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jollyhunter · 2 months ago

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24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 8.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,430

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A/N: Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And if you enjoy it so far, please let me know <3 On another side note; I didn't get to proof read it anymore, will do so tomorrow!

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8th Dec. - Hex Play

“What now?” Dean asks, his eyes darting up from the small folded paper he had added to the hex bag in your hands. “We just… go to bed or what?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You tightly wrap the red string around the leather pouch, sealing it for good so that neither of you will end up with a crows beak or a coyotes backbone in your face while you sleep. "And if we wanna leave, we just tear the paper apart."

The hex bag gets shoved under the mattress before both of you swing yourselves onto the bed and get comfortable, your hands instinctively searching one another to intertwine your fingers. For a moment, you both stay silent, your eyes glued to the ceiling in anticipation.

Then Dean’s (short) patience snaps and he grunts in annoyance, “This isn't wo-” “Son of a bitch,” he breaths out wide-eyed, taking in the sudden change of surrounding. One moment you were in your bed, next you both stand in the hallway of a hospital.

“No way,” you mutter just as befuddled, your eyes roaming the life like location while you turn around - just to get bumped into by a man in his white coat. “Whoa- watch it mate-”

“Nurse,” he nods at you with a sultry smile before he continues his way down the hall with his damn cowboy boots clamping against the floor. Wait. Cowboy boots? No fucking way this is- You whirl around to meet Dean’s face. And oh God, his green eyes were practically sparkling like the friggin’ vamp guy from Twilight.

“Dr. Sexy.” You say, hoping to snap him out of his swooning state.

“Doctor Sexy, M.D.” He corrects you. He watches him until he takes the corner at the end of the hallway and he finally manages to shift his focus to you for the first time, his lips parting at the sight. “Goddamn, honey.” His eyes widen once more, his tongue darting out briefly to swipe his lips, “This hex play’s workin’ like a charm.”

You look down at yourself, just now realizing that, right, the guy had addressed you as ‘nurse’. And lo and behold - you are wearing a nurse’s attire. Or well, let’s say a bit of a sluttier version of a nurse, but you had to admit, the short white skirt and the matching stockings had some sex-appeal. “So this is what you wrote down? This what you dream of?” You look up at Dean with a teasing smile as you notice him basically gnawing his bottom lip at the sight of you like this.

“Hell yeah,” he admits without hesitation, “You look so hot – I just – damn.” Yep, this was exactly what he had always dreamed of; the classic role play cliché of the sexy nurse. But it was you, it wasn’t any nurse, but actually you. Dean stares down at you, his mind seemingly short-circuited while you can make out a faint moan that he just tried to bite back. Your lips curl into a knowing smile while you begin to get into character. “Soooo…” you drawl in a sultry tone and taking a step closer until your breasts are pressed flush against his chest and his breath hitches at your unexpected move. You continue the teasing, your fingers slowly trailing up his doctors coat until they reach the first button of his shirt, playfully fumbling with it, “I think I need to do a check up on you… Doctor.”

“Y-Yes,” Dean stutters slightly, his breaths coming out in short, excited little huffs. You had barely even touched him and he is already so close to a whimpering mess. “Alrighty,” You chuckle while you grab him by the collar to lead him over to the next open door. “Time to get those pants down for your full body check.”

Dean stops in his tracks, trying – and failing – to hide the intense shudder that runs through his body at the way you play your role absolutely perfectly. “Damn, woman,” he mutters under his breath, his words underlined by a faint whine. “Wait- I know a better spot-” He grabs you around the waist and pulls you along, navigating you both past a dozen nurses and doctors until you two end up in the office of none others but Dr. feakin’ Sexy, M.D’s. Taking back the lead in this roleplay, you swiftly push him up against the wall, your red lips leaving a trail of lipstick kiss marks along his collarbone and all the way up to his cheekbone. Dean shudders under your touch, his voice a low whimper, “My God, hon-”

“Nurse,” you interject while you keep nipping at his pulse point, drawing another needy whimper from his lips. “I must be very thorough with my inspections...Dr. Winchester.” You announce against his skin and your fingers quickly go to work their way down each button.

Some minutes later, Dean is stripped completely naked, his entire body peppered with sweet red lipstick markings proving your thorough work. Your hands run along his inner thighs, the nails gently grazing his skin until one of them comes up to cup his testicles and the other wraps around his rock hard erection. Dean’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head falling back against the wall with a loud, strangled whimpering noise, halfway choked back by his teeth, biting his bottom lip.

You drop to your knees and your mouth quickly goes to work, earning yourself a row of guttural moans from him. With your head moving up and down in a tantalizing pace and your fingernails gently scratching the sensitive skin close by. “P-Please,” he starts to plead with you, his words laced with need and desperation, “Please- n-nurse,” each of his hands grab a fistful of your hair, his fingers tightening whenever you suck hard and his hips buck into your mouth. “W-wait,” he suddenly pulls you back, his voice breathless and his legs slightly trembling from how close he was to falling over the edge. You instantly stop, your eyes searching his while you lick your lips and wipe your chin clean with your thumb. “Is everything alright? You want me to stop?” You ask a little unsure while you stay kneeled in front of him.

“N-no, God no,” He clarifies quickly, still catching his breath, “But I don’t want this to end yet.”

Next thing you know, Dean scoops you up from the ground and with swift steps carries you over to the office desk where he sits you down on the edge of it. He leans over you, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss, smearing your lipstick across your face. When he breaks the kiss, his emerald eyes lock onto yours, making sure you enjoy this just as much as he does. “You… like it too? This?” he whispers against your lips, hoping for your reassurance. You smile, your fingers gently threading through his dark blond hair while you whisper back. “Hell yeah I do.” Dean’s lips twitch into that trademark smirk of his and he doesn’t wait any longer to push up the little fabric that your skirt offers before he slips your panties aside to slip his cock inside you with a shared deep groan from both of you. His strong hands keep you close to him as he rocks his hips, pushing in and out of you slow at first. But then the need quickly builds up and he moans and pants into the crook of your neck, “Fff-uck- Y-you’re so good, so beautiful, s-so tight-,” his fingers dig into the flesh at your hips while he starts to thrust into you, making sure to hit all the right spots to hear his sweet little nurse moan as well.

You dig your nails into the skin of his back, clawing at him as you feel him push you closer and closer to the edge, that knot tightening up more by the second. One of his hands suddenly lets go of your hip to snake down past your bunched up skirt and right back up to your swollen clit, his rubbing index finger determined to make you come undone in more than one ways. With a loud whimper your hips buck against him and your legs wrap around his waist to pull him in, needing him deeper, to fill you up all the way. “D-doctor,” you whine, your clouded brain trying its best to stay in character despite your impending climax. “I- I’m close-”

“Me too,” he pants breathlessly, his hips increasing their pace, now set on getting you both over the edge. With another hard thrust, you feel your body tense up and the next moment the crash of the orgasm waves through your body while Dean cums at the same time with your walls clamping around him.

“God…” he pants heavily, his forehead dropped to your shoulder, “That… that was amazin’… You are amazing.”

*** “Y’know what I don’t get… wasn’t this supposed to be like our dreams combined?” Dean looks around the hospital’s hallway, searching for something which didn’t fit into the setting of his favourite TV-Show. His hair dishevelled and his doctors coat put back on sloppily. “Or did I miss somethin’?” His confused eyes trail back to meet yours with a raise of his eyebrow, his arm draped around your back pulling you a little closer. You shrug it off with a wry smile, “Guess it just picked yours over mine.” Dean grunts, not entirely buying your explanation while he rummages through his capes pockets to grab the small pouch. Then he pulls your piece of paper from the hex bag and a faint smirk appears on his lips, “Can I see what you wrote down?”

You snatch the small scrap of paper from his fingers and dodge his attempt to attain it back, “Hey-!” “That’s my secret!” You snigger mysteriously, the crumpled paper disappearing in your back pocket. “Yours was better anyway.”

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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kwinsispn3 · 2 months ago

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in your arms

@coffeeandbatboys requested: I love your writing! Could you do a Winchester Sis fic where reader gets shot and dies in Dean's arms but comes back later and reunites with her brothers? Maybe set early on in the show? Thanks!

Pairings: Winchester brothers x little sis reader

Disclaimers: blood, open wounds, character death, angst

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thank you sm!!! this was fun to write :)

Three weeks of work, and the hunt was nearing the end. Sam and Dean were hunting down an incredibly vicious skinwalker. Y/n, however was left out of the hunt of course. She was still too young to be involved, only 16, which she believed was old enough. No matter what, she couldn't convince her brothers to join the team yet, they wanted her to wait until she was older, and stronger. There was still a lot of time, training, and work to do before they'd feel safe bringing her along.

Of course, they would never feel safe bringing their little sister along on any hunt, no matter how simple. But, they had accepted long ago that this was the pattern of their life. Y/n would be involved in it one way or another, as unfortunate as it was. They had tried a few times letting her stay with friends of the family, but it always ended in something or someone tracking her down aside from Sam and Dean. It was always something. They felt safer anyways keeping her close.

Normally y/n would be hanging out at the motels while the brothers were out dealing with a hunt. But sometimes if they were in the middle of something on the go, like tonight, she'd have to wait in the car. Dean had hightailed it to the location where they had last sighted the skinwalker, everyone was very on edge since they knew it had multiplied by now.

Dean parked the impala far away from the abandoned property that was now a police crime scene. Y/n rested her arms across the shelf of the backseat, while she watched her brothers gather their weapons from the trunk. She let out a big sigh, she reveled in the moment of peace and quiet before the storm of the hunt began. Even though she was going to wait in the car, it was still agonizing not knowing if her brothers would return alive.

Dean walked around the car and opened the back door where y/n was sitting. She looked up at him stunned as he held out a gun for her to take. "Here. There's 6 silver rounds in there, just in case."

"In case of what?" She tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"Don't worry. You shouldn't have to use it, but these things are nasty. If there's a chance one finds you, don't hesitate... You remember how to turn the safety off?"

"Yeah." She looked down at the gun crowding her grasp. "Hey." Dean nudged her. "It's gonna be okay. We'll be outta here before you know it."

She only nodded in response. Dean leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, something he normally didn't do before hunts like this. Y/n picked up on both Sam and Dean's tense energy as they prepared to go into this hunt. She watched attentively as they walked towards the house, hoping and praying everything would go as planned.

It had been around 15 minutes of silence in the car. Y/n listened, not knowing what she was listening for, but hoping she wouldn't hear anything. She didn't want to hear anything. Any sounds of distress would not be good. She did another 360 check of her surroundings, making sure she didn't have anything sneaking up on her. Out of nowhere, a blunt force shattered the backseat window causing y/n to jump out of her seat, screaming. A coyote appeared in the window, jumping through the window into the backseat. Y/n knew it wasn't safe to leave the car, but was cornered and had no choice.

Y/n left the other back door open and started running with her gun clutched tightly. She pumped her legs with every ounce of force she had, knowing an animal on four legs was gaining on her quickly.

"Sammy!! Dean!" She called out as she got closer to the house, hoping one of them would hear her cries for help. She wasn't close enough, the coyote caught up and jumped on her, knocking her down to the ground. She hit the hard ground with a thud, turning herself over so she could fight back. The coyote pinned her small frame, she struggled underneath it, putting her arms up to stop it from doing any damage.

Sam came running out the back door of the house. "HEY!" He shouted to distract the animal. A shot rang out from his gun, nearly missing the coyote. The coyote stumbled back and started to shift, Sam saw it starting to change its form and helped y/n up. "C'mon, we gotta get inside." His voice urgent as he practically dragged y/n with him.

The two of them reunited with Dean once inside. Dean looked shocked to see y/n with Sam, looking between the two of them. "Dean, there's two of them now. There could be more for all we know." Sam said over y/n's heavy breathing.

"What happened!" He said in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It broke through the window and I didn't have anywhere to go... and... oh my god." y/n stuttered frantically, pausing in fear when she realized she dropped her gun and how mad Dean would be.

"Ok, ok, slow down. Did you try to shoot it at all? Where's your gun?" He demanded.

Y/n dropped her head in defeat, not wanting to look up at the disappointment she could feel all over his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. I dropped it..." she sniffled.

"The dog jumped her, came real close." Sam chimed in, taking some of the heat off y/n. Dean sighed heavily. "Alright, you stay behind us, you hear?" Y/n nodded in response, trying to keep her composure.

All were waiting in silence, knowing the skin walkers had gotten them cornered, right where they wanted them to be. Sam and Dean were fuming with anger, mostly at themselves for not seeing this coming. Now they had another objective besides taking down the enemy, protecting y/n. This was the last situation they wanted to be in.

One of the dogs came blasting through one of the rooms in the house, tackling Dean to the ground. Sam was split between making sure y/n was okay, and helping Dean. Sam saw y/n's scared expression looking at her brother being trampled by the wild beast, so he rushed over to kick it off of him. The two were distracted fighting off the first skinwalker, they didn't notice the second one creeping in behind them.

Three gunshots echoed through out the house suddenly, startling everyone. Sam and Dean covered their heads, not being able to see where it was coming from. Sam finally brought up his gun, aiming it at the first one with a clear shot. "Dean, look out!" with that, Dean rolled over as Sam took out the dog with a silver bullet. Both brothers stood up, standing their ground as they eyed carefully for the other predator. They finally spotted its form behind a broken wall, holding y/n's gun, pointed right at them. Dean didn't hesitate and fired every round he had at the creature before it had a chance to make a move.

It spasmed as it hit the ground, earning a relieving sigh from them. Then they remembered y/n... and the three random gun shots they didn't see.

"y/n?!!" both men turned around swiftly to find y/n lying still on the floor, huffing for air.

"y/n/n??! Hey...." Dean threw his knees down to the floor as he gently scooped up his sister into his lap. Both of their faces dropped when their eyes caught the blood that saturated her hands. Dean followed the trail of blood to her torso, seeing one bullet in her chest, one in her stomach. Y/n let out a whimper as his hand brushed past her wounds. "Ok, ok, ok, it's not that bad. Okay? You're gonna be okay." Dean's voice broke.

Sam looked at his brother and sister in disbelief, knowing Dean was wrong. She wasn't going to be okay. There was too much blood, there was no way she'd make it to a hospital in time. He crouched down next to his sister.

"Dean? Am I gonna die?" y/n let out with tears flooding her eyes.

Dean didn't know whether to lie or not. He did know that nothing could make the situation any better, so his best approach was to give comfort. "You're gonna be just fine, okay?" Dean's eyes welled with tears, seeing his sister so scared.

"I'm scared... it hurts too much." y/n let her cries go, gasping as she felt the life leaving her body. She wanted to hold onto her brother so desperately, but she felt weaker by the second and it was the most terrifying feeling. Everything felt out of her control.

"I know, I know... Listen, this isn't the end. We're gonna get you back y/n/n, we're gonna find you." Sam reassured her. Y/n's breathing grew more and more shallow, the color started to drain from her face. She looked up at both her brothers through glassy eyes. Their words turned into muffled noise, her throat fell dry, and everything became blurry. That was when she knew.

"I love you." she let out, barely a whisper as her lips mouthed her last words.

Dean looked down at his sister with doubt as the tension left her body and her eyes drew shut. He patted her face ever so slightly, knowing he wouldn't get a response but trying anyways.

'Y/n."

"y/n..."

"C'mon... Dammit, NO!!" Dean was in hysterics.

Y/n's arm fell to the side, catching Sam out of the zone he was in. Sam gingerly reached for her hand, looking up at the horror in front of him. Their baby girl. If anyone should ever have to feel that pain and be so scared, it didn't deserve to be her.

He casted his attention away from the messy scene and focused up at her face. "We're gonna get you back, bug... We'll find you. I promise."

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2 years had come and gone. The days were long, the nights were longer. Sam and Dean were strangers to life without their little sis, she was their light. After she had passed, they realized just how dour the world was without her presence.

The aftermath of that hunt was the hardest. Dean carried y/n back to the impala, laid her body along the backseat. They buried her the next day. The brothers went mute for the next few days, neither saying a word to each other. Not knowing what to say, not in the mood to say anything.

Dean was the first to eventually speak up. "We gotta find a way." He said while nursing a beer at the motel kitchen table.

Sam was laying across one of the motel beds, he perked his head up, knowing exactly what Dean meant.

"Yeah. And how do you propose we do that?"

Dean returned with a bitch face, not needing any of the attitude Sam was throwing his way. He then lowered his head, wishing he had an answer that made sense.

"What're you thinking... Crossroads demon?" Sam thought.

"No! We're not pawning off anyone else." Dean slammed his bottle down. The two argued for what felt like hours, discussing any possible way they could get y/n back. Eventually, they both threw in the towel, reaching a dead end in their ideas.

Come 2 years later, they were still chasing a trail, one they continued to chase to different dead ends. After talking to every source, reading every book, forum, looking into all sorts of lore... it all lead to nothing.

Everyday felt like the same agonizing pattern, over and over. Sam and Dean's bond was growing strained. No one ever realized it, but y/n was the glue that subconsciously held everything together. No matter what, y/n was their constant beacon of hope in the dark. It didn't feel whole without her. Both brothers wanted to keep holding onto the hope that they'd find away, but it kept growing more and more difficult. The thought of giving up and moving on was something they avoided with every ounce of strength they had. It scared them to even think about moving on.

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Y/n's view of her brothers hovering above her grew blurry, until her eyes shut against her will, leaving her with darkness. Moments later, she shot up, eyes open. It was dark, she couldn't tell where she was, and then she spotted the moon. It illuminated the night, glowing in the fog that surrounded the cemetery she stood in. Y/n looked around in confusion, not remember what happened or how she ended up there. She slowly stalked around the stones, shooting her head in all directions.

"Dean?"

Where was Sam and Dean? What happened... a cemetery? Maybe a salt n burn? "Dean, Sam? Hello?" She called out into the nothing. Her heart started to race with slight panic, feeling a rush of fear coursing through her veins.

"Hello y/n." A voice called out from behind, a soft voice. Y/n spun around on her heels, her gaze met with that of a young woman. Confusion fell upon her.

"How do you know who I am?" y/n was wary.

"Oh, I know everything about you."

y/n took a shaky step back. "It's okay, don't be afraid. My name's Tessa. I'm a reaper." She slowed with a light voice.

Y/n frowned. "A reaper? Wha- am I dead?"

"Yes."

"No. No, I can't. Not yet." Her mind raced a mile a minute, trying to remember what happened.

"It's going to be alright, y/n." Tessa tried.

"No, it's not!" "I want Dean." She then whispered to herself.

Tessa slowly came closer. "Listen, I know how you feel. But I'm afraid there's not much I can do."

"Please, not now.... I'll make a deal." y/n begged.

She shook her head, coming close to y/n. "Little Winchester, though I can help with that, I suggest otherwise. Though, I can already see the hurt the world is going through."

Y/n look up at Tessa. "What do you mean?"

"Without you, the- well.... I wish I could say more, but, you'll see soon enough." Tessa stopped.

"What? No! I want to know what is going on!" y/n demanded answers.

Tessa huffed with a small smile. "Let's just say, you're still needed in this world. So, just this one time, you got very lucky little one."

"I don't understand, reapers don't just... 'do a girl a favor' just like that? What's your game?" Y/n whined.

"Don't worry, one of you will see me again someday." Tessa breathed out. She started to reach out for y/n.

"One of us? No... what, you can't! No, stop!" y/n suddenly full of fear towards the reapers words, and the fact that she was trying to get to her. Y/n fell backwards trying to get away, falling into a pile of dirt. It felt like it sucked her into the ground, before feeling a hand grasp hers tight. It pulled her up through the dark ground, then suddenly feeling like she was suffocated by dirt. Her body jolted out of the trench, landing harshly on the ground. She coughed up dirt remnants and took some greedy deep breaths, blinking her eyes open to look at her surroundings.

Y/n looked around, seeing she was on the cold ground of a cemetery in the middle of the night. She looked up at the sky as the sun started to rise, allowing her to see the atmosphere more clearly. Her gaze fell to the ground next to her, seeing a deep half-filled hole in the ground with no marker.

'An unmarked grave?' she thought to herself. The events of the moments leading up to her death quickly flooded back. The memories of the reaper were erased. Y/n's hand went to cover her mouth in shock and fear, feeling confused and lost.

"Dean? Sam? Where are you?!"

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Sam and Dean had finished another hunt. They were reluctant to take this hunt, seeing as it was in the same area y/n had died in. They hadn't been back since they buried her. With each hunt they found, they put all their energy into killing every monster they could amidst finding a way to get y/n back.

The motel was in their rearview mirror as Dean drove through the town. Sam looked up and out the window as he felt the car stop. He looked over at Dean, confused to see the car stopped in front of a cemetery. "What are you doing?"

"It's been 2 years... I thought, y'know." Dean left his words unfinished.

The realization came to Sam's face, watching his brother's anguished expression as he left the car. He followed behind Dean up the path to the resting site where they laid y/n, underneath the willow tree in the cemetery. Dean stood above the glowing green grass that hid behind the sun's partial shadows. Sam shuffled behind in silence, flooded with the unbearable memories from that day.

"What're we gonna do Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not now, Sam."

"I-I'm serious. Our leads keep getting colder, I can't make sense of anything else."

"Hey! Can we do this later? Seriously." Dean gritted his teeth, longing for a silent moment.

"Look, Dean. I know you're scared we're not gonna get her back, but we-"

"We are gonna get her back. No one said anything about-"

"Hey wait, what-" Sam interrupted.

"Sam, enough. Okay!" Dean grew agitated.

"Listen, I wasn't gonna say we weren't gonna find a way...." Sam stopped. He kneeled down, looking intently at the ground.

"What?!" Dean looked over his shoulder.

"Why is there... dirt, everywhere?" Sam looked up, turning around when he heard the familiar sound.

"Sam! Dean!"

Dean perked up as he recognized the sound of y/n's voice, sounding through out the air. "y/n!?"

"Dean!"

"y/n!"

The voices bounded back among the grounds before y/n's figure appeared from around the trees. Tears gushed from Sam and Dean's eyes as they caught sight of their sister in the distance, running at them.

The weight on y/n's chest disappeared as she was able to discern her two brothers. Tears shed from her lids as she got closer, opening her arms and practically falling into Dean. He engulfed her grasp with strong arms, lifting her up and bringing her close.

"Oh my god!" Dean breathed out heavily, letting out a thankful sob. "I was so worried."

"Me too. I was so scared..." y/n whispered into Dean's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you. That never should've happened." Dean apologized, all the guilt and sorrow built up over two years came flooding out.

"It's okay." Y/n could care less. She didn't see it as her big brothers fault. This job was dangerous, and she unfortunately saw first hand. "That doesn't matter now, I'm here." She caught sight of Sam's glossy eyes approaching her.

"Sammy!" She loosened her grip on Dean, leaning over to Sam who was there, ready to embrace her. His large frame overtook her and held on tight.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Sam mumbled in her ear. Y/n waited until Sam lowered her from his hug. "Wait, how long was I gone?"

Sam and Dean looked back at her in shock, finally coming to their senses and wondering how she got back.

"Two years."

Y/n stood in bewilderment. It didn't feel like she was gone for two years, what had happened during that time. How were Sam and Dean?

"I-I don't understand..." she breathed out with eyes welling up.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're here. We're all here now." Sam placed a comforting hand along her shoulder, reassuring all three of them.

"It didn't feel like two years... how did I get back?" y/n asked confused.

"You don't know how you got back?" Dean asked just as lost.

Y/n shook her head. "Can you remember anything about what happened." Sam asked.

"I remember- the pain. And, and Dean... Then, it's all nothing." y/n tried to focus.

Sam and Dean shared a look, knowing something must have happened on the other side for y/n to just come back like that. Another thing they would have to figure out. For now, the relief that filled them to have their sister back was enough.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Dean said rather quickly. "I'm just glad you're back, kiddo." y/n was pulled into another needy hug.

"I love you." y/n quietly spoke into Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, me too kid."

#spnfandom #sisterwinchester #sister winchester #sam winchester #winsister #spn #sister!winchester #supernatural #dean winchester #sister!reader #daughter!reader

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honeyryewhiskey · 22 days ago

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LITTLE MISS . . .

SASSY ! READER

buckle bunny derogatory a pretty little thing with a penchant for stealing hearts and riding buckles.

From smoky bars to rodeo arenas, ranches to backroad adventures, each story is dripping with that americana charm and the kind of trouble that comes with loving a cowboy. Whether it's a fleeting fling or something meant to last, one thing’s for sure—Sassy always leaves 'em wanting more.

a collection of oneshots of bucklebunny!reader x jackles

jensen ackles

let’r buck!

dean winchester

roostered

beau arlen

careful now, coyotes bite

j’s note ! this might just be me crashing out over jackles in any sort of country persona imaginable lol so basically all my cuntry fantasies will be on display here, enjoy!

#dean winchester x fem!reader #dean winchester fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfiction #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fanfiction

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sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy · 2 months ago

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Masterlist

I'm currently editing old pics between studying for the MCAT and I'm posting them here as I go.

If you have a request, I'll happily take it but it very well might take me a while to get to it! I mainly write fluff & angst. I don't write smut (b/c it never ends up how I want)

Fics & One-Shots

Teen Wolf > Sterek

The Human Bit the Werewolf?

AO3, Part 1, Part 2

Stiles's neurodivergent love language is biting. Most people frown on it but werewolves(and were-coyotes) take it a different way.

Stiles is Supernatural Crack

AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

This was it. Stiles was going to die. He was going to bleed out with his friends mere feet away.

No. No, not like this. Not without a fight.

Stiles reached for his bat. He screamed in pain at the stretch or his damaged muscles. He couldn’t reach it. He hurt. It hurt so bad. His arm felt like it would rip off if he stretched anymore. he had to. He had to make it. His fingers brushed the Nemeton and he lost his breath. It was like being lit on fire. It was white hot as it burned through his body. Stiles screamed in pain. Stiles’ eyes roll into the back of his head and he fell limp.

Not today. He wouldn't die today.

~41k words

Five Times The Supernatural Ruined Stiles's Dating Life And One Time It Helped It

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

Stiles swears that the Nemeton and Supernatural things in Beacon Hills are trying to ruin his love life and it's succeeding.

~12k words

(This is a personal favorite)

The Day Stiles Snapped

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

Twenty-five years of war and supernatural annoyances makes you pretty close to the people you have left. It also means the peaceful portion of Beacon Hill's the supernatural population has rules for living peacefully. The number one rule: don't hurt the pack, their humans are crazy and will not stand for it.

~3k words

Who's in Love With the Big Bad Wolf?

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

There was something creeping around Beacon Hills but what else was new? At first, they had thought it was random. They had been finding an unusual amount of dead animals recently. There didn’t seem to be a pattern until it was too late. A particularly creepy string of “gifts” clear it up: something was after Stiles. Again.

~14k words

Spider-Man > x Reader

What Makes You So Amazing, Anyway?

AO3, How You Met Peter Parker, How You Met Spider-Man

A series of snapshots into your relationship with Peter Parker

Bullet points, Imagines & Blurbs

My Hero Academia

Angsty KiriBaku

Aro/Ace Bakugou

Coming Out (BakuDeku)

Autistic Katsuki Bakugou

Autistic Izuku Midoriya

Dating Katsuki Bakugou

Dating Denki Kaminari

Dating Eijirou Kirishima

Dating Himiko Toga

Teen Wolf

Stiles is a mix of Deadpool and Dean Winchester

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zablife · 3 years ago

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Jake's Reaction to You Fainting at the Beach

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x pilot gf reader

Summary: You pass out from dehydration while playing football on the beach, but the dagger squad gets suspicious when Jake is a little too attentive.

Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon.

All of dagger squad was on the beach assembled by Mav for a team building excercise. You were glad to spend the day outside, enjoying the break from work and exercise with your colleagues. You’d been a good athlete all your life and although you’d never heard of dogfight football, you picked it up quickly. Jake was beaming at you with pride, which you hoped none of the others had noticed. So far you’d managed to hide your new relationship and you hoped to keep it that way a bit longer.

As the sun rose higher in the sky and the breeze stopped, you found yourself becoming overheated. Mav called a break for everyone and you jogged toward the large yellow cooler he’d brought. Jake popped it open, grabbing a bottle of water and tossing it to you before closing the lid.

Coyote raised his arms in question to his best friend. “Hey, man, what about me?” he asked incredulously.

“Ladies, first,” Hangman explained with a sly smile and you laughed as you took your water over to chat with Phoenix.

Soon you were all back to the game, running back and forth along the wet sand in the sweltering heat. Your legs weren’t moving as quickly or feeling quite as light as they had before. You wondered if the sand had gotten softer or if it was just your imagination. No one else seemed to be having trouble. You noticed Jake watching you and you swore he had a look of concern as you stopped to wipe sweat from your brow, but you shot him a thumbs up and he winked back.

You took a deep breath and focused on your next pass down the beach trying to see where you should position yourself to receive the ball from Fanboy. You turned trying to make him out in the sunshine, but saw the figures in front of you turn to wavy lines. You squinted to make out the football, but your vision turned to bright white as the sand rushed up to meet your cheek.

The next thing you remembered was Payback standing over you, waving his hand in front of your face as you blinked.

“Hey, give my girl some room!” Jake practically growled at him. He shoved his way between Payback and Phoenix to kneel next to you. Looking into your eyes he asked, “Y/n, what happened?”

“Got dizzy, I guess,” you said quietly as you squinted against the bright sunlight.

He used his hand to shade you asking “Feel ok to sit up?” You gave him a small smile and nodded slowly. “Ok, go slow now, darlin,” he said placing an arm behind your back for support. “Does that feel alright?”

“Yeah, I’m ok now,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek to reassure him. After a few moments of rest, he hoisted you up to a standing position letting you lean into his side for support as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Only then did you realize you had an audience. Your fellow aviators were watching with amused smirks and it was obvious they knew there was something more between you and Jake.

“Your girl, huh, Hangman?” Coyote teased. Jake looked at you to see if he was in trouble and you just laughed.

“Yeah, I am. Anybody got a problem with that?” you asked playfully.

You heard a chorus of “no's” and “uh uh's” as everyone around you shook their heads. They were all smiling though and you could tell they were happy for you both. It felt like a relief for everyone to know the truth and in the end, you were glad you hadn’t had to find a way to tell them. It was the only good thing to come from fainting on the beach, except maybe the way Jake pampered you the rest of the day.

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****If you liked this blurb, please comment and reblog!! Also, feel free to send me an ask and request another! I'm always willing to write more for Hangman or Rooster.****

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#Top Gun Maverick fanfic #Top Gun Maverick imagine #Jake Seresin fanfic #Jake Seresin imagine #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x y/n #Jake Seresin x you

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ereardon · 2 years ago

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As It Was [Chapter 7][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, war, light smut, angst, mention of death

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

WC: 4K

Series masterlist here

Six days. That’s all the time you had before they left.

Bradley took you home and put you to bed. You were in no position to finish grading. For the first time in your career, you canceled classes for the week. You told the dean you were ill, and would be holding makeup classes during the reading period toward the end of the semester.

In the morning, you woke up alone. Bradley had gone to base for training. And even though you knew he was there, too, you still picked up the phone and dialed him.

“Jake?” you breathed into the speaker.

“Bubs? What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be teaching right now?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked quietly.

He stilled on the other end and then sighed. “Let me guess, Bradshaw?”

“Jake,” you squeaked out, clutching the phone. “Is it what he says it is?”

There was a pause. Then, “Honey, I’m sorry. I really am. I have to go, they’re starting up the jets. Can I call you later?”

You stopped pacing the kitchen. “OK.” It came out small. Ragged, even.

“I’m sorry, Bubs,” he said quietly. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m back on the ground, OK? Gotta go babe.” The line clicked.

Your fingers grabbed an empty vase you meant to put away after it had dried completely from the dishwasher. Wrapped around the edge of the wide lip, pulled it off the counter. Held it up and watched as the morning sunlight filtered through the glass design.

And then you hurled it across the room and let it shatter into pieces.

***

“What did you say to her?” Phoenix asked, recrossing her legs on the patio chair.

“I said of course not! That she had nothing to worry about.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Convincing”

“It’s true!” you said exasperated, leaning back in the chair. Maverick, one of the team leaders, and his girlfriend, who you found out was the owner of the Hard Deck, had invited everyone over for a BBQ. It was the day after your face-to-face with Diana, which had ended as well as it could have. She grilled you about your interest in Jake and you denied it. You were happy with Bradley, you told her.

Phoenix simply rolled her eyes and looked out across the yard. You followed her gaze, saw Diana and Jake standing under a tree, deep in conversation with Coyote. Almost as if on cue, Jake’s eyes flickered over to where you two sat and he gave a soft smile.

You opened your mouth to reply, when a hand slid over your shoulder. “Hey,” you said, looking up at Bradley.

He pulled up a chair and swung it around, straddling it and resting his arms on the backrest. “How’s it going?”

Smiling, you grabbed his hand and squeezed. “All good here.”

Bradley smiled. “Trace, can I steal her for a moment?”

Phoenix nodded. “She’s all yours.” She gave you a wink as you stood up, smoothed your dress. In the distance, Jake watched as you and Bradley entered the house hand-in-hand.

“What is it?” you asked, turning to him as he led you through the living room, into a halfway near the front of the house.

You gasped as Bradley backed you against the wall, one large hand coming out and gripping your dress tightly at your waist. “You look so fucking sexy,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the spot on your neck below your ear that made you whine. “Just wanted to touch you for a moment with no one looking.”

“Then touch me,” you whispered and Bradley pulled back, brown eyes staring into yours. You shivered as his bare fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress, inching up along your thigh until you felt him hit the band of your lacy thong. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, muffling the moan that ripped through your throat as he brushed two fingers over your clothed heat before yanking the delicate lace to the side, scissoring you apart before plunging his fingers inside of you.

Bradley kept his lips locked on yours as he pumped in and out of you, trying to quiet the noise by covering your small body with his as he pressed you tighter against the wall.

You had your eyes closed, head tipped back in lust, when you heard a grunt. Your eyes flew open and you felt Bradley slide his fingers out of you, tugging your dress back down.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Jake asked. He rounded the corner and all he could see was Bradshaw’s body pressed heavily on yours, one hand tucked between your bodies, your eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bradley turned around, slipping his soiled hand into his jeans, covering you while you tucked your hair behind your ear, making sure your dress was straightened. “Nothing, man, just talking.”

“Abby?” he asked and you slid out from behind Bradley, a blush creeping up your chest. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Jake, please,” you sighed, tugging on the hem of your dress.

Jake’s eyes darted between you, shifting uncomfortably in your now wet panties, and Bradley with a smirk tattooed on his face. “Was he, was he fucking touching you?” His voice dropped down to a whisper.

“Jake?” Diana rounded the corner and you groaned inwardly at the fucking spectacle this was quickly becoming. “What’s going on?”

“Ask Bradshaw,” he said threateningly.

Diana looked at him with hesitant eyes. Bradley shrugged. “Hangman over here is just pissed because he caught me fingering my girlfriend.”

“Bradley!” you gasped. Diana’s eyes went wide and you watched as Jake’s hands closed into tight fists at his sides.

“What?” he asked nonchalantly. “Can’t a man touch his girlfriend the way he wants to?”

“Not when that girlfriend is her,” Jake hissed, stepping closer.

You threw your hands in the air. “Fuck, I am so sick of the two of you!”

Diana nodded in agreement. “Jake, I’ll be in the car.”

His hands uncoiled and he turned to her. “Diana, wait.” But she was already out the door, slamming it behind her. He turned around, eyes flaming. “Fuck!”

Behind you, Bradley chuckled and you turned around to give him a dirty look. “Go out in the backyard. I’ll deal with you later.”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide, feigning innocence.

“You heard me,” you said quietly. “I need to talk to Jake.”

He sighed and walked down the hallway, giving you one last look over his shoulder before shaking his head. You waited for the sound of the sliding glass door to close before turning to Jake. He wore a polo and a pair of chinos, and you watched his eyes dart to yours and focus in.

“What’s your problem?” you asked darkly.

He crossed the room, pinning you against the wall where just minutes ago you had been underneath Bradley. “Bradshaw is my fucking problem,” he whispered. “What’s his fucking deal? Why does he have to touch you in public like that?”

“Maybe I asked him to,” you said and his eyebrows shot up. “Did you ever think of that?”

“What are you doing?” he whispered back.

You shook your head. “What, like you’re not going to go home and fuck Diana later? Or do you hate the idea of me getting off on someone else’s fingers so much that you can’t even get it up?”

There was a bite in your voice that you had never used with Jake before. You had never seen his eyes darken with anger the way they did in that moment. You had never dared to speak to him like that before.

He lifted one arm above your head, leaning down over you, his face only inches from yours. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I am so tired of the two of you always putting me in the middle of your feud,” you said. “What is this actually about?”

“You know.” His voice was calm and low. You looked up into his green eyes. For the first time you realized how close you two were standing. Jake’s hips were just an inch from your own, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Your chest rose in staccato breaths as his eyes roamed across your face. The air around you felt thick with tension.

And just as you were about to open your mouth, you heard a car start in the driveway.

Jake dropped his hand, crossing the foyer to the window, pulling the shades back to see Diana in the driver’s seat of his Jeep, reversing down the driveway.

You shot him a look of regret over your shoulder as you made your way into the backyard to confront Bradley.

***

You had said goodbye to Bradley for the night. He wanted to be at the Hard Deck with the team, and you understood. They were in it together. They were bonded on a level that you didn’t understand, and it wasn’t your place to stand in the way. You’d see him in the morning, anyway.

As the clock ticked forward, you paced around the house. Your fingers gripped your phone in the pocket of your cardigan before releasing it. Over and over, you reached for the phone before deciding against it.

You wanted to call Jake. But he was with Diana. He hadn’t reached out and you hadn’t either. He knew you would be there on the tarmac the next day to see them off. It wasn’t about saying goodbye.

A part of you just needed him.

But you pushed that feeling down. Finally, you crawled into bed around one in the morning. Staring up at the ceiling, your mind was wandering. Even during rest you couldn’t stop pacing, your thoughts zipping around until you sat up in a huff.

There was the sound of a key turning in the door and your head snapped around. You heard the door creak open and shut gently, the quiet shuffle of shoes in the foyer. Quietly, you slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the bedroom door and peered into the hallway. Around the corner, you saw a familiar blond head sitting on a barstool, slumped over the kitchen island.

“Jake?” you whispered, exiting your master bedroom and padding down the hallway toward the kitchen, flicking on a lamp near the built in desk.

He looked up and you noticed the bags under his eyes, your spare key on the granite counter. He wore a pair of pajama bottoms and an old UT crewneck sweatshirt, along with moccasins. You stepped closer and put your hands on his shoulders.

“Honey?” you asked quietly. “What are you doing here?”

He reached out and touched your hand on his left shoulder, tipped his head down and pressed against it briefly before sitting up straight. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded. “OK.”

“I just, I had to see you.”

You took a seat on the stool next to him, turning your knees into him. You sat there and waited. It seemed like Jake had an agenda, and you were just along for the ride.

“I was laying there, trying to sleep,” he said softly. “And it was all crashing down. Everything.” He looked at you. “I’m fucking terrified, Bubs. I am scared shitless.”

You leaned over and gathered him into your arms, felt his hands wrap around your back. Your fingers brushed against his back, up to the nape of his neck, stroking his hair gently. “I know you’re scared,” you whispered. “I’m terrified for you.”

After a moment, you pulled back, keeping Jake’s hands in yours.

��But you’re the best damn pilot there is,” you said quietly and he gave you a smile. “So fly like hell, and come back to me.”

Jake reached out, running one thumb down the side of your face. “What if it’s not that simple?”

You shrugged. “You’ll make it work. You always do. I know I can count on you.”

“They’re counting on me,” he whispered. “What if I let them down?”

“Honey, not possible. You have never let me down. Not once in the fifteen years I’ve known you.”

Jake smiled and pulled his hand away, thumb brushing softly against your lower lip. You sucked in a breath. “God, I’m lucky.”

You blushed and for a moment you and Jake sat there, looking at each other. It wasn’t tense or uncomfortable. Being with him felt like an extension of yourself.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and took his hand, leading him to your room wordlessly. You closed the door and slid underneath the covers. Jake pulled off his shoes and sweatshirt to reveal his tanned bare chest, crawling in next to you.

In the darkness, you reached over and nestled into his side, one of his arms coming out and wrapping behind you.

“Where does Diana think you are?” you whispered.

Jake paused. “Where’s Bradshaw?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“Fine,” you muttered and you felt Jake chuckle beneath where you lay against him. You brushed your fingers across his bare chest and he watched as you trailed down to his abdomen before reaching back up to cup his face. “I’ve been afraid of this day ever since we met,” you whispered.

“Oh yeah?” he said, and even without looking at him you could hear the cocky smile on his face.

“Don’t be such a dick,” you whispered and he laughed. “Or maybe I won’t miss you when you’re gone.”

The laugh disappeared and he stilled beneath you. You lifted yourself up to look at him.

“Why are you really here?” you asked softly.

Jake’s eyes latched onto yours. “I think you know why, honey.”

You shook your head. “I don’t.”

Jake lifted both hands to your cheeks, thumbs stroking your lips gently. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “If I’m going to spend my last night with anyone it’s going to be you, Bubbles. It was always going to be you.”

You smiled at the full nickname. Jake had started calling you Bubbles after the Powerpuff Girl protagonist a few weeks after you met. Eventually it had shortened to Bubs and you ran with it. But hearing the word fall from his lips brought forth a flood of memories. Late nights eating stale fries in the freshman quad. Football games where Jake hoisted you onto his shoulders so you could see past the crowd. The way you felt when he called for the first time after a mission.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down, one arm still wrapped around his torso.

“A part of me has always loved you, Jake Seresin,” you whispered. “Don’t leave me heartbroken, OK? Promise me you’ll come back to me?”

“I promise,” he said softly. “If it’s the last thing I do. I will always come back for you.”

***

“I know about Asia,” you said quietly the moment you and Bradley stepped into his bungalow. He whipped around in shock, eyes wide.

“What did you just say?”

You stood tall, chin pointed out. “I said I know about Lana and the accident.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, crossing the house headed for the living room. You followed as he plopped himself down on the worn couch. “Fucking Seresin. He shouldn’t have told you.”

“Of course he should have,” you said. “You should have fucking told me before he did.”

Bradley looked up with dark eyes. “Sweetheart, do you know how fucking dangerous that information is? We could get extradited back. We could be on trial for murder.” He shook his head. “No. We agreed after that night to never discuss it again. And now here he is, opening the can of worms. For what?”

“For me,” you whispered and he met your sad eyes with his. “He did it for me.”

“Abby,” he said, reaching out and you pulled back.

“Sometimes I feel like Jake cares about me more than you do.” Bradley groaned. “Baby, don’t do this. Don’t do the whole comparison game. It’s not going to make either of us feel good.”

A small tear slipped out. “But is it true? Does he care about me more? He was willing to tell me. I told him he had to tell me the real reason you two hate each other. Otherwise he and I, we were done.”

Shock flitted past Bradley’s features. He shook his head. “Don’t you get it? We are reminders of each other’s worst day. Every time I see him I remember what we did. What I did. It fucking haunts me! You can’t even imagine what that’s like.”

You sat back and watched as Bradley folded onto himself, head in his hands, elbows digging into his thighs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he whispered finally. “But I shouldn’t have had to. You should have trusted me enough to take me for my word. Accept how I feel about him and know that it has no impact on the way I feel about you.”

You scooted over and ran a hand over his back. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I was being selfish.”

“It’s OK.”

“No, it’s not,” you said, sighing. “I shouldn’t have compared you to Jake, it’s not fair to you.”

Bradley sat up, taking one of your hands in his. “Abby, I care about you. So much. But it’s only been three months. You’ve known him for fifteen years. There’s no way I can compete with that.” He paused. “So don’t make me.”

“Why did you do it?” you asked and he froze.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you go there that night? Why did you sleep with her? Was it all just a game, a way to get back at him? She was a person.”

“I know she was a person!” he shouted, standing and you cowered back against the arm of the couch. You had never seen Bradley get heated before. Not like this. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think she fucking haunts my dreams? Don’t you think I see her fucking face, her body on the road, everywhere I go? Don’t you think I fucking regret it?”

“Bradley,” you warned, reaching out and he huffed, stepping around the edge of the couch.

“I’ve gone over it in my head a million times, Abby,” he said, softer. But it was tense. “Why I did it. Why I went there that night. I think a part of me was moving on autopilot.”

That terrified you. That he had the ability to do horrendous things without realizing it. But you couldn’t tell him that. He wasn’t strong enough to hear it.

“I don’t think I had a plan,” he said, finally coming to a stop after pacing the length of the couch four times. “I just, I went in and she flirted back. She is the one who asked me to go upstairs. She didn’t know I knew Seresin, obviously. But I knew. I knew what they were. And I did it anyway.”

You reached out and touched his arm. “If you didn’t plan it, then you’re not to blame.”

“But what if I am?” he asked, eyes watering and you saw the same look in him that you had seen with Jake when he first told you about Lana’s death. “I am to blame. If I had never gone there that night, it never would have happened the way she did. She wouldn’t be dead.”

“Jake said the same thing,” you replied quietly. “Bradley, sweetheart. It’s in the past. It’s done. It was a mistake and it was a fucking tragedy but it is done. You can’t spend the rest of your life atoning for it.”

He looked up. “Do you see me differently because of it?”

You shook your head. “No. Not for a second.”

***

You pulled into a parking spot and sat there for a moment, hands trembling as you turned the car off and grabbed the key. It was early, the sun had barely broken through the surface of the horizon.

It should have been a lazy Saturday. Breakfast in bed. Mundane errands. A movie night at home. Chinese takeout spilling onto the counter. Falling asleep tangled up in dirty bed sheets.

Instead, you stepped out of the coupe, a blast of sea air hitting your face as you walked around the corner to the base’s landing strip.

You watched with horror and sadness as the team dutifully completed their checks on the jets, before they were wheeled off to the carrier. You spotted Bob and Phoenix, heads bowed, near their jet, deep in conversation. She stood up and spotted you in the distance and waved. You barely had the strength to lift your arm in acknowledgement.

Your eyes drooped. You had gotten so little sleep the night before. The moment Jake left, you tossed the sheets aside, stepped under the shower and stood there for thirty minutes until it ran cold.

Ahead, you could make out the rest of the team. There was Jake in his green flight suit, a frown on his face as he watched an engineer screw something into the wing of his jet. Two planes down you saw Bradley squatting, peering under his jet with tense features.

Your shoes smacked the paved ground as you approached and you watched almost as if in slow motion as all eyes turned your way. You could barely hear anything because of the wind and the sound of the jets.

Jake and Bradley stepped forward at the same time and you looked between them. Bradley looked at you and then Jake, and gave you a nod. You ran the last few steps, throwing yourself into his arms.

Jake pulled you in, his hands in your hair and down your back, constantly moving, trying to get a tight grip, touching every inch of you like he was committing you to memory.

When you pulled back, you saw his eyes were glassy. “I meant what I said last night,” he murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You were acutely aware of the team’s eyes on the two of you. “I’m coming back.”

You pressed your head into his chest, felt his arms wrap around you one more time before you pulled away. Your fingers cupped his cheeks and his hands fell to your waist. “Jake Walker Seresin, you come home in one piece, OK? Promise me. Promise me you won’t leave me here.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. His hands were warm where they grabbed your neck. “Bubs, I would never voluntarily leave you. Not for a second.”

You sniffled and stepped back. You saw tears in his eyes and you had to turn away before you broke down.

Bradley caught you a few steps later. You collapsed into his arms and he pulled you upright. You slid your arms around his neck and he held you around the waist tightly.

“I don’t know what to say,” you murmured. “Except I don’t want you to go.”

He shook his head softly and smiled. “It’s not goodbye, OK? We’re coming back from this. I promise.”

You leaned up and pressed your lips to his. “Be careful. Be safe. Be smart. And for God’s sake, don’t be a hero if it means I’ll never get to see you again.”

He kissed you back before running his hand down your back, squeezing your hand. You looked at him and then Jake, who was still staring at you with tears in his eyes.

Bradley looked between you and Jake. “I’ll make sure he’s safe,” he said finally, dropping your hand. There was an edge to his tone.

And then, in tandem, they turned, headed for the carrier.

And for the first time, you felt truly alone.

You tried to picture your life without him.

You couldn’t.

A/N: I actually managed to keep this chapter shorter than expected! I think there will be one more chapter after this, potentially two.

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coyotesamachado · 3 years ago

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if it's worth your time masterlist.

Javy "Coyote" Machado x Female!Reader

It has been a little over two years since the Uranium Plant Mission, when Omaha needs to recuse himself from the specialized squadron created after it's success. You're called back to replace him, packing up your two year old daughter, and heading back to Top Gun. You know you're heading back to work with old friends, ones you haven't seen in years. What you don't expect is there's someone else waiting there for you, too.

Considering this will be multiple parts, I thought I'd throw up a masterlist for it. I'm really excited to be writing this. It's based off a line from the song "Chelsea" by The Summer Set, and Bozer and Riley's interactions in the first season of the 2016 Macgyver. Chapter titles are from the original Macgyver, for no reason other than I love Richard Dean Anderson and wanted to tie it all together nicely.

Preview.

Two times the trouble - Prologue. High control. The road not taken. Every time she smiles. For love or money. The black corsage. Ten percent solution. Split decisions. On a wing and a prayer. The gauntlet. Unfinished business. Three for the road - Epilogue.

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parings: deanwinchester x coyote!reader

dulce's notes: part 1/?

the bar was still buzzing from the high-energy performance, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and the lingering scent of cheap cologne and expensive whiskey. music pounded from the speakers, bass vibrating through the wooden floors as the girls behind the bar took their final bows, laughing and throwing teasing winks at the rowdy crowd.

you wiped the sweat from your brow, your crop top clinging to your skin from the heat of the night. the low-rise jeans hugged your hips like a second skin, the cut-out on the sides giving just enough of a peek to drive the right kind of men crazy—not that you did it for them. but there was one man who always had a way of pulling your attention, even when you pretended he didn’t.

dean winchester leaned against the bar, beer in hand, his green eyes locked on you with that signature smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing. he'd been coming here for a while now, long enough that you knew the way he drank—slow at first, then faster when the weight of his world settled on his shoulders. long enough to notice the way his eyes followed you, even when he was deep in conversation with sam or another hunter passing through.

“hell of a show,” he said, voice warm and rough like whiskey over ice. “not sure what was more entertaining—the dancing or watching every poor bastard in here trying to keep their tongues in their mouths.”

you smirked, grabbing a bottle from the shelf behind the bar, taking your time as you poured yourself a drink. “they tip better when they’re distracted.”

dean chuckled, setting his beer down as he leaned in, forearms resting against the bar. “you ever get tired of teasing?”

you raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. “you ever get tired of chasing?”

his smirk deepened, the corners of his lips twitching as if he was holding back something smart. “depends on what i’m chasing.”

you took a sip, the burn of the liquor a welcome distraction from the way his gaze made your skin heat in places it shouldn’t. “careful, winchester. you might not like what happens if you ever catch me.”

he hummed, eyes darkening just a fraction. “see, that’s where you’re wrong. i think i’d like it a hell of a lot.”

you rolled your eyes, but the way your lips curled betrayed you. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him—more than once. but you weren’t about to make it easy for him. “cocky. that ever get you anywhere?”

he took a slow sip of his beer, watching you over the rim. “you tell me.”

the air between you was thick enough to cut with a knife. you should walk away, serve another customer, pretend you didn’t feel the pull between you and the man who’d spent too many nights here, watching you like you were the best thing he’d seen in a long time. but instead, you leaned in just a little closer, the smell of leather and gunpowder and something distinctly dean washing over you.

“keep looking at me like that, winchester, and someone might think you’ve got a thing for me.”

he didn’t blink, didn’t falter. just grinned slow and wicked. “maybe someone’d be right.”

you huffed a small laugh, shaking your head as you swirled the liquor in your glass. “you got a whole line of women who’d fall at your feet, dean. why waste your time with someone who’ll make you work for it?”

he shrugged, tipping his bottle back before setting it down with a soft clink. “what can i say? i like a challenge. besides, the easy ones? they’re fun for a night. the difficult ones? they’re friggin worth the chase.”

you arched an eyebrow. “that supposed to impress me?”

he leaned in, voice dipping low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “nah. just telling you how it is.”

you studied him for a long moment, letting the tension hang between you like the lingering smoke from the bar’s ashtrays. “bold move, winchester. assuming you’re up for it.”

he smirked, slow and lazy, and something about it made your stomach tighten. “oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 120

Welcome to Week 120

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Chrome & Leather - Chp 10 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

HUNGER (conclusion) - @mdemontespan1667

The Auction Chapter Five - @caffiend-queen

Chapter Two: "I came back for YOU.” - @caffiend-queen

THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES - (Steve & Reader) - @mdemontespan1667

Public Transportation - (Ransom x Reader x Collin) - @labella420

His smart little girl - (Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Home - (Jake S x Reader) - @writercole

Miss Velvet - Chp 10 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Careful what you wish for - Chp 1 - @gigglingtigger

Rawhide - Chp 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes

Hold me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Sunrise (9) - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

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Keep Quiet - (Ari x Reader) - @christywantspizza

Killing Mrs Pronge - Part 3 - (Mr. Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

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Need you Now - (Dean x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

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The Perfect Life - Part 3 - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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halsteadssneakylink · 3 years ago

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character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years ago

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Hunteri Heroici: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

When you get to the roof, Sam looks over the edge of the building to see where the man must have landed. You're off to the side holding Joanna's hand since she is too heavy for you to carry right now. You look up and see Amara walking over to you from the crowd of people on the roof.

"I know your relationship with Castiel. Don't let him get too close to you. He's still an angel whether he wants to play as one or not. He will see that something is wrong here."

"So, you admit something is wrong here?" you ask out loud, not caring that anyone can hear you, and apparently, your husband and the angel did.

"No, I'm saying he will try to go looking for something that isn't here. What I'm doing is perfectly safe. You have nothing to worry about."

"You always say that. Please, find a new mantra," you roll your eyes.

"Who are you talking to?" Castiel asks when he walks over to you.

Before you can say anything, Dean answers for you.

"Amara. Like how Sam saw Lucifer."

"Are you serious?" Castiel asks, looking at you.

"It's fine, Castiel. I have it all under control."

You look to the right of you, and Amara isn't there anymore. She has a habit of disappearing whenever it's convenient for her. You're still not sure how to conjure her up on your own, so you have to rely on her for right now.

"This looks like suicide," Sam says, bringing everyone back on the matter at hand.

"It was. The guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman Industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned last year."

"So why did you call us?" Dean asks.

"Because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff floated in mid-air for a good ten seconds, he looked down, and splat. Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talking, it sounds like something straight out of a cartoon. You said you wanted something weird."

"Thanks."

"She's right about this being right out of a cartoon. The whole heart jumping out of the guy's chest and the delayed fall sounds like Bugs Bunny."

"So, we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid? How do we kill it?" Castiel asks seriously.

"No, we don't, Cas. That's a character, like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck."

"They're little animated movies. You know, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the anvil gets dropped on his head," Dean laughs.

"Is it supposed to be funny?"

"No," Dean loses his smile. "It's hilarious."

"Come on, Castiel, we'll show you all kinds of cartoons back at the motel."

There is nothing left to do here except for more research, and you're not going to get that by standing on a roof. You have your dad's books, John's journal, and other books you've collected over the years from other hunters. Now that you know the pattern of the murders, you have an idea of what to look for.

When you get back to the motel, Castiel turns the TV on to some cartoons, and you set up the portable potty for Joanna. You really need her to start training, and you heard that watching cartoons helps for some reason. Once you got that set up, you sit Joanna up and let her go on her own terms--if she even is going to go.

"Okay, Jo, try and go potty for Mommy, okay. Can you do that?"

"Okay," she nods.

"Good girl," you smile.

You walk to the couch and sit down, laying back to give yourself a break. Castiel and Joanna laugh at the cartoons as if they're both little kids. Castiel didn't grow up with humans, so he finds pleasure in the small things like a child would. It's pure to watch and hear.

"I have no idea what we're hunting," Dean sighs. "Maybe it's a Tulpa. Maybe it's some crazy God who watched too much Robot Chicken. I mean, is there a link between the two guys?"

"Not that I can find."

"Alright, well, I'm gonna call it," Dean shuts the journal he was reading and looks at Castiel. "Cas, you gonna book a room or what?"

"No, I'll stay here."

"Oh, okay. Yeah. We'll have a slumber party and braid Sam's hair." You and Sam smile at his joke, but Castiel doesn't. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

"I don't sleep."

"Okay, well, I need my four hours."

"I'll watch over you."

Castiel doesn't seem to understand the problem that Dean is having, and it's kind of funny to watch.

"That's not gonna happen."

Suddenly, Castiel stands up and places his fingers at his temple as if he hears something you don't.

"Something's coming across the police band. A bank has been robbed. It sounds loony."

"Define loony."

"You mentioned anvils before, and I'm pretty sure someone was killed by one."

You groan at having to go out again, but you know it's necessary. You get up and walk over to Joanna who looks up at you.

"Did you go?"

"No, mama."

"Okay, we'll try later."

You lift her off the toilet and pack it away, making sure she is dressed as she was before. Your entire group heads to the bank to meet with Detective Glass who is already there. Dean is carrying Joanna inside, shielding her from what's inside the middle of the bank. There is an anvil on the ground, but someone has been crushed by it. There are guts and blood everywhere on the ground.

"That's loony, alright," Sam comments.

"Agents. I was just about to give you a ring," Detective Glass says as she greets you. "I have to ask, do you folks chase the crazy, or does the crazy chase you?"

"Depends on the day," you smile. "Who's the deceased?"

"A security guard. He called in reporting a robbery, but by the time we got here, he was dead."

"A robbery?"

"Looks like the 'Black Hole' was trying to jimmy open a safe-deposit box when the security guard found him. Well, you can see what happened."

"Black hole?"

"It's our name for a burglar that's been running us ragged. He's a pro. He leaves no fingerprints, never any sign of forced entry, and just a pair of those every time like he's signing his work." She points to the black hole that's been drawn on the wall. "Perp's never done anything like this before, though."

"Do you mind if I take a look at your files on those other break-ins?" Sam asks.

"No skin off my nose. I'm headed to the station now if you want a ride."

"Perfect."

Detective Glass and Sam head out of the bank while you, Dean, and Castiel stay inside the bank. The CSI unit is finished with their pictures, so as soon as you're alone, Dean turns to Castiel who is leaning on the counter.

"Can you lift this?"

Castiel moves to the anvil, gripping it easily and moving it to the side with no effort whatsoever. Just like you and Dean suspected, there is a black X is marked on the floor.

"X marks the spot. Well, whoever's doing this is playing by cartoon rules."

"Animation doesn't have rules."

"Sure it does. In Toontown, a pretty girl can make your heart leap out of your chest, anvils fall from the sky, and if you draw a door or a black hole on the wall, you can stroll right through it. The thief must have drawn that black hole and was able to get through it and escape it."

Castiel walks over to the black hole and touches it, but it's a solid wall.

"Then why isn't it working now?"

"I don't know. None of this makes much sense, but someone here is causing all of this to happen. I don't know about you, but Joanna needs to sleep, so I need to take her back to the motel now."

"We should all go. I'll text Sam."

You three leave and let Sam stay at the police station because he might find something over there. It's getting pretty late, so all you can think about is sleep. The building where the man committed suicide didn't have a working elevator, so you're tired from walking up all those stairs.

This motel has a separate room with beds, so you set up Joanna's toddler bed inside that room to keep her away from the noisy room. Dean and Castiel are talking in the main room, and you're tucking in Joanna.

"Tory time," she grins.

"Okay," you nod, trying to think of one. You grin at the first memory that pops into your head. "Once upon a time, your uncle, Sammy, met a girl named Becky. Now, Becky knew about your dad and me and about monsters because she read books about our lives. Well, she had the hugest crush on uncle Sammy. She wouldn't leave him alone until one day, he married her! It was so funny watching him be with her. He doesn't like her very much."

Joanna giggles and your heart sings in happiness.

"Uncle Sammy is okay now, but just know that you can hold this over his head anytime you want." You lean in and kiss her cheeks, standing up. "Go to sleep, my angel."

You turn off the light and gently close the door, beginning to pick up the toys that she scattered across the room. Dean is at the table using Sam's laptop while Castiel is sitting on the couch flipping through John's journal.

"Your father has beautiful handwriting."

"How are you feeling, Castiel?"

"I'm fine."

You look at Dean and silently tell him to pry further, and your husband clears his throat.

"What she means is that, when we got thrown out of Purgatory, it took a few weeks to feel normal again."

"I'm fine," the angel says again.

"Don't get me wrong. We're happy you're back; we're fucking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing always has one mother of a downside."

"So, what do you want me to do?" Castiel asks, closing the journal.

"Maybe take a trip upstairs and poke around to see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out."

"No."

"Look, Castiel, we don't like the angels as much as you do, but--"

"I said no!" he shouts a little too loudly.

"Be quiet! I just put Joanna down," you scowl.

"My apologies," he sighs.

You and Dean both head to Castiel and sit next to him, very concerned about him.

"Talk to us."

"Dean, Y/N, when I was... bad... and I had all those things, the leviathans, writhing inside me... I caused a lot of suffering on Earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind, and I – I – I can't go back," he stutters emotionally.

"Are you scared the angles will kill you?" you ask softly.

"If I see what Heaven's become... what I made of it," he pauses and takes a deep breath, "I'm scared I might kill myself."

You grab Castiel's hand in comfort, but Sam comes in right before you had a chance to say something else.

"Hey, I got something." If Sam notices the tension in the room, he doesn't comment on it. Castiel takes his hand away from you, and just like that, he's back to ignoring the problem. "So, this black-hole guy, before he tried the bank, he robbed a house across from the park where Gary blew a gasket."

"Do you think the house heist and Gary's corpse are connected?" you ask and stay seated.

"According to the file, they happened at pretty much the exact same time. Check this out." Sam opens and spreads a big map on the table that has black X's marked in three clusters." Here's the house, and Gary died across the street here. The building from this morning is right here."

"What about the others?"

"Well, those are the places where stuff got stolen, but nobody died. Take away the graffiti, and these all look like just normal smash-and-grabs. I made a few phone calls and talked to some people who are nearby neighbors, and they reported a whole lot of crazy."

"Like what?" you ask.

"Like a jogger bumping his head and sprouting a four-inch lump. Or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies. Basically, for fifty yards around each robbery, people were living in a cartoon. It didn't last long, though, just for five or ten minutes at each place."

"That's about the length of time it would take a thief to get in and out."

"Exactly, but whatever power he's using, it's not targeted. I mean, it's kind of like an area of effect. Picture him in a bubble of weirdness, and anything that touches it gets daffy."

"So, this Animaniac can step through walls and can toss an anvil?"

"Yeah, but he's warping reality to do it. So, if someone happens to be nearby meeting the girl of his dreams, his heart makes a break for it. Right now, we're looking for a thief and the deposit box he was after. Now, the house, the office, and every place he's hit belong to someone living at the Sunset Fields retirement home."

"Our guy must be there," you comment.

"It's worth a shot."

"Alright. Well, let's gear up. It's wabbit season," Dean grins.

"I don't think you pronounced that correctly," Castiel.

"Let's go in the morning. I'm exhausted," you groan.

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princessmisery666 · 2 years ago

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Sundress

Summary: Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him.

Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

W/C: 663

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Steve Rogers, fem!reader.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: I saw a post online that said something like, “got a couple of sundresses I want you to fuck me in!” and it inspired this. I created the dress on the title card using canva.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made using canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Under The Radar - Mini Series Master List

Series Summary: Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.

Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn't know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick.

W/C: 19k

Rating: 18+

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), a few needed OC's. Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, Hondo, Admiral Simpson,

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun and during the movie. For this to work they were all at the academy together but I know that’s probably not canon.

A/N: I was thirsting over Miles Teller with Sabrina - @sfreeborn - and she asked if I would ever write for him. After seeing Top Gun: Maverick, I really wanted to. My creative juices had been non-existent for weeks, but Sabrina was kind enough to give me a prompt that inspired a fic. The details of that fic (part 3) meant I needed to write another one to explain Reader x Jake’s relationship, and it spiralled.

Super Special A/N: @writercole helped me with ideas for this entire series and contributed a lot of lines/sections when I got stuck so I’m giving her co-author credit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch //@cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: made on canva.

Series Complete.

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The Fall - Part 2 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it?

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, injury described, fluffy Rooster, sex references.

W/C: 3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), some needed OC’s.

Pairing: past Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader, Hangman x OFC.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First-time recruits at Top Gun.

A/N: I am blown away by the response to part 1, thank you for every like, reblog and comment. I hope this part doesn't disappoint.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch / all mistakes still belong to me.

Graphics: title card made by me Dividers: @writercole

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Leave 'em Hanging - Part 1 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.

Warnings: angst, fluff, brief soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake. My HC is that he’s a softie behind doors, and no one can convince me otherwise.

W/C: 4.3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress). Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado.

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader (call sign: Huntress)

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: writers block.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: gifs @unicornships // title card made by me on canva. @writercole gave me the divider.

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Are we surprised Top Gun Maverick was my most used tag?? 🤷🏼‍♀️

And I most reblogged myself 😂 🤣 not even sorry, gotta love yourself first, right?! ☺️

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