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[idreamofhazeleyes]

Safety

Post 15x20

Another take on Aeryn's solo hunt in 15x20 It deals with PTSD and (semi) canonical wounds.

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My body hurt. I was aware of that before I was fully conscious. Fragments of memories from the past few weeks leaked forward. The missing kids. The masked vampires. Jenny, the woman that had been turned by the vampires seventeen years ago. The attempt to hold me as a hostage to get Sam and Dean. The fight in the barn. Nearly getting caught on the piece of rebar. Somehow getting the kids and myself to a hospital before passing out. Consciousness came and went during that hospital visit where I barely registered voices. Getting discharged and being helped into a vehicle, using a person for comfort during the drive. Being helped out and to a bathroom to be wiped down and changed into clean clothes.  

My eyes squeezed tight as the barn fight replayed. As if that would make the image disappear. The more the fight continued in that slow way dreams seemed to take, the more my body moved.  

The vamp was determined to impale me on that rebar. Every time I slip out from its grasp, the fight restarts. I fought against the hands that shook me. Everything screamed it was the vampire as it drove me backward.  

My eyes shot open as a scream tore from my throat just before impact on the rebar. Fists connected with a pillow even as I struggled to free myself. My body tangled in something as I rode the panic induced adrenaline rush, pushing myself against the floor. Seconds passed like minutes due to the adrenaline before it started to come down.  

When the panic eased, I took glances around my surroundings. Queen bed, messed up covers, bed room. It was one of the spare rooms in Jody’s place. I heard muffled voices through the mostly closed door. Not wanting to be alone with the lingering thoughts, I worked myself off the mattress, stumbling and catching myself on the dresser. Once stable, I caught sight of me in the mirror. It reflected numerous bruises, cuts and other half healed wounds. Those were partially covered by a well worn oversized tee shirt that ended a little too short and a pair of clean boxers. 

I was a complete mess. There’s been hunts were I had injuries and walked away. Not like this. Something told me that it was time to retire. 

My right arm was wrapped around my body as I left the room, using the walls for support. Of all the fights and battles, including the one against Amara, this one against the vampires messed me up on a whole new level.  

“…out for two days,” Dean finished as I came out into the living room.  

I paused just inside of the hall entryway, not ready to be seen and watched Dean pace while Sam seemed to be unsure how to comfort him. Dean had about two weeks worth of stubble and his usual short hair had grown out. Even Sam had some stubble. There was little chance that the vamp hunt took three weeks. There’s no way I lost track of that length of time. 

Sam’s eyes flicked over Dean’s shoulder and widened just as Dean stopped and followed his gaze.  

He rushed over before I could limp two steps forward. A leg buckled just as Dean reached me. He caught me and eased me down to the floor, going with me. He pulled me close, cradling me. “You should be resting.” His voice was soft.  

A hand grasped his shirt and my face buried into his chest. “Don’t make me try and sleep. I ca...can’t.” 

“Shhh. You’re safe here. We’ll stay here as long as you need.” Dean adjusted so he leaned against the wall, his arms wrapped around me as if he minded a large wound on my back.  

Sam moved around the house in a way he was gathering items. I ignored him for the most part, merely relived to be safe and not dealing with a new nightmare. He stopped by once and offered Dean something. I moaned from being shifted slightly when Dean adjusted a little. He gave a soft shh and I closed my eyes. 

“Hey, Aeryn.” A hand rested on my right arm. Sam waited until my eyes opened. He had medical supplies between us. “I need to take a look at your back.” 

“Do we need to do that now?” Dean half argued? “She’s stressed out...” 

“I’m right here.” I attempted to push away from him. “What’s wrong with my back?” 

They shared a look before Sam sighed and pulled out his phone. Seconds later he showed a picture of my back from when I was in the hospital.  

My upper back looked like some failed attempt of a bloody eagle. A ragged gash dragged from my spine to the right side of my back. Dried blood still clung to my skin and what was left of my shirt had been cut away and barely covered my chest. No wonder my back was on fire. I could have died.  

“Help me with the shirt.” I managed my left arm easily enough; partially aware I wasn’t wearing a bra. At this point after everything we’ve been through for nearly two decades, I didn’t care. The number of times we’ve all spent patching each outer up numbed me from avoiding certain body parts.  

Dean’s hands brushed against my lower back and sides as he helped lift the rest of the shirt up and over my head. A hiss escaped when the fabric brushed against the bandages. The shirt was quickly pressed against my chest as Dean attempted to preserve any sense of decency I could have. The medical tape pulled at my skin as Sam began. The gauze was gently peeled away. Sam stopped for a moment before showing me a picture how my back currently looked. Still fresh and red, the gash had been stitched together. 

“We’ll take all the time you need,” Dean said as Sam applied a cool ointment and fresh gauze. 

“I’m done hunting.” It was a whisper. If it hadn’t been for Sam slowing a fraction, I would have sworn neither heard me. 

“We’ll take...” 

“I’m done hunting,” I cut him off, louder. “I could have died.” 

“Okay,” Dean said after a few seconds. “Oh. Sam; bring the test results.” 

I adjusted against Dean as Sam brought over a small stack of papers; handing them to me. 

“Think a three bedroom house is too big?” Dean asked as my eyes fell on the highlighted results. “I figure we have about eight months to get ready.” 

[my-proof-is-you]

Now That We Don’t Talk - Teaser

Coming soon!

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

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Liability Issues

Summary: Memories are a funny thing...

Pairing: Endverse!Dean (Alpha) x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, sadness

“Why is that woman even here? She’s got no useful abilities. Sam, I know you brought her here, but she’s nothing but a liability.”

“Dean,” Sam sighs deeply. He promised you a safe place and protection. Omegas are the most prized possession in the rotten world you are living in. “I brought her here, telling her she’s going to be safe from now on.”

“Well,” Dean snaps at his younger brother. “I didn’t make such a promise. You did. Now it’s your job to kick her out.”

Sam shakes his head, refusing to kick you out of the camp. He made a promise and intended to keep it. “She’s her value too, Dean. Give her a chance to prove her worth.”

“I give her one more week,” Dean grunts, turning to leave the hut. “We don’t need another mouth to feed. You know that.”

“I know,” Sam sighs. He still believes saving as many people as possible is more important than simply surviving and fighting the Croats.

“I saved you. I saved our people. I don’t have the time or the energy to take care of a needy omega,” Dean barks. “One week. Not a day longer.”

The angry alpha storms off, leaving his brother stunned. “What happened to you brother?” Sam shakes his head. Deep down inside, he knows it’s his fault Dean had to become this cruel and twisted version of his former self.

There’s no compassion left in Dean. He lost it when he faced Lucifer wearing Sam’s face. He won, but it came with a price.

On the other side of town, another Dean makes his way toward the camp. He came here thanks to, in his words, an angelic dick.

“This must be a joke,” he curses while sneaking around a corner. Croats are following him hot on his heels, and he barely made it out of the last building alive. “Sonofabitch! I get it, okay. If I do not say yes, the world goes to shit.”

He waits, but nothing happens. “Figures. Angels are all dicks.” Dean curses as he starts to run again.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam softly asks, watching you throw your few belongings into two duffle bags. “I told you this is a safe place.”

 “No, it’s not.” Glaring at Sam you huff. “Your brother wants me gone. I won’t be a liability to him. I will leave this place before he kicks me out.” You fold your last clothes, sighing deeply. “Sam, I know you mean well but, I think your brother is serious. I met men like him before. Alphas are the worst, and I will avoid them at all costs.”

Sam gasps. “Y/N, my brother is grumpy and broody, but he’s not like the alphas who tried to…” He bites his tongue, not wanting to bring up bad memories.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I won’t stay where I’m not wanted, Sam.” You gently touch his upper arm, giving Sam a soft smile. “I’ll be forever grateful for your kindness, and that you saved me.”

“I’m sorry…” Sam sniffs. He’s not strong enough to fight his brother. Sam barely survived being Lucifer’s vessel. “I wish things were different.”

“Me too,” you kiss his cheek, smiling as he wraps you in a hug. “I survived on my own for years. I’ll not go down easily, Sam.”

Another round, the night is almost over. Dean doesn’t feel tired. He doesn’t even remember the last time he slept for longer than an hour.

His eyes scan the area, like a predator, as he hears an unusual noise. He dips his head to glance your way. “Sonofabitch!”

Dean storms toward you, roughly grabbing your arm as you try to sneak out of the camp. “I told you about the rules. No one leaves their sleeping place past eight.”

“Let. Me. Go,” you growl in his direction while wiggling in his grip. “You have no right to touch me! I want to leave, and I want to leave now.”

“You won’t leave,” he snarls your name, dragging you toward your hut, but you fight him. It’s not the first time a man or an alpha tried to force you to do something you don’t want to do. “Get back inside your hut!”

“I said,” you hiss at him like an angry cat, “Let me go. You wanted the liability your brother brought home gone. I’m only trying to make your life easier.”

Dean huffs. “Fine,” he snaps at you. “If you cannot follow my orders, I’ll make sure you know your place.” The alpha drags you toward his hut, pushing you inside, and slamming the door shut. He roughly shoves you to the ground, handcuffing you to a man who sits on the ground.

“Y/N?” The other man gasps as his eyes land on you. “How? Did they send you here too? Fuck, are you hurt?”

“What? I—” You stare at the man, a spit-image of the man shoving you inside the hut not moments ago. “How? Who are you?”

“Who am I?” The other man asks. He looks like the Dean you know, but a little younger, less angry and his scent is more pleasant. “What happened? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,” you softly say while moving a little closer to the man. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know, sweetheart,” the man insists. “You know me too. We were looking for Sammy when…” He shakes his head. “Shit went down, and the angel dicks send me here. I thought I lost you.”

“Enough of this!” Dean yells. He regrets handcuffing you to his younger self. You seem to be drawn to the other Dean, and he doesn’t like it one bit. “You…we don’t know her…”

“But—I know her,” the younger Dean insists. “We met a year and a half ago.” He glares at Dean, snarling as he wants to remove the handcuff around your wrist. “Don’t touch her!”

“We met her some weeks ago when Sammy brought her here. I don’t remember meeting her before.”

“I…I…” You’re confused. The younger Dean tells you again that he knows you, but you cannot remember him. “I’m sorry…you must have mistaken me for someone else.”

You shyly smile at the younger Dean, moving a little closer to him to escape the man wanting you to leave the camp.

“But…no…I know you.”

Dean sighs deeply. He’s getting a terrible headache thanks to his younger version showing up out of nowhere, and you. “That is enough. Stop making me lose my mind.”

“They said the world will end if I do not say yes,” the younger Dean says, looking at his future. “Is that true? I saw the Croats and…”

“We lost Sam. He said yes and…” Dean shakes his head. “He’s not himself anymore. Sam is a shadow of his self. Lucifer drained the life and strength out of him, but…he’s free.”

“So, he said yes.”

“I should’ve said yes too,” Dean admits. “I was too stubborn, and instead of losing half the population, we lost almost everyone.”

“This is insanity,” you sniffle. “I don’t understand what’s happening. I don’t…”

The younger Dean watches his elder version with curiosity. The anger vanishes from Dean’s face to make space for the sadness to take over. His eyes fill with tears when he looks at you and his younger version again.

“You did this to her, didn’t you?”

Dean looks away, shaking his head.

“Answer me!” The younger Dean barks now. “What did you do?”

“Not me; Lucifer did,” Dean answers, voice cracking. “He cursed me…us.” He whispers sadly. “Every day, I forget I ever met Y/N. She’s a stranger to me when the sun rises but…” His eyes fill with tears when he looks at you. “For a short moment, between dusk and dawn, I remember her. My true mate, my love. And then…she’s vanished from my memory.”

“No—” The younger Dean chokes out. “No…no…no!”

“That’s my punishment for fighting him,” Dean says, carefully touching your head. “It’s almost over. Just a few more minutes and she’s just a stranger again.” He crouches down next to you to press his forehead against yours. “I mostly stay away from her until the memory is gone. I can’t take it.”

“What can I do?” The younger Dean chokes out. “Answer me? What can I do?” He yells now. “Tell me now!”

“Do not let Sam say yes…”

[winchest09]

So I'm reading a script that has a lot of English slang. I come across a term I haven't heard before "Connie-onnie butties". I google it and still come up blank. I know buttie is a sandwich. It reminds me of Dean and Reader in MISCOMMUNICATION with flannel. 💚💚💚

Ahhhh babes! Well I can actually help you with that one! So, basically, a Connie Onnie buttie is a condensed milk sandwich. Gross right? lmao. Yup, bread and butter and a condensed milk filling. I think it was popular in the WW2 days and its actually a Liverpool thing! Awww i'm glad it reminded you of my fic and thank you so much for reading! I can't wait to share chapter one with you on Friday <3 Miscommunication

[squirrelnotsam]

I’d Die For You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None, please let me know if I missed something

Word Count: Approximately 525

Created for: @jawritter​ 500 Follower Challenge

Summary: Y/N writes a letter to Dean.

A/N: This is written for JAWritter’s 500 Follower Challenge. Congratulations on the milestone. My prompt is I’d Die For You - Bon Jovi Sorry this is late. I had the idea for the letter all planned out and written in my head. By the time I was able to sit down and write, I came up blank. Eventually, I got this written out.

“Y/N,” Dean yells as he enters the bunker. “We’re home, babe.” He walks through the bunker opening the door to room 11. He tosses his go bag on the bed and heads towards the showers. She’s not there. He passes Sam’s room. Dean stops and knocks on the door frame getting Sam’s attention.

“Have you seen Y/N/N?” Dean asks.

“No, maybe she’s on a supply run,” Sam says. 

“Perhaps, she didn’t mention it.” 

Dean wanders back to his room. Sits down on the bed and runs his fingers through his hair. He sighs and looks at the nightstand. He notices an envelope with his name on it. With shaking hands, he opens it and starts to read. 

Dear Dean, 

I know you’re probably pissed at me. I never meant to Hurt you. I never thought things would go this far. You were only meant to be a one-night stand. I should have found a way to tell you. I really didn’t think it would matter. I didn’t think he’d drag me away like he did. In the End I guess it really did matter. Just so you know all the Lies, they were meant to Protect you. 

Shit, I think I’d go through it all again if it Meant I could stay in your arms for a while longer. Through all the forgotten promises, Every time I cry for you, I know I made the right decision. You know I’d do anything for you. I’d die for you. 

Love, Y/N 

“Shit, Sammy! We need to go,” Dean hollers still holding on to the letter. 

Sammy glares at him, “We just got back,” he argues. 

“It’s Y/N/N.” Dean says panicking. 

“What about her?” 

“She’s in trouble.”

Sam exasperates, “What are you talking about Dean?” Dean shoves the letter into Sam’s hands. He glances at it, “it’s a goodbye letter, Dean.” 

“No, take a closer look.” 

Sam reads the letter again. “What did you do to her?” Dean grabs Sam by the arm and starts dragging him to the Impala. “Dean, where are we going?”

“She’s asking for help.” Dean opens the passenger side door and shoves Sam into the seat. He closes the door and runs around to get in the driver’s seat. He closes the door and turns the ignition on. 

“How do you even get that from this?” Dean puts the car into gear and floors the gas pedal. The lines of the road zooming under the vehicle. 

“Are you that stupid,” Dean says. He glances over to Sam then back to the road, “look at the words what do you notice?” 

Sam looks at the letter again finally seeing what Dean sees. 

“Okay, okay, suppose you are correct how do you know where she even is?” Sam asks concern for his brother’s mental state. 

Dean takes his eyes off the road to get a good look at Sam, “She ever mention a demon deal to you?” 

Sam sighs and shakes his head no, “keep your eyes on the road.” 

“Okay so we summon Crowley. He’s got to know something, right?” 

“Dean I don’t think that’ll help.” 

Dean slams his hand on the steering wheel.“Damn it Sammy!” Sam flinches in his seat, “why not?”

Sam looks at Dean and sighs, “She wrote the letter in code. Someone was watching her write the letter. Who has control of demon deals?”

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Can I pretty please, with a Dean on top, be added to your forever tags. I'll even through in some pie. 🥧🥧🥧

Did someone say Dean on top?

It’s like you’ve read my mind 😉 I would love to add you to my forever tags. Welcome aboard the crazy train!

[deans-baby-momma]

Where Love Lives Masterlist

Summary: She leaves town, looking for adventure. After 7 years, she returns home to find her world as she knew it, turned upside down. The one who she thought would always be there, waiting, is now married.

But what happens when she isn't the only one looking for a window to the past? How will her love live on when that love is taken by another?

Main Characters: Reader x Beau, Beau x Carla; other minor characters

Final word count: 11,387

Warnings: angst, smangst, smut, a touch of fluff

Where Loves Lives will be posted in it's entirety on Friday, August 8.

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Summary: After a significant career shift and subsequent break-up, Brandy Miller moves to Wayne County, Pennsylvania, to be closer to family. She invests in a small, sight-unseen condo in a “quiet, charming neighborhood with views of the Poconos and neighbors you can count on.” One particular neighbor seems to have a unique interpretation of what that means.

Characters: Brandy Miller x Soldier Boy, Serge Bernard, Kimiko Miyashiro, Maggie Shaw, Annie January, Hughie Campbell, MM, John James Davis (AKA Homelander as SB’s 21yo son), Butcher

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sexual tension, sexual objectification, rough and degrading sex dream, Soldier Boy is a terrible father, explicit sexual content

CHAPTER ONE: Inconsiderate Neighbor

CHAPTER TWO: Someone Loses a Bet

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

"Smooth Sailing" by Queens of the Stone Age

"A Mistake" by Fiona Apple

"Ball and Biscuit" by The White Stripes

"Closer" by Kings of Leon

"Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys

"Beck + Call" by July Talk and Tanya Tagaq

"A Little Less Conversation" by Elvis Presley and JXL

"Low" by Cracker

"Kiss" by Prince

"Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande

"Need You Tonight" by INXS

"Where Did You Sleep Last Night?" by Nirvana

"Too Deep" by RITUAL, Delilah

"The Trick is To Keep Breathing" by Garbage

"Hem of Your Garment" by CAKE

"Get Gone" by Fiona Apple

"Glycerine" by Bush

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Lost

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15x20 is going to be re-written from what we got in the show. What follows is a possible scenerio in that re-write.

15x20 

Aeryn’s POV 

I stumbled up to the nurses’ station just as my leg gave out on me. The local police officer was feet behind me saying something I couldn’t register. I barely registered the nurse was Alex. The look on her face was a mix of shock with an “oh, shit”. She moved around the counter, waving the officer away just as I put two fingers to my neck. Immediately, Alex got me into a private triage room and disappeared. Voices carried in between her and another nurse; arguing over needing to do proper triage and paperwork before taking back a patient. Alex argued that given how much blood was on me and the state of shock I was in, taking me in first without paperwork was proper triage procedure. She came back in a few minutes later with a rolling cart. 

“I called Jody,” she said as she pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting away the bloody and ripped clothes. “She’s gonna call Sam and Dean.” 

A mental sigh of relief washed over me. Knowing Dean, he would be red lining Baby until he got here. I winced in pain as Alex peeled off my shirt and bra. A light touch to where a large gash was on my back gained a face contorting wince of pain. Damn, why did I have to pick up Dean’s sense of hiding the pain.  

“How the hell did you walk in?” Alex asked just before a cold piece of cloth was placed on the wound. 

I hissed at the stinging sensation of the cleaning liquid. “Determination and sheer willpower. You know, the fundamentals of being a Winchester.” My body slumped forward, pulling at the back wound. “A patrol car came up and got me and the two boys in. I’m surprised I managed it with a dislocated hip. I walked the cop through how to pop it back into place.” 

I hoped that the other nurses were taking care of them and working on finding their parents. The officer was bound to be doing the latter. A nurse came in with items for a blood draw. 

“Can I do a draw?” she asked. “Standard for patients.” 

It wasn’t, yet I agreed. Done within a few minutes, the nurse collected the vials and truncate. Alex asked if a hospital gown could be brought around. The nurse agreed to pass the message on. Alex continued to work on cleaning off the blood and patching up the wounds I gained from the vampire fight and escape. Eventually a second nurse came around with a gown and blanket. After sitting for a while, my body revolted in moving to shed my tattered clothes and put the gown on. Even my boots came off.  

“I’ll be back in a while,” Alex said, gathering the cart. “Get some rest.” 

A hand reached for the blanket, and I managed to unfold it before laying down. Alex came back in with a saline bag and got it hooked up. I could feel the cool liquid enter the top of my hand; getting necessary fluid into my body. She adjusted the blanket before stepping out. I wasn’t sure how much time passed before familiar voices drifted into the room.  

Heavy footsteps headed toward my curtained off room. My head turned just enough as the person entered. At first I couldn’t fully register who I saw. He must have either been in the area or raced from the Bunker to the hospital. 

“Dean?” My voice was low. I wanted to get up to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I started to sit up. 

“Yes, love.”  

He hadn’t used that nickname in ... A wave of pain starting from my lower abdomen washed over my body. Those pains had been happening for the past few days. I had ignored them thinking they were bad menstrual cramps. 

“Lay down. I’m here.” 

Dean gave me a light hut before helping me adjust back onto the bed. He adjusted the blanket before pulling the lone chair over and sat next to me. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he started. “I should have ...” 

“It was a simple case that turned sideways,” I cut in. “When do we ever get lucky on big cases?” 

Another wave of pain shot through my body. Everything contorted from the pain. A soft whimper escaped even as I heard Dean say something. The pain passed as a light cough came. 

“Sorry to disturb you,” a male voice said.  

My gaze went to the curtain to see a doctor standing there with a tablet in hand. 

“We got the blood test results back,” the doctor said. “Everything looks good. Though something came up. Is there any possibility that you are, or were, pregnant?” 

The cramps weren’t menstrual. My face turned and buried into the pillow. Dean took hold of a hand. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t sensed it before. Death had said I was able to sense unborn infants. Apparently there was a point where I couldn’t. Dean leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. The doctor said something about pain meds and discharge papers. I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to get out of the hospital. 

“Hey. Hey. Hey.” Dean leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. “It’s alright. We’ll get you back to the Bunker and ...” 

I shook my head. The last place I wanted to be was the Bunker. “I wanna go to Jody’s.” 

“Jody’s?” 

I heard footsteps and Jody’s voice asking if everything was okay. Dean asked if we could crash at her place. She agreed and disappeared just as someone else walked in. 

“Clothes for Aeryn,” Sam said.  

I felt a weight being put onto the bed, most likely a duffel bag.  

“Sorry, Aeryn. It’s some of our things.” 

I turned my head. “S’okay. Thanks, Sam.” 

He ducked out as the doctor came in with the discharge papers and instructions for care and to follow up with my general practitioner. I eased into a sitting position even as Dean started pulling out what appeared to be his clothes. I grabbed the boxers as he came around to help shed the hospital gown, stopping to see the gauze on my back. A light touch around that spot gained a hiss of pain. I managed to get the boxers onto my knees before Dean came around and helped with the sweatpants. 

One hand held onto him for a few minutes once on my feet while the other held onto the sweats and boxers. Dean stood there holding me until I was comfortable keeping my balance. He helped with putting the tee shirt on, gently pulling it down to avoid my back wound. I wrapped an arm around his as we left the curtained off room as Dean carried the duffel bag and papers. I was done hunting. The back wound from the rebar had been too close for comfort. 

[bamby0304]

My daughter was telling me this story about how she thought Australians are all crazy. When I asked her why she said something about "Swooping Season". What is Swooping Season?

Spring. All the animals start breeding like rabbits so these crazy ass birds called magpies start swooping like little bishes. They use hair (as well as twigs and other tree crap) to build their nests.

Edit: our spring is now, btw. When the US and UK are in autumn/fall, we’re in spring

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Dumbass Stalker (5) – Shiny hero

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, possessive/delusional reader

A/N: Please consider that this reader is obsessed with SB. Her behavior is concerning.

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Dumbass Stalker (4) - Turned tables

“Who asked you?” You raise your voice as people demonstrate in front of the Tower of the Seven. “What did you ever do for humanity to criticize Soldier Boy?”

It’s the first time you actively said something at a gathering or yelled at someone in public. The woman made you mad, though. She was nagging about Soldier Boy earning so much money while she works three shifts to make ends meet.

“Yeah, capitalism sucks, but that’s not Soldier Boy’s fault! He saves people. They give him money for it. I have a shitty job too, but that’s not his fault either.” You argue when she tries to talk back. “Your boss is the asshole here, not someone you've never met. All bosses are.”

After that, you turn on your heels and walk away. You came here to see Soldier Boy, but once again, he didn’t show. For weeks, you didn’t get a glimpse of your man, and you are close to despairing.

“HEY YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU YELL AT MY WIFE!” The woman’s husband suddenly stands in front of you, blocking your path. “She spoke the truth.”

“Her truth,” you reply. “Listen, she can have her opinion; I have mine. Now, get out of my way.” You try to side-step the man, but he won’t have it. He blocks your path, puffing his chest.

“What are you gonna do now, bitch? Now you do not look so confident any longer.” He smirks and takes a step toward you. Crap, this is bad. None of the people around seem to care that the man threatens you over an argument with his wife.

“Listen, I told you she can have her opinion. You can’t expect everyone to agree with her. This is a place to celebrate the seven. Why did she come here if she hates them?” You cock your head. “I bet she came to stir shit, just like you. Why don’t you go back to hating on someone saving people every day and leave me alone?”

“You won’t get away with talking like that to my wife!” He snarls, eyes wild and hands reaching out to grab your arms.

“Hands off the lady,” a hero decided to step in. None other than Soldier Boy stepped in front of you to defend you. “I don’t think the lady wants you to touch her. Go away, or I'll make sure you go away.”

You are in awe. Your hero. Your dream man. Your knight in shiny armor came to your rescue. Soldier Boy himself saved the day.

“Hey, man… It was all just fun.” The man raises his hands and huffs. “No need to play the hero. We are all here to celebrate, aren’t we?”

“Are we?” Soldier Boy pats his shield. “That’s good, isn’t it? If not, I’d throw you against the building and crack your body like a nut.”

Gasping, you watch Soldier Boy shoo the man away. You whimper and whine as your hero turns around to check on you. “Miss, are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“You saved me, Mr.… I mean Soldier Boy. He was aggressive, but you made him leave. Thank you so much for your help.” Your eyes fill with honest tears as you didn’t expect your hero to come to your rescue.

“Miss, it’s my duty and my honor to save a lovely lady in need.” He flashes you a stunning smile, making you weak in the knees. You’re about to faint when he wraps one arm around your waistline to keep you upright. “I’m afraid you are a little out of it. Let me help you.”

“I—I,” you stammer. Your brain is mush, and you cannot form a coherent sentence. Black dots cloud your vision, and you fall against his chest, losing consciousness.

“It’s quite right,” he murmurs, and you find yourself in his arms. The crowd gasps and cheers as he carries you away from them and toward a black limousine waiting for him. “I’ll bring you somewhere safe.”

That was the most intense dream you've ever experienced about Soldier Boy. You’re sure when you wake. “That was…” You slowly blink your eyes open, rubbing them. “What? Where?” You exclaim because you are not in your bedroom.

“Ah, you are finally awake!” Your eyes widen, seeing Soldier Boy standing in front of the bed. “I didn’t know where you’re living, so I brought you to my place.”

Fuck. You are about to cum, untouched, feeling his mattress underneath you. How many women did he ruin in these sheets, you wonder, eyes dropping to the blanket covering you.

You can’t see it, but Soldier Boy smirks at your reaction. He’s pleased with himself. Stirring the shit was his idea. He staged the incident to get your attention and see if you’d come to his aid first.

“I'm sorry for troubling you,” you murmur. “You surely have more important things to do than come to my rescue.”

“You defended me first,” he replies with a smile. “I heard every word, and it made me damn proud to carry my shield and wear my suit for someone like you. But you shouldn’t put yourself in danger for me.”

“SIR! Mr. Soldier Boy.” You touch your warm cheeks and giggle. “You are worth every danger. You do so much for humanity.”

“You are flattering me,” he chuckles deep and rich, making your clit tingle. You press your legs together to tame the beast in your panties. “Don’t stop, though. I like it when you praise me, princess.”

The pet name makes you whimper, and you bite your lower lip to not embarrass yourself. “It is true. You’re a hero and deserve all the praise.”

Soldier Boy crosses his arms over his chest, looking at you expectantly. He dips his head and hums. “I knew you’d be perfect, princess…”

[winchest09]

Omg! For some reason, I thought I missed your post for MISCOMMUNICATION. I was so relieved when I realized that today is Wednesday, and I have a few more days before it posts. Anyways, I hope you have a good day today.💚💚💚

Ahhhh thats so sweet that you thought of my fic! <3 That's really made me smile.

Yes, it is being posted on Friday my dear! I'm going to be posting a teaser to it very soon too! Hope you'll like it!

I've had a lovely day, just settling down for the evening now. Hope you day is wonderful too! <3

[cockslutpadalecki]

Can I please be tagged in THE ONLY EXCEPTION? It sounds sinfully delicious. I'm looking forward to reading this one. Thank you 💜

yes you absolutely can! hehehhe just you wait 😈 we can’t wait to share with you!

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

I in love with ET CETERA and sad to see it end. I'm a bit curious as to who the other guy bidding against Jensen for Y/N is. There were hints that she had a stalker, but it was never fully explored in the story.

Oh, thank you so much for reading and I’m glad you enjoyed. And yes, I did drop some not so subtle hints that something else was happening behind the scenes.

So, I guess I’ll just announce this here and now, as well as an epilogue for this story, I will be working on a sequel. I don’t know when it will be out but I just couldn’t say goodbye to these two quite yet.

If you are on my Et Cetera taglist you will get a notification when it’s ready ❤️😘❤️

[spndeanbingo]

I'm asking for a friend. If they weren't on tumblr last year and didn't sign up for round one can they still sign up for round two this year?

Yes they can still sign up! This is a brand new round! New participants are more than welcome and encouraged to join! The more the merrier!