#alec mcdowell masterlist

[figthoughts]

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dean winchester [ supernatural ]

— one shots

⭑ dean winchester and his sweet little angel gf 18+

⭑ dean being a sub with his gf for the first time 18+

⭑ dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room 18+

⭑ sleepy motel mornings with dean

⭑ sub!dean needing to taste your pussy 18+

— drabbles

⭑ opposites attract 18+

⭑ deepthroating dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester finding out you got a new tattoo 18+

⭑ dean winchester kink headcanons 18+

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ random dean and sam headcanons

⭑ dean winchester finding out his gf wears glasses

soldier boy [ the boys ]

— one shots

⭑ combat knife 18+

⭑ soldier boy can’t keep his hands out of your pants 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding your onlyfans 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “you like fuckin’ a supe?��� 18+

⭑ just more one 18+

⭑ soldier boy taking your virginity 18+

⭑ soldier boy’s birthday 18+

⭑ “say it, baby. words.” 18+

⭑ soldier boy x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding out his gf wears glasses 18+

alec mcdowell [ dark angel ]

— one shots

⭑ heat 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “fuck me like you hate me” 18+

other

— one shots

⭑ sam winchester aftercare 18+

⭑ helping beau arlen relax after a stressful day at work 18+

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[artyandink]

flour fire

SUMMARY: Baking with Alec? It’s more of a challenge than it lets on, really. Especially since he’s a goof in and out, and now you have to deal with it. But then again, you could get carried away yourself, even if you don’t want to.

TW: fluff, baking, Alec being a soft smartass

A/N: Here’s the Alec fic, you guys! Enjoy :) banner by @cafekitsune

NOW PLAYING: sunroof by nicky youre and dazy

Baking with Alec was always an adventure, one that you couldn't have possibly predicted. A simple task like making cookies turned into something out of a slapstick comedy, with a little bit of chaos, a lot of laughter, and, of course, Alec being Alec.

You had initially started out with high hopes. Chocolate chip cookies, maybe some brownies if things went well. That’s what you told yourself as you preheated the oven, pulling ingredients out of the cupboards while Alec leaned against the counter, watching you with that annoyingly charming smirk.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Alec said, arms folded over his chest. He was clearly in no hurry to start helping, which wasn’t exactly surprising.

“Baking is good for the soul,” you replied, placing a bag of flour on the counter and pointing a wooden spoon at him. “Also, I distinctly remember you suggesting this when we ran out of cookies last night.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” he said, his grin widening. “But I’m here for moral support.”

“Right. Moral support,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Which is code for ‘standing around looking pretty while I do all the work.’”

Alec shrugged in that casual, infuriating way of his. “Hey, I didn’t say I wouldn’t help. I’m just waiting for you to mess something up so I can swoop in and save the day.”

“You are the worst,” you deadpanned, turning back to measure out some flour.

But before you could even get the scoop into the flour bag, Alec was right behind you, hands on your hips. “The worst, huh? You really want to say that to the guy who’s about to show you how to make the best cookies of your life?”

“Big words for someone who doesn’t know the difference between baking powder and baking soda,” you shot back, though you couldn’t help but smile as you felt him press a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Details,” he muttered into your hair before stepping back, all confident and cocky, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

You handed him the flour. “Alright, hotshot. Show me your cookie-making genius.”

He gave you a wink, grabbing the measuring cup with way too much enthusiasm. “Step one: measure the flour,” Alec said, like he was hosting his own cooking show. “Which I will now do…with expert precision.”

You crossed your arms and watched as he dug the measuring cup into the bag, completely ignoring the fact that you were supposed to level it off. He poured what was probably more like a mountain than a cup of flour into the mixing bowl, a cloud of white powder rising up between you two like smoke from a fire.

“Perfect,” he declared, brushing some flour off his hands. “Nailed it.”

“Are you sure you’re not supposed to sift that?” you asked, already regretting letting him anywhere near the ingredients.

“Sifting is for people who don’t trust their flour,” Alec replied, dusting off his hands as if the mess wasn’t his problem anymore. “I trust my flour.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, well, I don’t trust you.”

“That’s rude,” Alec said, gasping in mock offense. “I’m wounded.”

“Oh, you’ll be wounded when we have to eat whatever monstrosity you’re about to make,” you muttered, grabbing the bag of sugar before Alec could get his hands on it. “Here. Measure this. Carefully. And level it off, for the love of all things cookie-related.”

Alec took the sugar from you, but not without waggling his eyebrows in a way that told you he was definitely about to make a joke. “I thought I was sweet enough for both of us,” he said, flashing that infuriating grin of his.

You groaned. “I take it back. I’m baking alone. Go sit in the corner.”

“Too late, you’re stuck with me,” he said, dumping an alarming amount of sugar into the bowl with absolutely zero finesse. “And besides, I’m helping! This is a team effort.”

“You’re like a walking disaster, Alec.”

He shot you a look, pretending to be hurt. “I am not. I’m more like…an agent of culinary chaos.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly the same thing,” you replied, snatching the sugar back from him before he could do any more damage. “You’re not even following the recipe.”

“Recipes are just guidelines,” he said, waving a dismissive hand. “Like pirate codes.”

“This is baking, not ‘Pirates of the Caribbean,’” you pointed out, but your protest was met with Alec grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and tossing them into his mouth like it was a bag of popcorn.

“These are good,” he said through a mouthful, nodding approvingly. “Want some?”

You stared at him, unimpressed. “You’re supposed to put those in the cookies.”

Alec raised an eyebrow and held out another handful of chocolate chips toward you. “I can’t hear you over how delicious these are.”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. Alec was impossible, but he was also hilarious in that way that made it hard to stay mad. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he said, popping another chocolate chip into his mouth.

“Unfortunately,” you replied, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

The next few minutes were a blur of you trying to salvage the mess Alec had created. Flour and sugar were scattered across the counter, like a snowstorm had hit your kitchen. The cookie dough was coming together, albeit with a few more “creative liberties” than you were comfortable with, thanks to Alec’s insistence that “a little extra butter never hurt anyone.”

But just when you thought things were finally under control, Alec reached for the eggs.

“Wait—” you started, but it was too late. Alec, in his infinite wisdom, cracked an egg directly into the bowl…shell and all.

You stared at the chunks of eggshell floating in the dough. “Alec. Why?”

He blinked at you innocently. “I’m adding texture.”

“You added eggshells.”

“They’re crunchy. It’s a new thing. Very gourmet.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I’m baking with a five-year-old.”

Alec laughed, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Admit it. You’re having fun.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers, trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably. “No. I’m suffering.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek, smearing a bit of flour in the process. “You love it.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because you’re cute.”

He grinned, clearly taking that as a victory. “I’ll take it.”

With the dough finally mixed — and the eggshells carefully removed, much to Alec’s chagrin — you began rolling the cookie dough into little balls, placing them on a baking sheet while Alec hovered around, occasionally stealing chunks of raw dough.

“You’re going to get salmonella,” you said, swatting his hand away for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Worth it,” he replied, popping another piece into his mouth. “Tastes like victory.”

“Tastes like regret,” you corrected, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

Once the cookies were in the oven, you both leaned against the counter, watching them bake through the tiny oven window. Alec nudged you with his elbow.

“See? We make a good team.”

“Yeah, after I did most of the work,” you teased.

Alec scoffed. “Please. I was the brains of this operation.”

“You were the comic relief.”

“I was both.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Alec grabbed a handful of flour and, without warning, tossed it in your direction. It wasn’t much — just a small puff — but it was enough to catch you off guard.

“Alec!” you yelped, brushing the flour off your shirt. “Did you just…?”

He was already laughing, holding his hands up in surrender. “It was an accident!”

“Sure it was,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

You bent down, scooping up some flour of your own from the counter. Alec’s eyes widened.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, backing away with his hands still up. “Truce! I surrender!”

But it was too late. You flung the flour at him with a grin, hitting him square in the chest.

Alec stood there, stunned for a second, before he burst out laughing. “Oh, you’re asking for it now.”

Before you could escape, Alec lunged forward, grabbing the bag of flour and dumping some into his hand. You shrieked, trying to dodge, but he was faster, smearing flour across your face in retaliation.

It quickly devolved into chaos after that — flour flying everywhere, the kitchen turning into something resembling a battlefield. At one point, Alec tried to grab the bag of chocolate chips to use as ammo, but you wrestled it out of his hands, both of you laughing so hard that you could barely stand.

By the time the oven timer went off, signaling that the cookies were done, the kitchen looked like a flour bomb had gone off. There was flour in your hair, on Alec’s face, and pretty much on every surface within a five-foot radius.

“Okay,” Alec said, out of breath as he leaned against the counter, hands on his knees. “That may have gotten a little out of hand.”

“A little?” you said, brushing flour out of your eyebrows.

He straightened up, grinning. “Totally worth it.”

You shook your head, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “We’re never baking again.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Alec teased, wiping some flour off his cheek and flicking it at you.

You opened the oven and pulled out the tray of cookies, setting them on the counter to cool. Miraculously, they looked edible.

Alec peered over your shoulder. “See? Told you. Perfect cookies.”

“Yeah, after we nearly destroyed the kitchen,” you said, though you were smiling. “But I’ll give you this one. They do look pretty good.”

Alec wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I knew we could do it. Teamwork.”

You leaned back against him, smiling as you both looked at the cookies. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“More than cookies?” he asked, his voice playful.

You turned your head to look at him. “It’s close.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then to your lips. “I’ll take it.”

And as you both stood there, covered in flour and surrounded by the remnants of your chaotic baking adventure, you couldn’t help but think that, despite everything, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

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[zepskies]

DARK ANGEL MASTERLIST

Alec McDowell 📦

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut) Stories are Alec McDowell x Reader unless otherwise noted.

Bullseye** Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

Basic Instinct** - Being Human-verse You and Alec adapt to the realities of a human/transgenic relationship, especially during your pregnancy. 

Being Human** Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

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⠀hey there !! this is a masterlist of a specific ⠀character, in this case, alec mcdowell. my ⠀fanfics will have authours notes & warnings as ⠀to what will be in the fics ! i am not responsible ⠀for what any of you decide to read. anywho, if ⠀you like my writing, i’d appreciate feedback or ⠀even a reblog. happiest of reading to you guys !!

🎸 „ fluff  📻 „ smut  🎙️ „ angst

stories are on their way . .

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Very hyped for the @jacklesversebingo challenge! <3

This Masterlist is still a WIP and will be updated regularly (summaries and stuff will be added and might undergo changes). Every work will be linked here after it is posted.

⚠️ Works marked with an *asterisk will include 18+/smut content. Always read the warnings, please. ⚠️

Prompt: "I don't want to find out what I would do if I lost you." Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: (⚠️ season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) The Mark of Cain is slowly turning Dean into something he's scared of and he needs to take precautions; he needs you to promise him something. Type: Part of a Series

Prompt: Forgotten Birthday Pairing: Alec McDowell x GN!Reader Summary: Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he has messed up big time. Type: One-Shot

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Prompt: "Of course, you're good enough, you idiot." Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: Work Adversaries Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: Character A has to pick up Character B from the police station Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation* Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: The Blade of a Knife Glinting in the Moonlight Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader Summary: (⚠️season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) They had vowed to Dean that they'd do whatever it takes. When they find him – that is, the twisted version of the love of their life – will they be able to finish the job? Type: Part of a Series

Prompt: Biting* Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: "If you want something, then ask for it."* Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader Summary: People dance attendance on him all the damn time, so why can't you? He's Soldier Boy, America's Greatest Hero, and he's used to taking what he wants. Type: TBA

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October Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Dark Angel

Alec McDowell

Basic Instinct @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Alec adapt to the realities of a human/transgenic relationship, especially during your pregnancy. 

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Wanderlust @zepskies

Authors Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

Old Flame @wayward-dreamer

Authors Summary: Y/N never expected that a knock at her door late at night would result in a reunion with Soldier Boy, someone she long thought to be dead. The meeting gets off to a rocky start, but when certain truths come to light, some unexpected feelings come along with them.

Kinktober day seventeen: dirty talk @lilacliquors

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Cursed to Karaoke (Masterlist) @flamencodiva

Authors Summary: Dean and Y/N get hit with a spell on a witch hunt. What happens when they don’t realize the spell has taken effect?

Remembrance of Things Past @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You and Dean find each other again.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished @queen-of-deans-booty

Authors Summary: One good deed turns into your worst nightmare, one that you can’t stop from coming.

Unexpected Arrival @jensengirl83

Authors Summary: Dean thinks Y/N will be gone for a few more days on a hunt. What will she find when she comes back early to surprise him?

Everything Has Changed @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: Sometimes, the person you fight alongside is also the person you with the most. And sometimes all that fighting is hiding other feelings, other desires...

Choose your own Winchester

Lifting the Veil @thoughtslikeaminefield

Authors Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Sam Winchester

What he doesn't know @pamwritessometimes

Authors Summary: You’re hiding two dangerous secrets from Sam. Little did you know, he’s just uncovered one, but it’s not the one you think.

Nonstop | Drabble @saxxxology

Untitled Sam Winchester fic @supernaturalfreewill

Inherited Spirits @kittenofdoomage

Authors Summary: Your life changes with the revelation of a secret, but is it for the better?

Escape (Masterlist) @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?

Multi Fandom

Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), Jason Teague

Headcanon: Sleepwalking @zepskies

Authors Summary: HC: How Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Jason would react to you sleepwalking.

Walker

Cordell Walker

Dating Cordell Walker would include @peachyaliien

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Right Here @daughterofcain-67

Authors Summary: after getting dumped by a guy you'd been talking to, you decided there wasn't much of a point in looking for love. You were better off just staying home and drinking while watching your comfort shows. well... perhaps the sheriff may be able to change your mind.

Midnight Mischief @waynes-multiverse

Authors Summary: Leaving Cassie’s Halloween party, the way home leads to a thrilling detour under the moonlight for Sheriff Arlen.

[thebiggerbear]

thebiggerbear Main Writing Masterlist

Call My Name (Soldier Boy) - Grace Mallory, the Boys, and the government have all warily agreed to your plan to take down Homelander. There’s just one more person to add to the operation, the very person who is necessary for any measure of the plan’s success. Can you convince him to join the team and help you defeat Homelander once and for all?

Keep Me Inside (Soldier Boy) - When you took a job at Vought International to pay the bills, you never could have imagined just how much your life was about to change. Especially when you catch the eye of a certain Supe. (moved to AO3)

Only Ever Holding Onto You (Beau Arlen) - When Beau Arlen called and asked you to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff’s Department, you knew you should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for your relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had you putting in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed you; how could you say no? Yet, the more time you spend in Big Sky Country, the more you wonder if you should have stayed in Houston.

The Ghosts Are Coming For You (Beau Arlen) - When you moved to Montana, you figured you’d be in for a much quieter, more slow-paced lifestyle compared to the big city one you had left behind. Meeting Lewis and Clark County’s youngest sheriff while working a string of murders in your new position in Homicide turns out to be anything but — especially when things start to hit a little too close to home and remind you of things you thought you’d left buried long ago. 

Closer (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader) - Now that Russell knows the truth about you, there isn’t anything he won’t do to try to get you out. Even if it means he might have to move up the timeline of his exit strategy earlier than planned. (moved to AO3)

Follow Me Into the Dark (Dean Winchester) - Tragedy has struck in your life, quickly and without warning, leaving you completely devastated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Dean Winchester rolls into town and he and his brother are starting to ask questions. Questions that you are not prepared to answer though you have a question of your own: just what the hell is Dean doing darkening your doorstep again?

i need your hand but i don't want to burn it (Beau Arlen) - You receive a phone call letting you know a family member has passed. The news rocks your world, especially when you find yourself flying back home for the services, returning to a place you’d rather forget. As your best friend, Beau is trying to be there for you but you’re determined to go it alone. But since you’ve known him, when has Beau Arlen ever not had your back?

i want better for you...what's better for you than me? (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Your heart is broken and you’re currently going through a divorce that didn’t have to happen. Will you give Jensen the chance to explain everything that came about from that one night in Rome when you weren’t there?

Nothing But Killing Time (Alec McDowell) - Manticore has recaptured you and this time, you've been assigned a breeding partner. From the moment you meet, it's evident that neither you nor X5-494 have anything in mind other than a means of escape. Can you two come up with a plan together to break out and reclaim your freedom? Or will Manticore come between you and shatter the fragile trust you've built? (moved to AO3)

Their Silent Thunder Matches Mine (Beau x Cassie) - After a night of drinking and her walls coming down, Cassie makes a decision that could have repercussions on both of her friendships with Beau and Jenny.

You Know What You're Here For (Multiple Pairings - Big Sky) - Sometimes the pace in Helena slows down and when it does, other things can happen. (aka I came in and smutted up the place in Big Sky) (moved to AO3)

Close Enough (Russell Shaw) - When you’d met the Shaws at the morgue the day before, you thought that had been the end of it and you wouldn’t need to see one Shaw brother in particular again. Little did you know that Colter was about to once again ask for your help and not only would you be forced to see Russell again but things were about to change drastically for the both of you.

Come Pick Up Your Ghosts (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen left a little…something behind on his last visit when he was in town. Something you are urgently asking him to come back and retrieve so you can know peace once more.

Giving In (Character x Reader) - You’ve finally given in to what you’ve wanted all this time but will it be enough?

i won't let you go (CJ Braxton) - When Jen breaks CJ’s heart, though you hadn’t planned on it, her loss quickly becomes your gain and so much more.

Let Me In Or Let It Drown (Rebecca Jessel) - A missing moment between Rebecca and Peter once Viola’s spell was broken and all of the souls at Bly Manor are free

Let Me Set Your World on Fire (Michael!Dean) - While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It’s cold as hell (Cas’ fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.

Moving Forward Little By Little (Bobby Reyes) - You knew you shouldn’t have let him in that first night he showed up with alcohol in hand to talk about Jamie. But you had and now your partner never fails to show up at your door. The bad thing is, you don’t really want him to stop though you know you should.

Off Limits (Russell Shaw) - When Reenie sends you to assist Colter with whatever he needs after getting arrested for breaking into a morgue in Virginia, you meet his older brother Russell for the first time. There’s some flirting and definitely a mutual attraction there before you Colter sends you off. Little do you know at the time that Colter has warned Russell that you’re off limits and that Russell has no intention of listening to said warning.

So Close (Russell Shaw) - You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter’s call to voicemail.

Something Like This (CJ Braxton) - A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don’t have anywhere you need to be except right here, snuggled up with CJ.

Something Real (Soldier Boy) - You had offered him the chance for something the two of you could build, something real, if he gave up the suit for good.

Thankful (Soldier Boy) - It’s Father’s Day again and you have an extra special present for Ben this time around.

where all the dreamers go (Beau x Cassie) - When Beau asked Cassie to speak with him outside alone for a minute, she had no idea just where that conversation would lead and what she would be agreeing to.

You Didn't See That Coming (Pietro x Wanda) - Wanda had never known pain like thia. After everything she and Pietro had endured, why did this have to happen? (moved to AO3)

you taught me the courage of stars (Dean x Castiel) - (15x18 AU) When Chuck snaps his fingers, Dean figures that’s it. Everything they had worked hard to avoid, everything they had fought for, everyone they had lost along the way, Sam, Jack, Cas – this is the end. They had lost. Or had they?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Alec McDowell) - You’re looking for a way to set yourself up and blend in after breaking out of Manticore. Having heard the rumors, you seek out Max for help. In doing so, you come across someone you had never thought you’d see again.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Anael) - Anael calls you to pick her up after she leaves Cas back at the Emporium. Having just come off of a rough hunt, you’re really not that inclined to be at the angel’s beck and call.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Beau Arlen) - He put you with Hoyt and Tonya. For the day. What the hell had he been thinking?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (CJ Braxton) - You had only meant to call once, remaining anonymous while feeling out the whole helpline thing for yourself. Now, you talk to CJ every Friday night around the same time. When you don’t call one Friday, CJ is worried and comes looking for you which presents its own host of problems.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jason Teague) - When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason’s not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Jenny Hoyt) - You decide to ground Jenny for the day and as expected, she’s pissed…or is she?

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Rachel Gatina) - Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole “being into girls” thing properly. And she’s picked you to help her with that. …Lucky you.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (SDV Leah) - Leah tells you she wants a baby…a month after you’ve been married.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Soldier Boy) - You’re pissed that he put himself at risk yet again.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." (Tom Hanniger) - You went to visit Tom in the mines for a little Valentine’s Day fun. Who knew that one decision would lead to everything that’s happened? Will you be able to help Tom or will he be lost to you forever?

"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that." (Soldier Boy) - When Ben mentions something to you in the middle of battle, your attempt at a little levity turns the conversation in a direction that probably would have been better kept off of Comms during a mission.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Heartbreak (Beau x Cassie) - Jenny is witness to the first Christmas Beau is in Montana and spends at Cassie’s (moved to AO3)

Kiss Me Again (Beau x Cassie) - where trying to sneak around isn’t necessarily Beau and Cassie’s strong suit as they come to find out (moved to AO3)

Masks (Dean x Castiel) - where the Winchesters are attempting to get lunch during the pandemic & Jack finally works up the courage to ask for a dog

Nerves (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau’s nerves are making themselves known & Cassie decides to intervene (moved to AO3)

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Anael) - Anael is not happy that you’ve agreed to help the Winchesters with their far-fetched plan to destroy Chuck via Jack. She reluctantly accompanies you to the Bunker and this sets events in motion that prompt a conversation between you and Dean on just why the angel is so important to you.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Beau Arlen) - Your house is broken into one night when Beau wasn’t home and now you find yourself expecting it to happen again at any moment. Will you ever feel safe in your home again?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Dean Winchester) - When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can’t accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. …But is he really gone?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jason Teague) - Jason has just helped you escape the clutches of his nefarious mother. Where will you go from here now that you know the truth?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Jenny Hoyt) - When Jenny is attacked, you couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. You do what you can to reassure her that her mother will be found while you sit with her, waiting for the doctor.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (SDV Alex) - Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it’s pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. …Well, you were pretty sure there wasn’t, anyway.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Soldier Boy) - You’re tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." (Tom Hanniger) - Tom has taken you hostage. This is not the Tom you knew and fell in love with. Unable to escape, can you get him to trust you and maybe even reach him?

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jake Gray) - When you go with Jake to visit his mom, you encounter a young woman who inexplicably sets you on edge and has you sticking that much closer to the boy who has your heart.

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Jensen Ackles RPF) - Jensen says something at a con that initially bothers you that prompts a conversation where you admit that there are certain parts of his job that you could easily do without, not sure how that’s going to impact your friendship moving forward.

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." (Soldier Boy) - Hughie and everyone don’t understand what you see in Soldier Boy but they also haven’t seen what you’ve seen: Ben.

when were you going to tell me (Dean Winchester) - After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

why are you wearing my sweater (because it smells like you) (Bella x Jacob) - where Jacob gets ready to meet Bella at a bonfire the Pack is hosting and can’t find his hoodie

"You're safe now. I'm here." (Russell Shaw) Part 1 - You've been taken hostage and Russell is part of the unit sent in to retrieve you.

"You're safe now. I'm here." (SDV Leah) - When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.

"You're safe now. I'm here." (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy has been on a ton of dangerous missions in his time, fought a lot of battles, but never did he imagine he would be undertaking the one you had just tasked him with. Shit.

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Upcoming:

SDV Leah (AO3)

Dean | Castiel (Tumblr)

Maggie Greene (Tumblr)

Margaery Tyrell (Tumblr)

Billy Butcher (AO3)

Soldier Boy (Tumblr)

Dean Winchester (Tumblr)

3x07 - After Dell (Beau x Cassie) - where Cassie finds out just how worried Beau was when he saw how close Dell had been to her (moved to AO3)

A Prize Unlike Any Other (SDV Leah) - You may not have gotten the Golden Pumpkin but that’s alright, you got a different prize altogether.

At the Boot Heel (Beau x Cassie) - where Beau and Cassie have a moment (alternate scene from Thunder universe) (moved to AO3)

no one's the new me (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy is the OG Supe. You goad him into proving it and get more than you bargained for…or did you?

where is she? (Soldier Boy) - Soldier Boy only has one thought in mind when Homelander wakes him up: you.

Where Were You On Our Wedding Day (SDV Leah) - You decide to go mining the morning of your wedding and Leah is not happy about it.

Upcoming project for multiple characters

every king needs a queen (Soldier Boy) - Homelander makes you an offer that you are all too happy to refuse

You Win, Jake (Bella x Jacob) - Scene post-BD where Jacob and Bella compare war stories, playing a game of who wins the supernatural like they used to when comparing life skills for ages

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JENSEN-A-THON

WELCOME!

Rules:

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Smut is allowed

Jensen’s Characters (That aren’t so hard to find info on):

Dean Winchester

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Beau Arlen

Alec McDowell

CJ Braxton

Jason Teague

Tom Hanniger

Russell Shaw

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Jacklesverse Bingo 2024 Masterlist

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It's my first time participating in a bingo, and @jacklesversebingo felt very much up my alley! 😄

Note: All stories will be released on my Patreon first.

Stories:

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

Basic Instinct** - Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: You and Alec adapt to the realities of a human/transgenic relationship, especially during your pregnancy. 

[Sequel to Being Human]

Prompt: You whisper in his ear, and he breaks into a smile.

Maybe More Than Enough - Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: You’ve been a friend and ally to the Winchester brothers for years, but you and Dean break new ground while on a stakeout to catch a witch.

Prompt: Window—Letter Opener—Binoculars

Lost Time** - Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: When Russell takes longer than usual on a job out of town, you realize how hard it is to live half a life with him.

(Sequel to Every Second Counts)

Prompt: "Are you trying to get us in trouble?"

The Honorable Choice** - Dean Winchester x OFC

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

Prompt: Western AU

Series Complete

Lost in Translation** - Soldier Boy x POC!Reader

Summary: Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you?

Prompt: "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is No!"

⬆️ COMING NOVEMBER 29

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Against the Wind** - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!F. Reader

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin, in the middle of a snowstorm, with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

Prompt: True Mates

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Red-Eye - Jason Teague x F. Reader

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.

Prompt: Running late for the same flight.

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MARI'S MAIN MASTERLIST

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forgotten birthday ── ✮⋆˙

Summary: Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he’s messed up big time.

ship: alec mcdowell x gn!reader genre: fluff to note/warnings: little bit of angst, vague descriptions of the reader (they're wearing a minidress and have long-ish hair), partying with alcohol, reader gets tipsy, use of y/n word count: 3.2k a/n: my first time writing for alec and my first entry for the @jacklesversebingo challenge, let’s go! really excited about the prompts i got prompt: Forgotten Birthday credit & links: header edited by myself, but i used sensitivehandsomeactionman’s gifs ──〃★ dividers ──〃★ jacklesversebingo 2024 masterlist

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Routine had always been something Alec was comfortable with.

If anything had been drilled into him at Manticore, it was routine. Getting up at the same time every day, following a strict morning schedule – from what to have for breakfast to his early workout session.

Granted, with the escape from that prison came a breath of fresh air. And with the newfound freedom came the struggle to adapt.

Alec was a quick learner, always had to be, and he knew how to blend in as well as how to stick out. However, there were still things he had to learn. Or rather, unlearn.

His first meal of the day still consisted of the same porridge bowl, although recently he sprinkled some candy in there from time to time. His timer was still set to 4:30 AM each morning, although he allowed himself the luxury of hitting the snooze button more and more lately.

With no exception of today.

A day like any other: Getting up early, refilling his stomach, wrapping up those push-ups, taking a shower, getting changed, brushing his teeth, and texting you. His favorite part of the morning routine.

Alec [5:31 AM]: Morning sunshine, slept well?

He knew your timer was always set to 5:30, something you’d complain about on the regular.

“I swear, Normal is working us to the bone for no damn reason. He acts like the packages will disappear into thin fucking air if we clock in a minute too late,” you’d always say with a yawn the moment you’d set foot in Jam Pony.

At this point, your grumbled speeches have become part and parcel of his daily routine.

Even through this, you are his favorite addition to that new and free life of his. You’re an aspect he’ll gladly include in any of his activities.

Alec laid his eyes on you the moment you became coworkers. And what can he say, his irresistible charm made it impossible for you to not match that interest (though you’d probably fondly roll your eyes and disagree with that wording).

About three months ago, he asked you out on a date. That is, he had tried numerous times before – from the very first day you were introduced to one another, in fact. But he didn’t let up until that day three months ago, when you finally said yes.

One of the best nights of his life.

The other ones on top of that list were those that followed it.

The second date, your first kiss on the small dance floor of Crash. The third date, you falling asleep on the couch with him during a movie marathon. Fourth date, your coy question if he wanted to be your boyfriend and his fit of laughter when he told you he thought you were a couple ever since you pulled him to the dance floor.

You’ve only been dating for a couple of months, but he already couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Y/N [5:33 AM]: Morning! 🤍 Very, can’t wait to see you at work xx

Alec [5:33 AM]: Very, huh? Your pretty head came up with sweet dreams again?

Your response, an eye rolling gif, had the corners of his lips twitch upwards around his toothbrush. He was surprised to see you reply so fast in the first place. Usually you’d sleep in until you’d be running late for work.

You definitely weren’t a morning person, so your chipper mood was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

Alec [5:36 AM]: Could’ve just said you missed me, babe 😏 omw to work, better not be late to pick up your good morning kiss.

As his luck would have it, that one would just have to wait.

Straight upon arrival at Jam Pony, Normal forced a bunch of ready-for-delivery mail onto him. He barely managed to shove his bag into his locker, before he had to take off again. That’s what he got for being the first to show up at work.

Delivery took ages, too. The ungodly amount of letters and parcels of various sizes were manifested in the form of a tall tower, which threatened to topple over with each turn he took on his bicycle. It seemed to be a busy day, too, traffic blocking his way multiple times.

By the time he finally made it back to Jam Pony, his eyes immediately caught sight of you.

Your conversation with Max and Original Cindy was interrupted by your soft yelp, triggered by the sudden sensation of firm arms circling around your waist from behind. Alec gently poked your sides, fully aware of how ticklish you were and reveling in riling you up.

How could he not with how adorable your pout was?

“Sorry, babe,” he chuckled and pressed an apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You gently pried his hands away from your ribs and guided his arms into a proper embrace around your frame instead. Said hands found home around your middle, as if you’d done this for decades.

“Not you jumpscaring me and being late to pick up your good morning smooch,” you huffed theatrically, the roll of your eyes overly dramatic and belied by that cheeky grin of yours.

His feigning of having taken offense was no better – though he pretended to pout, there was an undeniable spark in his eyes. “Can I place an order for a pre-lunch smooch instead?”

You giggled softly and turned your head back, angling your chin upwards to lock lips with him. Even when you pulled back again, you added an extra peck to the tip of his nose afterwards. The little display of affection earned you gagging noises from Max and Original Cindy, the latter of which crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I’m gonna need an extra shot tonight just to wipe that image from my memory,” she teased.

“Good thing the drinks at Crash are cheap,” Max chimed in, grinning at you. “You guys are coming, right?”

Usually Alec didn’t mind unwinding with his friends after work, but something about his coworkers’ tone felt off. Plus, he could think of different ways to unwind with you, specifically. He’s been meaning to invite you over anyway.

“Actually, we were–” Alec started, only to be cut off by Cindy.

She jabbed a sharp finger in his direction. “Don’t finish that sentence,” she warned, “I don’t need details about the after-party, loverboy.”

The light sound of your bemused chuckle smoothed over the bickering. You placed a soothing hand on Alec’s arm, giving him a shrug of nonchalance.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate after,” you whispered for only him to hear, leaving him to deadpan.

After-parties and celebrations?

The jargon definitely stirred something within him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Not that he got the chance to ponder over the matter further – a special occasion, national holiday, some kind of anniversary? Surely not, given that he had memorized every single event between you two down to the timestamp. Not to mention that it wouldn’t make sense for the others to celebrate with them then. 

Before his gears could continue turning, a firm hand patted a friendly slap onto Alec’s shoulder.

“After-Work-Crash-Party?” Sketchy’s voice rang through the group, loud and confident as always. “Count me self-invited.”

The next voice that joined their chatter was less enthusiastic.

“The only thing you should be counting is the During-Work-Workload,” their boss huffed and puffed sternly. Normal cleared his throat in obnoxious fashion, tapping his wrist watch and effectively disbanding the group for now.

However, as the day went on, your beam decreased more and more. That smile of yours didn’t falter, at least not at first, but it didn’t reach your eyes anymore. Whenever someone would say your name, your eyes lit up expectantly, only for your expression to sink seconds later.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Your ears perked up at your coworker’s voice, your chin was raised high and the imaginary puppy tail was wagging excitedly.

“Sign this for me, will ya?”

Everything about you deflated, shoulders sinking, bottom lip jutting out into the ghost of a pout.

“Y/N?”

Same anticipatory eyes as before, wide with curiosity as you blinked at Sketchy.

“Have you seen Max?”

You didn’t even bother to listen to the rest of his inquiry and shook your head instead.

Alec observed this for a while, watching as people came up to you to seemingly chip away at your good mood. They weren’t any different from usual, so why were you?

By the time Alec went for a shot, you barely even reacted anymore.

“What’s up, sunshine?,” he hummed, playfully nudging his shoulder against yours, but you didn’t even lift your gaze to look at him. He only managed to pull an apathetic hum from you that could easily be mistaken for a groan.

“Wanna ditch this place?,” Alec whispered, lowly enough so as not to gain any unwanted attention from Normal. His suggestion at least had you blink at him, though his green eyes failed to find any enthusiasm in yours.

“Can’t,” you sighed. “Normal dumped an extra load of packages on me… Today of all days.” That last sentence was muttered under your breath so quietly that Alec would’ve nearly missed it, were it not for his enhanced hearing. You gestured leisurely towards your bike, a tower of cardboard boxes stacked onto its back.

“Tell you what,” Alec hummed, swiftly unloading the boxes from your bike and carrying them to his own. “I’ll take care of those for ya and you’ll get a headstart at ditching this place.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, you knew that beforehand, but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“It’s fine, Alec, don’t really have anywhere to be anyway.”

At that, Alec raised an eyebrow. He added the last box onto the pile, then used one hand to cup your chin and the other to interlock his fingers with yours. With his knuckles tucked neatly under your jaw, he tilted your face upwards until your eyes met.

Definitely no spark in them anymore, but what did you have a smug, cheeky boyfriend for if not for a little cheering up? You both knew he always managed to pull a smile from your lips, even if you wouldn’t admit it so as not to stroke his already inflated ego.

“I could think of a couple places I’d like to take you,” he teased with a smirk. “But how about we start with you getting ready for that After-Work-Crash-Party and I’ll see you there, hm?”

There it was again. That subtle twitch of your eyebrow, so small he could’ve easily missed it. You sighed and nodded reluctantly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Fine,” you gave in. “Are you sure it’s okay? I can help with–”

“I’m sure,” he interrupted you and then dismissed you with a chaste kiss. He mounted his bike, the crisp ding-ding of his bicycle bell the last thing he gave you before taking off.

It wouldn’t be until hours later, with him just arriving in front of the bar, that you’d see each other again. The streets of Seattle were illuminated only by obnoxious neon signs buzzing about, most of them busted. It was a cold night, the air crisp enough that Alec could see his own breath upon each exhale.

Breath that hitched in his throat the moment your frame entered his field of vision. You just turned the corner, striding towards him like a vision – despite him not knowing where to look first.

Your hair was styled, locks bouncing freely and lightly across your shoulder with each step you took. Apparently the chillier temperatures had not stopped you from picking out a minidress. It was decorated in dark sequins that reflected the neon lights in a way that made you sparkle.

He couldn’t help but let out a whistle as he eyed you up and down. His gaze briefly stopped at your exposed legs, right where the hem of your dress stopped. 

“I feel like the luckiest, most underdressed guy alive,” Alec chuckled once you stood in front of him. “You look amazing.”

Your lips curled into a bashful smile and you shyly hooked your arm through his. He took the cue and guided you inside, holding the door open for you on the way in. You both stepped inside, eager to warm up and grab a drink, only to be met with complete, eerie darkness.

Concentrating hard on his dimmed surroundings, Alec tensed at your side.

His hand clasped over your wrist as he grabbed you tightly, ready to pull you away, should the need arise. He was already in alert-mode, bracing himself to fend of any potential danger, when suddenly–

“Surprise!”

The lights flickered on, revealing your friends. They held balloons and threw confetti your way, clapping and cheering. A banner hung from the ceiling, the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY! spread across the fabric in a bold, glittery font.

Oh. Oh.

The group began to strike up a song, while Max busied herself with lighting a singular candle on a cupcake. She carried it over to you, a wide smile plastered across her face as she urged you to blow it out and make a wish.

Still dumbfounded, Alec watched as you beamed and closed your eyes, snuffing out the candle with a short puff of air.

It was your birthday.

Damnit, it was your birthday and Alec had no idea!

It all made sense to him now. 

Your sparkly dress. The weird conversations.

That’s why you’d been sulky the whole day. You were hoping someone would congratulate you, even just mention it.

This whole time he’d been under the impression that everyone was just going to meet here like usual, like any other day after work, part of that god forsaken routine-thing.

Special days to Alec were still a foreign concept. He was aware they existed, of course, but how could you fathom birthdays when you never celebrated your own.

Hell, he didn’t even know if he had one, technically.

“Your drinks are on us, sweetcheeks,” Original Cindy winked your way, thereby interrupting Alec’s internal monologue.

Right. This wasn’t about him. Today was about you. But, God, did he feel stupid. Playing along by giving you an awkward smile and nod, Alec nudged you towards the others.

“They better be,” you snickered, taking a ceremonial bite of the sugary pastry that’s been offered to you. “I thought you guys forgot.”

“We’d never,” Max gasped, playing along with your playful melodrama. “Right, Alec?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, mocking her with a cynical grin as if to say ‘very funny, Max, really.’ He felt the jab right away. These guys hadn’t so much fooled you as they had pranked him, huh?

The rest of the group took over, pulling you to the dance floor and singing along to the music with you while beer came flowing.

Alec ordered a bottle of champagne and joined you, deeming that this was the least he could do after fumbling so hard today. It was definitely on the pricier side, but the way your eyes lit up as he clinked your glasses together gently made every cent of it worth it.

You were getting bombarded with birthday wishes and showered in small gifts ranging from silly to thoughtful.

Someone placed a shiny, plastic tiara on your head, a tacky B for ‘Birthday’ centered in your hair now. You wore it like royalty. Sketchy handed you funny stickers and charms to decorate your bicycle helmet with. You were currently aweing over a collage of polaroids that Cindy and Max had crafted for you.

All while Alec was standing off to the side, back leaning against a wall, one hand in his pocket, the other fidgeting around with a bottle.

“Someone’s a party pooper,” Max spoke, stopping to stand next to him.

“Ten minutes ago I didn’t even know there was a party I could poop on,” Alec quipped and took a sip of his beer.

“You didn’t get Sketchy’s text?”

Obviously not.

But he could hardly blame his friend for this mess.

Alec shook his head and scoffed, more to himself than anything, really: “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even know today was their birthday.”

“Better spend the rest of it making it a good one for them anyways,” Max shrugged and gave Alec two or three reassuring shoulder-pats.

He knew she could relate somewhat.

Birthdays at Manticore were nonexistent. What’s more: They were nonessential. What mattered there was the present and the future. When you were born, or if you were merely a lab-creation, made no difference.

“Alec,” your cheerful voice rang through the pensive cloud in his brain. “This is the best party ever! C’mon, let’s dance!”

You were clearly already tipsy, your nose even redder than those flushed cheeks of yours, your eyes slightly glassy and your movement awkward as you staggered over to him. Your clumsy hand clawed at his sleeve until somehow you managed to pull him along.

You were having the time of your life and he couldn’t help but chuckle, a fuzzy warmth spreading through his chest at the realization that you wanted him to be part of this joyous moment.

Forgotten birthday or not, he’d make sure you’d have a party to remember.

Alec’s arm snaked around your waist to steady your swaying path and prevent you from tripping over your own feet. He even had to adjust that little crown on your head, loose strands of your hair tangled in it.

“Careful there, birthday babe,” he snorted softly as you clung to his shoulders and attempted to twirl to the music.

“Y’know,” you mumbled with a crooked, toothy smile, slurring over your own words. “Y’made my day, Alec. Really did.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded strongly, repeatedly poking at his chest with your pointer finger. “You– mhh… you’re today’s hero!”

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. Him a hero when he was the fool to overlook your birthday?

“What did I do?”

“This party, ‘s great, really is, I love it,” you babbled. “But you! You’re like the only one that made me happy earlier. At work, y’know? ‘N your text was’the first one – hic! – I got this mornin’ like you thought ‘f me ‘n that was so sweet.”

“I’m always thinking of you, darling,” Alec grinned, clearly bemused by your yapping, but also making a mental reminder to only have you drink water for the rest of the night.

“‘Xactly!,” you exclaimed in a Eureka tone. “I can always count on ya. Y’always make me feel like ‘s my birthday. Every. Single. Day.”

He laughed heartily and pulled you against his chest, his arms tight around your wobbling frame. You nuzzled your head to his shoulder with a content sigh.

“That’s because I’m glad you were born no matter what day it is,” he half-joked. It was definitely the truth, but he still felt a little bad for not realizing how special today was.

He’d make sure to shower you in gifts every year from now on. Sing you a song the minute midnight strikes and take you out to wherever you want to celebrate.

You rewarded him with a dazzling smile that had him feel like he was the birthday boy and your joy was his present. Alec spun you around, even scooted you up briefly to twirl you midair, just to enjoy another of those sweet giggles.

Once back to your feet, you still felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Happy birthday, darling,” he whispered into your ear, his lips grazing the spot just beneath it.

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All The Things He Said - Part 9

Series Masterlist

Part 8 / Part 10

Title: The Devil Called Me A Liar

Chapter summary: After almost dying (again) from the hands of Manticore's deadliest killer, Cordell and Alec can only do one thing. Wait. Wait for help to arrive and wait for wounds to heal. Alone in a cold but safe place in the middle of nowhere, they wait together. Unfortunately, their respite doesn't last long...

Crossover with: Walker / Supernatural / Dark Angel

Pairing: Sam/Cordell/Duke x Alec Mcdowell / past Sam x Dean (flashbacks/mentions included)

Chapter warning: smut, unprotected sex, p in a, angst, seizure, major character death

Word Count: 4465

A/n: So I finally decided to post the remaining chapters! I'll try to post the last chapters every 2 days!

This story is also on AO3!

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“I know this is not the best, but it’s safe. I guess it’s not something you guys do, hide and wait, but that’s what we need. Time.”

Pacing back and forth, Alec had his head up, turned to the right and then the left, green eyes looking everywhere. Like he didn’t have enough of what surrounded him and needed to see more and take pictures with his retinas to be sure to not miss a single detail. It was probably part of his training, memorizing the place he had to stay in before doing anything else. Finding any possible threats.

A good little soldier, Cordell thought. But as the thought passed his mind, Alec spoke and what he said surprised him.

“It’s nice here.”

After almost dying to X5-452, also known as Max, Cordell decided it was time to fight back. Before they got stuck in a corner surrounded by trained soldiers again, they had to land the first punch. But not now. Last time, they both almost died, it had to be planned and done correctly.

Before anything, they needed time. Time to heal, time to rest, and especially, time to gather his friends. One call to Garth and the hunter found them a safe cabin in the middle of nowhere in the forest. The cabinets were full of canned food, but unfortunately there was no electricity or hot water. No water at all, actually. But there was a lake not far from the house where they could bathe, and water bottles inside.

It was the closest safe place he could find them.

It was only temporary too, the time Garth could contact the others. Because with what Alec told Cordell, they would need as much help as possible. Cordell hated to involve his friends in his problem, but…

He couldn’t do it alone. They couldn’t do it alone. Why Alec looked so much like Dean would be hard to explain to a bunch of trained hunters, sure, but they would believe Cordell.

No, they would believe Sam.

“It’s not much,” Cordell brushed it off, limping towards the couch. Now that they were in a safe place, the adrenaline that used to course through his veins was gone and the pain of his injuries finally appeared. “But it’s safe.”

“Let me help-”

He felt the hands before the words hit his ears. But it didn’t matter, because his reaction was the same. “Don’t touch me.”

Rough and low, it was a warning. Cordell pushed back Alec’s hands and sat down by himself on the couch, sighing as it felt better now. Being electrocuted left a deep pain inside of him, accompanied with a strong, overpowering fatigue. Added to that, walking miles in the forest while it rained to reach the cabin…They were both drenched and exhausted.

Cordell glanced at Alec who was still standing in the middle of the room. The rain washed away the blood, and now he could see his injuries were mostly gone. There was still a bit of swelling where the bruises were supposed to be, but that was only that.

A memory tried to force itself into Cordell’s brain. He saw Dean, standing in front of his bed in another shady motel room, watching over Sam. His brother had more injuries than him, but still, Dean took care of him first. Always.

“At least, take a towel,” Alec said, a dry cloth in his hands. Cordell took it without saying anything and put it on his head to ruffle his hair. “Your clothes are drenched, I’m gonna go and look for something so you can change.”

The atmosphere was unpleasant. Awkward. They had to stick together, yeah. For survival. But there was more than that. The painful need to touch him, to feel his skin against his, his warmth, make sure he was really there… That he was still the Alec he fell in love with, it was poignant. Like his heart was being squashed in his chest.

Cordell wanted to stay mad at Alec. After all, he lied. He was supposed to kill him.

But… Cordell did the exact same thing.

The cabin was quite small. It shouldn’t take so much time for Alec to come back with clothes if he found some. A bit worried, Cordell didn’t hesitate and got on his feet. His legs were still weak and shaking as he took some steps towards the bedroom, the only other room besides the bathroom. It was how it was built, the living room took the same space as the kitchen. Then, a small hallway with two doors on each side, one being the bathroom and the other, the only bedroom. Cordell walked to the one Alec was probably in for the clothes. The door was ajar, so he pushed it open more, enough to see.

It was small. The bed was small, the room was small, and the person currently in it was small. A pinch to the heart, Cordell felt himself unable to move. What he was witnessing, he shouldn’t be watching it. It was private. It was a moment Alec needed, alone. And yet, even if he was frozen in front of the scene, Cordell had only one thing in mind… One thing he wanted to do so bad it hurt.

He wanted to walk in that room, sit down on the floor next to Alec, and let him cry against his chest.

But instead, Cordell stepped back slightly and put the door the way it was. Then, he walked back to the couch, sat down in the same position he was in, the towel around his shoulders, and waited for Alec to come back.

With everything he went through, seeing his former friend now enemy… It had to be hard for Alec. If what he said was true, and he had no doubt it was, Alec was close to Max before Manticore brainwashed her into a killer. He lost her friend. Watched her kill his friends, his family, one after the other. Got dragged back to Manticore, suffered the same thing as her, got tortured…

And now that he was out of the brainwash, he was being pursued again. The only thing that helped him go through all of that shit was him. Cordell. Sam.

Him.

Seeing Alec cry, sitting on the floor, his knees close to his body, it hurt. But it was to hear the suppressed sobs, almost feeling them himself, stuck, trying too hard to break free, shaking… It was too much. Sam could never support seeing his brother cry. Dean didn’t like others to see the tears he would shed, that was how they were raised by their fathers. But he was human, he still cried.

In all his life, Sam heard Dean sob maybe two times, one of them being when he confessed what he did in hell. It was painful to listen and watch the person he loved suffering…

Hearing Alec sob, cry, wail his inner pain, it broke Cordell. He wished he could take that pain away. Make things go better. Help him feel better. Alec could maybe heal his own physical injuries, it was harder to heal the soul. It was even harder to do it alone.

“Here,” a voice said suddenly, making Cordell jump. Lifting his head, he met Alec’s face. There was no trace of what he saw earlier, no tears on his cheeks, no red eyes, no sadness. It was in his veins, he knew how to hide his emotions well. The only time Cordell saw through that thick shell of the soldier he was, it was when he showed up unannounced at Alec’s place. And even then, it took Alec one quick shower to erase any trace of sadness and anger.

Cordell took the clothes Alec offered and also noticed he had changed. Alec was now wearing an oversize t-shirt and joggings that he had attached tightly around his waist to not lose them.

“I wonder who lived here before,” Cordell avoided the subject of what he saw in the room, looking at the clothes instead. “Garth is tiny, those can’t be his.”

He tried it too, to fake emotions in order to avoid talking about stuff he didn’t want to talk about. Cordell forced his lips up to smile, showing Alec he had no idea what took him so long in the room. 

Cordell glanced at Alec to see if it worked. The shadow of a smirk appeared on his face. “An elephant, clearly. Are you hungry?”

-

The after taste of the canned soup stayed on his tongue for hours after they ate. But that wasn’t the worst, no.

It was the silence.

Once the task of eating something was done, there was nothing else to do. Quickly, the night filled the sky again, it’d been a whole day already since they escaped Max. And since there was no electricity, all they could use to light up the cabin were the couple of candles found in the kitchen.

Besides, the dark wasn’t the problem. It was rather the cold. Biting inside of his body, it felt like his insides were shaking. The cold was everywhere but it seemed to be stronger inside of him. Teeth clattering, Cordell tried to make himself silent in the living room, but he guessed Alec had super hearing with everything else Manticore gave him. Because it didn’t take much time before a shadow hovered above Cordell.

“I know you said I could keep the bedroom, but I can’t sleep with your teeth clashing together like that,” Alec said. He had one candle in his hand that was glowing some warmth in front of him.

“Well, f-fuck you,” Cordell answered, clutching the blanket closer to him.

Alec didn’t seem to take the insult personally, he even brushed it off as he got closer to Cordell, right in his personal space. And this time, when his hand touched Cordell, he let the gesture go without interrupting it. A warm hand settled on his forehead.

“You’re not burning, so no fever, that’s good,” Alec commented. It was too dark to see his face, but only his voice was enough for him to know he was sincerely concerned for his health.

“Awesome,” Cordell muttered, trying to hide how it made him feel. “Now you can go away.”

Closing his eyes, the hunter tried to find sleep again, maybe he could warm up during the night once he fell asleep. But movements alerted him and he half sat up on the couch to look around.

The candle was now on the small coffee table in front of the couch, the flame so small, it did nothing. And with him on the couch…

“You’re so stubborn,” Alec said, and without seeing him, Cordell knew he was rolling his eyes. Sitting down near his torso, Alec was trying to lay down in front of him.

“And I don’t want you here, fuck off!” Cordell tried to push the man away, but it was useless. Alec was stronger. All Cordell managed to do was grab the shirt and caused Alec’s scent to reach him.

Dean’s perfume was almost completely gone. Cordell could finally know what Alec's own smell was. And he preferred to have never known, cause now, he wanted more. 

“If you want me to leave, you better be more persuasive, cause that is weak.” Alec took a pause in his words. “Listen. I have an accelerated metabolism, I can’t catch colds and my body heat is higher than normal. I only want to help you, I swear.”

The frustration only grew in Cordell. Because like always, Alec was right. Cordell didn’t want him to leave, he wanted to bring him closer, not push him away. He wanted his heat all for himself. He wanted to rip those oversize clothes from his body and be skin to skin with him.

And to resist in the dark was even harder. Since he couldn’t see, Cordell could only hear and feel… And the barrier between Alec and Dean was even slimmer now that fatigue was in the mixt.

Sam could never say no to Dean. Even if the word left his mouth, it would always mean the same thing. Yes. Yes to everything. So despite his mouth saying to fuck off, despite his hands trying to push him away, Alec layed down in front of Cordell on his side. In that position, Cordell was the big spoon and Alec’s heat warmed up the front of his body.

It felt right to be like that. With Alec in his arms. If felt right, like it was meant to be. It felt comfortable, but also painful. In the endless nights of chaos, Sam used to hold Dean in the same way. When they were in that bed together, the Winchester felt alone in the whole world. It was safe. They didn’t have to worry about the world when they were in each other’s arms during the night.

It was the same with Alec. It felt safe, warm, everything that Sam ever wanted to feel again since he lost Dean. Peace. But the peace was disturbed by so many other things running through his head, so many questions, fears and insecurities. Feelings were a tornado in his mind.

He loved him. But was it really love? Or was it his grief? Did he love him because he was him, or because he reminded him of a ghost of the past?

What was real between them? There were only lies. Liars. Cordell was a liar. Sam was a liar. The devil said it himself.

Liar.

They both lied. But they both felt it. There was something pure, twisted, painful between the two of them. 

It was running and running and running through his head endlessly as Cordell slowly warmed up with Alec’s body heat. In front of them, the candle had died, bringing complete darkness in the room. And after a while, Cordell found his arms around Alec, holding him close.

His hold tightened. Impossibly closer. And when it was too much, Cordell pressed him even closer. 

But he needed more, so he removed Alec’s shirt. But that still wasn't enough. Cordell removed his own shirt. The feeling of Alec’s back against his torso was good, burning strong, almost painfully. Like an extinct candle that would be lit up again, he felt the warmth bloom inside of him.

But it wasn’t enough. Like he read his mind, Alec removed his pants on his own. No words were exchanged as Cordell did the same to end up completely naked behind Alec. Skin on skin, they were now sweating and breathing fast, but still, none of them were talking.

It was almost as if both of them waited for the other’s approval before doing anything. Both wanted it, but both were afraid of doing it. It wasn’t the first time they did things like this, but it felt like it. Because now, they knew each other, they knew the truth. No more fooling around. 

It was real. No more lies, no more masks, no more hidden identity.

It was Alec that did the first move. His skin was burning as he took Cordell’s hand, guiding it down until it was on his thigh. There, he left it, leaving the choice to Cordell. He could stop everything now, and tomorrow would resume as if nothing happened.

Or he could continue.

It hurt to do it. But it hurt even more to do nothing.

The grip on Alec’s tight got stronger, enough to leave bruises. It was okay.

-

If, when they arrived at the cabin, Alec would have told him they would be burning hot at the end of the day, Cordell wouldn’t have believed him.

And yet, burning hot was weak to describe how they were both feeling.

Pounding slowly inside of him, Cordell had a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t about speed or strength this time, it was about all the things they said but never listened. All the things they showed but never saw. All the things that were left behind, all the hidden feelings, everything.

Both arms were circling the smaller frame, holding him close to him. They were in the same position as when they laid down, but now, Cordell was deep inside of Alec, fucking him from behind slowly. It felt good, like they were doing it for the first time, discovering the other’s body, the other’s voice, the two of them alone in the middle of nowhere. It was intimate. Passionate.

Painful.

“Hmm!” Alec was moaning more and more now, he didn’t feel the need to hold back or fake it, it was true, and it was unique. It was his own moans, not something he would copy for his mission. It was his own pleasure he showed with no barriers. He wanted Cordell to know how much it felt good, how much he wanted this, how, all day, he held himself back from touching him and how hard it had been. 

How scared he was of losing him.

“Fuck…” Cordell was cursing, groaning, panting. His body felt hot, it was so good to be in Alec again, connected so intimately to him. They were so close to each other, he was scared of losing him and didn’t want to hide it anymore. He loved Alec. For all the good and the bad reasons, he was in love with him. Even after the lies and with the danger lurking ahead, he loved him so much, he never wanted to be separated from him… Ever again.

They made love that night, exactly like the night after the carnival date. It was just even more real right now. They could die at any moment.

But there was more.

It was real because now, there were no more lies. Completely vulnerable to the other, naked, body and soul.

“I love you so much,” Cordell couldn't hold it back. The feelings were too strong in his body, and without even noticing, his movements got faster. “So.. So much…”

“I… Love you too…” The answer came immediately, and in the darkness of the room, Cordell could see Alec’s head turned back slightly like he was trying to see him.

He meant it. It was real.

Joy and love overflowed in Cordell’s body as he suddenly pulled out of Alec. The soldier let himself be manipulated and ended up under the ranger, on his back, and with no time to catch his breath, Cordell was inside of him again in that position. 

“Say it again,” Cordell asked, moving at a quick pace. He could barely see in the darkness, but he wanted to do it face to face. He wanted to see and hear him say it as he made love to him.

“I love you,” Alec placed his hands on Cordell’s cheeks, inciting him to lower his face to him. When he was close enough, Alec pressed his lips to his and kissed him with a devouring passion. His arms circled Cordell’s neck as they kept kissing, and it didn’t take long for Cordell to climax, long moans of pleasure drowned against Alec’s lips. Once Cordell came, Alec broke the kiss to look at him again. “Say it again…”

Cordell didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”

Only hearing him say it sent a strong wave of arousal and love in Alec, and with the friction of their body, Alec reached his climax next. “God… Fuck,” Alec moaned, a big smile on his face. “I never felt that good in a long while… And not just because of the sex,” he hastened to add.

“I know, I feel the same.” A small pause in which Cordell hid his face against Alec’s neck, both of them hugging in silence. “It’s wrong. But at the same time, I can’t help but feel good. So, it has to be right somewhere, right?”

His voice was muffled against Alec’s neck, but he heard him all the same.

“It doesn’t have to be wrong for us.”

To that, Cordell could only nod.

-

The next day, they decided to go bath in the lake. It was warmer than the day before, but the water was freezing. Perfect way of waking up completely after a night more than perfect.

Cordell was scared things wouldn’t be the same when he woke up the next day. And he was right, nothing was the same, but it was for the best. They confessed their feelings, they loved each other. And that was all that mattered.

Cordell was finally done drying his hair and entered the cabin, the towel around his shoulders. “I’m quite hungry, I would kill for a good coffee, but I guess canned soup would do again today, right?”

Silence answered him. The cabin was small and Alec had super hearing, so there was no reason he didn’t hear him and didn’t answer. 

“Alec?”

Worry filled Cordell immediately, the hunter and ranger instincts fighting each other inside of him. And when he didn’t find Alec in the kitchen, worry turned into fear.

“Alec!!”

Running, he made his way to the bedroom. Empty. Panic got stronger. The worse case scenario made his head spin as he burst into the bathroom.

And right there, his heart dropped.

“Alec!” 

Cordell rushed to the tub where Alec was. Sitting down, he had his knees to his chest and was shaking uncontrollably. Sweat was running down his face and his eyes looked feverish when he glanced towards him.

“That’s not how I wanted you to discover this…”

“What the fuck is happening! I thought you couldn’t get sick!” Cordell placed a hand on Alec’s forehead, only to remove it immediately. “You’re burning! You need to go to the hospital, fuck Manticore!”

A hand grabbed Cordell’s wrists, stopping him immediately. “No, listen, Cordell,” Alec managed to say. The tremors were so bad and he looked in so much pain, panic turned into tears. Angry at his body to react that way right now, Cordell dried his eyes quickly. “It’s nothing, just… When they built us, the X5, they forgot something… Serotonin, we lack serotonin… Tryptophan can help…” the smile he forced on his face was so fake it hurt like a thousand knives in Cordell’s heart. “Guess we’re not perfect, heh?”

“Okay then I’ll go to the pharmacy for it!” Cordell was about to leave, but the grip on his wrist got stronger, preventing him from moving. “Let me go!”

“No, we can’t l-l-leave, it’s dangerous,” Alec insisted. “It’ll pass, it’s just a b-bad one… I p-promise.”

Cordell wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe it would pass, that he would feel better soon and get back to the cocky, arrogant Alec he loved. He wanted to believe it so bad.

But he wouldn’t get better without that tryptophan. Because last night, Alec wasn’t crying.

He was having a seizure just like this one and it was so bad he couldn’t hold back the whimper of pain.

His head was spinning so bad. Nausea filled his chest with an uncomfortable pain, it pressed and stabbed and burned. Everything was falling apart, he couldn’t think straight, and on the spot, Cordell didn’t know what tryptophan was. All he knew and all that mattered was the fact that it would only get worse until Alec had it.

That was Cordell’s mistake. His emotions got the upper hand, he let himself be controlled by them and forgot about important things. Like the fact he heard the name tryptophan, saw it somewhere before. He even had some on him, from Alec’s apartment.

“Okay,” Cordell nodded. “Let me just get you a glass of water, at least…”

Alec gazed deeply in Cordell’s eyes, looking for any lies that would be there. When he saw none, he let go of his wrist and watched him get up. “Come back quick, p-please,” he muttered as he left the bathroom.

Alec should have known. He couldn’t see it, because now, Cordell was a master at hiding his emotions and lying. But he should have known that after the night they spent together, he would not let him suffer, let alone die.

Alec heard his steps getting too far away, thanks to his super hearing. Panic seized him when he understood Cordell was leaving the cabin, and adrenaline did the rest, he managed to get out of the tub on shaky legs and walked to the outside.

The cabin was small, only a couple of steps were necessary before he was at the door. It was so small, his ears could capture the sounds of the outside and the voices talking. His brain just couldn’t assimilate what was going on, or why his body seemed to be walking under water. His limbs were so heavy, shaking, painful, the door seemed so far away, but finally, Alec reached it. 

The door was wide open.

And finally, his eyes caught up with his hearing.

A strong explosion blew off right in front of him, making him lose balance and fall on the floor. A wall of heat filled his sight in orange, and through the flames and the chaos, he could see him.

Motionless on the ground, he was now only a dark spot in the bright light that was growing as the fire ate the trees and the grass. 

“CORDELL!”

Cordell didn’t answer. Because Cordell was that burnt body laying down on the ground. The corpse of Alec’s bike was right next to him, the metal bent under the heat of the fire. 

There was no way he survived that.

But Alec didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t lose Cordell. He couldn’t. It was just a bad dream, he would wake up in his arms, and they would go in the lake again, and his seizures would stop quickly. And then, his friends would arrive and help them beat Manticore.

Alec started crawling towards him, towards the fire, and he didn’t care about getting burnt. He had to get to him, save him, even if there was nothing to save. Maybe seeing Cordell would wake him up?

But it wasn’t a dream.

In the middle of the blaze, walking through the flames unburnt, there was someone heading his way. Alec knew who it was, of course, it could only be her. She probably found them immediately, but waited for the right moment to be sure to hurt him. Waited, observed, and put that bomb in Alec’s bike… Activating the device only when Alec would be watching.

And it worked. Because when Max lifted Alec to get him back to Manticore, he didn’t even move or try to fight. 

He was dragged past Cordell’s corpse, his eyes not leaving him until he was out of sight.

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September Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

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Ben has a jealous streak, and you have a stubborn streak - but only one of you can win.

Stranded @justagirlinafandomworld

What you wanted @em-ontv

Authors Summary: you were the newest member of Payback, and despite everything, you stayed, wanting to prove yourself to them, to Soldier Boy. And in the end, you did get what you wanted.

In the Dark @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Untitled drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Untitled drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Dean Winchester

Before the first light @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary: ~ With Michael pounding away in his head, ready to break free at any moment, Dean realizes he has no other choice but to do what Billie says and lock himself away forever. He hadn't planned on telling her, hadn't planned on a goodbye, but Y/N wouldn't let him leave without one more night...~

when were you going to tell me @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

Let's go for a drive @rizlowwritessortof

Ten Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

Code Red @zepskies

Authors Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

Dark Angel

Bullseye @zepskies

Authors Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

Being Human @zepskies

Authors Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Alec McDowell Prompt Response @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: You're looking for a way to set yourself up and blend in after breaking out of Manticore. Having heard the rumors, you seek out Max for help. In doing so, you come across someone you had never thought you'd see again.

Flour Fire @artyandink

Authors Summary: Baking with Alec? It’s more of a challenge than it lets on, really. Especially since he’s a goof in and out, and now you have to deal with it. But then again, you could get carried away yourself, even if you don’t want to.

[thebiggerbear]

Six Sentence Sunday - 7/14/24 - Soldier Boy x Reader

A/N: This is an excerpt of an upcoming mini-project that I've been consistently working on for the past few weeks for Beau Arlen, Dean Winchester, Tom Hanniger, Jake Gray, Boaz Priestly, CJ Braxton, Russell Shaw, Alec McDowell, Jensen Ackles RPF (I'm still working out the kinks on this one, no pun intended), and of course, Soldier Boy. Below is a preview of the Soldier Boy section. I might have miscounted but I think this might be the first time I actually hit the mark of six sentences. 🥳

Please let me know what you think in the comments below.

All unbeta'd.

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Soldier Boy Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @just-levyy; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444; @faephoria; @believeinthefireflies95

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24

“You saw a lot more than you let on when they had you do a read on me after pulling me out of the tube.” Not a question but a statement, one that didn’t contain any traces of surprise.

He was right; you had seen plenty — some things you’d rather forget. But you had meant what you said to Hughie just before, to Butcher and the team before that. There was more to him than the green suit, than the America’s Son bullshit facade, and even the horrible things he had done in his time. There was something there worth trying to extricate, to let see the light of day that hadn’t in a very long time.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for this upcoming work.

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