Also Sorry About All This I’m Having To Get Lehenga For Some Stuff With My Family And It’s Just Like

Okay so like little Drabble of a Gabriel x reader idea that eats away at my brain constantly. I definitely made up names for classes. I’m writing this before bed. It’s kind of a long Drabble and it might be bad.

Fem! Reader|Fluff| College au| I subscribe to the idea that Gabriel would call you food pet names| possibly bad|

Y/N sighs as she is setting up with him for movie night and since it was in her dorm tonight she was gonna pick the movie. Y/N picked “Evil Dead 2” since it was her favorite and it was gory but the gore was so bad you just had to laugh.

She watched as Gabriel put the snacks in bowls and made some popcorn. She didn’t know what came over her but she walked over to him and her heart raced a little as she looked at him. They were always jokingly flirty but she didn’t want to do any of that.

“Gabriel, I have this little problem. See I like a guy and he just can’t seem to get the hint” Y/N mumbled as she looked at him and leaned against the counter and rests her head on her palm. Gabriel looked at her and raised an eyebrow and smirks a little. “Why not just tell him?If he rejects you he’s an idiot. So don’t stress” He gives a lopsided grin.

Sadie giggled like a lovesick idiot as she looked and him and she put her head down. She took a moment “Hey Gabriel” she smiles as she grabbed some grapes he had put into a bowl. She doesn’t know about the way his face melted into the fondest look as she laughed before. She doesn’t get to see it because he goes back to paying attention to snacks before she speaks.

“Yes, Honey” He chuckles as he looks at her. She rolled her eyes at being called “Honey”. It was something stupid he had started calling her so they could mess with all their friends who made jokes about them. He would ham it up and call her all kind of food-related pet names.

“Ugh you have to call me that now” she laughs and rolls her eyes. She partly liked that it had bled into their regular conversations. She was not about to tell him that though.

Gabriel being who he is laughed as well as he nodded. “Of course I did. Now what do you need to tell me” He smirked a little and makes that mischievous smile he always seems to have on. She looked at him and considered, just for a moment, not telling him

“I like you…” She spoke softly. “And as you so eloquently put it, you’re an idiot if you reject me” she joked as she looked at him with hooded eyes. She watched as he seemed taken aback. It was obvious in a joking way as if he was pretending he hadn’t known about how she felt.

“I maybe got the hint after you started to only buy my favorite snacks for movie nights. It was too fun of an idea to just pretend to be oblivious. Plus you always got that cute pout when I was all oblivious. Plus it didn’t hurt that I like you too, Sweet Pea” he smiled at her.

The classic tale of man finds injured bird, man brings home bird to patch it up, bird turns out to be a were-bird creature, bird then imprints on man and won't leave Bird man creature kinda hot. Man considered sexuality and level of patience

Can more people please make Gabriel bots on C.ai OR EVEN BETTER PLEASE MAKE MORE GABRIEL FICS! I love him literally so much. I will die on the hill that I think he’s hotter then dean (not that he’s not pookie but still) I need more spn Gabriel fics! Also maybe someone give me fic recs

You ever just start writing and then mid sentence you get writers block

did i consume this piece of media or did this piece of media consume me

Forgive me but I’m catching up on Criminal Minds and oh my god?

Like I’m still recovering from the return of Jennifer “Mommy” Jareau and then they hit me with Tactical Daddy Hotch?

Someone fetch me some water ‘cause I’m gettin’ the vapors!

🫶🏼✨This is so adorable and perfect ✨🫶🏼

in between the lines - d.m

in which; gf!reader and derek have a quiet morning in

content; fluffy drabble!! non bau! reader (shocker ik), they’re so in love, affectionate teasing, that’s literally it!

a/n; drabbles are so not me but i feel like this was good where it was. i hope you’re all well!! kisses!!

wc; 0.7k

Sunlight softly cascading through the skylights in your bedroom awakens you, eyelashes fluttering softly against the pillow - once, twice, thrice - and then your eyes are all the way open. Instantly, you find out that there’s an empty space in the bed next to you when your hand meets the plump mattress rather than rigid muscle. What you had expected to find was your boyfriend laying next to you, preferably with an arm draped over your waist, yet there was nothing - no one - there.

Confused and still slightly disoriented, you sit up in bed with one hand still resting in the empty space next to you while the other wipes the sleep dust from your eyes. As the fog starts to lift from around your brain, providing the clarity needed to think, you recall today is his day off and it only makes the confusion worse. Being called in to work was always a possibility, but he tends to wake you up every time to say goodbye.

It’s only when the smell of coffee and cinammon sneaks its way through the doorway and into your nose that everything clicks; Derek’s not gone, he’s simply just making breakfast. At this new revelation, a soft grin makes its way onto your face as you stretch in bed before swinging your legs around the side of it. Your boyfriend isn’t away, he’s here with you, and that’s more than enough to get you up.

When you enter the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon only grows stronger - you figure if this was a cartoon, you’d be following the scent’s trail with a dreamy look on your face. A soft sizzling sound reaches your ears and on the counter next to the stove top are all of the ingredients for french toast.

Wrapping your arms around Derek’s mid-section, you speak, voiced laced with the rasp that only comes with early mornings, “What a mighty good man.” The Salt-N-Pepa reference earns a hearty chuckle from said mighty good man as he takes your arms away from his torso and turns to face you instead. Arms snake around your waist and soft lips find your forehead, planting a small kiss there while simultaneously smelling your hair.

“Freak,” you tease, grinning wholeheartedly.

“Oh, that’s the thanks I get, huh?”

“Mhm, you left me all alone in bed.”

“To make you breakfast, dumbass.”

“Oh, and now you’re insulting me? Worst boyfriend ever.”

He wants to kiss you to prove you wrong or follow that up with an equally teasing remark, but he’s also hyper aware of the french toast in the skillet, and you both know it. Your knowing is represented with a smug smirk while his is demonstrated through the shake of his head before he turns around and resumes cooking.

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Once breakfast has been made, the two of you sit on the couch in your living room, eating together in a calming silence. Songbirds can be heard ever so faintly through one of the open windows, almost a natural soundtrack - you like to think it’s for the pair of you. Especially on days like these. He has a day off and sure, you could go out on a date or head to the gym together, or renovate the new project he’s working on. Utilise the time rather than ‘waste’ it, but it’s the slow days you enjoy the most.

Since meeting Derek, your whole perception of love has changed. Rather than a big romantic gesture, or some amazing expensive date at an upscale restaurant, you’ve started to believe that true love lies in between the lines.

The simple silence that never asks nor wants to be filled by chatter. Legs intertwined with his on the couch. Breakfast that isn’t hurried with the burden of his work lingering in the background. Knowing you’ll both probably go and lay in bed for longer after this. Fleeting touches that somehow still manage to give you butterflies every time.

The soft noise of a fork clashing lightly against a plate draws you back from your reverie, head turning towards your boyfriend who’s just placed both of your dishes on the coffee table.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmur while leaning into his side, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Mhm,” kiss, “anything for you, princess.”

“I love you,” kiss, “So much, baby.”

“I love you, too, gorgeous.”

rip dean winchester you would've loved me