#blondecoffeecake

You’ve got it, darlin’!

I’m so excited, too. :D  Let’s hope I can pull this off!

SKjfdkljs I LOVE these questions!!

Things that inspired me to write:

- an old ass X-files fic entitled Lacuna (which was a Krycek x Scully piece). It was just SO well writtenand fucking angsty that it made me want to wreck other peope the way it wrecked me writewell enough to possibly inspire the same level of emotions in other people someday.

- Stories that didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to or that had characters that didn’t get together in them.  I just remember being in middle school and spending an entre weekedn reading Stephen King’s Desperation and wanting more from certain characters and it just... not happening.  

- Bad romance novels.  There were (and still are)  TONS of them around my parents house because my mother just ate that shit up (and subseqently I started to).  And it’s just like... I’d read them and there’d be some great tropes in them but also some really really bad writing and/or characterization that made me think if that kind of stuff could get published I could totally fuck around in fanfiction.  But the whole smut / romance part stuck with me and love of terrible tropes so... here we are.

There’s a few pieces I’m really proud of:

Hiraeth - (Gabriel x reader) This was a combination of crazy all encompassing inspiration and revising.  I can’t tell you the number of times I read this out loud to make sure the flow and emphasis came out the way I wanted.  

All That Remains - (Gabriel x reader) this is probably one of my least popular fics, but I’m so damn proud of it.  I tried to make it a blend of prose and poetry and spent so much time really trying to perfect the imagery.  I kind of find the harder I work on these things, the less people really respond to it.  

The First Taste - (Gabriel x reader)   this fucking piece wrecked me when I wrote it.  Between comparing / coming up with the contrast of human vs angel experiences, Gabriel’s POV, and the imagery, I definitely fried some brain cells on this one.  Plus this smut didn’t just flow for me so it took some extra braining to figure it out.

On The Edge - (Crowley x reader) - I had to work so hard to finish this one that by the end it was like pulling teeth.  Part of it, again, is the smut, butalso i’ts also the details i put into this one.  Plus I worked in my absolute favorite poetry lines so I’m a little biased on this one. 

I saw this lovely nugget floating about the Tumblrverse and thought I’d give it a try – the victim participant posts a screenshot of their lock screen, home screen, the last song they listened to, and a recent selfie.

So here they are…

And here I am!

(..Okay, fine, one with slightly less Leviathan-y vibes.)

TAGGING: Actually, I’m gonna leave this as an open tag (as I know selfies are personal and considered slightly intrusive.)

pencil - do you own a journal?

So. Many.  Do I use half of them?  Nope.  But I like to collect.  Same with notebooks.  Why must I own them??

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?

Yes.  On more occasions than I should have.  😶

shampoo - favorite scent?

Richard Speight Jr   Snow from Bath and Body Works

I’ve been thinking about this one, and it keeps giving me dark!Gabriel smutty feels….

He comes at night, pins you down to the matress and messes with you until you’re close to an orgasm… then stops.

Hope you enjoy <3

Word count: 683

Tags/Warnings:  Implied depression, Gad being sweet and endearing.  Fluff.  

Tags below the cut - anyone not wanting to be tagged for celebration drabbles, just let me know!

“What’s the matter, dear one?”  

You sighed.  Gadreel’s presence was as welcome as it was unwanted at the moment.  It wasn’t that you didn’t actually want to see the angel.  It’s just that you weren’t really in the mood to see anyone.

“I don't feel well, Gad,” you told him, hoping his tendency to be overly thoughtful and polite would lead him to excuse himself.

Instead, you found him creeping closer to you, his head tilting slightly as he looked you over.  

“What ails you?”

You didn't have the energy or the fortitude to try and explain what you were feeling.  It wasn't like anything specific had happened.  Everyone you knew was alive and well.  You had a decent enough job.  You had friends.  You just… weren't feeling it - anything - in your life right now.   

“It’s not an ailment, Gad,” you responded, and you almost winced at how snappy you sounded.

His brow furrowed, your curtness simply a piece of the puzzle as he tried to ferret out what it was that was wrong.  “I don’t understand.  If you do not feel well, certainly something must be afflicted.”

Something was afflicted alright.  Unfortunately, it was nothing his grace could just swoop in and fix.  

The longer Gad stared at you, the more concerned he looked, and you realized the only way you were going to get him to leave was if you asked him to.  Even in your less than stellar state, it wasn’t something you were willing to do.  

You took a deep breath, running a hand through your hair as you tried to find the words to explain to him what was happening.  

“I feel like the entire world is blue right now,” you finally said.  It was wholly inadequate and oversimplified, but it was the best you could do.  

He blinked, and you felt his grace wash over you as if checking to make sure you really didn’t have anything wrong with your eyesight.  

This was exactly why you should have angel proofed your place the moment you felt the mood hitting.  

The seconds stretched on into an uncomfortable silence.  You glanced down at your hands, nervously twisting one of the rings you were wearing, unsure of what else to say.

“You are unhappy,” he realized. You glanced up, surprised by his understanding. Perhaps you had misjudged his capabilities and insight into human sentiments.

“Yes,” you confirmed.  “I just… I don't know why.”

He nodded.  You weren't sure if he really got it, but he clearly accepted it without question.

“I am sorry.”

For someone who struggled to understand, he looked and sounded more sincere than most people did when you talked to them about these things.  He took your face into his hands, his thumbs tenderly brushing along your cheeks.  He placed a soft kiss against your forehead, before drawing you against his chest, and your heart fluttered out of rhythm, wild in comparison to the slow, steady beat of his.  

“May I comfort you?” He asked.

“You already are, Gad,” you told him.  

“My request was unclear,” he amended.  “May I show you something that may help improve your mood?”

You nodded, your previous resistance melting away beneath his touch and attention.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, and you did as you were told.  

The world rushed briefly around you before lurching to a sudden stop.  You uncertainly opened your eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness of the sun.  You brought your hand up to shield yourself from the light, and as your eyes adjusted you found yourself drowning in a sea of blue.  

You turned in a slow circle, breathless, as every variation of the color existed in vast, unending fields of petals.  Row upon row of flowers bloomed across the landscape, stretching out as far as you could see.  

“Do you like it?” Gadreel asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s beautiful,” you marveled.

“Blue can be heartbreaking, but it can also be magnificent,” he reminded.

As you gazed up into the vibrant, crystalline depths of his gaze, you found just how right he was.