#the entire garden of eden was a mistake so you're good (gadreel self ship tag)

[masterofmaagnetism]

[ time to propose in the most in brand way possible ]

[ Characters: Gadreel, fucking me. just straight up me. not Mint. just me. ]

[ warnings: cute as fuck i am crying ]

There’s a reason shredded cheese was rarely kept in the house when I was a kid, and the reason is that I’m an uncontrollable little hell spawn that only craves it at 2 am.

Somehow, and thankfully, Gadreel has not yet caught onto this. It’s one thing having your best friends know that you are painfully white when it comes to cheese, and a completely different thing to have the love of your life know the same.

Besides, I’m not just out here for the cheese. The ring I got for him is sitting in my “junk” drawer, in the kitchen, ‘cause I know he never looks there. It’s getting more stressful the longer I wait, and god knows my adhd won’t let my block my thoughts from him for much longer.

Hell, I’m distracted now! How am I supposed to keep a literal angel out of my head long enough to actually propose to him?

“Dust?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. I hadn’t seen him come in, since the kitchen was still pitch fucking black and I was only illuminated by the light from inside the open fridge.

“Uh... mornin’ angel,” I offered, adding an awkward smile to the mix. I heard him chuckle before the lights flicked on and he made his way over to me to close the fridge door.

He glanced down at the bag of shredded cheese in my hands, and I instinctively closed it. “What are you doing up, my light?” he asked softly, which made me immediately look up at him to see that usual confused puppy look on his face.

“I uh... wanted cheese,” I explained, backing up to one of the counters and hoisting myself up on it. “And to have loud thoughts without waking you up,” I added.

I mean, is there any time better than the present?

He followed me to the counter, effectively trapping me there with his arms. Damn, I always forget how tall he is until he does shit like this.

“What loud thoughts were you having, my love,” he questioned, that confused puppy look on his face the whole time. I would destroy heaven myself for this man.

“Nothin’ much, just how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life,” I replied, all too aware of how easily I could reach into the drawer containing his ring right now. “And uh... something really important I want to ask you.”

Gadreel tilted his head ever so slightly to the side after that, and for a moment I forgot where the hell I was going with this. The power of sweet angel.

“Just- give me a second. Uh, close your eyes too. I want it to be a surprise,” I told him, and he complied instantly, just like I expected. I leaned forward to give him a quick kiss, before leaning to the side to reach into the junk drawer.

I stared at the ring for a few seconds, before sighing softly and opening the box to show Gadreel. “Aright angel, you can open your eyes now,” I told him, a nervous smile on my face when his eyes fluttered open.

He almost immediately looked surprised, but I cut off his question with, “Gadreel... I know life on earth has just... sucked for you, but you’re my world. Here, with you? That’s my heaven. And I could never want anything more. Will you marry me?”

I can’t read minds like an angel, but I could practically see his brain trying to catch up with what was happening. And then his eyes got misty, and he pulled me into a kiss.

“Yes,” he muttered against my lips, “a hundred times yes, my light.”

Huh. That wasn’t so bad after all.

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Mint: I'm not a thug, I was almost a lawyer!

Gadreel: Name one law.

Mint: Don't kill people.

Gadreel: Not only did I set the bar too low, you don't even follow that law.

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Gadreel kiss

[ 24. upper arm ]

“I know angels don’t sleep,” Oleander started, laying on his back on the motel bed and tossing his keychain up in the air, catching it on the way back down, “but you look worse than me. At least sit down.”

A quiet grumble was all he got from Gadreel, causing the human to sigh and sit up, allowing his keychain to hit the bed. “Babe,” he tried again, still not getting his angel to look at him.

So, he started saying whatever pet name came to mind. “Baby”, “angel”, “sweetness”, “dearest”, “darling”, literally anything. Gadreel still didn’t turn.

Finally, he hopped off the bed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso and pressing his cheek against the other’s back. “You need to take a break, Gad. The case will still be here in the morning. Promise.”

Oleander knew that his angel wasn’t really one for slowing down, especially not when lives were on the line. Ever since the two ditched Metatron and turned to hunting, that’s ALL they did. Job after job after job... it was never ending. For Oleander at least.

After a moment, Gadreel finally responded. “I know. But the longer we wait, the higher the chance we have of losing this creature as it disappears again.” There was the usual argument: the time crunch. Gadreel was almost obsessed with it.

“We still have three days,” Oleander countered with a whine, tightening his grip on Gadreel. “Plenty of time. Come to bed.”

He heard a soft sigh from the angel, before his arms were being gently pulled off of his boyfriend. “I truly am sorry my light, but I must keep going. I will not take the risk.”

Alright. So he had to bring out the big guns.

Oleander moved to he was standing in front of Gadreel, planting his hands on the angel’s chest to push him away from their little brainstorming board. Of course, this only worked because Gadreel allowed it, but he always allowed it.

He pushed until Gadreel’s knees hit the motel mattress, forcing him to sit down. Now properly at his height, Oleander could push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

“Guess what,” he suddenly spoke up, grinning when Gadreel’s beautiful green eyes met his own. 

“What?” the angel asked softly, moving his hands to his boyfriend’s hips.

Oleander leaned down, closer to his face, his grin more... triumphant now. “I got you to lay down~” he laughed softly, mostly at his own ridiculousness, before rolling off of his love and pulling him up more on the bed.

“And now you have to stay here,” he decided, glad Gadreel had already pulled off his jackets. He waited for the other to get his shoes off, before getting comfortable in the bed, relieved when Gadreel did the same.

He leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to his angel’s bicep, smiling when he felt the tensed muscle relax. “Just relax, love. We can jump back on it in the morning.”

With that, Oleander settled down, turning his back to Gadreel so he could pull him close to his chest and wrap his arms around him. “Good night, my light,” he murmured, giving a smile of his own when his human drifted to sleep.

[masterofmaagnetism]

i would just like to say

that my boy Gadreel

is VERY kissable

i mean. c’mon.

look at him!!! look at that fucking jehfbwefwejh the “bitch what?” face i’m losing it

look!!!! look at he!!!!!!!

spn fanfic authors are obsessed with his jaw and like damn bitch i am too

i love Castiel and Gabriel. i do. but Gadreel? easily the most kissable angel

i fucking LOVE the faces he makes. he just,,, expresses so fucking much

anyway i am in love and i am giving him a big kiss directly on the lips

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is it too much to ask to gently hold Gadreel and tell him that everything's okay and it wasn't his fault and his punishment was unfair and unjust? is it too much to ask to cuddle up with him on a chilly night and offer him a cup of hot chocolate even though he doesn't need to drink and him reminding me of that only for me to tell him that it's not about the consumption but the warmth that comes from it? the love that i put into it? is it too much to ask to love him unconditionally without question and for the rest of time?

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Gadreel's favourite spots to kiss me are on my neck and jaw because every time, without fail, i will complain about his scruff being itchy and he'll respond by deliberately rubbing his jaw against my face/neck

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Gadreel, holding out a straight up fucking owl to Mint: :)

Mint: hey babe where the fuck did you get that

Gadreel: i thought... you liked owls? you're always so excited when you hear them

Mint: yes that's correct

Mint: but did you kidnap that owl... from the wild

Gadreel: yes

Gadreel: is that not normal?

Mint:

Mint: no.

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Prompt 22 with you and one of your angel f/o's (they healing you up after you got your ass kicked on a hunt, you still won though)

[ 22. kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches ]

It had been a rough fight, Mint had to admit that. It had been a while since he’d taken on a regular hunt, what with all the angel and demon and apocalypse bullshit going around. This had been a way to take a break.

Apparently, god still wanted to participate anyway, and it ended up being a little less than the break he’d hoped.

When he first scoped out the vampire nest, there were four, maybe five in there. When he went to raid it? They’d apparently picked up two more family members.

It would have been different if they were brand new, and disoriented, but they were far from it. They must have come from a different nest because they were old. It was only a matter of seconds before they had him on the ground.

“Now,” he groaned, the leader putting more pressure on his chest, “can’t we talk about this? Monster to honourary monster?” 

The woman just scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. “We know what you are, demon blood. And the last thing we want is to be negotiating. Don’t worry though, we won’t eat you. Your tainted blood would be too disgusting.”

“Rude,” he muttered, inching his hand into his jacket pocket. “If you know so much about me, why bother letting me get this far, hm? Or are the rest of your nest just fucking cowards?”

Wow, that earned him a kick to the head, right in his nose too. “You shut your mouth, you abomination!” That was a new one. Though it wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, flipping his lighter open once his hand was around. Poor vampy didn’t even know what was happening until she was already dead on the floor.

Mint didn’t waste any time jumping up, lunging for his machete and grabbing it just in time to lop off the other oldie’s head. The clearly young four stood like they were going to attack him, but hesitated.

“Y’all’s mistake,” he said, going for one of them with the machete and another with a burst of flame. “Did you know that you can make fire pretty sharp when you focus on it?” he asked the remaining two, before dropping one of them.

“Took years of practice, and a lot of time in purgatory, but I figured it out. At least you won’t feel it, since it’s quick and both ends cauterize instantly.” He gave the poor girl a smile, before he sent her head flying.

He didn’t realized just how badly he was hurt until he got back to his motel, and collapsing on the shitty bed made him feel like he was about to burst.

And apparently, that hurt enough that he heard the familiar flutter of wings in the middle of the room.

He opened his eyes to see which one it was, smiling a little when his lovely Gadreel came into a view. “Hey angel,” he greeted, sitting up with a stifled groan. “Suppose you’re not here for niceties, huh?”

The angel almost immediately came to Mint’s side, pulling his bloodied shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. “I came because I felt that you were in pain,” he paused to survey the damage, “you need to be more careful, my light.”

Mint just hummed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, I know. To be fair, they totally got the jump on me. I thought it was just a few. They did some... recruiting the night before I got ‘em.”

He went quiet when he felt Gadreel’s gaze on his face, but couldn’t stop the chuckle that escape him at the angel’s adorable confused puppy look. “But you... won, didn’t you?”

“‘Course I won. I’m alive, ain’t I?” he replied, Gadreel simply shaking his head with a muttered, “barely”.

And even though he should be used to this by now, he was still shocked when Gadreel leaned forward to press a gently, barely there kiss to the gash on his chest, allowing his grace to flow and heal it.

He continued to do this with the rest of the injuries- pressing light kisses to each and every one until they were fully healed. He ended with the nose on Mint’s nose, pausing there for a moment before transferring the kiss to his lips.

“Please be more careful, my light. You know I will take any excuse to show you the love you deserve, but seeing you injured like this always frightens me.”

There was a short pause, before, “I know. I’ll be more careful. Wouldn’t wanna scare my angel after all.”

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Mint sleeping with Azazel (sprawled out on top of him to stop him from leaving, literally won't move in the morning for warmth reasons, annoyingly gay) vs Mint sleeping with Gadreel (head on his chest, arm slung over his torso, will move if he REALLY needs to get up but usually looks cute enough that he doesn't bother asking, still steals his warmth, cute gay)

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Dust: in my defense, i was left unsupervised

Dean: wasn't Ezekiel with you?

Gadreel: in my defense, i was also left unsupervised

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Gadreel, a dramatic gay: Say one word. One word and I'm yours.

Mint, a chaotic gay: bungus

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anyway. Mint and Gadreel are perfect for each other because their trauma relating to a parent (God/Chuck for Gadreel and Mother™ for Mint) has caused them to shut themselves off from anyone attempting to get past their walls and know them deeper than anyone else ever has. they have to learn and grow together no matter how much it hurts to face what happened to them and how unfair it was, but they'll make it through because they have each other and nothing can take that away from them.