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[cakesunflower]

hey okay do you have a taglist? if so can I be added to it (tagged as gigglyirwin)? I seriously love your fics so much and frlhdhhsal if you do a part 2 to Not Immune I wanna know about it as soon as its posted lmao -love gigglyirwin

um bronwyn yes of course i’ll tag you ohmyiogjvdfm thank you bb and speaking of fics i read your cashton smut earlier today and thanks for killing me xoxo

[snoopyracing]

sleepover night: fuck marry kill: youngblood era calum, sounds good feels good era calum, self titled era calum (love, gigglyirwin)

bronwyn i love u

fuck: sgfg calum 

marry: youngblood calum 

kill: self titled calum 

sleepover night!!

[nosleeptillbucky]

Whiskey Wednesdays

Hey there sweetheart! If you want to follow along week to week just watch out for #gimme a glass of that and #whiskey wednesdays (because Wednesday is my bunker day) If we’re not mutuals and you want me to read something for Whiskey Wednesdays, please please please tag me! P.S. If you write for another fandom, let me know!!! I do have the potential to recommend fics on other days. Awards are listed in classic Supernatural quotes. They’ll make sense as time goes on, but for now here’s a key.

Best Fluff: Time heals all wounds, especially good times. This week’s pick for Best Fluff is Some For Now, Some For Later by @jpadjackles. I didn’t stop grinning during this whole fic. Teeth-rotting fluff with Sammy. This is an AU, yeah I know. But it was also the warmest and fuzziest thing I’ve read this week. Warnings: fluff, like literally its all fluff Snippet:“Have you ever kissed a girl. Like on the lips,” you repeat. “No, have you?” ;“I don’t like girls,” you laugh. Sam looks down at his feet.“You’ve never had your first kiss?”

Best Angst: No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with This week’s Best Angst winner belongs to Fix You by @impala-dreamer . I am 100% guilty of binging this, screaming at my phone, and laughing in relief like an idiot at any hint of fluff. It’s a very tense read, please see warnings before reading. ; Series Warnings: Angst, Memory Loss, Mentions of rape and torture, Lots of Tears. Snippet:“There’s a broom…” you opened a skinny door by the pantry, “yup, right here. And cereal! Sam likes Corn Flakes… they’re above the fridge; and I always dump two spoonfuls of sugar on mine because they taste like…” “Cardboard,” Dean finished for you.

Best Smut: I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples The sinner of the week is officially @bringmesomepie56 with her absolute of filth that is Mind Reader. Holy mother of fuck this is dirty, and I loved every minute of it. I’m a sucker for a reader who isn’t afraid to curse like a sailor. Dean’s POV really adds to the hot factor. Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language Snippet: Dear lord. Why does he have to lick his lips like that? It’s like he is begging me to stare at them. Or pull them into my mouth. Ugh. God, what I wouldn’t give to feel those beautiful things against my…;

Best AU: We make our own future This week’s Best AU winner is @torn-and-frayed with the absolutely jaw-dropping masterpiece, Art Therapy. This work really strikes a chord with Dean’s innate sense to take care of innocent people. Art Teacher!Dean is a great take on one of my favorite boys. Warnings: Extremely minor character death, elective mutism of a child, flangst Snippet: “I know he needs a friend.” Dean spoke softly, eyes soft as he looked at you. “Someone that gets it. And if anyone gets it, I do.”

Series of the Week: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too This week’s SOTW is Heart Of A Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing (all acts tbh but I’ve linked Act I). When I discovered this Saga (yes it’s a fucking SAGA) I immediately began to binge read. I actually stayed up all night catching up to the current chapter. The reader and Dean’s sassy banter is hilarious, and Sam is the best not-so-little brother. Series Warnings:Canon-typical violence and language, character injuries, lots of whump, lots of caring for hurt characters, eventual Smut (Warning you early on. It will go there during the span of the saga, people),Medical talk (hospital setting), Angst, Fluff. Snippet:“Have you had anything to drink tonight?” “Not yet, but I like where this is headed.” He grimaced in pain, trying to cover by following it with a smile. “You offering to buy, Doc?”

[winchesterenthusiast]

For blogrates: what's your writing strategy? Do you listen to music while you write, do you sit in a certain spot/position? Do you eat/drink anything while writing?

I like this question. When I wrote regularly, I used to listen to music all the time. I always had to sit on my bed, with my keyboard propped a certain way and I NEEDED coffee.

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[teamfreewill-imagine]

I honestly live for your snap story every night with Wolf ❤️

sometimes she’s well behaved and other times she’s too keen you NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA GET it’s exciting

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💌 (love gigglyirwin)

bronwyn i love you!!! ur writing is amazing an ur blog is amazing overall!!!

send me 💌 & i will tell u what i like abt ur blog!!!

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Dear nonny, I don't know if you knew this but E.L James, the woman who wrote 50 Shades of Grey is 54. You may also want to note that 50 Shades of Grey was originally twilight fanfiction.... so... explain to me how 29 is too old?

I love you girl. But 50 shades reference? really? :P

[motleymoose]

Make Me Feel Like I’m The One

Challenge:  @jpadjackles 's 1K Celebration

Prompt: Hey Darlin' by Louden Swain

Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Reader, mentions of Sam & Mary

Words: 746

Warnings: Language, Angst, tiniest of tiny fluff

Summary: Dean reflects on his regrets about Y/N.

A/N: Holy cow, I freakin' love this song!!! If ya'll haven't listened to Louden Swain, do it. You won't be sorry (maybe? IDK, your taste in music could be vastly different than mine, but you should take a listen anyway). I'm sorry if this feels stitched together... it is. Enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!

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The road is long and lonely.

Dean knew that from an early age, watching his dad pack up and head out to hunt Big Bads in whatever podunk town they happened to be in. It was a rough life, but Dean learned how to make do.

And now that he was older... the longer he and Sam were out on a hunt, the farther they went down the road... all he could think about was getting out, finding a new normal.

It wasn't like he hadn't wanted to settle down when he was younger; he did. That year he had with Lisa and Ben was pure bliss, and sometimes... sometimes he'd catch himself thinking back to that time, wondering what could have been.

Which is why he didn't find it at all surprising when he met Y/N and things just sorta... clicked.

She called him her Ramblin' Man, and Dean didn't mind... hell, he actually kinda liked it. It made him feel liked he belonged to her, like he was the only one. It wasn't true, he knew Y/N had other lovers, just as she knew this wasn't the only bed he parked his boots under.

But they could pretend, at least for a little while.

It never failed, whenever he crossed the border from Oklahoma into Arkansas, Dean would call and Y/N would open her door to him.

He still had a job to do, that much was for certain. No rest for those trying to prevent another goddamned Apocalypse. It was understood between the two of them that this... relationship... thing they had going wasn't permanent.  It was a mutual agreement based on the responsibilities of his job and the uncertainty of his return. And the fact that Y/N wasn't going to put her life on hold waiting for Dean to retire... or never return... just made their time together a little less... complicated.

Even though the visits were few and far between, Dean enjoyed playing house. And he wished that, one day, he'd be able to settle down for good this time, and maybe... just maybe... Y/N would feel the same way.

The banality of his daydreams wasn't lost on him. Hell, that was one of the reasons he enjoyed chick flicks so much; the peace he could find in a happily-ever-after seemed even sweeter than apple pie.

But, he is what he is, and the loneliness of the road is despairing.

Through every backwater town he would drive, with every friendly waitress he would meet, Dean felt a tightening in his chest. The pang of knowing he couldn't keep this up, couldn't continue on this path to certain death, knowing that he could have that quiet piece of normalcy, would drive him into the welcoming arms of a willing companion. It would fill the emptiness for a short time, covering over the isolation and sadness that would engulf him otherwise. That feeling of contentment and safety never lasted long, not like when he was with Y/N, but he could force the warmth and happiness for one night.

Really, it shouldn't have surprised him that, after all those months he'd been away hunting, she'd be gone. Dean never thought it would have happened so quickly, that Y/N would have found someone that she loved deeply enough to settle down with in such a short period of time. She always joked she wasn't the marrying kind... but he guessed people changed, or, at least, that's what he liked to believe.

It hurt him knowing that it was entirely his fault for not being able to give up the family business. Sam and Castiel had become a pretty good team in the past year, and with Mary being back, he didn't necessarily need to be on the frontline. Hindsight's 20/20, and well... Dean couldn't blame Y/N in the least for finding something better when he himself was unwilling to commit anything.

Sure, drinking his problems away wasn't the greatest idea, seeing as how the hangovers were becoming more and more of a bitch to handle in the morning, but it helped... a little. Forgetting the happiness they could have had and all of the wonderful times they'd shared just made it all the easier to find comfort in someone else's arms for the night. And when he would look into a willing companion's eyes, he couldn't help but feel like he was the one.