Hehehe I Love My Brain! I Had The Best Idea For A Dean Fic It Might Be A Series.

BEING A SUPERNATURAL FAN IN 2025 IS AN EXPERIENCE

What is happening?????????

I was just thinking about this today because I love supernatural but I just started criminal minds after years of people telling me to and I had seen like clips of Spencer Reid and thought he would be my favorite or whatever. The minute I started actually watching the show Derek was my favorite

Hear me out…

They all would so get along, like dean and Derek, Sam and spencer… think about it they’re basically the same person. The hot and strong older brother who gets all the girls and the nerdy puppy dog faced, boy band haired younger brother who could get way more girls if he tried to. (I know Derek and Spence aren’t related)

I’m rewatching Supernatural with my mom.

I dislike that I love Gabriel so much! He’s legit so ughhhh 😫

And it hurts because there are no fics that I haven’t already read! I’m begging for a series or something that’s a Gabriel x Winchester! Reader or something!

Also where does Richard Speight jr. Get off being so hot as Gabriel and Loki!

All I want is to write fanfic on a cute pink typewriter and smoke a fake cigarette for the aesthetic of it and live my life in a pretty apartment in nyc

(This is the type writer in my brain)

🫶🏼✨This is so adorable and perfect ✨🫶🏼

in between the lines - d.m

in which; gf!reader and derek have a quiet morning in

content; fluffy drabble!! non bau! reader (shocker ik), they’re so in love, affectionate teasing, that’s literally it!

a/n; drabbles are so not me but i feel like this was good where it was. i hope you’re all well!! kisses!!

wc; 0.7k

Sunlight softly cascading through the skylights in your bedroom awakens you, eyelashes fluttering softly against the pillow - once, twice, thrice - and then your eyes are all the way open. Instantly, you find out that there’s an empty space in the bed next to you when your hand meets the plump mattress rather than rigid muscle. What you had expected to find was your boyfriend laying next to you, preferably with an arm draped over your waist, yet there was nothing - no one - there.

Confused and still slightly disoriented, you sit up in bed with one hand still resting in the empty space next to you while the other wipes the sleep dust from your eyes. As the fog starts to lift from around your brain, providing the clarity needed to think, you recall today is his day off and it only makes the confusion worse. Being called in to work was always a possibility, but he tends to wake you up every time to say goodbye.

It’s only when the smell of coffee and cinammon sneaks its way through the doorway and into your nose that everything clicks; Derek’s not gone, he’s simply just making breakfast. At this new revelation, a soft grin makes its way onto your face as you stretch in bed before swinging your legs around the side of it. Your boyfriend isn’t away, he’s here with you, and that’s more than enough to get you up.

When you enter the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon only grows stronger - you figure if this was a cartoon, you’d be following the scent’s trail with a dreamy look on your face. A soft sizzling sound reaches your ears and on the counter next to the stove top are all of the ingredients for french toast.

Wrapping your arms around Derek’s mid-section, you speak, voiced laced with the rasp that only comes with early mornings, “What a mighty good man.” The Salt-N-Pepa reference earns a hearty chuckle from said mighty good man as he takes your arms away from his torso and turns to face you instead. Arms snake around your waist and soft lips find your forehead, planting a small kiss there while simultaneously smelling your hair.

“Freak,” you tease, grinning wholeheartedly.

“Oh, that’s the thanks I get, huh?”

“Mhm, you left me all alone in bed.”

“To make you breakfast, dumbass.”

“Oh, and now you’re insulting me? Worst boyfriend ever.”

He wants to kiss you to prove you wrong or follow that up with an equally teasing remark, but he’s also hyper aware of the french toast in the skillet, and you both know it. Your knowing is represented with a smug smirk while his is demonstrated through the shake of his head before he turns around and resumes cooking.

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Once breakfast has been made, the two of you sit on the couch in your living room, eating together in a calming silence. Songbirds can be heard ever so faintly through one of the open windows, almost a natural soundtrack - you like to think it’s for the pair of you. Especially on days like these. He has a day off and sure, you could go out on a date or head to the gym together, or renovate the new project he’s working on. Utilise the time rather than ‘waste’ it, but it’s the slow days you enjoy the most.

Since meeting Derek, your whole perception of love has changed. Rather than a big romantic gesture, or some amazing expensive date at an upscale restaurant, you’ve started to believe that true love lies in between the lines.

The simple silence that never asks nor wants to be filled by chatter. Legs intertwined with his on the couch. Breakfast that isn’t hurried with the burden of his work lingering in the background. Knowing you’ll both probably go and lay in bed for longer after this. Fleeting touches that somehow still manage to give you butterflies every time.

The soft noise of a fork clashing lightly against a plate draws you back from your reverie, head turning towards your boyfriend who’s just placed both of your dishes on the coffee table.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmur while leaning into his side, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Mhm,” kiss, “anything for you, princess.”

“I love you,” kiss, “So much, baby.”

“I love you, too, gorgeous.”

media literacy would automatically go up 100% if people knew how to consume stories without self-inserting themselves into the characters' shoes. "if i were him..." you're NOT. you may relate to his story, his past, his traits, his quirks, his identity but the moment you start treating the story accepting what you feel/think as what the character feels/thinks, you're misunderstanding the story.

imagine a goat with a hat

STOP-

what hat did you give the goat what is the instinctual hat you gave to this goat

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals