Just stuff that I've been doing here and there. I'd like to put challenge entries through this piece of my account too. Mostly a Supernatural writer but maybe I'll do other stuff, havne't fully decided yet :) Secondary to and follows with: @xxturningsaintsintotheseaxx kisses and love always. Keep Rocking in the Free World!
A.N. This is for @too-much-winchester ‘s song challenge.This is @xxturningsaintsintotheseaxx ‘s entry. I got the prompt song of Take on Me by Aha.The Lyrics are bolded; there’s a memory about halfway through that is in italics. This has mentions of smut and I’m sorry if it’s not very good (it’s been awhile....).
Warnings: mentions of SMUT, Drunk reader (I think that’s really it; it’s mostly fluffy)
Characters: Gabriel x reader, brief Sam Winchester, even more brief Dean Winchester
Word count (with lyrics): 1397
Also I didn’t have a beta (again) cause I’m lame and pushed it to the last minute (Freakin’ writer’s block!) So all mistakes are mine <3
Talking away
I don’t know what I’m to say
I’ll say it anyway
Today’s another day to find you
Shying away
I’ll be coming for your love, ok?
You stare out the window. The snow is falling and a fire is roaring in the fireplace. It’s quiet and beautiful. A smile crosses your face as you think of what your life has become. Your boyfriend of the past two months has kept you safe and while you still go on hunts with the Winchesters, your adoptive family, things have calmed down for you a bit. You no longer have a lot of bitter emotions built up inside. You were currently taking a small vacation; Sam’s request, you remember fondly. Just a couple weeks to have to yourself as the holidays had always been rough for you. You had picked to stay somewhere in the wooded mountains away from civilization and your boyfriend easily complied. You stretch your arms up and your boyfriend’s arms snake around your stomach. You grin. “How long have you been back?” you ask leaning back into his warm chest. He’d been gone most of the day with the claim that he had errands to run.
“Long enough to remember how beautiful you are when you’re lost in thought, Sugar,” was his smooth reply.
“Did you get your errands figured out?”
His hands moved around your waist to turn you to him. “Figured out well enough I won’t have to leave again for a while.” He grins at you and it was so contagious you had to smile back. You had fallen for that goofy grin when he had gone on a particularly rough hunt back in September. You lean into his chest and smile at the memory.
Gabriel speaks up. “Oh Cupcake, that is a fond memory.”
You laugh realizing he was in your mind with you reliving the day. It had been an interesting job and so he had wanted to join you and while Dean was still on edge with the archangel/trickster, Sam had readily agreed that the extra set of hands would do you well. Once the four of you had dealt with the tulpa, as it turned out to be, you all had gone out for drinks. You had always had a bit of stage fright and liked to have a couple of shots in you before the boys could convince you to do karaoke. You weren’t half bad and although they gave you a lot of crap, they liked seeing you onstage and hearing you belt out your favorites.
After the tulpa hunt, Gabriel convinced you to do A-Ha, and while they weren’t your favorite, you had readily agreed. He had giggled at your nerves the better part of the evening and was just goading you to do it.
As you had gotten to the chorus you noticed that the boys were deep in conversation but Gabriel, he was just watching you with that goofy grin on his face.
“Take on me (take on me),
Take me on (take on me),
I’ll be gone
In a day or two.”
You felt a knot form in your stomach. You wondered if you could get to know this creature, or if he too would be gone in a day or two. Your thoughts had caused you to trip up and you messed up the last verse. You looked away from him and laughed into your beer to hide your nerves and thoughts. You belted out the last chorus no more problems and you avoided Gabriel’s face most of the rest of the night. Still talking and laughing with the all the boys but never quite making eye contact with Gabriel. You had been totally inebriated when Sammy finally decided to drag your butts back to the motel. You hated that he had enough control of himself not to get so intoxicated. You realized as Sammy passed you off to Gabriel that he didn’t seem to get drunk either and you wondered if that was because he was an archangel. You finally looked up into his smoldering eyes as he helped you into your room and to the bed. He laughed at you once again.
“Sugar, if you have a question, you can always ask. You don’t have to just stare,” he winked at you. The nice thing about being drunk was you never really had thoughts for him to hear (although he swears, he tries to stay out so you can have some privacy); which was good because you were gone.
You sat on the edge of the bed and put your arms around his neck and whispered, “Will you kiss me?” You look from his eyes that were getting darker by the second to his lips and that caused you to lick your lower one very slowly. His kiss had been slow and passionate. He sat down next to you on the edge of your motel bed, careful not to break the kiss. He tasted like he smelled – sweet and musky; like candy infused in cinnamon. That night had been one of the best and longest nights you’d had in a while. It was nice to see him still holding you in his arms when you woke. You had feared for the worst.
But the two of you had been almost inseparable since then, much to the vexation of the brothers. After a while they got used to the two of you as an item and although they were both still perplexed and annoyed by it, they agreed it was nice to have an angel on the team that was more empathetic than Castiel.
Gabriel brought you out of your memory to present day, saying, “You know we can recreate that memory if you want to.” He kisses your forehead and you look back outside. There’s a buck standing in the snow grazing off a fallen tree. Gabe tickles your sides until you can’t breathe and you turn around to smack his shoulder. He catches you by surprise with a warm kiss. He walks the two of you backwards until you’re straddling his lap on the couch. With a giggle, you finally break the kiss. He’s looking at you with those same eyes from the night you first spent together, dark and full of lust. You can feel him hardening between your bodies and as heat pools between your legs, you involuntarily grind down.
The archangel let’s out a low moan from somewhere in his chest. He starts kissing and sucking at your neck and moving one hand under your shirt, gently grazing up your side until it finds its destination on your breast, his thumb caressing your nipple underneath the fabric of your bra. His other hand is firmly planted on your hip, keeping you in place on his lap. Your arms around his neck give you balance as you kick off your shoes, trying hard not to disrupt Gabriel’s mouth now on your shoulder. He lets out a low hardy chuckle and snaps his fingers from the hand that was on your waist. The two of you are completely naked and you shiver from both the rush of cool air on your body and from the feel of his skin upon yours. He bucks his hips up and you can feel his length now fully hard slide against your wet folds. Your clit is throbbing and you grind back down on him hoping to feel some relief. This of course only makes it worse. Gabriel flips you over so he’s on top of you laying on the couch. Amongst the grunts, groans, moans, sounds of skin on skin, and muttered swears, he speaks in Enochian. As you lay together catching your breath you barely hear him whisper it; “Ol aziazor elasa, (Y/N).” You don’t have to ask to know what it means. Your heart, no your soul, knows.
“I love you too, Angel of Mine,” you whisper back staring between him and the dying fire. He gets that goofy grin on your face and snaps his fingers.
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But I'm me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me,
"It's no better to be safe than sorry."
You grin back at him and kiss him deeply. There wasn’t anything wrong with it if this became ‘your song.’
PS: I got the translation to “I love you” off of the site http://www.sinleb.com/enochian/eng_trans.php so there’s that because as I was writing and researching I found from an Enochian dictionary here (I hope lmao, computer illiterate sometimes) that “olani hoath ol” does not compute. Love you all <3
A.N. This is for Bev’s Birthday Challenge; the Person, Place, Thing challenge. I apologize to Bev and everyone involved that it was so late. I didn’t really think about finals or work coming into play with the challenge and had a bit of a melt down. It’s not the greatest but it’s my first time really writing fan-fiction so here it is :/ There’s fluff and some angst in it.Trigger warning of depression, self harm and anxiety (reader has a panic attack). It’s fairly short but it is what it is I suppose. @chaos-and-the-calm67 #bevsbirthdaychallenge @xxturningsaintsintotheseaxx entry for the writing challenge. Lots of love. Again I’m very sorry it ended up being late and I’m sorry if it’s not all that good <3
My prompts were scarf and woods and I chose a Gabriel x reader self insert.
T.W. There are theme’s of self harm/anxiety/depression. You have been warned....
Word count: 1828
Characters: Gabriel x Reader, friendship with Sam and Dean
You pull on your soft leather jacket, pulling at the scarf underneath until you were sure the only way it would come off was by force. You let out a sigh looking into the full length mirror; which although was nice on occasion, you had thrown a fit when Sammy and Dean put it up to “make your room more girlish.” You let out a groan when you thought about being on an “outing” with the trickster; just the two of you. ‘He must have used his charms or wily ways to get me to say “yes.”’ You move to the door, hoping beyond hope that maybe somehow, something would come up with the boys that could get you out of this. Grocery shopping, a hunt, something.
As you near the library you could hear quite a ruckus thinking, ‘Gabriel must already be here.’ Sure enough out rang his boisterous laugh. You peek in just in time to see him ducking away from the couple of books Sam was throwing at him.
“Oh come on Samsquatch,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he tried reasoning with the younger of the boys. “You have to admit it was pretty funny!”
The floppy haired man shook his locks, “Only the first time, Gabriel.” And he threw another book at whiskey eyed angel who just disappeared. When he came back he was in the doorway next to you and even though he always smelled of candy you could swear you smelled something else on him. It reminded you of a hot toddy and you smile looking back at Sam. “Oh hey, y/n,” he said flipping his hair out of his face. He pushed his sleeves back. “You look....Nice.” Sammy sat back down at his laptop.
“Sammich...,” the warm voice beside you warned, “you hesitated.” Again you could hear the grin in his voice and as you look up at the angel (a good half foot taller than you), he winked at you with a glint in his eyes. He pulled you in front of him like a human shield and you couldn’t help but notice how the way his hands around your waist made your stomach do flips. But you push that thought aside and look at Sam.
You start fretting with your outfit playing again with your scarf. “It’s the scarf isn’t it? It’s too much like an ascot?” Dean steps in from the kitchen carrying only two plates of the leftover lasagna you had made the night before. Your “outing” with the trickster was definitely still on.
“Oh hey, y/n/n, you look cute today,” he said with a smile.
There was a very quiet chuckle by your ear. “The scarf is cute but where we’re going you won’t need the jacket over the flannel. It’s not going to be that cold.” You involuntarily shiver at the feel of his breath and the quietness of Gabriel’s usually echoing voice. A little louder he asked, “Ready to go cupcake?”
“Yeah; let me run back by my room real quick,” you replied. You walk at a quick pace, your dark sneakers making echoing thumps in the bunker’s empty halls. When you opened your door, Gabe was of course sitting there already on your bed. He had a red, presumably cherry, lollipop sticking out of his mouth. He just watches you intently as you remove your jacket and hang it back up on the coat rack by your closet. “Where are we going?” You ask, “Do I need to bring anything?”
He replies quickly, “Nope,” bringing the lollipop back to his mouth.
You hesitate, “okay. I need to use the restroom and then I’ll be ready.” You grab the small bag labeled toiletries. “Be out in a jiffy,” you add with a smile. As you sprint back to the bathroom, you ignore the growing frown on Gabriel’s face.
Your quick shallow breathing confirms the panic attack that’s been brewing since the morning. To calm yourself you get into your bag and hesitate before pulling out your favorite pocket knife. You only used it on yourself cause you didn’t want it to get ruined or lost during a hunt. You doubted the boys even knew you had one. With a quiet pre-relief you pull it across your thigh. Of course the bleeding was almost instant; it was a good pocket knife. You let it bleed for a moment and as the relief sets in you go about cauterizing the cut, not wanting to ruin your favorite jeans. You put everything away and splash cold water on your face already feeling much better. You force a small smile on your face as you open the door to your bedroom. “Good,” was all you said and Gabe took your hand, the act shocking you a moment. With a whoosh that also startled you, the two of you were in a clearing in some woods. Though it was overcast as Gabriel had said you weren’t cold without your jacket. You pull ahead of him, letting go of his big warm hand. As you looked about, you giggled in delight. You recognized where you were - it was the woods by where you had grown up; the only difference was there were no people or houses anywhere to be found and the monastery was missing. You turn around and take a good look at the man behind you.
He seemed to almost glow a golden hue as he asked, “You like?”
You run to him and give him the biggest hug. “I love!!”
He let out his boisterous laugh, “Good; now the only thing missing,” he paused and snapped his fingers, “is lunch.” He pointed to the clearing behind you where now lay a spread of all your favorite foods from when you were small on a soft brown blanket. You hadn’t notice Gabe move back up behind you and as you go to move towards your woodsy picnic, he grabbed you around your waist and put his head on your shoulder. “I’m glad you love it,” he says with his lips grazing your cheek. “I do my best to make you happy whether you notice or not.”
You ignore the last bit feeling a little guilty and a little too corny. “D’awwwwwww Gabriel! I don’t know why I was feeling so anxious earlier,” you let slip. “You’re too sweet!”
He kissed your cheek and let go of your waist, “Be free, Sugar,” he laughed pushing you toward the picnic.
As you guys ate you laughed and made small talk. You were still distracted by your earlier anxiety attack and you could tell Gabriel knew something was wrong. As the sun set, you started getting chilly. You tug once more at the scarf around your neck. Gabe grabbed the ends of it and gently tugged you onto his lap. He still smelled of hot toddies and you smiled softly. “Why don’t we go back to your room?” he asked sweetly. “I personally don’t want the day to end and I think we have a couple more serious things to talk about.” You had an idea but still slowly agreed.
With a snap of the angel’s fingers you were back in your room in the bunker - the boys were probably none the wiser. Gabriel was in a white t-shirt and jeans now and was sitting on your bed with legs crossed. You had ended up in the doorway and as you moved toward the golden eyed man you chanced a look into the mirror you so hated. You were in a cami and denim shorts - a shrunk down version of the angel’s outfit and you could see your scars both bright and faded on your thighs.
You look sadly up at the man sitting on your bed. “So now you know.”
“I’ve known for a while cupcake, I just didn’t want to say anything until you were ready. But it’s gone too far. Now that I had gotten you to agree to going on a date with me and you were still doing that I had to bring it up.”
You sit down across from him and bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them tight. “And?” You wanted him to scold you or yell at you. Anything but give you those beautiful and sad puppy eyes. “It helps. I’m sorry I turned to this but it’s helped for years and I don’t know anything different.”
Gabriel put his hands on your knees, “Do the boys know?”
“Nope.... And I’d like to keep it that way.” You frown. “Now what?”
“Well I was hoping that maybe I could help you,” he almost pleaded. “I really like you, y/n/n. A lot and I think you like me too. Your thoughts are definitely loud enough,” he chuckled. You blush and look away.
“I can’t make promises that I don’t know if I can keep,” you pause and take a deep breath. “But since I maybe like you a teeny tiny bit, “you emphasize by pinching two fingers together, “Maybe we can figure something out.”
“How about when you feel like hurting yourself you just pray to me, sugar?” He grabbed your scarf and caught it around your waist pulling you into his lap again.
You lean into his chest and hear his heart beating. You listen to it for a moment, tears creeping into your eyes. “I’ll try,” you whisper.
Gabriel gently pulled your chin up to look into y/e/c eyes. “That’s all I’m asking for, sweetheart.” With that he kisses your lips.
You smile and kiss him back. He laughs once again as you lean into his chest once more. “So can we tell the boys we’re dating then? I know at least one who’ll be just a little devistated.”
“What?” you laugh. “Sure. Maybe. I don’t know. What?”
“Nevermind, cupcake,” he holds you close. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”
You nod in agreement and mumble, “Whatever you say, Whiskey,” but you settle down into his arms and feel sleep tugging at your mind. ‘It’s been a long day but hey; I guess it hasn’t been all bad,’ you think as you drift away a smile edging at your lips.
