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The tapping of heels on the concrete floor garnered the attention of every soldier in a fifty-foot radius, half stepping out of the way in fear, the other half respect. Alejandro looked up when Rudy nudged him in the side and nodded the way the sound was coming, and his expression fell with an, “Aye mierda.”

Ghost and Soap turned around to see what had shaken the Colonel so badly, only to come face to face with a young woman dressed rather elegantly for such a rough base. She rounded the table, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “Alejandro, mi amor mejor.”

He smiled back at her, but his was fearful. “Mi alma. Lo siento, I forgot—”

She raised a hand and he fell silent, pursing his lips as she tipped her head to the side and inquired, “How many years have we been married, Alejandro?”

“Going on five,” he replied, a tone of pride in his voice even at the apprehension on his face.

“And in those going on five years, what is the only request that I have made of you?”

Alejandro swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet. “That I text you before five, so you know whether to leave dinner on the table or not.”

She nodded, making an exaggerated gesture of showing him her watch. “What time is it, mi amor?”

He looked at the screen, muttering, “Siete y media.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “A little past five, isn’t it, Colonel Vargas?”

“Mi alma,” he hurriedly started. “Lo siento mucho. Me olvidé completamente del tiempo. Se escapó de mí. Estamos en una misión importante aquí. Esos dos tipos allí son Soap y Ghost de un grupo de trabajo. Me están ayudando con una misión. Alma mía, lo siento mucho, por favor perdóname.” His long-winded speech ended and he took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Mi alma, I’m sorry.”

She made a noise but nodded. “I guess I can forgive you since you used your friends as an excuse.” Lifting her other hand, she held a lunchbox. “Supongo que deberías tener suerte de que te amo más que nada.”

Alejandro took the lunchbox from her, wrapping the same arm around her waist as he pulled her in and kissed her hard. “Me tratas como a un rey, mi alma. Qué haría sin ti?”

This time, she grunted at him. “Starving to death or dead in a ditch. Probably in that order.” She pulled away and flicked him in the forehead. “The next time you miss texting me, I’m going to plant my foot in your ass, okay dear?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple. “Sí señora Vargas, Entiendo.”

She pulled away and walked back around the table, standing in front of Soap and Ghost; eyeing them up and down she hummed and looked at Alejandro. “Invite them for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Pero, mi alma—”

“I told you what I told you, Alejandro. Figure it out.” She waved it off as she left, the sound of heels clicking along the concrete floor.

Soap grinned like a madman and looked at Alejandro. “Hermano, why didn’t you tell us you were so whipped for a drop-dead gorgeous woman.”

The Colonel scowled at him and warned, “Esa mi esposa, verga.”

True sleepyhead right here

i am a big fan of being in bed.

Mmmmm, quite a lot of time if I have to say, and I don't think I will be able to go back i mena I might have some periods where I won't read as much but you know it's kinda like a lifestyle.

so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

#SPNFamily Fundraisers

Since the Supernatural finale aired, fans have been creating campaigns to raise money in honor of their favorite characters. So far, so much good has come out of it! We have raised over $60K for multiple organizations. I thought I would share all of the current ones I know of.

The Castiel Project, created by prfoundbond, supports The Trevor Project. They focus in suicide prevention among LGBTQ+ youth. The original goal was $1500. So far, it has raised over $47,700.

Dean Winchester Is Love, created by wearedeancas, supports NAMI. They focus on building better lives for those who are affected by mental illness. The original goal was $1500. So far, it has raised over $10,700!

The Sam Winchester Project, my fundraiser (witchchester), supports Together We Rise. They assist foster youth. This campaign helps displaced college students w/grocery, utility, & housing resources. The original goal was $250. So far, it has raised over $2200!

The Jack Kline Project, created by dearkmnj + CROWLEYBEANS, supports Random Acts. They focus on making the world a better place with one random act of kindness at a time. The current goal is $1500. So far, it has raised over $1000!

The Miracle Project, created by adoreyouackles, supports ASPCA. They focus on preventing animal cruelty throughout the United States. The current goal is $1000. So far, it has raised over $90!

Gabriel’s Gift, created by zepptapes, supports Action Against Hunger. They focus on giving everyone access to clean water, food, training, and healthcare. The current goal is $2000. So far, it has raised over $50!

The Charlie Bradbury Project, created by ClearlyNoLabel, supports Girls Who Code. They focus on supporting + increasing the number of women in computer science. The current goal is $1500. It just opened a few hours ago!

In honor of Eileen, many are also donating to the National Association of the Deaf. They focus on promoting the rights of deaf people in the United States.

This really is so amazing! I’m so happy that our family took a not-so-great finale and turned it into something positive. Cheers!

THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS. SO MARRIED.

“They paint it yet?” LMAO STEVE PLEASE HE WANTS DANNY TO STAY SO BAD. I love how they find any excuse for Danny to keep staying at Steve’s. They seem to be making it clearer and clearer and honestly I’m fine with this because we all know, and they know we know.

Shattered Like A Stone

PLEASE HEED WARNINGS

Summary: The Mark is demanding and the demon in Dean won’t deny it.

Word count: 6,998 - three chapters

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x OFC

Warnings: explicit, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, object insertion (multiple), Bondage, Knife Play, Bloodplay, Biting, References to attempted suicide, references to mental illness, Marking, cum Marking, slight Pain Play, subspace, topspace, anal sex, spit and Jameson as lube, slight Daddy kink, consensual snuff, breath play

P1 | P2 | P3

*graphic by @tumbler-tidbits

Scott Caan admitting he'd like to see Steve and Danny have a relationship

If you think I’m ever going to talk about anything besides this for the rest of my life think again

Look how Alex clings to Scott, ain’t that THUD worthy? 

Hawaii Five-0: Alex O'Loughlin & Scott Caan at the TCAs - July 29, 2012 

welp. i was THISCLOSE to posting an adolescent “i hate everything” post… and then i saw this.

i’ve got you

I want what they have

“my baby boy” i whisper to a screencap of a forty year old man

Maddie: How was the honeymoon?

Buck: Eddie got drunk and tried to burn our marriage certificate.

Buck: he said “good luck trying to return me without the receipt.”

OPERATION: Find The Kids!

Bravo Team x Reader

A/N okay so I saw a TikTok yesterday and this gave me the idea for the chaotic fic you are about to read. Seven tier one navy seals looking after four kids. What could go wrong? So I give you nearly 2k words of utter chaos. Trying to keep track of what 11 people are doing is stressful 😂

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Sipping on your coffee, you ran your hand over your face as you try to finish off the paperwork from the last deployment. You tried to get this done in your home office but it was no good when your house was used as base when the boys were home. Or as Metal kept putting it “the home of Bravo” but it did make your life easier meaning you didn’t have to worry about finding a sitter at short notice as you had at least one of the boys crashing at yours for whatever reason.

And at the moment it was a godsend, especially as you were looking after your Brother’s triplets whilst he was going through the divorce. But having four kids under the age of 7 in the house was chaos, but you lived around big kids all the time so you could just about cope.

“Guys, someone has to take the boss some coffee,” Clay said, as he placed the plate of toast in the middle of the kitchen table. “And to swipe the walkies.”

Everyone fell silent. That silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Oh hell no,” Sonny said, breaking the silence. “You know how she gets when she’s doing the reports. And it was your idea Blondielocks, so you should do it.”

“No way,” Clay exclaimed, “I value my life thank you. “

“Guys let’s settle this like adults,” Metal said, with a serious look on his face. “Rock, paper, scissors. We go around the group and do it as a knock out style thing and whoever is left standing has to take the boss some coffee and swipe the walkies.”

So that's how it was decided that Sonny was the one to go into the lion's den, armed with coffee and breakfast to hopefully make things go smoothly.

“Quinn, I see you.” You said not looking away from your screen.

“How the fuck?” He muttered, “I swear you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“You have to when you look after children,” you laughed, “now I’m busy so what do you want?”

“We know you left without breakfast so I thought I’d bring you some,” he shrugged, placing the food and coffee on the table.

“I don’t buy it,” you said, raising your brow at him. “You are up to something.”

“Nope, just bringing the boss coffee.” He grinned, he had already swiped the walkies and needed to get out of here. “You have a good day, and don’t worry about anything, we have it all under control.”

“That’s what makes me worry Quinn,” you glared. “Just don’t burn my house down and don’t lose a child. That’s all I ask.”

“Hard copy, boss.” He nodded before leaving the room.

“Mission success boys,” Sonny shouted walking back into the house, “Oh and final words from the boss were don't set the house on fire and don’t lose a child but she had no idea I swiped the walkies.”

“Well then, time to gear up boys,” Jase said, slapping his legs as he stood up. “Kids have requested we wear our camo bottoms so hurry up we head out at 0900.”

Twenty minutes had passed and everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Right, let's just run through this one more time,” Clay said looking at the list on his phone.

“First aid kit”

“Check”

“Snacks”

“Check”

“Drinks”

“Check”

“Sun cream”

“Check”

“Kids dressed”

“Check”

“All walkies on the same station”

“Check”

“Well boys I think we are ready,” Trent nodded, “So Brock has Cerb and Pepper, I’ve got the bag, so the rest of you get to keep an eye on the kids.”

Your daughter, Riley instantly clung onto Clay like a koala bear, your nephew Joey gravitated to Metal, Sonny scooped up your niece, Amber and Ray took your other Niece, Lola.

“Let’s hit the park,” Jase nodded, leading everyone out the house.

“What could go wrong,” Sonny laughed. “It’s not like we are gonna lose any of them. There’s four of them and seven of us.”

“Don’t say that, you idiot,” Metal said, hitting Sonny around the back of the head. “Don't jinx things, now If things go south it’s your fault.”

“Anyone got have eyes on HVT one?” Jase asked down the walkie, as he scanned the park.

“HVT one is south moving toward the tyre swing,” Metal replied, “I’ve lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I’ve got eyes on HVT two, she is in need of refilling. Lure her back to base Three,” Clay said, as he squinted from the sun.

“Copy six,” Sonny called, as he calmly headed for Amber, who thought this was the best game in the world as her Uncle Sonny chased her. “HVT two inbound,”

“My eyes are peeled,” Jase laughed, as he spotted Amber running towards him.

“For the love of god don’t forget the suncream.” Ray responded.

“Copy that,” Jase said, routing around the bag for supplies. He literally only took his eyes off her for two seconds but by the time he looked up she was gone. “All call signs I have lost eyes on HVT two. I repeat I have lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I don’t have HVT three or four,” Brock sighed “They just vanished.”

“Is HVT one still at the tyre swing?” Ray asked.

“Fuck, she’s gone to.” Metal cursed.

“Guys we fucked up, boss is gonna kill us if we don’t come home with a full head count.” Ray breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Three you know this is your fault,” Metal growled.

“How is it my fault?” Sonny snapped. “You're the one meant to be watching HVT One.”

“You jinxed things, idiot,” Metal huffed, “Told you this would happen.”

“Guys, stop fighting,” Jase sighed, “Look just everyone reconvene at base and we put a plan together, they can’t have gone far.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew Sonny was up to something when he came in this morning but the big idiot forgot to pick up all the walkies meaning you could hear everything.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you messed with the station trying to get a clearer sound. You wanted to see how this would play out, they all sounded pretty panicked but they should be. One of the rules was they could do whatever, go wherever but just don’t lose anyone.

“You okay Y/L/N?” Eric asked coming into the briefing room with some fresh coffee.

“Define okay when the boys are looking after the tribe today, Sonny managed to swipe the walkies and now somehow they have managed to lose all four kids at the park,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well at least they had the sense to get the walkies I suppose,” Eric laughed, “you know they will have a full head count by the end of the day, they won’t leave until they do.”

“I know,” you laughed, “but I’m gonna get them back.”

“How the fuck have we managed to lose four kids,” Clay said running his hand over his face. “I don’t get it,”

“Because children like to fucking run off,” Jase snapped. “Look, we don’t need to go into how it happened, it happened. Let’s just work the problem and get these kids back before we all get brutally killed. Operation find the kids is a go.”

“Riley likes water right?” Trent asked.

“Yeah, she’s a proper water baby, why do you ask?” Clay questioned.

“She might have gone towards the lake.” Trent nodded.

“Right, Clay and Brock head to the lake and try to get Riley. We all know you are her favourite Uncle Clay so she might actually come back to you.” Ray said, making a call. “We divide and conquer boys.”

“Copy,” Brock and Clay nodded, before running off in the direction of the lake.

“What about Joey?” Trent asked.

“The woods definitely,” Jase nodded.

“I’m on it,” Metal nodded before disappearing.

“Okay so that leaves Amber and Lola.” Jase said.

“Fuck I have no idea,” Ray sighed. “They are both so quiet.”

“We are just gonna have to split up.” Sonny said, “we will find them.”

Two hours had passed and everyone apart from Brock and Clay were back at base. Three out of the four kids had been located and now sitting on the grass with Metal eatting some cookies.

“I’m gonna need a medic,” Clay said, his voice full of panic and cry’s could be heard in the background.

“How far out are you?” Jase replied.

“About 5 mikes,” Brock replied.

Clay looked down at Riley in his arms, she was screaming and the tears kept coming.

“Hey Riley-roo, it’s okay, Uncle Clay has got you. You are gonna be okay.” Clay cooed trying to calm down his god daughter.

“What’s the sitrep?” Trent asked.

“Not sure if it’s a broken wrist or just a sprain. She fell pretty hard on it whilst running.” Clay sighed down the walkie. “It’s official boys, we are dead meat when the boss gets home.”

The house was quiet when you got home, far too quiet. The only sound was the hum from the TV but even that was on low volume. Quickly glancing in the kitchen you rolled your eyes at the state of it. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were plates and mugs everywhere along with McDonald’s discarded wrappers.

Quietly you walked into the living room to see all the kids awake and all the boys fast asleep on the sofas. Riley was tucked under Clay’s arms, Joey was laying across Metal and Brock, Amber was sat in between Jase’s legs and Lola was tucked under Ray’s arms.

“Mummy” Riley grinned as she saw you. “Look what I got,” she giggled, waving her casted wrist in the air.

“What happened baby?” You asked, crouching down to her level.

“I tripped and broke my wrist.” She pouted, “But Uncle Clay took me to the hospital.”

“Well it looks like you all wore your Uncles out today,” you laughed, “but just cover your ears for me kiddos.”

Once they all covered their ears with their hands, you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Wake up you lazy shits!” You shouted, startling them all awake. “Did we have a good day?” You asked playing dumb.

“Yeah it was amazing,” Jase nodded. “We went to the park.”

“So you did lose any of the kids?” You asked, placing your hand on your hip.

“Nope,” Clay said, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Well can someone explain this?” You said, pressing play on the recording.

The whole room fell quiet as they heard the conversation playback from early.

“So wanna change your answer boys?” You glared. “I only have two rules and you fucking broke one of them. And my daughter has a bloody broken arm!”

“Sorry, boss.” Sonny mumbled, not making eye contact.

“You better be you idiots,” you laughed, “At least you came home with a full head count. Now Clay move, you are in my seat.”

Once Clay had moved, you settled down in your spot.

“Oh and another thing, I’ve had a long ass day typing up all the incident reports from J-Bad, I swear your band list gets longer each deployment,” you laughed, “but I’m not happy about the state of my kitchen so you can all get in there and sort it out.”

“Yes, boss.” They all said, making you smirk. Not many people could make Bravo team sulk off with their tail between their legs but you could and it always made you laugh.

“And someone make me a bloody coffee, because I am not moving off this sofa for the rest of the night”

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Can’t Drink In Peace

Bravo Team x Reader

I have included the following request in this fic, I have changed it up a little and included all the boys. Requested by @thelovelyleo23 #17 with Sonny my favorite whiskey drinker ☺️ 👉🏾👈🏾 “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

A/N Anything in italic or bold are the song lyrics. Based on the song “U + Ur Hand - P!nk”

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Check it out, going out on the late night. Looking tight, feeling nice, it's a cock fight. I can tell I just know that it's going down tonight. At the door we don't wait cause we know them. At the bar, six shots, just beginning. That's when dickhead put his hands on me

“Right boys,” you smirked, leaning against the wall, cigarette hanging from your mouth, “you know the drill, first round is on me.”

This had been the tradition for the last couple of years since you became lieutenant commander, the day after deployment or a spin up you would all hit the Bulkhead to decompress.

You had seen many changes to the team over the years as you went up the ranks but you couldn’t imagine life without the boys standing in front of you, with goofy smiles on their faces.

These boys were your family, and they never treated you any differently, it was your first rule the day you became lieutenant commander. They had to treat you the same, the change in rank didn’t change anything outside of the ops.

“See you still have it,” Sonny winked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you walked into the bulkhead. “Pretty sure you have Clay a run for his money on that hill.”

“Are you telling me you underestimated me Quinn?” You fake gasped. “How dare you, we all know I will always be a better sniper than Blondie.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Both Clay and Sonny shouted, squashing you in a bear hug.

“You two will drink to everything.” You laughed, as a round of shots was placed in front of you. “Cheers guys! Here’s to another successful mission and us all coming home in one piece.”

A few hours had passed and you were leaning against the bar, waiting for another tray of shots and beers, when you felt someone press up against you. You knew it wasn’t one of your boys, the smell of the aftershave was different and smelt like toilet water.

“Here we go again,” you muttered to yourself.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a Navy bar like this?” The guy slurred in your ear. “You looking for a night with a Navy officer sweetheart.”

Oh he must have been new to the Navy not to know who you were. Over the years you had gained a reputation for being the most badass females in devgru.

“Look mate, I'm not here for your entertainment,” you snapped, “You don't really want to mess with me tonight.”

“Oh you are a feisty one,” the dude chuckled, “good job I love the feisty ones.”

“Right okay, just stop and take a second, I was fine before you walked into my life. Cause you know it's over before it began.” You snarled, balling your fists up on the bar.

“Come on sweetheart, let me buy you a drink and let’s see where the night goes.” He slurred, squeezing your hips.

“Look, keep your drink, just give me the money because it’s just you and your hand tonight.” You growled, landing an elbow to the guys ribs, before taking the tray of drinks over to the table.

“Everything okay there?” Jason asked.

“Yeah nothing I can’t handle, don’t worry about me.” You nodded, knocking back the shots. “Apparently I can’t drink in peace without being hit on.”

Midnight, I'm drunk, I don't give a fuck. Wanna dance by myself, guess you're outta luck.

As the night went on the drunk guy from the bar still didn’t get the message and kept trying to hit on you.

Somehow you hand managed to get Clay and Sonny up dancing, it must have been the amount of booze you were all knocking back. As you were dancing you felt the random dude get all up in your space, making you roll your eyes.

“Damn you dance so sexy.” He growled in your ear.

“Don't touch, back up, I'm not the one.” You snapped, pushing him back. “Buh-bye”

“Oh come on baby, just let me show you how fun being with a Seal can be.” He shouted over the moving.

“Okay you fucker listen up, it's just not happening. You can say what you want to your boyfriends. Just let me have my fun tonight. A'ight?” You sneered.

I'm not here for your entertainment. You don't really want to mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second. I was fine before you walked into my life. Cause you know it's over. Before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money. It's just you and your hand tonight. In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks. To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck. We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see. So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah

“Seriously, that creep won’t leave me alone.” You sighed, taking your shot on the poor table. “Like isn’t it obvious I am not interested.”

“Just pull rank on him.” Brock smirked. “He will soon back up then.”

“Or it will just spur him on,” Metal nodded, “I mean can you imagine bedding a lieutenant commander, he will be bragging about it for years. But I say just throw him a right hook he will soon get the picture.”

“Oh god yeah,” Clay slurred, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Even I know how lethal these fists are.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been acting like a dick when you first joined us as a strap, and maybe I wouldn’t have punched you,” you laughed, kissing the top of his head. “But you soon learned your lesson, didn't you poster boy.”

“I sure did,” Clay laughed. “So go show this creep just who he is messing with.”

“You got my six boys?” You asked even though you knew the answer.

“Stupid question,” Ray laughed, “Now go lay the fucker out.”

“Speak of the asshole,” you laughed, as you spotted the guy walking straight toward you.

“Final chance sweetheart,” the guy purred, “let’s get out of here and let me show you a good time.”

“You know you are high fivin', talkin' shit, but you're going home alone aren'tcha? 'Cause I'm not here for your entertainment. No you don't really want to mess with me tonight” you growled, balling your first up before connecting it with his face. “Oh and just a word of fucking warning, have a little bit more respect for your lieutenant commanders.”

You smirked as he clutched his bleeding nose, and his face paled.

“You’re a lieutenant commander?” He asked.

“Are you really that stupid?” You laughed, “you are telling me that you haven’t heard of me before.”

“I’m new, just going through the green team.” He stuttered, all confidence gone.

“Well then you should know who the fuck I am then!” You snapped, “I didn’t beat the records for nothing. Just a word of advice, don’t go around hitting of fucking women who tell you no.”

“So I’m guessing you're not coming home with me tonight then?” He asked.

“Are you thick?” You laughed, punching him again. “Do not make me command my team to turn you into a bloody mess. I have the most powerful group in devgru protecting my six so if you value your life and your career in the Navy get the fuck out of here.”

You didn’t need to look behind you to know that you had your boys standing protectively behind you, no doubt with their arms folded across their chests and an expression that would make you shit yourself. All watching as the guy ran out of the bulkhead.

“Fuck I need a drink after that.” You laughed. “Someone best get a drink in my hand in the next 10 seconds before one of you feels my right hook.” The moment the words left your lips you couldn’t help but laugh as you had the best and most powerful operators scrambling to the bar.

It was true what Blackburn had once said, you had them eating out of the palm of your hand.

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Omgggggg

anonymous requested “buck + that little hop skip he does sometimes”

How many Supernatural fans are there on Tumblr?

You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined. 

Reblog if you’re a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!

Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester in Supernatural. (2005 - 2020)

GOSH DARN IT, DO I LOVE NICE PEOPLE!

IF YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE NICE TO SOMEONE TODAY THEN FREAKING DO IT PAL!

Don't waste this chance to spread kindness. Okay?!

Be kind.

Don't hesitate either. Kindness is the right thing to do so always be bold and be kind when you see the chance to be.

Some people, I will admit, are assholes. We don't like them. And having people who are cruel and mean in this world, are the same people that are there to show who you are as a person. You are given the opportunity to be kind or be cold and though it may seem small at the time, it can cone back around.

It is hard to be kind. Whoever said being kind or nice is easy, well, they must've not been doing it right.

Kindness to me is taking a part of yourself, a piece of your time, lending a hand, giving something of you, and letting someone else have it and hold it.

So if you have some extra happiness, share it with others cause you never know who might need it.

Thank you for coming to my rant. Have a lovely day, beauties.

(I love you @acklest for making this wonderful and truly remarkable gif)

Happy birthday DEAN Winchester

Hey love this story so far, so pleeeeease if you could add me to the tag list I would be sooooo happy because I can't find a lot of bondi story

The Impact Zone (Harrison x reader)

AU: Soulmate/tattoo Fandom: Bondi Rescue Words: 2,322 Part: 2/? part one  Warnings: lots of dialogue. this is kinda long. also lots of laughing and shrugging, idk. Note: Oof it’s been almost a year? My bad. I literally had this done in like May and then forgot about it. Better late than never, right? I promise part three will come faster. Not anytime soon, but less than 11 months. But on the bright side, season 14 has started!

After a proper full night’s rest, I get up feeling quite rejuvenated. I look at the clock and see that it’s already 11:00. I just slept 13 hours! That jet lag’ll get ya.

I get out of bed and get ready for my first official day at Bondi …or half day I guess at this point. Taking off my pj’s, I throw on my Rip Curl swimsuit and clothes to cover up, grab my towel and head out of the hotel. It’s overcast, but the temperature is still fairly nice.

My first stop is the café I had dinner at last night. It is close to lunchtime and I figure that I probably shouldn’t surf on an empty stomach. After eating a sandwich and buying a bottle of water, I make my way down the street to a surf shop I saw on my walk yesterday – Bondi Surf Co. I walk in and look around for a couple minutes before getting to the rentals desk.

“Hello, how may I help you?” the man behind the desk asks me.

“Yeah, uh, do you know what the waves are like at Bondi today?”

“Oh crazy, mate. 8-10 feet.”

My face lights up, “No way! Can I do a 7-foot board please?”

He smiles back and pulls one from off the wall. “How long would you like it? The prices are right there.” He says as he points beside him to a board with the rental prices.

I look them over. “I’ll do the 5-10 hour rental.”

“Okay! That’ll be $40.”

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Oooh! I got another one! Dean x Reader: "Ice cream and tattoos? Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!" (it's suppose to be funny idk made me laugh lol)

“Pleaseeeeee.” You pouted.

“No.” He grumbled, not looking up from his tablet.

“Come on, Dean. You loved it and you know it.”

“Ice cream and tattoos?” He looked up and you nodded with an innocent smile. “Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!”

“Well this time, I won’t let you have 5 spiked pumpkin pie flavors, or let you add your own extra ‘topping’“ You used hand quotes and shot him a glare.

He sat back in the chair, losing interest. “No.” You gave him a pout, and your best puppy dog eyes. “Ain’t gonna work, sweetheart. I grew up with him, remember.” He motioned to Sam across the table, nose in a book. “He invented that look.”

“I’ll let you choose my tattoo…” You sing songed, and his interest was peaked again.

“Anything I want?”

You nodded. “No complaints, and no covering it up. You can even blindfold me and pick where it goes.”

He mulled it over for a minute, but you knew you had him. “Done.”

“But.”

“Fuck..” He mumbled, slumping into the chair again.

“I get to chose yours.” He shot you a look. “Hey, have I ever gotten a bad tattoo?” You motioned to yourself.

“No.” He sighed. “Alright, get your damn shoes on.”

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Jensen, Micheal and Deanmon portraits

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Love it, tanks i really needed it

Because I Want To

Word Count: ~1,200

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Depression, negative self-image, sadness, few bad words?

Summary: You can’t help but feel like a burden.

A/N: Hello, a break in my series posting to give y’all a comfort one shot. I am currently in a depressive episode so this is how I am coping with some of those feelings. Much love, Sarah.

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Love it, amazing fic

You don’t even take history.

Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Sam, John (mentioned in passing)

Word count : 2,069

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​​

Square : Pushed into them.

Warnings : Highschool, Bullies, lies, shy awkward Dean, happy ending.

SPN Fluff bingo 2020 Masterlist.

“Hey, Dean!”

You were walking down the hall and glanced up in time to see Dean Winchester turn towards the voice that came from behind you as his hand pushed his locker door shut. At that same moment, someone else’s hand hit your back and shoved your forward.

“You like to eat bacon right?” the voices laughed as your body slammed against his, mocking oinks ringing out around you.

His hands came up to your shoulders, righting you back on your feet and holding you a bit away from him. “S-Sorry.” you muttered in embarrassment, bringing your books up to your chest to have some kind of a barrier between you and all of them, and then you rushed past them, tears stinging your eyes.

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ahahhahaha

Metal: [shows card] Ace of spades.

Sonny: [throws UNO card] +4!

Clay: [shows Pokémon card] Pikachu, I choose you!

Jason: WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE PLAYING?!

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