I’m trying to get myself back into writing but I think music has been the one thing I’ve been missing to keep me going so if you wouldn’t mind send me a few of your favorite songs on your playlist.. I’m going to tag some of my mutuals but anyone is free to give me your favorite songs (as long as you’re following me or at the very least write Supernatural or primarily Dean stuff)
@vbecker10 @high-functioning-lokipath . This is me looking at your blogs! ;) @rhislean @mostlybuckysometimesloki . You guys too! That's how my year is gonna go. Checking these blogs every day.
Okay, so my name is not Harry or Sally (or Billy or Meg), and I don’t remember anyone with my name being even remotely connected to this movie in any way, so I have no idea why this popped up when I searched my first name, but there you go. It’s also not the fourth gif that came up, sorry, but the fourth one was just a aerial shot of some well-to-do neighbourhood, which, again, I have no idea how it possibly connects to my name (for example, my name is not Beverly, as in Beverly Hills). 🤷🏻♀️ Anyway, this made for a funnier gif in the context of how the year is gonna go. Thanks for tagging me, @meisterdani 😘
I tag @fireladybuckley @foreverthemomfriend @prettyboyandthekid @tulipintulle @fanfics-fix and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!❤️
??? I have no clue why this popped up, but fine. I'll take it. Apparently the universe is decidedly bent on psychoanalysing me? Yesterday my friends told me (over text) all my traits they think my future S/O would fall for... and it devolved into a beautiful wholesome mess 🤣🤣 all of us had nice thing to say for each other ofco, but with sass and insults lmao.
Tagging: @princecharmingwinks @greyhavenisback @amatchinwater @deepestbelieverstranger and anyone else who wants to do this! I'm blanking on names rn :(
Ok so I was fairly sure something from Legally Blonde was going to come up (except I spell Ell slightly different to Ms Woods). But this isn't even the original movie?! I object that Reese Witherspoon did not appear for any of my gif options 😂
Tagging: @all-or-nothing-baby @foreverthemomfriend @sterekshipper-writer @radio-chatter but no pressure of course!
Tagging: @risingphoenix761 @ltleflrt @unforth @princessmisery666 @cloverhighfive @jkrobertson and anyone else who wants to play. (The xanax is kicking in and my brain is barely functioning.)
A/N: A Dean Drabble requested by @wings-of-a-raven to help me write... SOMETHING. Thank you for the prompt baby, ILY
W/C: More than the 200 words requested, but less than 500
@kazosa @lovealways-j @deanwinchesterswitch
Summary: Dean takes you to get ink
“Sweetheart, I promise you, it’s not going to hurt.”
“Doubtful,” you muttered as you looked out the passenger window of the Impala, watching the buildings slowly going by on Main Street.
Dean pondered your response and cleared his throat. “Alright, well… it won’t hurt as bad as a demon using you as a meat suit.”
You turned and gave him a rueful glare before looking back out the window as Dean maneuvered his baby into an empty spot in front of the neon sign that flashed “TATTOOS”.
“Besides, I don’t know why you’re acting so afraid of a little pinch. I’ve seen you get tossed across the room half a dozen times. Watched your bones break and still pulled off beheading a vamp. Hell, last month alone I sewed you up at least five times, and you didn’t flinch. Once.”
“I know… this is just… different.”
Dean turned off the Impala while his gaze continued straight ahead. “That’s crap. There’s a reason you’re scared and I wanna know why.” He turned to look at you. When you didn’t acknowledge him, he gently took your chin between his fingers and guided your face so you would be looking at him. “C’mon, I thought we were past all this and that you trusted us. Trusted me.”
“I do trust you, Dean. This just feels so permanent.”
Dean snorted a laugh and sighed. “Well, yeah. Tattoos are pretty permanent.”
“No… I mean getting this tattoo is a permanent link to hunting; to living this crazy ass life that I don’t know if I am ready to live. Also,” you paused, knowing the ridicule you were about to endure, “I hate needles, a lot.”
"C'mon, I promise you everything will be okay. And ya know, if you ARE in pain afterwards, I have plenty of ways to keep you distracted." Dean paused, a devilish smirk on his lips.
That smile–there was no way you could resist it. You slid closer to him, your fingers lightly stroking the back of his neck and your lips hovering close to his. "Would you even do that thing I love?" You asked softly, raising a seductive brow.
"God yes."
"Okay," you whispered, then kissed him tenderly. "Let's get this over with so we can get home and you can take care of me."
You glided your hand down his arm, and to the top of his thigh. Just the hint of of what was to come made his jeans snug.
"Heh, yeah… um, why don't you head on in. I'm gonna need a minute."
Unable to hide your amusement, you got out of the car, paused, and bent down to say one last thing before closing the door.
"Just for the record, I'm scared to death of this life, but it's worth every second, long as I do it with you."
With that, you closed the car door and headed in, ready to be branded a hunter for life.
Dean twisted his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, earning him a moan and a shiver of her thighs. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her muscles were pulsating against his fingers and hear it in the breathless noises she was making for him.
Another flick of his tongue and a curve of his fingers and sure enough, she fell apart with his name on her lips and her hands dug into his hair.
“See, I told you,” Dean rasped as he crawled out from between her legs, smirk playing on his lips glistening with her orgasm. He fell beside her on the mattress, eyes falling to the ink stains under the large saniderm patch, “It’s not that bad.”
She huffed and rolled her eyes, her breathing still uneven from the most recent ‘distraction from the pain’ Dean had been so kind to take care of, “Yeah, yeah.”
“It’s gonna look so good once it’s healed,” said Dean, rolling over to his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows to look at her. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, “Super hot, too.”
“Well, right now l, it’s annoying. It hurts to move and the skin stuff is itchy.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” He teased, earning him a smack to the head with a pillow.
Okay yep Dean can take me to get a tattoo anytime! And to think you said you were rusty bahahahahahahahaha definitely aren't rusty in the slightest my friend.
