P.I.C: Dean Winchester VISUAL RECORDS: INSUFFICIENT
ADDL. INFO: made of; late night drives. pirated music & wired headsets. Dean Winchester's sweetheart. salted caramel. leather jackets. city walks. Beau Arlen's darlin'. medium length curls. physical media. moon child. lemon meringue. sunning. biker boots. eyeliner. devotion yearner. rockstar. april aries. baby girl. beachy scents. rock & pop punk enjoyer. teal & cyan eyeshadow.
NOTES: just a daydreamer with a pen. I write for myself as a means of self expression, and only when I'm inspired to, so, I'm not a proper writer & only know how to do it with characters I love; Dean.
Thank you sm for dropping by, hope you're having a lovely day <3
I answered question 1 here if you'd like to know, as for;
5 ⧽. is there a certain kind of fic that feels the most satisfying to finish? any reason why?
ᝰ.ᐟ Personally, anything fluff or a bit of angst feels satisfying cause it's this whole scene happening in my head and it comes with a lot of intense emotions, so when I'm able to translate that into words and it sits in front of me, it gets me all giddy and happy inside. Like "heck yea I did that!" 🤭😂 And when it's a sad piece, it feels like journalling your feelings and I've let it out so it's not weighing on my shoulders anymore.
hi babyyyy congrats again 😚😚 sooo let’s dive into the game! can i ask more than 1 question? i’m nosey hahaha
i wanna ask you question 6, 10, and 17!
Ches ches ches my sweet beloved <3
thank you sm! again haha 🤭🩵 you can ask as many as you like, you really were and are a beacon of light when you rolled around, from the moment you indulged my pieces to have more details to sharing writing chronicles. Thank you for being here. <3
6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?
ᝰ.ᐟ Oooh! 'I wanna save you so give me a sign' for sure. It's the voicemail one, it's a very open ending and I think it can dive into a full comfort/tooth rotting fluff moment with reader and Dean. Someone commented for a part 2 as well when I posted it so maybe I'll circle back to it some time who knows.
10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?
ᝰ.ᐟ Gosh where do I even begin. My writings stem from situations I day dream about/want/or going through then, so I write what I feel at the time. If It's angst/hurt then I'm most likely going through it. It can be a bit tricky for me to just write cause someone tells me to. But to properly answer your question, so far, it's fluff, hurt/comfort/angst, domestic established relationship stuff. The hardest part of writing though is a proper ending, like when is it enough? Or sometimes it's did I write too much? Did I touch all the points I wanted?
17 ⧽. are there any songs you want to write a songfic for?
ᝰ.ᐟ So many! All my titles are actually song lyrics haha! When I'm done writing I go to my music gallery and check what line fits best and pick that as a title. Music definitely helps keep me anchored to my feelings while writing, whether it's happy or sad depending on what I'm writing at the time. Sometimes the lyrics inspire me with ideas to add. I have a bunch of drafts all just song lyrics that I told myself I'll write later 😂 here are some that I might not fully remember what they're about but I'll get to them someday; "asking everybody is (s)he mine", "I fall to pieces when I am with you", "I could stare at your back all day", "am I making you feel sick?"
thank you sm for dropping by!! hope you're having a lovely day 🩵 can't wait to see what you'll do for your 2k celebration! & everything else honestly, congrats again. I love what you do sm :') <3
1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!
ᝰ.ᐟ There's one called "stay and we'll play pretend" and it's Dean x reader, early seasons settings and it plays with a bit of college parties as they pretend to be students for a case only to end up at a party only to [redacted]. Don't wanna spoil too much haha. I also want to write a series on my mood board series of Dean x reader on a roadtrip around the states but, in fairness, all of my wips would be great to finish. Sometimes the process of sitting down and writing them is harder than just mapping it out in my head and it gets really overwhelming to do anything at all than when it hits me at once and I just keep on writing in one sitting.
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
ᝰ.ᐟ A lot actually! I'd love to give; a doomed soulmates that conquers in the end or a college setting a try, maybe a dbf if I'm feeling bold enough, friends to lovers, unrequited love, one bed only, comedy or even a horror element a go. All in due time for sure cause I still feel like I don't know how to even approach them sometimes despite reading fanfics for years. Being on the other side of the glass is always so eye opening and challenging but it's a fun learning process and reading other people's works, seeing the passion and magic that they hold in their words always leaves me with a bag of inspiration, so much so it hurts sometimes 😂 in a 'I want to be as good as them' way.
1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!
2 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any completely new fic without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), what would you write? tell us about it if you want!
3 ⧽. what's something you like about your writing?
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
5 ⧽. is there a certain kind of fic that feels the most satisfying to finish? any reason why?
6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?
7 ⧽. is there a fic you wish you received feedback on, but didn't get any/much? this ask game is asking someone else to then give feedback on said fic, pretty pretty please!!!
8 ⧽. what part of [insert fic] is your favorite?
9 ⧽. tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about!
10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?
11 ⧽. if you were to rewrite [insert fic] with [insert different character/ship] how do you think it might change?
12 ⧽. what's a song or two you associate with [insert fic]?
13 ⧽. do you have any writing projects/goals/plans you're working on/want to work on?
14 ⧽. is there anything outside of your normal content that you want to write?
15 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] with [insert character/ship] what do you think it might be about?
16 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] what character/ship would you want to write it for?
17 ⧽. are there any songs you want to write a songfic for?
18 ⧽. how do you want your writing to feel to your readers?
19 ⧽. give a hint/teaser about something you're writing without any context or explanation! tease us haha
20 ⧽. answer any one of the other questions that you want to!
in honor of reaching over a hundred of you, (still boggles my mind every time I see the number inch higher) I wanted to make a celebration of sorts but I was scared it'll flop really bad so I'll keep it for a bigger milestone and go with this for now.
again, genuinely, thank you, from the bottom of my heart for being here, for reading my work and especially if you comment/interact more with me I love you endlessly. means a lot that you're here.
𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔: add three photos of ur female & male celebrity crushes!
thank you for the tag sweet @thefourhorsies, hope you're having a lovely day <3
𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒆𑣲 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒖𑣲 𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𑣲
𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒄𑣲 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𑣲 𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑫. 𝑴.𑣲
Honorable mentions cause why the flip not
𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𑣲 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒈𑣲
𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒏𑣲 𝑱𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒌𑣲
ᝰ.ᐟ no pressure tags: @honeybeechestnut @islaymonsters @deaditegirlfriend @bettystonewell @sainteangel @saltcirclesigil and anyone who'd like to, consider yourself tagged <3
please make a separate post if you're joining cause I don't want to be rebloged by unknown people, thank you <3
content: fem!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. loving, caring & supportive Dean. tender kisses. petnames. heavy feelings. not fully proofread. wc: 1.1k
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The door felt like it was at the edge of the world while you were sitting in a drying block of wet cement. Your throat feels claustrophobic, with every swallow sounding loud in your ears. You wanted needed to go out, you knew it would make you feel better in a few seconds, but you couldn't bring yourself to.
The window felt like a tv screen to a scenery you could only wish to teleport to, except it was real, and with all the flashes of moments from the past that still sting your eyes and numb your bones, you could only stand in front of the door, staring at its knob while mindlessly playing with the chain of your necklace as your brain tries to soothe you ubtrosively.
It felt like you were breathing in monoxide with every ragged inhale, your chest not giving your heart enough room to keep you alive. Your gaze flutters back to the window while you sink further into the carpet where your feet have been buried for the past ten minutes, watching how still your surroundings were, a motel's parking lot with a diner at the end of the line, the highway barren except for the truck that passed by hours ago.
Please don't leave yet. You whispered to the sun as a group of clouds covered the sun. The doorknob twists and unlocks the door, making you step away in a frantic attempt to grab onto something, your palms clamming as Dean enters the room, his smile greeting you before he does.
"Hi, sweetheart." His eyes linger on you for a moment too long as he closes the door behind him, immediately reading how tense you were, his lower lash line squinting just enough. He could tell; he always did. Your gaze would be withdrawn, unable to hold his for longer than half a second, wanting to retreat somewhere where even the empty wouldn't be able to find.
And his heart would shatter, every single time. No matter the reason. He hated seeing you in pain. Especially emotionally. Physically, he knew how to deal, bandage, and keep off from any activity, but emotions were still something he was a bit more stiff about. Exactly in the same manner, you were right now.
"Hi.." You smiled back, folding your arms up to your chest before unfolding them again uncomfortably, not being able to hold his knowing gaze as you ruffle the hem of your Henley. You hated how it felt like he was a stranger. A guy you didn't recognize. Like the first day of school after summer break or meeting up with a friend you haven't seen in a long while.
You hated when your brain made you feel this way. Cause this was Dean. Seen the ugliest of bads and the best of goods and everything in between with you. Your Dean. He'd bend heaven and hell in half before judging you or commenting on why you were acting "all weird".
"Hey.." he murmurs tenderly so you wouldn't startle. Years of training and learning to be quiet came in handy as you didn't notice him coming towards you. Your eyes land on his hand, stretched out but not on you yet, waiting for permission, "I'm gonna hold you now, ok?" Your eyes flutter hesitantly before sitting with his, "Is that ok?" He asks quietly, and all you could do was nod your answer.
His arms circle around your back, gently bringing you closer to him as your head instantly rests against his sternum, feeling his chin brushing the top of your head as he holds it with his other hand, his warmth swiftly seeps under your skin, into the crevasses of your ice cold bones, and turns them to jelly.
"I got you, baby.. 'm here." His voice reverberates the little bumps trailing your spine and along your shoulders while you carve an alcove for yourself behind his ribcage, away from the hauntings of your own ghosts and shadows.
He lets out a held breath at the feeling of you turning pliable and willing, pulling back just enough so he was cupping your cheek and looking at your charis beauty. His heart tears at the seams at the hurt that was buried in your irises, how he'd do anything to dig it out from the roots so you wouldn't feel like this anymore.
"Can I ask.." He treads lightly, his thumb brushing your cheekbone while you lean into his touch, "Are you in your head, baby?" His voice was soft, gentle, in a way that didn't hold any pity or judgment. "Overthinking at all..?" Just all the care he carries with him.
Despite your guilt scraping at the insides of your flesh, deflection ready to dress up as a joke, you were cornered by every curve of his arms around you, so you nod, a broken attempt at a smile follows, still trying to be ok, your knuckles whitening with your grip on his shirt.
"Oh.. my baby.." He coos lovingly, "It's ok.. You don't have to talk, I got you." and hugs you even tighter, his hand travelling to the back of your head to bring your head under his chin once more, landing a kiss right on your forehead, his hand running up and down your back softly, hoping somehow his body heat would nurse you back to health.
He holds you in place, his hand caressing the back of your head, feeling you unravel one by one, your shoulders finally relaxing, your grip on his shirt unclasping as your knuckles learn to move once more, air finally settling properly in your lungs rather than just short, shuddering breaths.
And in time, he pulls away to look at you, his heart clenching at how dewy your eyes were, a sniffle slipping in as your gaze drops away from his, bringing his lips against your temple in a rooted kiss while he cups your face in both of his hands. The kisses travel onto your eyelids, then your cheeks, all saline and warm. "Sweet and salty, a woman after my own heart." He jokes lightly, and his heart soars when he captures the little smile that tugs at your lips.
"Come." He ushers slowly, squeezing your hand as he walks you out of the motel room and out into the open field behind the motel building, where the sun is more visible, and the clouds are way further in the distance now compared to when you first saw them.
Its rays coat your senses immediately, slowly but surely stripping away the lingering pests in your head that were too stubborn to turn to dust. Dean wrapped his arms around your front, your hand in his, as he circled it with his thumb, his chest to your back, letting you lean against him.
"Better, angel?" he asked after a while, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, making sure you had your moment. You nod quietly, turning your head to the side to kiss him on the cheek in gratitude, your heart slowly finding its way back to beating in tune with his.
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just think he'd get it you know [redacted uncomfortable noises] anyway yea that's all.
Awwww, thank you @casanddeanswife for the tag!!! You're always such the sweetest!!! <3
I don't go anywhere without my silver Celtic knot necklace. I only take it off to swim and shower!
NPT: @windfall-prophet @honeybeechestnut @mortluvr @liljojoslays27789
content: fem!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. loving, caring & supportive Dean. tender kisses. petnames. heavy feelings. not fully proofread. wc: 1.1k
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
The door felt like it was at the edge of the world while you were sitting in a drying block of wet cement. Your throat feels claustrophobic, with every swallow sounding loud in your ears. You wanted needed to go out, you knew it would make you feel better in a few seconds, but you couldn't bring yourself to.
The window felt like a tv screen to a scenery you could only wish to teleport to, except it was real, and with all the flashes of moments from the past that still sting your eyes and numb your bones, you could only stand in front of the door, staring at its knob while mindlessly playing with the chain of your necklace as your brain tries to soothe you ubtrosively.
It felt like you were breathing in monoxide with every ragged inhale, your chest not giving your heart enough room to keep you alive. Your gaze flutters back to the window while you sink further into the carpet where your feet have been buried for the past ten minutes, watching how still your surroundings were, a motel's parking lot with a diner at the end of the line, the highway barren except for the truck that passed by hours ago.
Please don't leave yet. You whispered to the sun as a group of clouds covered the sun. The doorknob twists and unlocks the door, making you step away in a frantic attempt to grab onto something, your palms clamming as Dean enters the room, his smile greeting you before he does.
"Hi, sweetheart." His eyes linger on you for a moment too long as he closes the door behind him, immediately reading how tense you were, his lower lash line squinting just enough. He could tell; he always did. Your gaze would be withdrawn, unable to hold his for longer than half a second, wanting to retreat somewhere where even the empty wouldn't be able to find.
And his heart would shatter, every single time. No matter the reason. He hated seeing you in pain. Especially emotionally. Physically, he knew how to deal, bandage, and keep off from any activity, but emotions were still something he was a bit more stiff about. Exactly in the same manner, you were right now.
"Hi.." You smiled back, folding your arms up to your chest before unfolding them again uncomfortably, not being able to hold his knowing gaze as you ruffle the hem of your Henley. You hated how it felt like he was a stranger. A guy you didn't recognize. Like the first day of school after summer break or meeting up with a friend you haven't seen in a long while.
You hated when your brain made you feel this way. Cause this was Dean. Seen the ugliest of bads and the best of goods and everything in between with you. Your Dean. He'd bend heaven and hell in half before judging you or commenting on why you were acting "all weird".
"Hey.." he murmurs tenderly so you wouldn't startle. Years of training and learning to be quiet came in handy as you didn't notice him coming towards you. Your eyes land on his hand, stretched out but not on you yet, waiting for permission, "I'm gonna hold you now, ok?" Your eyes flutter hesitantly before sitting with his, "Is that ok?" He asks quietly, and all you could do was nod your answer.
His arms circle around your back, gently bringing you closer to him as your head instantly rests against his sternum, feeling his chin brushing the top of your head as he holds it with his other hand, his warmth swiftly seeps under your skin, into the crevasses of your ice cold bones, and turns them to jelly.
"I got you, baby.. 'm here." His voice reverberates the little bumps trailing your spine and along your shoulders while you carve an alcove for yourself behind his ribcage, away from the hauntings of your own ghosts and shadows.
He lets out a held breath at the feeling of you turning pliable and willing, pulling back just enough so he was cupping your cheek and looking at your charis beauty. His heart tears at the seams at the hurt that was buried in your irises, how he'd do anything to dig it out from the roots so you wouldn't feel like this anymore.
"Can I ask.." He treads lightly, his thumb brushing your cheekbone while you lean into his touch, "Are you in your head, baby?" His voice was soft, gentle, in a way that didn't hold any pity or judgment. "Overthinking at all..?" Just all the care he carries with him.
Despite your guilt scraping at the insides of your flesh, deflection ready to dress up as a joke, you were cornered by every curve of his arms around you, so you nod, a broken attempt at a smile follows, still trying to be ok, your knuckles whitening with your grip on his shirt.
"Oh.. my baby.." He coos lovingly, "It's ok.. You don't have to talk, I got you." and hugs you even tighter, his hand travelling to the back of your head to bring your head under his chin once more, landing a kiss right on your forehead, his hand running up and down your back softly, hoping somehow his body heat would nurse you back to health.
He holds you in place, his hand caressing the back of your head, feeling you unravel one by one, your shoulders finally relaxing, your grip on his shirt unclasping as your knuckles learn to move once more, air finally settling properly in your lungs rather than just short, shuddering breaths.
And in time, he pulls away to look at you, his heart clenching at how dewy your eyes were, a sniffle slipping in as your gaze drops away from his, bringing his lips against your temple in a rooted kiss while he cups your face in both of his hands. The kisses travel onto your eyelids, then your cheeks, all saline and warm. "Sweet and salty, a woman after my own heart." He jokes lightly, and his heart soars when he captures the little smile that tugs at your lips.
"Come." He ushers slowly, squeezing your hand as he walks you out of the motel room and out into the open field behind the motel building, where the sun is more visible, and the clouds are way further in the distance now compared to when you first saw them.
Its rays coat your senses immediately, slowly but surely stripping away the lingering pests in your head that were too stubborn to turn to dust. Dean wrapped his arms around your front, your hand in his, as he circled it with his thumb, his chest to your back, letting you lean against him.
"Better, angel?" he asked after a while, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, making sure you had your moment. You nod quietly, turning your head to the side to kiss him on the cheek in gratitude, your heart slowly finding its way back to beating in tune with his.
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just think he'd get it you know [redacted uncomfortable noises] anyway yea that's all.
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Songs I'm currently listening too often and ear worm from them. And ya'll may or not share yours.
1.Zero Two??? Battle - Kirby Air Riders
2. Mechanized Memories - Armored Core
"WAKE UP! Like the sleepless horse, crack the codes your mind bent around here
3. Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal x Sonic 2 - Boss theme, Remix
"So Annie are u okay, Annie are u ok, r u o k o k!"
4. K'NAAN - Wavin' Flag
"When and if I get older, I will be stronger, they'll call me freedom just the wavin flag, that waves and goes back, that waves and goes, so wave your, so wave your flag, WOOAH"
5."Half Brother" - Theme of Boba Fett and the Clones, Mashup
Awww thanks @myceliumsunshine how dare I be second on yours 😝 also jokes - am I the only one who tries to get the tags to sit all nice and even so that the paragraph is visually centred (and gets annoyed if I can’t… 😅)
I’ll give you the few that I’ve been listening to on repeat for hours on end I guess
Dance With Me - Tones And I
Elevator - Pussycat Dolls
Green Light - Lorde
Vem Dancar Kuduro - Lucenzo
Go - The Chemical Brothers
tagging some lovelies who haven’t been yet - @aniresrene @kblognar @aseafullofstars @reginaphalangelobster @mortluvr (exhibit A that I needed to even this paragraph out)
dean with a cat is good because he calls all his loved ones silly little names already so that cat would have the best nicknames instead of her actual name. her name is like mittens or something but to dean she’s little miss murderprincess, killer queen, nasty gal, etc.
the kitten loves the way the impalas engine rumbles and immediately falls asleep in the car and dean decides then and there that he’ll kill anyone that even looks at her wrong
BABYY CONGRATS ON YOUR 100 FOLLOWERS YIPPIEEEE 🎉🎉🎉 you deserve everything and moreeeee. kisses and smooches and hugss to my favorite person on tumblr 😎😎
Ches my beloved, thank you endlessly!! <33 the sweetest love bug out there xxoo 🩵🥹
