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Dadbriel is such a loser and I’m saying this in like the most affectionate way possible I love him
-🎶 anon
anythang for you, 🎶anon!!!! and it was super fun to write, i love when characters lie to themselves about their own stupidity!! gabriel is trying is best
Currently laughing my ass off at the concept of Gabriel teaching his nephilim daughter how to fly by dropping her from high surfaces (he taught Cas the same way billions of years ago)
-🎶 anon
well don’t mind if i do.. 😜
❀ DADBRIEL DRABBLE
— flight classes - req!
..gabriel is a very smart dad.
fem! reader, child! reader, reader is about four, gabriel is kinda sorta lying to himself, reader gets dropped a LOT, kinda hurt comfort, no use of y/n.
this is a good idea. this is a good idea, it must be. this is a good idea, because if it's not, then he's a dumbass. and, of course, gabriel is not a dumbass. not at all. that’s why he’s repeatedly dropping you from high places in hopes your instincts will kick in. okay, he’s not a complete idiot, he’s gonna catch you before you hit the ground! and anyway, it’s worked before, how do you think castiel learned to fly? your wings have finally come in after months of breaking the skin and gaining feathers, which was a part of his life he wishes to never repeat. not that you did anything wrong, but your wings coming in was a very painful process, leading to countless sleepless nights soothing you back to bed. but, finally, they grew in fully and now it’s time for you to fly! this is absolutely how this works.
“okay kiddo, you got this, yeah? make me proud.” he gave you an extra big hug and proceeded to drop you from the counter. your wings flap a little, but you can’t catch yourself in time, so he scoops you back up before you get hurt. you giggle at the adrenaline and ask to go again, so he does. the more times he does it, the more you get used to being caught and therefore, your wings stop responding to said adrenaline. gabriel is having fun, absolutely, he’s laughing and being over the top with how he tosses you about. but, he is noticing it. maybe he needs to drop you from higher? he doesn’t want you to cry, but this clearly isn’t working—
THUD.
“oh shit.” gabriel has done a bit of research(by that i mean he watched 3 tiktoks and got babyfever so gave up to play with you), so he’s pretty sure that if he acts calm, you’ll act calm too. he is sorely mistaken. as any child would, you are crying from your fall and looking at him with possibly the most betrayed look known to man. he is quick to pick you up, feeling as awful as you look betrayed. “hey, hey, kiddo, im sorry. im sorry. i got you, dad’s got you, its okay..” he rocks you, bouncing you on his hip until you calm down. you told him that you were sorry he wasn’t proud, and he replied: “dad’s always proud of you, kid. win or lose, im always gonna proud of my girl. okay?” he agrees not to play rough with you anymore.
upon further research, actual books this time instead of social media, he learns other ways of getting you to use your wings. they seem to be growing larger by the day, and yours are much bigger than his were when he was just a cherub, so he’s sure you’ll learn quickly. he finds that they respond to external stimuli, like air or water, so you two work on your motor skills a lot during and after bathtime. either way, he loves his daughter, and is more than willing to go at her pace.
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a/n: okay 🎶anon i actually passed out and woke up to find this on my google docs. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?? (/j) i got a huge burst of creativity to write this so even i don't know how i pulled this off
Holy shit you’re quick and so so so so amazing!!! Thank you so much, your stuff makes life worth living 🫂🫂🫂
(I would also kill and die for Hatsune Miku)
-🎶 anon
anytime 🎶anon!!! you keep sending in these requests and i'll keep doing em!!! im flattered that you like them so much :///D!! and yes. miku is live laugh and long for eternal release. you understand me.
Once again popping in for a request, this time it’s a little specific though :P
Could we get Castiel, when he went off the rails and became a god, with reader who is kind of a mother figure to him. Like maybe he comes to her for help, when he gets scared after his vessel starts to disintegrate and she’s “not mad, just disappointed” and tries to kinda both comfort and reprimand him?
Obviously, if you don’t enjoy this kind of thing, it’s totally okay! You should be having a fun time writing for this blog :)
- 🎶 anon
(Also question, are you named Gumi after the vocaloid?)
❀ CAS ONE SHOT
— love’s such an old fashioned word - req!
..godstiel is pissing reader off, but she loves him anyway.
fem! reader, maternal reader, godstiel, destiel mention if you squint, ellen and jo are alive and well, no use of y/n.
you were rudely awoken by knocking on the door. well, awoken is a little strong considering how unfruitful your rest has been as of late. cas has completely gone off the rails with his whole god arc, collecting these things inside of him. you at one point were sure he was doing it to help people, but lately.. he’s just been so different. he doesn’t act how your cas does, clumsy and more than a little lost when it comes to earth. instead, he’s arrogant. good lord, he’s been arrogant. you caught it immediately, the second he told you to, quote: “kneel down and profess your love unto him”, you knew something was wrong. sure, castiel had been, at a time, overly righteous in his pursuits of what he believed to be god’s will, but he’d changed. you and sam and dean had bore witness to it. he’d realized the errors in god’s supposed plan and that god was really nowhere to be found. he’d chosen humanity, even fallen in love with it. that was why it was so odd to watch the way he had been currently acting. it was just so jarringly out of character.
another, louder, knock came from your door. likely sam or dean, as they were the only ones who knew about the cabin ellen was loaning you. you had just needed a break from it all, needed a break from hunting, from worrying. of course, the latter never actually came. but you hoped maybe a get away would at least help. you trudged down the hall, grabbing your robe on the way there and slipping it on. you were in no mood to deal with the brothers, but you knew they’d only come to you if it were an emergency. but, god, when did they ever not have emergencies? you were more of a babysitter than a hunter with those two. not that you minded, they needed someone in their lives who didn’t throw them to wolves when things got too hard, but they still had an extraordinary ability to get themselves into danger at each and every turn. you swung the door open.
“hello?” came castiel’s raspy and exhausted sounding voice. “i need your help.” he wouldn’t meet your eyes.
that was not sam nor dean. you hadn’t seen cas since he’d gone god mode, and you didn’t think he’d wanted anything to do with any of you since he’d virtually dropped of your radar. and why was he here? it wasn’t that you didn’t want him there, but you were confused as to why. why here instead of with dean, considering their whole ‘profound bond’ thing. then, you noticed it. he had red sores across his face, almost looking like burns. jesus christ, what had he done now? and just like that, any animosity you had held for him was gone. you had always felt maternal towards him, treating him as more of a lost puppy then a fearsome angel of the lord. and in return, he treated you as a mother duck. he followed you around and relied on you when he need help understanding human things that eluded him. you didn’t mind. and now, here he was, at your doorstep, asking for help.
“come in.” you caved. of course you did! what kind of a mother would turn him away? but that wasn’t to say you weren’t upset with him. going behind your backs? making deals with crowley? his general attitude over the past days? yeah, you’d be having a talk with him. but for now, he needed help, and that would be dealt with first.
he looked up, meeting your gaze with an almost childlike look of gratitude on his face. it was clear that he wasn’t expecting such hospitality. in any other scenario, you would have smiled.
you ushered him in, sitting him on your couch as you kneeled before him. you ran a thumb over the inflamed skin on his face. “cas, what are these? burns?” you reached for the first aid kit you kept in the living room, looking for burn cream.
“these are.. side effects. this vessel wasn’t designed to hold the amount of entities it has inside it.” he’s abandoned the idea of not looking at you, and faces you head on.
you handed him the burn cream. “put this on the burns.” you shook your head in exasperation. “god, cas. what’s gotten into you lately?” you muttered this question, not intending to get answer, but, of course, he did anyway. that was the most castiel-like thing he’d done in a while.
“leviathans. but, if you’re referring to my behavior, i’m not entirely sure what you mean. i am a better god than my father, i’ve done more for humanity in two days than he’s done in a millenia. i deserve the same reverence.”
you looked up from the scars on his arm, you’d been treating them. cas would never say something like that, and honestly? it pissed you off. “this is what i’m talking about. you talk about love like it’s a transaction. like people are required to love you. love is earned, cas. and some people’s love is harder to earn than others. violence and destruction can only go so far if you want to make a positive difference, and especially if you want meaningful positive difference.”
“but—” he tried to intervene, but you didn’t let up.
“don’t you lose your temper with me, young man.” suddenly, you’ve forgotten that you’re talking to a creature that’s over 400 billion years old. “it takes time, a lot of time, and it’s selfish to expect the kind of change you’re talking about in the timeframe you’ve given literally all of humanity.”
the room falls silent with a tension neither of you want to break. then, you pick up the bandages and continue to care for the wounds of his arms. his gaze falls to where your hand work deftly. he tilts his head in his signature manner, and it’s almost enough to make you soften completely.
“then why?”
“why what?”
“why are you helping me? i’ve betrayed your trust, betrayed the trust of your loved ones, killed countless people and hurt even more. and yet, you’re helping me, even giving me a place to stay. why would you do that?”
you sighed. you could tell him you didn’t know or tell yourself that you were doing for the sake of self preservation, but you knew neither of those things were true. “because you chose us, chose humanity in the face of heaven. so, i’m choosing you back. and because you’re family. you do know what being a family means, don’t you?”
he hummed to himself, a brief noise of acknowledgement that told you he had heard you but was figuring out the wording of his reply. “i think so. though, you and the winchesters had proven my original assumption to be incorrect. but i think.. i think you get to decide who your family is.”
“that’s right.” you finished the bandages on his arm and put away the supplies you’d used. “now, i’m gonna make you dinner and you get some rest. then we’ll work on figuring out your vessel, okay?”
he nodded, looking around at the space he’d be staying in. just as you got up to start on the food, he called your name. you turned to face him.
“thank you for letting me be a part of your family.” and finally, you smiled. a warm, easy smile, like it belonged there.
“it wasn’t a hard choice.”
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a/n: hi 🎶 anon!!!! okay, so it got a little bit more emotional than i expected but i think it came out really well overall!! and as for your question, i actually got my name off of pinterest, and the thought hadn't crossed my mind that gumi and i share a name, which is insane because i LOVE vocaloids!!! call me crazy but i would do anything for hatsune miku, i live, breathe, and will die for miku. anyways i hope you liked it!!! love you! gummi out!
..when he needed it most, you gave him more strength than any god.
fem! reader, reverse hurt comfort, angst kinda, blood, postmodeus gabriel, reader is about eight which i know doesn’t logically make sense but we’re pretending nephilims age differently, winchesters are also here and have no idea what to do with kids, canon divergent, i probably got some stuff wrong, no use of y/n.
when gabriel first gets back from asmodeus, cas wants to keep you away from him. he has a few reasons. firstly, gabriel has been completely unresponsive thus far and he doesn't want you to see your father in such a way. secondly, he has no way of knowing how gabriel will react to seeing his daughter after seven years of being apart. he knows that you’ve missed your father dearly, you’ve had repeat nightmares about it and before you were old enough to understand, you would always ask where he was. it didn’t help his own grief over losing his brother. over the years, cas made sure that you knew he wasn’t your father, and that gabriel would be there if he only could. he thought the distinction was important. but he ran into an unprecedented issue. you somehow knew your father was there. he thought it best not to tell you that your dad was back, but one night..
“uncle cas, when can i see my dad?” you innocently asked, fiddling with his hand. he didn't move for 30 seconds. how had you found out about gabriel? he hadn't told you anything, and he’d sworn sam and dean to secrecy. it didn't matter at the moment, currently, he has to get you to bed while simultaneously trying to get your father off your mind.
once he finally gets you to sleep, he immediately storms into the war room. “what did you tell her?” he demands of the two hunters, who seem genuinely confused. “tell who what?” dean asks, despite knowing you were the only girl in the bunker. sam winces and cas catches it immediately.
“sam.” the sheer exasperation in cas’ voice was enough to make sam crack.
“okay, i read that, in the lore, a nephilim can sense when their angel parent is nearby.” as he says this, he feels almost as guilty as he looks.
“and you didn't think to tell us that?” dean shouts. sam somehow looks even more guilty. “look, i wasn't sure it was true, and i didn't want to treat it as fact if i didn't know.” he runs his hand through his hair. “and i didn't want it to stop us from taking care of gabriel, or worse, her.”
cas sighs. “you should've told us. we know so little about nephilims, we should be taking any information into consideration. and as for her and gabriel.. i’m beginning to think she's our best bet at getting him to respond. maybe this is for the better.” the room settles into a contemplative silence, no one wanting to break it, but all of them knowing the conversation wasn't over. what finally broke the quiet was the sound of furniture scraping against the ground.
all three men turned their heads in the direction of the noise. they were all thinking the same thing.
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“hello?” gabriel registers a small voice from the entrance to his room. his eyes track the movement, although he makes no attempt at verbally replying. until he recognizes the voice.
you walk in and suddenly, he feels a wave of emotion. guilt, anger, sadness, fear.. but most importantly, love. there was his baby, so grown up. how many years had he missed? how many birthdays, christmases? you looked so different from when he'd last seen you. the last time he saw you, you were wearing a dress you'd refused to take off and fell asleep in. it was any ordinary day. you ate breakfast, lunch, dinner, he’d been trying to get you to eat more greens. he put you down for bed after giving up on getting you to change. you were in your crib, and he stood over you, watching your chest rise and fall as you rested. he had a dopey grin on his face. you looked so at peace. now.. you were so much older. maybe 8? you had a full head of hair now, and you’d grown up healthy and strong by the looks of it. you’d eaten your greens. you stood in pajamas, holding a plushie in your hands. a bird. one of many he'd gotten you before everything. what he wouldn't give to have been able to play with you and been the one to pick out your clothes and dolls.
he's been flinching away from anyone who approaches, but he doesn't when you get closer. he must look so foreign to you, he thinks. he hasn't seen you since you were one year old and he heavily doubts you remember that. even if you do, he looks completely different. he's covered head to toe in dried blood, fresh blood, dirt, sweat, and tears. yet, you don't hesitate. despite everything, he's sure you know he's your father. you stare at him for a moment, your guileless eyes a stark contrast to his sunken ones.
then, you pull your sleeve up and begin to wipe away the grime on his face. you’ve climbed into his lap, and for once, he doesn't fight it. he doesn't pull you any closer, but he isn't afraid like he has been. your little hand is impossibly gentle as you clean up his face. he raises a shaky hand to your cheek. without ever once stopping in your motions, you reply. “it's okay, daddy.”
and he cries. it's hard to tell with all the stuff on his face, but he is definitely crying. hearing you not even hesitate to call him that after everything is overwhelming. the winchesters have cleaned his previously stitched up mouth, but he hasn't said a word. until now.
“i’m sorry.” his voice is so raspy and raw that it's hard to make out, but again, you don't even flinch.
“it's okay, daddy.” you repeat, now satisfied with your work. you let your hands fall to your sides and curled up against his chest. he doesn't stop you. instead, he stays up all night just watching you. even when his brother comes to check on you and him, his eyes never leave you. for the first time in seven years, he feels whole again.
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a/n: this was greatly inspired by the dad gabriel headcanons so thank you 🎶 anon!! also, it was inspired by that one scene in hope, its a k drama that made me cry. mainly, i wanted to write something that was about how his child would react to the whole asmodeus thing, so i hope i did it justice:)
Hi!!! This is the anon that requested dad Gabriel :)
Just wanted to pop in and say that I loved it so much it’s the best thing in the world to me, you’re amazing 🙏 I’m so honoured to be your first request, that’s crazy!
Was wondering, if I could be “🎶 anon”, as I’m definitely planning to frequent your requests ;)
AHHHHH YES!!! HI! im so glad you liked it!!!! you can absolutely be 🎶 anon, im so happy to have one of these!!! you're so peak for that!!! :DDD
..my first request ever, i really hope i did it justice!!
gn! reader, platonic, reader is about four years old, uncle cas, dad! gabriel, no use of y/n.
٠࣪.✦➤ to say the very least, gabriel is incredibly tired. he wasn't even aware angels could be this tired.
٠࣪.✦➤ there's three day old spit up on his shirt, feathers in his hair, and he hasn't left the house in weeks.
٠࣪.✦➤ as much as he wants to, he doesn't drop you off with cas as much as he could. he wants to be there for you as much as he can and, though he hates to admit it, he does kinda feel bad that he just dumps you there with no warning.
٠࣪.✦➤ but it doesn't matter. you're still the sweetest baby in the darn universe, and he loves you. parenting is just hard.
٠࣪.✦➤ like any other child, you don't enjoy eating your greens, so he's having to find ways to make it more palatable to you.
٠࣪.✦➤ after countless failures, he finds that you will drink carrot juice. carrot juice. he doesn't care how ridiculous it sounds, it's a win.
٠࣪.✦➤ he's been getting better at that, taking a win no matter how small. he feels a little ridiculous, but it's more fun this way.
٠࣪.✦➤ he is a huge pushover when it comes to you, it's super hard to say no to you.
٠࣪.✦➤ it doesn't help that he's an archangel with near unimaginable power. anything you want, he can give you with a snap of his fingers.
٠࣪.✦➤ he knows how important it is to teach your kid about needs versus wants and yada yada, but he really doesn’t like saying no to you.
٠࣪.✦➤ it also doesn’t help that you’ve been spending a lot of time with your uncle cas. you’ re slowly but surely picking up on his puppy eyes and bring them back home to your dad.
٠࣪.✦➤ he both loves and hates your puppy dog eyes. they’re simultaneously the most adorable thing he’s ever seen and the most lethal weapon you have against him.
٠࣪.✦➤ okay, technically that isnt the most lethal weapon you have.
٠࣪.✦➤ your powers are starting to come in and it's simultaneously exhausting and terrifying.
٠࣪.✦➤ you once set a book on fire by staring at it too hard. being that he is an archangel, he was able to put it out fairly smoothly, but he is still completely scared.
٠࣪.✦➤ i imagine that nephilims wings coming in is a lot like teething, they have to break the skin to come out at first, then they can learn how to keep them hidden.
٠࣪.✦➤ your teething phase was basically a more advanced version of hell. he hated having to watch how the skin of your back grew red and irritated as the bones of your wings came in.
٠࣪.✦➤ you would cry and cry, and he would do his best grace-wise to help with the pain, but there was only so much he could do.
٠࣪.✦➤ when they were fully out, he was surprised right off the bat by the wingspan alone. you were barely four, and your wings were fit for children double your age.
٠࣪.✦➤ then again, you are a nephilim and there are only, what, three of those in existence? maybe it’s normal for them.
٠࣪.✦➤ speaking of your wings, he just adores them. the downy feathers that make them up and how oversized they are on you, its all so precious to him.
٠࣪.✦➤ he is your dad, so it’s only natural that he worries about you on a frequent basis, but one worry is recurring.
٠࣪.✦➤ he has a recurring nightmare that you end up in a ring of holy fire, and since you don’t know what it does to angels, you try to cross it and die.
٠࣪.✦➤ another nightmare he has is that heaven finds out about your existence and tries to hunt you down. that one is especially hard for him. all his brothers and sisters working together in a joint effort to take away his child is something that will never not scare him.
٠࣪.✦➤ after these dreams, he’ll go find you in your room and give you a big hug, usually with tickles involved.
٠࣪.✦➤ you wake up, none the wiser of his nightmare, giggling and swatting at his hands while you squeal at him to stop.
٠࣪.✦➤ he feels a little bad about disrupting your rest, but he convinces himself that it’s worth it if he can be reassured that you’re the same bright eyed, beautiful, and unharmed child you’ve always been.
٠࣪.✦➤ as you grow, you recognize that something is definitely upsetting him when he comes to visit you in the night. but if you ever asked about it, he’ll deny it until his grave.
٠࣪.✦➤ speaking of not that, your uncle cas is getting more and more used to child care now that he’s been spending more time with you.
٠࣪.✦➤ he’s not very good at initiating games or starting conversations beyond basic stuff like good mornings and small talk, but you are.
٠࣪.✦➤ if you want to play games or have tea parties, you’re more than happy to explain the rules and teach him how to play. that, and dean is surprisingly good at interacting with children, so you two get along quickly.
٠࣪.✦➤ sam didn’t know what to do when gabriel left you there, so he mostly stayed out of you and cas’ way.
٠࣪.✦➤ but like any good leech(or in this case, infuriatingly charming nephilim) you slowly wore him down and he now actively hangs out with you when you get dropped off.
٠࣪.✦➤ drop off time and pick up time are either super easy, because you’ve fallen asleep, or..
٠࣪.✦➤ once, you threw a huge tantrum because you didn’t want to leave. Gabriel had no idea what to do. on the one hand, he liked having cas as your babysitter and wouldn’t mind letting you stay a few more hours or even staying the night. on the other hand, he doesn’t want you to get in the habit of getting what you want from throwing fits.
٠࣪.✦➤ so, he compromises with you. maybe you can stay a little longer next time, but you still have to leave.
٠࣪.✦➤ it felt pretty good to not immediately give in, and he hopes his efforts aren’t in vain.
٠࣪.✦➤ all in all, gabriel is still covered in three day old baby spit up and an ungodly number of feathers, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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a/n: hi anon!! i just wanna say thank you for being my first request! i really hope this was wha you were looking for, and that you enjoyed it! love you! gummi out
Hi there! Saw your requests were open and wondered if we could get more of dad boyfailure Gabriel, because that’s genuinely the best concept ever and I can’t get it out of my head ever since your post about spn dads!!! Your writing is so scrumptious 🗣️
hello anon. YOURE MY FIRST REQUEST OMG!!!!! you can ABSOLUTELY get dad boyfailure gabriel, im so glad im not the only person obsessed with this concept.
okay im stupid i have no idea how tumblr works and thought this was a draft.
— “i’m sensing.. you're in love with me.” part one
..shawn spencer x reader headcanons because the psych fandom can and will be fed if i have anything to say about it.
gn! reader, childhood friends to lovers, age varies for reader, no size, race, or gender mentioned for reader, no use of y/n.
: ̗̀➛ you first met shawn and gus when you were still in diapers. your moms were friends and got pregnant around the same time.
: ̗̀➛ you went to the same elementary school, middle school, and high school.
: ̗̀➛ yeah, your parents really pushed you into being friends. something about how ‘every good cop has connections’, but your friendship wasn't based on that. it was based on all the other stuff that made friends worth having.
: ̗̀➛ it was based on walking home together after school, staying up too late on the phone, inside jokes, and a weird dash of the 'person next door’ trope.
: ̗̀➛ when shawn was about ten, he had a conversation with gus where he said he had quote unquote ‘dibs’ on you should it come to that.
: ̗̀➛ but when you were getting ready to go to college, he told you he wasn't going.
: ̗̀➛ you and gus tried to change his mind, telling him how smart he was and that he shouldn't waste his talents on dead end gigs.
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“shawn, come on.” you pleaded. gus had long since gone to bed, needing his 'beauty sleep’ to go visit Pomona with his family. you were leaving tomorrow, bags packed and at the door. but even then, you still refused to drop it after everything. “you got a 100 on the DET like three years ago, you know how hard that is? go to detective school and do something with it.” you were practically pleading by now. you couldn't let him throw his life away like that. and for what? lack of commitment? shawn was better than that, you knew it and he knew it too.
“i dunno, bug.” he twirls around to face you, infuriatingly calm. you barely resist the urge to roll your eyes. ‘bug’ is a nickname he's called you for many, many years. you were annoyed by it at first, but eventually got used to it when he never relented. he continued. “i’m just not the geeky college type, i’ll leave that to you and gustopher.”
you realize he's no closer to giving in than he was two hours ago and start to feel your resolve weakening. “please. if not for yourself, do it for me.”
“never thought i’d hear you begging for me, yeesh. or i guess, not like this.” he snorted. he crossed his arms and shook his head. “look, it's not like i’m not going anywhere. i've got a gig lined up, i'll be fine—”
“and where's that gonna go?” you demanded, closing the distance between the two of you. “and the one after that? and the one after that? shawn, you know they're going nowhere!” you had begun to shout, eyes locked onto him. you took a deep breath and lowered your voice. “you know this is the last you'll see of me? i’ll be at the airport tomorrow before you wake up.”
“i know.” he agreed, voice more serious than you'd heard it in awhile. “im gonna miss you, buggy.” you stared at him for a few seconds before sighing softly. you were tired, it was nearly three in the morning and you had to be at the airport in just a few hours. you went for the door, but lingered in the entrance.
“see you around, shawn.”
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: ̗̀➛ and then you were off, and out of his life.
: ̗̀➛ and then gus left.
: ̗̀➛ and then it was just him.
: ̗̀➛ he tried to fill the void with women he didn't care for, but none of them were ever you. even so, he convinced himself that he was over you.
: ̗̀➛ then, when he found out gus was working as a pharmaceutical rep in santa barbara, he started his ‘lying to police about being a psychic and opening a psychic detective agency’ gig. —he's working on the name.
: ̗̀➛ he was sure that he would be found out eventually, but he had made it this far, and it would be fun while it lasted at least. plus, he had quite a few cases under his belt by then and had made a fairly impressive name for himself.
: ̗̀➛ he was walking through the precinct, mind half occupied with a case and half occupied with whatever he and gus were talking about. he was just reaching the main area when—
: ̗̀➛ oh.
: ̗̀➛ suddenly, you of all people were standing right in front of him in the SBPD bullpen.
: ̗̀➛ okay, maybe not right in front of him, you were getting water a few feet away.
: ̗̀➛ but just like that, all the feelings he thought he buried years ago were back with a vengeance.
: ̗̀➛ the first thing he thought of was how good you still looked, standing there after so many years.
: ̗̀➛ you were so familiar and yet so different, years of college and apparently police school would do that to a person. but you wore it incredibly well. you were still drop dead gorgeous.
: ̗̀➛ the second thing he thought of was that you knew. you knew he wasn't a psychic, and more importantly, you knew him. you wouldn't buy it if he tried to lie to you.
: ̗̀➛ but then again, he had no idea how long you'd been here, and he would've gotten fired before he even got inside if you'd told anyone. plus, even if you'd somehow managed to avoid hearing about him when you'd gotten back to santa barbara, there was no way someone hadn't told you about him by now.
: ̗̀➛ so, you knew and you hadn't said anything. why?
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“hey, bug.” he says casually, as though it hasn't been nearly a decade since you've seen each other. he gets himself a mug of coffee, pretending like he didn't burn his tongue when he immediately took a sip.
you turned around, surprised. “well, hello, psychic.” you replied, trying to seem annoyed, but you can't quite hide how happy you are to see him again.
he winces at the obvious disbelief in your voice, but doesn't miss a beat in his reply. “you didn't tell me you were back in santa barbara.”
“didn't think i needed to. i thought you were still doing that ‘traveling the world’ thing.”
he shrugs, grinning through the taste of the battery acid coffee in the station. “oh, i was. did all the usual, fought zombies, bought the mona lisa, found the cure to cancer, you know. i guess you could say im settling in.” he checks his nails like he just got them done.
“exciting.” you deadpan, entirely uninterested in his so called escapades. “i didn't know there was such a thing as a psychic detective.”
“head psychic detective.” he corrects you. you want to punch him in the face. well, you always kind of want to punch shawn in the face. but that's besides the point. he's clearly dodging the question. at the same time, you understand why he's doing it. you're in the middle of a police department, a police department he works for. saying anything about his non-clairvoyance puts him at risk of losing his job. you shake your head, never quite sure how he's managed to pull another one of his antics off. “say, bug, it's been a while. how about we catch up?” and just like that, shawn spencer had wormed his way back into your life.
•••
: ̗̀➛ okay, maybe he didn't get the answers he wants just yet, but he has a plan.
: ̗̀➛ he'll rope you into whatever case he's on, get you laughing just like old times, see your pretty smile, loosen you up so you'll be willing to talk more.
: ̗̀➛ and maybe, just maybe, you'll keep his secret.
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a/n: first psych post!!!! i know im a little heavy handed on the supernatural side of my writings, but psych does and always will have a special place in my heart. anyway, i lovelovelove shawn spencer, and i can't wait to write part two of this!! i hope you like the change in format, it lets me expand on the stuff i want to with having to write a whole one shot. love you! gummi out
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..so they might be a little more obsessed than they let on
gn! reader, obsession, stalking, blood, bisexual dean winchester, winchester reader for gabriel and crowley ONLY, no mentions of age, size, or color for reader, no use of y/n.
sam
meeting and subsequently falling for sam winchester was the easiest thing you've ever done. loving him was just so effortless. it was for him too, but not to the same degree. he's never felt like this about anyone before, and he recognizes it. meeting you was like letting the sun in after years of looking at a boarded window. your voice, your laugh, your eyes, your smile, everything that made you yourself was just perfect to him. if cas was an angel, you were a god. you have no flaws in his eyes, any issues you have are just more perfections. he was half convinced he was hexed or cursed, and maybe he was, but he stopped caring when he was around you. at first, sam is surprised by how violent he wants to be when other people try to flirt with you. once, a man winked at you and he felt like ripping his eyelid off. but he adapts, he finds ways to make it normal. and yet, you've worked cases with him where he's been excessively violent with the creature if you happened to be bait. when you asked if he was okay, he responds: “it was just to protect you.” dean notices too, but for all the wrong reasons. he only remembers sam being this torn up over jess and thinks sam is experiencing puppy love all over again. so, naturally, he wants to wingman. and for (one of)the first time(s), sam lets him. the idea of you being bait in the first place is something he hates, by the way. in his eyes, you shouldn't be bait for anyone or anything aside from him. but he also gets it to a degree. if you're this much of a temptation to him, then it's no wonder monsters can't resist you either. it's made worse by the fact that he isn't aware of your feelings for him. he can't do anything about it, you're not his partner. yet. eventually you'll come to understand that the only person who won't leave you is him. for now though, he can wait.
dean
dean fully believes he's under a spell of some kind. lately, he can't seem to get you off of his mind. that, under normal circumstances, would be pretty sweet of him, but this is far from normal. when i say he can't get you off his mind, i mean he actually can't. everything somehow ties back to you. a necklace reminds him of how you get yours tangled together. an old book cover reminds him of your hair color. a tissue box reminds him of when he handed you one while you cried after a bad hunt. he feels like he's going insane over it, and it doesn't help that his endless searching yields zero results. when you first met dean, you kind of thought he was an asshole. he openly flirted with anything that had legs and seemingly didn't care about the losses of being a hunter. now, dean doesn't tell you what he's looking for, but seeing him so wrapped up and looking so serious was starting to change your mind about the guy. he does care, clearly, since he seems to be putting his heart and soul into whatever case he's researching for. maybe it's just harder to reach that part of him. so yeah, you've caught feelings. dean, of course, is oblivious to it. he's big on 'platonic’ affection, he wants to have a claim on you before you're even together. he’ll give you hugs after hunts, hold your hand when it's cold, even cuddle when you get nightmares. he insists it's all platonic, even tells himself that. but we both know it's not. he's subconsciously trying to make sure no one gets any ideas about you. if someone sees him holding your hand and giving you hugs, they’ll leave you alone. and since dean's thrown himself headfirst into finding a cure, his affections have only gotten worse. he always has to have an arm around you or a hand on you somewhere. he's been asking you to spend more time with him lately, saying he needs your help(which is hard when you have no idea what he's looking for). but in all honesty, he's just doing it so you don't spend time with other people. people who aren't so deranged and desperate. but you don't have any plans for that. you can certifiably say that you love him, so your only reason for leaving is to return with coffee or more books.
gabriel
he has known about your existence for a very long time. of course he has, he is the archangel who’s widely associated with childbirth. but you, the plan for your birth stuck out to him. for some reason, he felt drawn to you, lured in. so, naturally, he's been tracking your bloodline for centuries. always ensuring every little detail worked out so you could be brought into the world. ever since your ancestors met, he's been waiting for the day you would come along and make him complete. it's no easy task, you know. every time someone important to your lineage met or fell in love, he wanted to be there. he got so anxious about it, everything needed to be perfect. if anything is even slightly off, it could cost him his most precious gift, you. he's spent so much time with the cherubs, obsessing over your grandparents meeting and your parents being perfect for each other. or at least for a little while. it doesn't matter for very long, only enough to make sure you were sure to arrive. and when you did arrive? he was there. he's always been there. how he wished he could've held you before you left. how he wished he could've held you before the most perfect creation on the face of the planet slipped away. but he's far from done. his new goal is to make sure nothing and nobody hurts you. it's just his luck that you become a hunter. any demon (or any monster period) only gets so far before he significantly weakens their strength. other hunters call you a good luck charm, but there's no luck involved. just an archangel who can't afford to lose his human, just gabriel. and gabriel just can't wait to meet you.
crowley
you are an enigma to him. one of the few things he hadn't anticipated for. he feels drawn to you in a way he's never experienced before. to him, you're everything right about the world, everything he's the opposite of. in a word, perfect. and crowley’s never believed in perfect. it's even worse because you were raised by hunters, have brothers who are hunters. some would say your brothers are the hunters. it's too much of a risk to talk to you, you know what he is. for a while, he hid in the shadows, keeping any possible suitors away from you. as far as he's concerned, you're already his. he has a claim on you, and considering he's the king of hell, any demon that thinks they have a chance is insane. but then you spoke with him. just briefly. just a formality. well, it was supposed to just be a formality. but you were there, in front of him, talking to him, acknowledging him. and suddenly he can't wait anymore. he kissed your hand and had to hold himself back from doing more. he talks to you as frequently as he can without seeming like he's following you(he is). and slowly but surely, his charm is working on you. he knows how charismatic he can be, and he has no hesitation about laying it on thick. little does he know, it's actually working. despite your brother's repeated warnings, you can't seem to resist this smooth talking man. and anyway, everyone else you've shown interest has ended badly. as early as the first dates, they’ve ghosted you without a trace. this, for the first time, seems to be going really well. and you feel like you have to take that chance before it's too late. for now though, it can wait. after all, you're not sure your brothers can take it and you sorta like the attention he keeps giving you. crowley tells himself it will only be a matter of time. he doesn't know how right he is.
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a/n: this was really fun to write, especially gabriel's part, i just had a blast!! part two will be out soon i hope, and mayhaps a part three? i don't know but i really like this concept!!! love you! gummi out!
HOLY SHITTINGS. where do you people come from?!?! i'm really starting to feel like a member of this little community. thank you for all the love, but most of all, thank you for reading stupid stuff i wrote 🩷
