#insecure!gabriel

Naked Eyes by @lacqueluster

Pairing: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rating: T

Length: 5923

Warnings/Tags: Insecure!Gabriel, Artist!Sam, Fluff, College AU

Summary: When Gabriel agrees to pose naked for an art class he has no idea that one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen will be drawing him.

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Gahh, I love this fic so much, and written by one of my favorite Sabriel authors as well! I seriously adore the underlying theme of body-positivity from Gabriel and his desire to love himself more, and how Sam is just captivated by him from the beginning. The addition of Charlie as Sam’s best friend who tries to set him up is a wonderful bonus. Love it! - Gisselle

This fic was flat out wonderful! I love the idea of Gabriel being a nice model to combat his insecurity and Sam as an artist is one of my favorites! I want more! - Lauren

mopey archangel with his face buried in flannel. And maybe Gabriel mumbles an almost incoherent and slightly disgruntled apology and fluffy cuddles ensue when Sam pulls him into his arms? Because I don't. I don't think about that at all.

OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, THIS, INSECURE!GABRIEL IS PRETTY MUCH MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, THANK YOU SO MUCH, THIS IS SHEER PERFECTION AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!  

“Enough!” Sam shouted, glaring at Gabriel, crossing his arms over his chest.  

Gabriel didn’t flinch, even though the volume of Sam’s voice made him want to.  “Maybe you should get some space, then!” he snapped.  

“You got that right!” Sam snarled, spinning around on his heel, stomping towards the bathroom.  

Gabriel’s face crumpled as soon as Sam was out of sight and he wrapped his arms tightly around himself.  Even if Sam still wanted him after a fight like that, it wasn’t like Sam would stick around forever.  He knew better than that.  He wiped at his eyes and walked towards Sam’s room.  

He squeezed himself a little tighter and went over to Sam’s closet, curling up in a corner, one of Sam’s plaid shirts clenched in his hands.  He buried his face in it and tried to breathe.  Sam wouldn’t leave him, not over a stupid fight like this.  Even if he’d said that Sam should get space.  

Gabriel swallowed hard and hoped that Sam didn’t take him seriously and actually think that he wanted some time apart.  What if he did?  What if Sam asked him to leave?  He buried his face tighter into Sam’s plaid shirt and stifled a sob.  He couldn’t let Sam leave, he hadn’t meant it!  He hadn’t.  

And now Sam was going to leave and Gabriel would never see him again.  

“Gabriel?” 

Gabriel yanked his face away from the pillow and stared up at Sam in shock.  Sam who was standing in sweatpants and no shirt and that meant he probably wanted a shirt, and here he was, clinging to one of Sam’s, like the pathetic bastard he was.  

He tries to mumble out an apology, but he stumbles over the words and he’s so afraid that Sam won’t accept, will leave, up until Sam is reaching down and tugging him into his arms.  Gabriel tenses and then melts into Sam, mumbling more apologizing and clinging tighter and tighter.  

Sam just wraps Gabriel up in his arms and carries him to bed, and combs his fingers slowly through Gabriel’s hair, kissing him soft and gentle until Gabriel melts into him.  And then Sam apologizes too, and promises not to leave, and Gabriel is glad that he gets to keep this, at least for a little bit longer.

Chubby Bunny by ShesmyChevyPie

Pairings: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Length:2923

Rating: G

Warnings/tags: Insecure Gabriel, Swimming, Fluff, High School AU

Summary: Prompt: Gabriel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked at the way his purple swim trunks dug into his waist, his slightly chubby belly stuck out to him. The line of golden fuzz trailing down from his belly button and disappearing when it reached the line of his trunks.He didn't like the way he looked.

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You all know how I feel about insecure Gabriel. If you’re new here, you should probably know that insecure Gabriel is my WEAKNESS. I have probably read and re-read every single one on AO3. They tend to be much shorter though, so I really like that this story has a bit more length to it. -Tyler 

“Hey. I hope you like apricot?” He pauses, shifts his weight to his other foot. “Oh, sorry, I’m Sam Winchester, I live downstairs. Just wanted to welcome you to the building.”

“Nice to meet you,” Gabriel shakes Sam’s free hand, trying his damnedest not to stare at how absolutely stunning his new neighbor was. “You didn’t have to bring anything.”

“Just wanted an excuse to introduce myself, actually,” Sam admitted.

Gabriel swung the door open wider. “Come on in. I have butter pecan ice cream if you wanna help me eat this à la mode.” 

They talked for three hours and Gabriel’s box-filled apartment felt like home for the first time.

Gabriel had moved across town to be closer to the park. He’d thought maybe, seeing it out his window, he’d be inspired to get out and get some more fucking exercise. A week had passed since he’s moved in and all he’d done was eat every remaining slice of Sam’s pie. This was an exception, he told himself.

Sam showed up with chocolate chip cheesecake a week later, because “you said the pie was the best thing you’d had in months, so...” He never finished the sentence, but it didn’t matter, because Gabriel invited him in and they talked until midnight and eat half the cheesecake. Also an exception.

Sam turned up on his doorstep a few days later, on Saturday morning, with a tray of muffins and the sheepish confession that he’d made way too many and needed to share. Gabriel protested, but Sam insisted that he liked baking, and Gabriel liked what he made, so sharing was perfect. Gabriel didn’t have the heart to turn him away, both because of how good he is at cooking, and because no one could resist those puppy eyes. He had yet to go to the park. 

Perhaps a dozen or so more instances passed before Gabriel finally snapped. “You gotta stop doing this!”

Sam stands there, a plate of cupcakes in his hands, head tilted like a confused puppy, and Gabriel sighs and waves him inside anyway.

“It’s not that I don’t love your food or your company, it’s just...” Gabriel closes the door and flounders for the words. Sam wouldn’t get it. 

Sam can’t have any idea how it feels to be the chubby one in the family, teased about his baby face long into his teen years and hiding behind younger cousins in every photo. Sam without a doubt takes off his shirt at the beach instead of mumbling something about burning easily. Sam doesn’t have a whole drawer full of pants that don’t quite fit yet. Sam doesn’t have to feel guilty when he eats the sweet things he loves. 

Sam hasn’t moved across town just to stare out at a park he’s never visited because somehow it feels hopeless to even step outside and try. “I don’t want to look like this forever,” Gabriel mutters miserably.

Sam cocks his head a little, like he’s trying to process it. “Why not?”

There’s no out. Gabriel scuffs his bare feet against the tile floor of the entryway and finally says as casually as he can, “I just want to look good, okay? For once.” I want to be good enough for someone like you.

Gabriel hears rather than sees Sam slowly set the cupcakes down on the entryway table next to half unpacked boxes. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t actually been baking too much.”

“I know, Sam,” Gabriel assures. “I know you were just sharing to be nice-”

“That’s not it,” Sam cuts him off. “I’ve been making things to bring to you because I didn’t know how else to ask you to spend time with me. I like just sitting around here with you and talking about whatever.” 

Sam pauses, but Gabriel doesn’t have a single thing to say.

“I like you,” Sam adds finally. “And yeah, before you ask, that means I like you just how you are. Maybe some asshole in the past told you to lose weight and look good, but they’re dead wrong, okay? You’re stunning.”

Well. Holy shit. This is definitely a twist. Gabriel blinks stupidly at Sam, totally out of his league Sam, and tries to figure out exactly what he can say to that.

“I, um, I’ve really said too much,” Sam mumbles. “I’ll leave you alone for a while.”

“I like you too,” Gabriel finally spits out. “I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

Sam grins, the happiness in his eyes overcoming his shyness. “I’d really like to go out with you sometime. Hell, even a walk in the park would be, um, a walk in the park. There’s a great one right next door, have you been yet?”

“Not yet. I’d love for you to show me.”

“We could go now,” Sam offers.

Gabriel nods thoughtfully. It was funny, how things worked out. He finally had the reason to step outside, and it was entirely different than what he’d imagined it being, but it still came down to Sam. “Cupcakes first, though. I’m sure they’re too good to pass up.”