oooh, I like this one
seven comfort movies
- 10 things I hate about you
- brokeback mountain
- spider-man no way home
- white chicks
- dirty dancing
- napoleon dynamite
- the eras tour movie
tagging @makeadealwithdean @wayward-dreamer
seven comfort movies + pinterest tag game āØ
first character, real person, quote, & outfit when you open Pinterest is your vibe.
Thanks for tagging me, @sugarcoated-lame! You're a dear! ā¤ļø
(also are we surprised that Lew is half of my vibe because I'm sure not)
seven comfort movies
pride and prejudice ('95)
clue
the american president
you've got mail
funny face
the thin man
star wars ot (yes I'm counting them as one movie don't @ me)
no pressure tagging: @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby @writercole @sometimesanalice @gretagerwigsmuse @a-reader-and-a-writer @green-socks @roosterforme @attapullman @lewmagoo @bobfloydsbabe
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loved it, Brandy!! and thereās no way he could ever mess up that very last attempt of making it up to herš glad youāre back babe š«¶š¼
At First You Don't Succeed
Dean x reader
Word Count-827
Warnings- language
Summary- Dean forgets the reader's birthday and he tries to make it up to her. But nothing he tries seems to go his way.
Y/N sat at the table in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. She was the first one awake, giving her some time alone and time to think. Dean had gotten back to the bunker very late and crashed. It had been a rough hunt, and she knew how those always seemed to take a toll on him. But she was still a little hurt. Yesterday had been her birthday, and heād forgotten.Ā
āMorning, babe,ā Deanās voice rang out in the empty room.Ā
āMorning,ā she mumbled, trying to hide the hurt in her tone.Ā
āWhatās up?ā he asked, knowing something was wrong. She was never that short with him. Especially when he had just returned from being away for over a week.Ā
āNothinā. Iām good. Did you sleep well?āĀ
He lifted his brow in concern and confusion. He knew she was lying him, but he didnāt know what, or who, had bothered her. That was until he glanced down at his phone after he had poured his coffee.Ā
āFuck!ā he grumbled under his breath.Ā
Heād missed her birthday.Ā
āWhat?ā she asked, hearing him mumble something.Ā
āHuh? Oh, nothing, babe. Just stubbed my toe,ā he answered quickly, hoping she didnāt know he was lying, āI, uh, Iām going to go clean my guns.āĀ
He hastily made his way out of the kitchen before she could say anything. He didnāt want to get caught in his lie or see the look of disappointment on her face he knew would surely be there. He hated to make her sad or hurt her feelings, and he had done both for sure. He was going to make it up to her, beg her forgiveness, and hope they could salvage the day. What he didnāt know was nothing he had planned would work out in his favor at all.Ā
He had tried running her bath after leaving the kitchen that morning, only to get distracted while looking something up on his phone and the entire bathroom flooded with the overdrawn tub. The second thing heād tried that day was making her lunch and bringing it to her in bed. The lunch part had gone fine until he was three feet from the bed, dropping the plate and spilling the food all over the floor. The giggle that left Y/N had made him mad for a second, but he would keep trying.Ā
Trying once again, heād gone to buy her flowers. They didnāt have her favorites, so heĀ grabbed a bouquet of ones he thought she would think was pretty. Yet again, that had blown up in his face when he brought them home to her, reaching from behind his back, a proud grin on his face, to learn that she was allergic to that type of flower. With a huff of defeat and annoyance, he left to try one more thing.Ā
Y/N walked into the kitchen that evening, her jaw dropping at the hurricane of ingredients and utensils strewn around the room. It was a complete mess, but she couldnāt help but smile. Standing in the middle of the chaos was Dean, holding the cake he had made her. A shy smile on his face.Ā
āUh,ā he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous, āI know itās not pretty and it probably tastes like shit, but I tried. Hopefully this isnāt going to end like everything else I tried today.ā
āDean,ā she sighed happily, walking over and cupping his face in her hands, āItās perfect.āĀ
āWell, I wouldnāt say perfect. I just hope you like it, sweetheart. And Iām sorry I forgot your birthday. I was just so tired from the hunt, and I just wanted to get home to you andā¦āĀ
She interrupted him, crashing her lips to his, pulling away to look at him. Damn, how she loved this man. Yes, he forgot her birthday, but he always carried the world on his shoulders. She really couldnāt be mad that he forgot, considering heād always remembered every other time. As she looked at him, the little smirk on his face, she began to laugh.Ā
āWhatās so funny?ā He huffed, a little miffed that she was laughing at his attempt to make her birthday up to her.Ā
āIām sorry, but Dean, you have to admit, all the failed attempts today are a little funny.āĀ
āI donāt think itās funny,ā he groaned, āI really tried to make it up to you, and nothing would go right.āĀ
āAww, babe. You did make it up to me. The fact that you tried that hard, whether it failed or not, shows me that you care. Thatās all that matters to me.āĀ
āWell, shit. If I knew that, I wouldāve given up a long time ago,ā he laughed when she swatted his arm, āNow, letās eat this fugly ass cake, and then Iāll show you my last idea of how Iām going to make it up to you.ā
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