The most handsome dork in this galaxy.
I took this picture, I think it turned out good. Well, there is no way of looking bad if you’ve got the best model ever. Yeah I know I’m sappy Gabe, I’m entitled to be!
It all started in your dreams months ago. Looking at Gabriel now, you can’t help but think back to your old, naive life. Thinking about it was like reminiscing on a vacation you’d seen in a movie.
As you watched Gabriel’s mouth move and the apologies spilled out like a waterfall, you can’t help your focus shifting. The words hit your ear but don’t register in your mind. You watch the way his mouth moves and it reminds you of when he’d used to tell dumb jokes that had you laughing all day.
His eyes twitch amusedly, his eyebrow quirking up.
You narrow yours, puzzled.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
These were the first words you’d heard come out of his mouth in the last few minutes of your daydreaming.
You press your lips together, humming a low note under your breath.
“Not really,” you shrug.
The whole thing seems pointless to you. Anger, lying, betrayal, they all had nothing against pure joy. The world was so messed up and for what reason?
Gabriel had only wanted you safe, and despite his deceit, you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. Fighting and holding grudges were just too exhausting any more.
Gabriel’s features turn softer and less mischievous. His mouth opens again as you try focusing on the words.
“I really am sorry, Y/n,” the sentence falls from his lips with such self-hatred and resentment that it’s hard to not apologize yourself.
“I know,” you whisper, catching a glimpse of the glimmering wetness in his eyes.
Gabriel glances up from the floor to you. He was afraid, you could tell. Afraid of your anger, afraid of not being able to fix his wrongs, afraid of losing you.
“Still love me?” He grins slightly, mouth twitching upwards.
The next few moments are torturous for both of you. Gabriel not knowing your answer, despite his outward wavering confidence. And you, wondering whether to let his one mistake decide both of your lives.
You feel the deep pressure of your heart pumping throughout your body. The steady beat calms you and gives you a moment of clarity.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling Gabriel’s torso into yours. You press your forehead against his, wiping away a stray tear that falls down his cheek with your thumb.
Gabriel’s bright golden orbs gaze into yours. He’s shaking, if only a little bit, from worry.
“I’ll always love you, doofus,” you mumble, feeling the breath of Gabriel’s sharp exhale on your face.
You grin, moving your head so that your chin is leaning on his shoulder, hugging him properly.
His weight shifts as you press into him; he’s holding you steady, his hands firmly planted on your waist.
Gabriel made his mistakes, and both of you knew that. All that mattered now was now.
Your past, though altered and rearranged, did not define you. And Gabriel’s didn’t define his, either.
Imagine fighting with Gabriel, where you both end up making a list of all the people you’ve ever loved.
Word Count: 346 words
Author’s Note: Based on a full house episode!
Stupid angel, I’ll prove you wrong, you think.
Fighting with Gabriel wasn’t easy.
Sure, you loved the trickster, but every couple had arguments.
“Fine! Make a list of all the people you have ever loved, and we’ll see who has more!” You yell, stomping out of the room.
Making it into the room you shared with Gabe, you plopped down on the bed and grabbed a paper and pencil. Better start now.
“Hm, there was Zach, and Brendan.” You mutter, writing down the names of every single man you had ever dated.
Soon, your list covered half the page and you sighed.
“He’s an archangel. His list has to be 5 pages long!”
With a groan, you come up with the best fake names you could think of. Eventually, going to Sam and Dean to ask for names.
You sat on the mattress in your room, nervously chewing on a pen. The door swings open and the trickster strolls in, with the longest piece of paper you’ve ever seen.
“Here, Y/N.”
He smiles, handing the paper to you.
The paper crinkles in your hands as you read through it.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. How many Y/Ns did you date?!” You exclaim, staring at the words on the paper.
“Only one.” Gabriel whispers, sitting down on the bed next to you. No words escape your mouth as you gape at him.
“I love you.” You grin, leaning to press your lips against his.
The angel pulls away slightly and motions toward your list.
“How about yours?” He asks, a small smirk forming on his face.
“Uh-that doesn’t matter.” You mumble, kissing him roughly, holding the paper out of his reach.
“Y/N..” He mouths against your lips, hand grabbing for the item as his other hand lays on your waist.
“Gabe, it doesn’t matter. I love you now. No other person will change that.” You confess, hoping he would forget the paper in your hand.
Not that you didn’t mean it.
“Love you too. But I still wanna see that list, sweetheart.”
ALMOST THREE YEARS OLD THIS THING IS WAT WHAT KIND OF 15 YR OLD WAS I
It all started in your dreams months ago. Looking at Gabriel now, you can’t help but think back to your old, naive life. Thinking about it was like reminiscing on a vacation you’d seen in a movie.
As you watched Gabriel’s mouth move and the apologies spilled out like a waterfall, you can’t help your focus shifting. The words hit your ear but don’t register in your mind. You notice the way his lips open and it reminds you of when he’d used to tell dumb jokes that had you laughing all day.
His eyes twitch amusedly, his eyebrow quirking up.
You narrow yours, puzzled.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
These were the first words you’d heard come out of his mouth in the last few minutes of your daydreaming.
You press your lips together, humming a low note under your breath.
“Not really,” you shrug.
The whole thing seems pointless to you. Anger, lying, betrayal, they all had nothing against pure joy. The world was so messed up and for what reason?
Gabriel had only wanted you safe, and despite his deceit, you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. Fighting and holding grudges were just too exhausting any more.
Gabriel’s features turn softer and less mischievous. His mouth opens again as you try focusing on the words.
“I really am sorry, Y/n,” the sentence falls from his lips with such self-hatred and resentment that it’s hard to not apologize yourself.
“I know,” you whisper, catching a glimpse of the glimmering wetness in his eyes.
Gabriel glances up from the floor to you. He was afraid, you could tell. Afraid of your anger, afraid of not being able to fix his wrongs, afraid of losing you.
“Still love me?” He grins slightly, mouth twitching upwards.
The next few moments are torturous for both of you. Gabriel not knowing your answer, despite his outward wavering confidence. And you, wondering whether to let his one mistake decide both of your lives.
You feel the deep pressure of your heart pumping throughout your body. The steady beat calms you and gives you a moment of clarity.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling Gabriel’s torso into yours. You press your forehead against his, wiping away a stray tear that falls down his cheek with your thumb.
Gabriel’s bright golden orbs gaze into yours. He’s shaking, if only a little bit, from worry.
“I’ll always love you, doofus,” you mumble, feeling the breath of Gabriel’s sharp exhale on your face.
You grin, moving your head so that your chin is leaning on his shoulder, hugging him properly.
His weight shifts as you press into him; he’s holding you steady, his hands firmly planted on your waist.
Gabriel made his mistakes, and both of you knew that. All that mattered now was now.
Your past, though altered and rearranged, did not define you. And Gabriel’s didn’t define his, either.
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