@thxwinchestxrs / thxwinchestxrs.tumblr.com
Summary: You try to fix your rocky engagement with Dean.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2182
Warning: Angst
A/N: IT’S CHEESY I KNOW AND I’M SORRY AND ADVANCE FOR THE FLUFF I ADDED INTO IT. I COULDN’T DEAL WITH ANGST ANYMORE I’M SORRY I’M WEAK. Oh and I’m starting a general tagging list for every time I post a fic so yea message me here if you wanna be in it :)
Enjoy!
Hey I'm really confused, im trying to read hunters life and it keeps opening another imagine called uncertainty. Do you have a part 4? Sorry if you have already answered this question
Sorry about that! I actually thought I'd fixed it before, so I'm either having really realistic dreams or completely losing my mind, lol. I'll past in the link to Hunter's Life Part for on this ask, and I'll change it on the mobile masterlist when I get home (since I'm on mobile right now)! Sorry again! :)http://thxwinchestxrs.tumblr.com/post/138766675474/hunters-life-part-4-the-end
Summary: You try to fix your rocky engagement with Dean.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2182
Warning: Angst
A/N: IT’S CHEESY I KNOW AND I’M SORRY AND ADVANCE FOR THE FLUFF I ADDED INTO IT. I COULDN’T DEAL WITH ANGST ANYMORE I’M SORRY I’M WEAK. Oh and I’m starting a general tagging list for every time I post a fic so yea message me here if you wanna be in it :)
Enjoy!
Jared x Reader where they meet at a convention and Jared can tell tell that the reader is special and they start dating and there is lots of fluff.
Thanks so much for the request! Sorry, but I don’t really write stuff with the reader dating the actors. First of all, I’m not the best at it, and secondly, I just can’t really write it well because of the fact that, well, they’re married. But if you want me to point you to another blog, feel free to message me. Thanks again, and sorry!
Thank you all so much for 3k! As a way to include all of you in interactions on my blog, I decided to set up my very own SPN Fam :)
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Characters under the cut; * means they are taken! If you don’t see a character on the list you want to be, just tell me who and I’ll a ya (i have terrible memory so it’s hard to recall all possible characters)
Supernatural Poetry Challenge | @starclaire vs @adoredean vs @spaceboycas
Prompt: Charcoal
Pairing: none
Tags: demon!dean, blood mention
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supernatural poetry challenge | thxwinchesxtrs vs @supermoonpanda vs @emorull prompt: yellow pairing: destiel tags: none
“Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“Alrighty, boys, I’ve got a favor to ask,” you singsonged as you walked into the living room before plopping yourself down on the couch next to Sam. The two of them groaned, and you shot them both a dark look. “I found a case.”
“Elaborate,” Sam replied, eyes still fixed on the television.
“There’s something weird going on down at a photography place in Wichita. Every time a couple goes in for pictures, one of them is dead within the week.” As you were talking, Dean had shut off the movie, and they were now both giving you their full attention. “Anyway, I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend so we can investigate.”
“Why can’t all three of us just come?” Sam asked.
“How exactly would we explain that? ‘Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Oh yeah, and this is my brother Sammy. He wanted to tag along in our couples photo shoot, you know, just for fun.’” Dean took a swig of his beer.
“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend?” Sam responded.
“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Obviously?” Sam snorted, before sarcastically continuing, “What, do you think Y/N likes your natural musk?”
“Better than yours, Old Spice,” Dean replied with a shrug.
Sam ignored his retort. “Oh well. I’m smarter than you are.”
“I’m funnier.”
“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to help you in a life or death situation.”
“So what if it doesn’t? I’m stronger.” Dean said smugly.
“Sure you are,” Sam replied sarcastically.
“Oh, so you really think you’re stronger than I am?”
“No, I don’t think I’m stronger. I know I am.”
Dean pushed himself off the couch, patting Sam on the shoulder. “Keep on dreaming, sweetheart.” He placed his empty beer bottle on the table before walking up to you. “So, I’m picking you up at 8?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
You laughed, blushing in spite of yourself. “I already booked a photoshoot for 5 tomorrow evening.”
“Alright.” He gave you a once over, then grinned. “We’re getting food after, so wear something low cut. You know what dinner dates tend to lead to.” His voice was husky, and he winked at you before walking towards the doorway. Just as he was about the leave, he spun on his heel.
“Oh, and Sammy?”
“What?” His younger brother responded, disgruntled.
“Everyone likes my natural musk.” He flashed a wide smile before walking away, leaving both you and Sam lost for words.
Hey, so there’s just one week left for you to post your poetry! We are still waiting for 16 poems :) If you have already posted, let us know so we can reblog it. If you require an extension, let us know so we can arrange one.
Happy Writing! We look forward to reading your entries!
Will there be a part 3 for mistakes?! I'm in love with the story😍😍😍 BTW i 💜 ur blog
Aw I’ve gotten so many sweet messages about Mistakes! There will definitely be a third part, I pinky promise! I love you all!
I will always reblog this. ‘Cause I think y'all know it already, but sometimes the reminder’s nice.
Of course!! I love talking to y’all!!
Yes do this. If you have an idea for the next part of a series or something like that, tell me and it may get used. plus getting nice comments is always a bonus.
110% okay with this
No boobs? Damn. Grow some. Boobs? Cover yourself. You’re so vulgar. No ass? Everyone will laugh at you for it. Ass? Well, better cover yourself cause you don’t wanna draw attention to that booty, right? Short? You need to wear those heels. Tall? Damn. You cannot be taller than men. Also, never wear heels. Skinny? Gotta gain weigh cause no one likes bones. Chubby? Eat healthy!!!! Nobody likes fat bitches. You like makeup? Hell no. Taking you swimming on the first date. No makeup? Please, take care of yourself. Don’t be so lazy.
We, women, are constantly shamed for everything so we, as well, might do whatever we want.
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“Alrighty, boys, I’ve got a favor to ask,” you singsonged as you walked into the living room before plopping yourself down on the couch next to Sam. The two of them groaned, and you shot them both a dark look. “I found a case.”
“Elaborate,” Sam replied, eyes still fixed on the television.
“There’s something weird going on down at a photography place in Wichita. Every time a couple goes in for pictures, one of them is dead within the week.” As you were talking, Dean had shut off the movie, and they were now both giving you their full attention. “Anyway, I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend so we can investigate.”
“Why can’t all three of us just come?” Sam asked.
“How exactly would we explain that? ‘Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Oh yeah, and this is my brother Sammy. He wanted to tag along in our couples photo shoot, you know, just for fun.’” Dean took a swig of his beer.
“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend?” Sam responded.
“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Obviously?” Sam snorted, before sarcastically continuing, “What, do you think Y/N likes your natural musk?”
“Better than yours, Old Spice,” Dean replied with a shrug.
Sam ignored his retort. “Oh well. I’m smarter than you are.”
“I’m funnier.”
“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to help you in a life or death situation.”
“So what if it doesn’t? I’m stronger.” Dean said smugly.
“Sure you are,” Sam replied sarcastically.
“Oh, so you really think you’re stronger than I am?”
“No, I don’t think I’m stronger. I know I am.”
Dean pushed himself off the couch, patting Sam on the shoulder. “Keep on dreaming, sweetheart.” He placed his empty beer bottle on the table before walking up to you. “So, I’m picking you up at 8?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
You laughed, blushing in spite of yourself. “I already booked a photoshoot for 5 tomorrow evening.”
“Alright.” He gave you a once over, then grinned. “We’re getting food after, so wear something low cut. You know what dinner dates tend to lead to.” His voice was husky, and he winked at you before walking towards the doorway. Just as he was about the leave, he spun on his heel.
“Oh, and Sammy?”
“What?” His younger brother responded, disgruntled.
“Everyone likes my natural musk.” He flashed a wide smile before walking away, leaving both you and Sam lost for words.
