at you. My lil’ fledgling flew away”.
“Yeah. Your own little clumsy penguin”. His lips brushed with yours. “Let’s go home. ’m freezing.”
You were almost totally sure Gabriel had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in blankets like a butterfly in his cocoon, but, as soon as you removed the baking tray from the oven, you heard a voice coming from the living room.
“Are those cookies I’m smelling?”
You turned around, peeking at him while you put the cookies on a plate. He had only one eye opened, his whole body covered in blankets, so that only the upper part of his head was emerging from the cocoon. Even like that, you could see his nose, completely red and stiff due to the cold he’d developed from wetting his clothes on the ice. You smiled, walking towards him and putting your cups and the cookies on the table.
“The great big Archangel got a cold from skating on ice?”, you gently mocked him, putting a loose strand of hair behind his left ear.
“Shaddap”, he mumbled, and he brought the cup to his lips, smiling when you kissed his temple. That, surely, had been a nice afternoon.
Summary: Gabriel and night talks both come in the same pack.
Warnings: A quick crappy all dialogue fic! name/gender/features of Gabriel’s interlocutor are not mentioned, so it can either be Sam, the reader, or whoever you ship Gabe with ~
Note: The other night I couldn’t sleep and this sort of happened but next time my brain decides to play hyperactive at three am i’ll make myself more productive i swear
I’m sorry for any eventual mistake! i’ll give a platypus to whoever knows what the story is Enjoy! ~
“Gabriel?”.
“Mmmh?”.
“Are you awake?”.
“No. I like to sleep-talk as an hobby”.
“Funny”.
“…”.
“…”.
“Did you wake me up just to compliment me or is there another reason?”.
“… I couldn’t sleep”.
“Told ya not to drink so much coffee”.
“I had my reasons”.
“Mmh”.
“…”.
“…”.
“You still there?”.
“Who knows”.
“… Would you tell me a story?”.
“…”.
“…”.
“… What kind of story?”.
“Something PG13, thank you”.
“Darn. You killed all of my ideas”.
“That says a lot”.
“Shaddap”.
“…”.
“Okay. I’ve got it. Gather around, kids”.
“We’re spooning. I’m litterally all around you”.
“That came out wrong”.
“So did that”.
“Would you let me tell this story or not?”.
“Fine, fine”.
“Once upon a time there was a beautiful prince…”.
“Please, tell me he wasn’t short and with golden eyes…”.
“Oh. Do you already know the story?”.
“Narcisist”.
“Yes, but you love me” “… Just carry on”.
“Fine. Once upon a time, there was a young boy…”.
“Is that still you?”.
“… a young boy and his father, I was saying. The poor fellas didn’t get a really nice life, and worst of all, at some point, they were once exiled into an gigantic labirint and left there to die.
Dada loved his son and, mind him, he wanted to bring his own cheeks home safe, so he built two big pair of wings, stucked them to their bodies with wax, and decided to fly away from the place.
The point is— the child was curious, way too much, and wanted to do as his own mind said. So, without thinking, he started flying higher than his Pops, up above the clouds. The heat of the sun loosened the wax and he fell into the sea, drowning”.
“…”.
“…”.
“…”.
“Did you fall asleep?”.
“No”.
“What then?”.
“It was quite sad”.
“You never asked for a happy story”.
“Right”.
“…”.
“…”.
“…”.
“Do you miss your wings?”.
“… Yeah.
Not as much as I used to, though. I’m starting to… I don’t know. Get used to it”.
“But it wil never be like before, right?”.
“Of course not”.
“…”.
“…”.
“Your hands are cold”.
“And yours way too hot. Where did you put them?”.
“Gabriel-“.
“Sorry, sorry”.
“Stop laughing”.
“… What about you?”.
“Me?”.
“Well, I told a story. Now I want to hear something too”.
“What is this? The Canterbury Tales?”.
“Heh”.
“And who would you be? The nun?”.
“Shaddap. I’d be Chaucer, obviously”.
“Again with those megalomaniac disturbs…”.
“Still waiting for my story”.
“You’re right. But the fact is— I haven’t even lived a quarter of your life. What could I possibly tell to entertain somebody who’s already lived thousands of years?”.
“…”.
“Why are you laughing?”.
“Because you didn’t even realize, kiddo, that you’re the most wonderful story I’ve ever had the good fortune to stumble in”.
Request: It’s been weeks since you became the new punching-ball of the most popular group of the university. Yet, you haven’t told your closest and only friend, Gabriel. But one night, after the group physically hurts you, he finds you in tears in your room. - warrior-in-a-trenchcoat
Warnings: Descriptions of violence.
Note: After the events of the latest days, I decided to write something that could cheer up my followers a bit, and this request sounded just perfect. I really hope this will help. Stay safe, my babies, I love you. ♡
Your steps echo quick and unsteady in the oddly empty and silent hallway. It’s like one of those awful low-budget horror movies, where the protagonist tries to run away and yet everybody knows what their ending is going to be like. Your breath is short. You hold tighter onto your books, seeking for comfort.
“Hey, darling!”, somebody shouts from behind you, making all the blood in your cheeks drain.
Sweat wets your temples. Your heart is pumping fast in your chest.
“Where d’ya think you’re going, girl? We still have to play”.
Request: Can I pretty please with sugar on top, have a fanfiction where Gabriel is all sweet and tries to find out what to get the reader because he already gives her gifts and he wants something special? Just some sweet fluff! Love you! - Anon
Warnings: DESTIEL REFERENCES
Words: 1135
Note: Hope you have a great Christmas guys! ♡♡
«You see, Deano, the point is— she already has everything. I love giving her presents, and-».
«Whatthefu-Gabriel?»
«… and I really would like to give her something special this time-».
«What the flying-».
«… but I have no ideas about it». Gabriel paused for a moment. «Are you even listening to me?».
«It’s two in the morning and you just freakin’ zapped into my bedroom, Gabriel!».
«It’s already two am? Oh Father—».
Dean sighed and rested his head against the back of his bed, puffing out some air and trying to persuade himself that, if he pinched his arm a bit, he’d get out of that nightmare. When he gave a peek to his bedroom, though, he found the Archangel still there, walking from a side of the room to the other as if the gallows had been waiting for him, and Dean had to rely on all his strenght to stop himself from trying to choke him. «What, in the name of God, are you doing here, Gabriel?», he said, pinching the base of his nose.
«Did you listen to me? It’s Christmas Eve and I still haven’t found a gift for (Y/N)!».
«So you decided to break into my room in the middle of the night?».
«I panicked, you cold-hearted cavemen!»
*hands out leaflets* hasten, hasten! new christmas sales are in town and lady me is giving away a new offer: get a gabriel/sabriel fic/imagine by requesting it here and you’ll get my eternal love and friendship. the cost of a fanfic is a virtual hug. guuuys don’t let this offer slip away
hear ye, hear ye! new fluffy gabriel imagine (hopefully) coming tomorrow, eighteenth of november, at approssimatively 3pm EST. have a good day uwu
Character: Gabriel
Warnings: Panic attacks
Words: 1794
Request: Hi! I was hoping that Gabe could pop in after the reader is having a massive panic attack, and manages to calm her down after a while? Then at night she wakes up and has another one, and he stays and sleeps with her once he calms her. THANKS! :) - unnecessarybagel
Note: You need to know that destiny has always liked to be a bit of a jester with me, and last week made no exception. Just the day after I received this request, I relapsed, having my first panic attack in ten months. After years of enduring anxiety and ocd, experiencing a relapse when I was sure I’d overcome my problems, was- well, I can’t quite find any correct words to explain, but I think you understood. Anyway, this also brought me to write something more accurate than it would have been if my mind hadn’t decided to betray me, so I guess we found a bright side, eh? :)
Also, I didn’t want to include the reason of the panic attacks, since I know anybody who suffers anxiety has very different experiences and I wanted to make this the more neutral I could. well i guess i’ll shut up now dehehe
Enjoy! (◡‿◡✿)
Paper napkins fell to the ground as somebody strolled inside the café, being blown away by the improvise airstream coming from the front door. You raised your head, eyes searching a familiar figure, but they were disappointed to find yet again the face of a stranger, this time being a woman with red hair and a long black coat. Your sight stopped for a second on her figure, watching as dry leaves made their way into the place while the woman frantically fought the airstream by trying to close the door. Though the distraction soon melted, your heart starting to beat once again as fast as a hummingbird’s when you lost focus on the sequence of events and unintentionally directed it, one more time, to your preoccupations. Your head fell down in your hands, fingers diving trough your hair, chills trailing down your spine.
Not now, you rebuked yourself. Stop it.
since I maaay have time to write something during the rest of the week - unless my professors start playing satan again, of course - I absolutely need some requests. sabriel, gabriel x reader, cabriel– honestly, anything with gabriel will do. *winks* but please please please send them in or I’ll go and do some vERY RECKLESS THINGS. yeah. that’s it. like studying and being a rESPONSIBLE PERSON. eeeeek.
Character: Gabriel
Warnings: Some cursing, sickness maybe?
Words: 2431 (*sweats nervously*)
Request: The reader comes across Gabriel sick in bed and takes care of him.
Note: Hola, Twicksters, and sorry for the massive delay! This request was sent to me a whole month ago and I’m so so so so sorry for being so late! School is a hell and leaves me no time to write. But! I apparently made it, so, well, hope you like it! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
As usual, English is not my mother tongue, so I’m sorry for any eventual mistake uwu Enjoy!
The room was smelling like roses and honey and a pleasant warmth had started to spread in the air. You let the robe fall from your shoulders down to the floor and slowly slipped the tip of your toe into the water, testing its temperature. «Perfect», you whispered as you laid yourself into the tub.
The whole week had been a mess, a particular dangerous vampire hunt stealing your very time, and, forced to sleep two hours a night and to eat only what little of food you had in your fridge, you’d almost gotten yourself killed because of the stress and tiredness you’d endured during the past days. Now, covered in bruises, aching for a sprankled ankle, but at least certainly alive, you’d decided to allow yourself to take a couple of days of break before heading toward your next hunt, and nothing would have sounded better than a hot and placid bubble bath. You laid your head against the edge of the tub, closing your eyes, and you let yourself slip into a pleasant half-sleep, your worries instantly melting into the relief of the bath. The moment, though, was roughly interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, laid on the washing machine beside you, making you wince in surprise and open your eyes at once. «Oh, really?», you groaned, quickly bending your knees in an attempt to raise. Your nuisance for being interrupted, though, was instantly cut off and replaced by the unpredicted pain your swift movement had caused. «Shitfuckmerdeporca–», you cursed, a countless number of profanities in even more languages you thought you knew slipping from your lips while you tried to reach for the phone withour moving your ankle. Finally, after performances of stretching an olympic athlet would have surely envied you, you managed to get to the device, and you instantly replied without bothering to look at the caller ID. I don’t care who dared to interrupt me – I will personally kill him or her anyway. «Hello?», you muttered, biting on your lip to prevent any howl of pain from slipping from your mouth.
«I’m dying», someone wailed into the phone. «I’m dying!».
Woah, there– not so litteral. «Gabriel?».
The archangel let out a muffled whine, his voice so filled with pain your heart started to race like a hummingbird’s. «(Y/N)», he barely managed to blur out through his moans, «you have– y-you have to come here. I’m, I’m dying».
«Gabriel?», you repeated, trying to get out of the tube without bumping your ankle and miserably failing. «What the hell’s happening?».
