, 17 
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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a few days ago my philosophy professor told us that, in ancient greece, homosexuality was considered to be one of the most noble forms of love, and that in particular philosophers and their pupils had quite often a very profound bond - see socrates and alcibiades.
guys.
guys.
GUYS.
philosopher!sam and pupil!gabe sabriel au
Pairing: Sabriel
Summary: It’s Sam and Gabriel’s first time. Gabriel opts for a strange way to declare his love.
Warnings: Implied smut, fluff
Notes: i’m searching for a way to stop fangirling over these two please send help
They fall back onto the mattress, shaking, sweating, their hearts pumping so fast in their chests one would think they’re going to explode.
Sam is the first to get out of the trance. He rolls onto his side, hair blurring his sight and momentarily preventing him from looking at the Archangel’s shaking figure. Instead, his reprise is slower, progressive, and Sam watches as his breathings become less and less quickened as the seconds pass. Eventually, Gabriel turns back to real life and Sam, drowsy, sleepy, uses what little of strenght he’s got left to envelop him into his embrace. Gabriel smiles against his chest, but even with his eyes closed, Sam can sense he’s not sleeping, nor trying to. Given a peek, in fact, he finds him staring out at nowhere, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on his stomach.
For a while he assumes it’s the rapture. Then, after a while, he decides to ask.
«What are you thinking about?», he whispers. Gabriel blinks, fastening his grip on Sam’s waist and finally waking up from his trance. He draws his attention back to the Winchester, smiling faintly. He’s, for a long couple of moments, tempted to say nothing, to kiss him and then to go back to sleep; but then he shakes the idea off, the uslessness of it clear, and he decides to tell him the truth. «Changes».
Sam doesn’t say a word, so Gabriel decides to carry on. «I’ve never changed a lot in my life. I’ve never had the need to do so. I was born a rebel, I didn’t even ever consider whether free will was the right path to follow or not. I just knew it was». Gabriel’s sight drifts away, moments of his life flashing before his eyes. «I left Heaven, I became a pagan god. Great change, you may think. Of course, the scenario was different, and so was the people surrounding me.
But… I was always the same. Always the same, almighty creature,disregarding of the truth, afraid of his own brothers. Capable of anything, but powerless in front of his past. Owner of the most dangerous swords, and yet again uncapable of brandishing them with my very own hands». Sam’s hold on Gabriel’s body fastens lightly. «I had everything. I was everything. I thought I’d never change again.
And then, yet again… this spooky, annoying kid steps into my path, pulling my leg, drifting me from my own life». He shakes his head and kisses Sam’s belly. «Look at me. Yesterday I was the most glorious creature of this whole shrinking universe. Today I’m laying naked in a goddamn one-star motel bed, in a room that smells like death, hugging a guy that looks like a moose. And the only thing I can think of is– I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but this was the first time I’ve ever, ever made love».
Sam leans down to nibble at Gabriel’s lips. «Let’s not make it the last».
family
bonus:petition to pretty please give a name to their love child ↑
please consider these important existential questions of mine
let’s talk about this bc i’m emotional bye
I spent my math class sculpting a moose and a platypus kissing and I’m not regretting this
It’s Halloween. Gabriel knocks at Sam’s door, dressed in his favorite Pepsi uniform. «Trick or treat?», he asks, smirking at the hunter. Sam rolls his eyes, putting the bowl of candy back on the table. «The candy is for the kids, Gabriel».
«Trick or treat?», Gabriel asks again. Sam sighs, approaching the angel, and he leans onto the doorjamb. «Treat».
Suddenly Gabriel kisses him, passionately, without letting him realize what he’s just done. Sam leans down into the kiss, running a hand through Gabriel’s hair. Just as he starts to unbotton the angel’s shirt, though, breathing hard and longing for friction, Gabriel quickly backs away. «Sorry, Sammy, you wanted a treat», he says, winking, and he flies away with the candy.
gabriel being scared of having his first time with sam because he has had sex, but he has never made love (◡‿◡✿)
