#I 100% can’t complain to my family because ya know I gotta be strong and they don’t need me being a burden

[floral-hex]

Just canceled all of my future therapy appointments. Big fudgin’ bummer. Did I mention I lost my insurance? Didn’t even find out about that until the day it lapsed. Trying to find a way to fix it now, reapplying and whatnot, but ya know, it’s bureaucracy so who knows how long it’ll take. Just fingers crossed I don’t run out of meds first.

lol it’s underwater 🐠

[flowrxchild]

🌼Get To Know Me Tag🌼

Thanks @satans-helper for tagging me!!! This is gonna be a long one so if anyone feels it’s necessary, please tell me to shut up! oke doke les do it❤️

1. What’s your middle name?

Olivia!

2. How old are you?

20, very cool and very funky years..

3. When’s your birthday?

January 8th

4. What’s your zodiac sign?

Capricorn 🐏 also an Aries rising, Libra moon if anyone cares lol

5. What’s your favourite colour?

Rn it’s yellow!

6. What’s your lucky number?

Ok I rlly gotta pick one soon cuz I just don’t have one lol

7. Do you have any pets?

Used to have a chubby brown lab but she was an old girl:( BUT recently I have fed a stray cat enough for him to come back everyday so he is now mine by Ricky Law™️

8. Where are you from?

Toronto, Canada baybee

9. How tall are you?

5’5

10. What shoe size are you?

7 and a half? I think?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Not that many like 5 tops lol

12. What was your last dream about?

Last night I dreamt about going horse back riding?? I woke up like ...she’s a horse girl, I knew it..

13. What talents do you have?

I can draw/paint?? Also I’m a pretty snazzy photographer

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I’m definitely intuitive...I’ve experienced some very strange coincidences in my life...

15. Favourite song?

Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile

16. Favourite Movie?

Moonrise Kingdom

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

*stares in Josh Kiszka yearn*

18. Do you want children?

Erm not sure yet

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Lol I want whatever the opposite of a church wedding is..

20. Are you religious?

Nope.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes. I’m so clumsy I am a danger to myself at this point...

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?

No I’m literally a baby chicken and will cry if u raise ur voice at me

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not formally? I’ve seen a lot of random celebrities just walking around tho cuz I live in a big city

24. Baths or showers?

Showers, practically but I love me a good bath now and again

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Im not wearing any ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ;-) Sam Kiszka tease ;-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

26. Have you ever been famous?

One time my painting was put into a community art gallery and they took my photo for the local newspaper except they made the centre fold of the page fold into the picture around my face so it got all distorted and it was like when Mike Wazowski was in the Monsters Inc commercial...

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not rlly..

28. What type of music do you like?

Rock, folk and indie but I will listen to anything

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. Me and my friends do it every year as a cottage tradition!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

3...I need to be snuggled AND supported

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I don’t sleep unless I curl up into the smallest ball possible like a friggin cat

32. How big is your house?

She smol

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Literally just coffee most days. I love anarchy

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Nope. Don’t have the desire to either.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

I have not but I’ve always wanted to!

36. Favourite clean word?

Cozzy

37. Favourite swear word?

Cunty but like as an adjective

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Not rlly sure...probably only a day. I’m a very sleepy person

39. Do you have any scars?

Yep

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

If I told you, they wouldn’t be secret ;-)

41. Are you a good liar?

No not at all. My face gives it away so badly

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I like to think so. My first impressions of people tend to be true.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Ya but not well ahsgag

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think I do, but my family from the states always says we have the stereotypical “Canadian accent”.

45. What is your favourite accent?

I loooove Irish accents. I find them very pleasing to hear!

46. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T to be precise

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My prom dress I think? I got it a Free People for 90$ and at that store, that’s a steal...

48. Can your curl your tongue?

Yeth

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

If this is referring to my belly button then, innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Ew ya

52. Favourite food?

Ok my fave food is also my fave foreign food and it’s Indian!

53. Favourite foreign food?

^

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

messy...ITS CAREFUL CHAOS OK?

55. Most used phrase?

I really am not sure...

56. Most used word?

probably ‘like’. Yes I’m gen Z, yes I have trouble articulating my thoughts. And what about it???

57. How long does it take you to get ready?

I need at least an hour...I like to plan

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so??

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

If you bite lollipops, you’re in jail now, I don’t make the law.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, I’m the funniest person I know.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes, funny you ask, I’m not only the funniest person I know, but also North America’s greatest entertainer!

62. Are you a good singer?

No! But I will preform for myself and the spiders living in my room. Yes, we exist!

63. Biggest fear?

Losing the people I love, being trapped.

64. Are you a gossip?

No yuck i hate it.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

this is too broad and difficult but The Witch. It’s spooky and dramatic.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I don’t rlly have a preference...

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably if I try really really hard lol as a Canadian, this is a good road trip game

68. Favourite school subject?

Art or English!

69. Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but something about makes me anxious

71. What makes you nervous?

I would really love to find something that doesn’t make me anxious. Let’s start with that.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No! I find it comforting sometimes actually

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends. I hate confrontation so I only do it if it really matters...

74. Are you ticklish?

Ok I wanna know who isn’t! Like whomst is not ticklish??

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

I hope not...I would feel very stinky

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

If by authority you mean telling my sister to get out of my unassigned-assigned spot on the couch even though my voice cracks a little as I do it causing her to laugh even harder, than yes.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes. *police sirens grow closer*

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I have done a weed or 2. Yes

79. Who was your first real crush?

My neighbour lol

80. How many piercings do you have?

3! My ears and also my cartilage! Used to have my septum, but it caused me too many problems so i let it grow over :(

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Ya!

82. How fast can you type?

So fast *spongebob voice* wanna see me do it again?

83. How fast can you run?

I would probably be the first to go in a horror movie

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown

85. What colour are your eyes?

Brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Nothing substantial.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Ya I do!

88. What do your parents do?

My mums a school secretary and my dads a fraud investigator

89. Do you like your age?

U know what, ya..I can’t complain.

90. What makes you angry?

Injustice and rudeness

91. Do you like your own name?

Ya I don’t mind it

92. Have you already thought of baby names if so what are they?

I mean I have names that I like but it’s not something I write down so I always forgot lol

93. Do you want a boy or a girl child?

I really couldn’t care less

94. What are your strengths?

Physically, I’m a sack of bones with the upper body strength of a new born baby but I like to think my sense of humour makes me tolerable *finger guns*

95. What are your weaknesses?

I am one frightened human bean.

96. How did you get your name?

Tru story: throughout my moms whole pregnancy, everyone including the doctors were convinced I was gonna be a boy because they could never get a clear look at me in the ultra sounds so my parents had only picked out boy names until I was born to which they changed their choice of “Eric” to Erika :))

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not at all lol

98. Do you have any scars?

Did I already answer this one? I think I did?

99. Colour of your bedspread?

White with pink floral pattern! (From ikea lol)

100. Colour of your room?

It’s an off-white

Ok I wanna tag these lovely beans @pe2chie @turntonightfirelight @camomillacatalina @witchgoddess @blackdressedtinyone 💗💗💗

[winsister91]

This Means War

Summary: Reader and Dean have a bet on who can pick up the most people at the bar and things get competitive.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2172

Warning: Language, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Flirt war! Just let your imagination run wild at the end of this I guess, I fear my smut gets repetitive :/ Been nursing a pulled wisdom tooth for the last couple of days so apologies if it's well... crappy. I’m not 100% but writing makes the pain lessen somewhat :)

My Masterlist!

~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

Tag list originally from @spnfanficpond I deleted a bunch that didn’t seem to be working, and now some of these aren’t working either? I don’t understand Tumblr tags at all. Feel free to lemme know if you’d like to be added/removed.

“The next time Sam says 'ooh it's a simple ghost haunting, you guys can handle it', remind me to hit him in the face with a brick,” You groan throwing yourself onto one of the motel beds.

“Noted,” Dean grunts as he copies you. You're both covered head to toe in black goopy ectoplasm and cut up to hell. It wasn't as simple as Sam thought but...well you had both handled it.

“Aw man, now it's all over the sheets,” you grimace as you sit up and see a perfect black outline from where you've been laid, “Perfect.”

“Well, I'm getting a shower,” Dean announces getting to his feet, “Then we're hitting the bar.”

“Ugh does it have to be we?” you scoff, “Do I really have to sit and watch you hit on skanks all night?”

“They're not all skanks,” Dean laughs, “And yes it is we. I need a wing-woman.”

You roll your eyes and drop back onto the bed.

“Why don't you give it a go?” he asks with a wink.

“Excuse me?” you respond confused, heart skipping a beat at thought of him meaning what you think he might be.

“Let your hair down! Have some fun for once!” Dean shouts, “Relax, get drunk, hit on some guys! You're hot so I'm sure you'd be able to get a sweetheart for the night!”

“Dean Winchester,” you raise a threatening eyebrow, trying to cover your heart sinking because he wasn't on the same wavelength as you, “If I want to grab myself a honey, I do it on my own terms.”

“Spontaneity is a fine thing,” he grins.

“If we both pick someone up, we can't exactly fetch them back here can we?” you argue, “Beds are ruined and we're sharing a room for crying out loud!”

“Who says we got to fetch them here?” he shrugs, “Go back to their place.”

“Valid point...” you mumble, “Fine whatever. Be quick with that shower then, and don't moan at me when I'm getting ready. It takes time to make this face beautiful.”

“I doubt that,” he smiles cheekily and shuts the bathroom door behind him.

You both enter the bar and you feel smoking. Just a simple tight black tee paired with skinny jeans and boots, but your eyeliner is so on point and hair stylishly tousled. You couldn't remember the last time you'd put makeup on and gone out, what with all the hunts lately, but doing so tonight had given you a new found confidence. Or maybe it was the slight jaw drop from Dean when he saw you that had given you the boost. Nonetheless, you felt pretty damn good.

You stride to the bar, already noting a few eyes drift your way and sit yourself down on a barstool at the end. You order yourself some cheap cocktail, giving the cute bartender a seductive smile.

“Okay,” Dean sips on a beer next to you and scans the room, “Who are you introducing me to first?”

“Hold on there Casanova,” you laugh, “If I'm on my own prowl tonight, I can't be your wing-woman at the same time.”

“You're gonna leave me to fend for myself?” Dean looks slightly hurt, “Fine. I can handle myself. Don't you wanna be going out there prowling?”

“No need,” You give a cocky smirk, “All I gotta do is sit here, and they'll come to me baby.”

“Yeah sure okay,” Dean laughs, “Let's see how that goes for ya. I betcha I can pull at least three chicks by the time someone mans up and comes over to you.”

“How much?” you ask, still smirking.

“What?”

“How much do you wanna bet?”

“Ugh...I dunno, ten bucks?”

“C'mon more interesting than money! I say...whoever gets the most people's numbers tonight doesn't have to drive with a hangover tomorrow.”

Dean looks you up and down with an expression of shock, “I uh...wasn't expecting you to be so laid back and candid about trying to pick people up.”

“Well you were right,” you bite your lip as the bartender catches your eye again, “Maybe I should let my hair down and have some fun for once.”

Dean shoots the bartender a glare, before rolling his shoulders and heading out into the 'playing field'. You narrow your eyes whilst you observe him head up to one of his typical candidates. She may as well have just come out in her underwear there was so much skin on show, and her heels are so high they were like stilts. Each to their own you guess. You feel that awfully familiar pit form in your stomach as he leans in to whisper some sweet nothings. You get this feeling whenever you see him hitting on someone but you don't allow yourself to acknowledge it. Tonight is your time to shine, and you will not lose this bet. A loud smacking sound comes from Dean's direction, from the slap he just received from stilts girl. You can't help yourself but burst into laughter, promptly stopping when he shoots a warning glare in your direction.

“Another?” the bartender asks as you finish your cocktail.

“Hmm it was a little sweet for me, what would you recommend?” You lean on the bar with a lone finger playing with your hair.

“I'm a rum and coke guy myself,” he answers, taking your empty glass.

“Rum and coke it is then,” you smile, biting your lip as you flutter your eyes at him. He smiles back as he fetches you your drink.

“So uh...what time do you get off?” you ask, deciding to just dive straight in. You were adamant not to drive in the morning.

The guy laughs, “You're straight to the point!”

“Have to be when presented with fine specimens like yourself,” you giggle, noticing Dean re-approaching for a new beer, “C'mon, humour me.”

“Well... my husband picks me up at about eleven,” the bartender answers with a look of sympathy.

“Oh...” your face drops and you feel your cheeks turn hot from blushing.

“Sorry to disappoint hun,” the bartender pats you on the head like a child and turns to tend to his other patrons.

“Haha!” Dean laughs when the guy is out of earshot and elbows you, “So that's one to me and nil to you?”

“What?” you quickly spin around to face the Winchester and he presents a napkin with some number scrawled on it in lipstick, “Aw, crap.”

Sometime later you’re at a draw with three all. Your new tactic of hanging around the pool table with a group of guys and joining in their own little tournament was also working out marvellously. Dean had taken your spot at the bar, introducing himself to ladies innocently buying a drink and giving them his full on charm offence. Despite the attention from the pool table hunks, your eyes consistently drifted in Dean's direction. You could have sworn you caught his eyes on you a number of times. That pit in your guts refuses to shift.

On your way back from a bathroom trip, you spot Dean talking to your hunks.

“I mean, gold digger. Completely. My friend woke up and she was gone as well as his phone and wallet,” you catch him saying to them.

“Wait, what!?” you squeal as your new friends make a hasty retreat, “Dean!?”

“What?” he laughs, “The betting rules never stipulated interference.”

“You son of a-” you start before taking a breath to compose yourself, “Fine. This means war.”

Round 1

You skulk up to the blonde Dean has been chatting up just as he goes to the bar to grab them both a drink. “Hey,” you whisper and the girl turns to you puzzled, “My sister hooked up with that guy a week or so ago. Crabs.”

Dean approaches while you dance with a baby-faced cutie. “Again?” he says, pulling out his fake FBI ID, “I'll let you off this night Miss Spankalot, but I catch you in here looking for customers again, I'll have to take you in.”

Round 2

You run up and slap Dean amongst a group of girls on their hen night. “You bastard!” You cry over dramatically, “You're other wife just called to tell you she's pregnant! With triplets!”

“She's loopy that one,” Dean mumbles to your next victim, “I heard she pokes holes in condoms and goes crazy screaming you'll be the perfect happy family.”

Round 3

Dean wanders over to the guy eyeing you up. You watch as he points at you and lip read him saying, “Has a penis.”

You make eye contact over Dean's shoulder to the brunette he's charming. You lean forward, nodding your head towards Dean and announcing, “Micro-penis.”

“Okay okay enough,” Dean sulks sat at a table with you while you chuckle, “Screw the bet.”

“You really don't like the taste of your own medicine do you?” you giggle. It's getting late and the bar is slowly emptying, “It's a draw anyway so no one wins. I'll get us another drink before this place shuts.”

You head on over, noticing the old blush inducing bartender had left and swapped for an upgrade. He eyes you up and down with a sly smirk as you approach.

“What can I get you hot stuff?” he asks with a lick of his upper lip.

“One beer and hmm...I'm not sure what I want...” you pout slightly, tilting your head at the pile of cute stood before you.

“How about a....sex on the beach?” he suggests with a wink.

You continue chatting with him, causing other customers to complain at their lack of service. You feel yourself flirting but again your eyes frequently drift back to the Winchester. He's still sat at the table, watching the bartender with narrowed eyes, he hadn't spoken to any other girls since you left him there. You daydream, absorbing those olive green orbs of his you loved so much. The pouting lips just begging to be kissed. How warm and cosy it must be snuggling up with those strong arms wrapped around you.

“You listening sugar?” you hear the gruff bartender's voice interrupt your Dean fantasy.

“Oh!” you shuffle in your seat awkwardly, “Sorry I uh...I think I should go.”

You go to move but a calloused hand sticks your arm to the bar.

“But we're just getting started here,” he says with a sly smile.

“You really don't wanna do that,” you snap into hunter mode and glare him down.

“Yeah you really don't,” came Dean's voice, now stood next to you.

The bartender's eyes dot between the two of you for a moment. He sighs and lifts his hand off you.

“Whatever,” he shrugs and walks away.

In a second you feel your other arm being tugged. Dean pulls you towards the exit and you both leave. He lets go of you outside the door and starts pacing back and forth.

“Dean what the hell?” you raise your arms and look at him bewildered.

“Y/N...” he starts, still pacing and then just sighs.

“Dean what's wrong?” you grab his arm to stop him pacing.

He looks at you in the eyes, a slight frown on his face.

“Screw it,” he mumbles, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a deep kiss.

Your heart leaps up to your throat and feels like it's going at a thousand beats a second. You can feel your cheeks burning and your hands slightly clench in shock. His lips are better than you imagined, soft and full and there's a slight beer taste which you find oddly pleasurable.

He lets you go and you gasp, “D-Dean...”

“I'm sorry I just... tonight was a stupid idea,” he stumbles on his words, “Seeing you flirt with all those guys drove me fucking crazy.”

“Um...” you laugh, holding your chest like it'll help your heart slow down, “That was your idea?”

“Yeah, a stupid one like I said,” he sighs. His hands are still around your waist and you can feel him pulling you close again, “I just thought you'd want someone better than me.”

“Now that's a stupid idea,” you laugh, now pulling him back and starting a kiss on your own terms.

You wrap an arm around his neck and one through his hair, pulling it lightly. He clenches your ass and moans into your mouth, sending tingles through you.

Another release and your foreheads are touching. You catch him smiling and it makes you do the same.

“Motel?” you wink.

“Hell yes,” Dean agrees, “I just hope they'll give us some new sheets at reception first.”

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