I HC McCree as Navajo and Hispanic. Imagine his belt and arm done in their silverwork and studded with turquoise.
that’s a neat hc too!!! i like that i might adapt that as well :0

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I HC McCree as Navajo and Hispanic. Imagine his belt and arm done in their silverwork and studded with turquoise.
that’s a neat hc too!!! i like that i might adapt that as well :0
sliverofjade replied to your post “Four, five and six!”
Are you my twin? *squints suspiciousy*
*squints back*
I just might be~ :P
Now you have to tell me where our lives intersect, bb~
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I love how most HC’s are all “male Omegas are rare” but 75% of ABO fic focuses on them.
Ain’t this the true. lololol
I honestly think it’s because for people, myself including, Omegas are more fascinating and are easier to put in that trope of “Happily Ever After”. Cause Personally that’s how I am. Lol.
I love writing Omega centered fics because I just love to mold them and put them in different situations to see how they would react and live in that moment. Idk. Lol. I just feel like that’s how it is.
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Maybe I’m weird (ok I am) but 15 is perfect for me. I joke that that’s why I married a Canadian. Srsly tho, feel better! I’m sick on my honeymoon rn so I feel ya.
I generally like lower temperatures - but I am also someone who needs to warm up first - warm bed, hot bath, anything really fjbvfhdhfhjdfd I am like some kind of lizard that needs to sunbathe to survive, just in my case is ‘she needs hot showers to survive’ vdfjvnjddfvbfhvfdh and I don’t even have hot water here most of the time like dang this is some sad shit
Whatever It Takes-Part 9
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC
Part 1 My Master List
Beta’d by the Girl with the Rainbow Tattoo, @kittenofdoomage
I didn’t even look at Dean as we walked to the car. I couldn’t stop seeing that woman with her hand on his arm and her eyes filled with longing.
“Would you stop for a minute? Can we talk about this please?” He asked tersely, reaching out to grab my arm.
I pulled away from him with a sigh. “Just take me home, Dean.”
He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind. I threw open the door and sat down, so overcome with fury and jealousy it was threatening to choke me. Was this how it was going to be? Dean’s past coming back to haunt me just as we were starting to get comfortable?
“I’m sorry.” He said very quietly. “I wanted this night to be special.”
“You’re never going to be just mine, are you?” I whispered, glancing sideways at him. God, he was so damn pretty! Wait a second…. Where did that come from? Then I noticed it. That itchy feeling beginning in my stomach, like my skin was getting too tight. Then the familiar warmth bubbled up in my core, and I bit back a moan.
“Oh no.” I gasped.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked his voice heavy with concern. He took in a breath, and his nostrils flared. I knew he could smell it.
“Great. Just great.” Whatever they had given me at the hospital to suppress my heat had obviously worn off. Perfect freaking timing, as usual.
Whatever It Takes-Part 8
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)
Beta’d by @kittenofdoomage (Someday I will beat you at Words With Friends)
A/N: Sorry if people are missing tags. I just updated the taglist so everyone who wanted on is in. Tumblr tagging blows lately.
Series Masterlist My Masterlist
“It’s only a damn date!” I keep telling myself in an effort to not break down completely from the stress of it all. The entire contents of my closet had puked their way onto my bed, and I couldn’t find anything. This was not going well, and I was getting frazzled.
When my cell rang I had to run in from the depths of my closet to answer it, and I sounded out of breath.”Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, it’s Terri. Are you okay? Why do you sound so out of breath?”
I grinned at the phone. It is so like my big sis to check up on me. “Dean’s taking me on our first date tonight, and I want it to be perfect.”
“Is he now?” Terri said in an amused voice. “Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?”
“Shut it. As untraditional as this is, we are trying to make this work, so be supportive.”
“Have you picked out an outfit to wear?” She questioned.
I snorted at the pile of clothes spread all over my room and hung my head. “No….not really. Can you come help?”
“Now you’re speaking my language, girl! If I can help move this bizarre love train along the track, I’m on it. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
“Thanks, Ter. I knew I could count on you.”
Terri arrived and immediately set to work cleaning up the mess on my bed. “So show me what you have so far. This place is a mess. How can you still be as sloppy as you were when you were twelve?”
“I’m stressed, T. I hate every piece of clothing I own, and I don’t have the energy to go shopping. Dean said to wear something “nice”. What does that mean exactly?” My voice was edging higher with panic.
“Relax. Breathe. We got this. You want to look pretty but not like your trying to hard. So where are you going anyway?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t even know. He didn’t say.”
“I gotta admit, Y/N, as much as I was prepared to hate him just on principle, that boy is clearly crazy about you. Seal the deal now before he realizes just how high maintenance you are.”
“Bitch,” I said half-heartedly, but I was smiling.
My sister laughed as she disappeared into my closet. Then I heard her rummaging around for a bit. “I found it!” She said a moment later.
Terri walked out with a blue silk shirt dress that I completely forgot I owned. “This will do nicely.” She commented.
I gave it an appraising glance. “Are you sure?”
Rolling her eyes, Terri handed me the dress. “Yes, I’m sure. The color is a good one for you, the silk makes it a little fancy, and most important, it opens in the front for easy access.”
“I think I bought matching shoes for this. Lemme look.” I marched into my closet and pulled a white shoebox from the top shelf. A cascade of boxes and purses came raining down on my head and I swore.
Handing the box to Terri, I sat down on my bed and rubbed the top of my head. “Just for the record, Dean and I don’t spend every minute having sex. We do talk.”
“Oh I’m sure you do,” she told me as she picked out my jewelry. “But when Dean sees you, he’s gonna be thinking with his downstairs Alpha brain. Less talk, more action.”
It was almost seven, and I waited anxiously for Dean’s arrival. Terri had left an hour ago, saying her work here was done and she expected some details later as payback.
As soon as I heard the knock, I was on my feet in an instant, practically running to the door. “You look…...wow,” Dean exclaimed immediately as soon as he saw me. He looked gorgeous in a tan jacket and dark slacks, and when our eyes met, I felt the sizzle of his hot gaze down to my toes. “These are for you,” he said as he handed me a bouquet of wildflowers.
“They are beautiful.” I sniffed the delicate blooms appreciatively, “These are my favorite! How did you know?”
“They smelled like you.”
My cheeks colored at his comment. “Let me just put these in some water.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked, and I was suddenly worried that every conversation was now going to revolve around my health. I’d been down this road before.
“This is only our first date, big boy. I think the health questions come later,” I replied with a smirk.
“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Dean said quietly.
My smile faded, and I sighed deeply. “I’m okay at the moment. Whatever they gave me in the hospital seems to have stopped my heat for now. So how did things go with Sam?” I asked, eager to change the subject.
“Surprisingly good. He can’t wait to meet you.” Dean looked at his watch. “Hey, we need to go or we’re gonna miss our reservation.”
“We have reservations? You really brought your A game didn’t you?”
The cocky smile he gave me reminded me of the first night we’d met. “When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Whatever It Takes-Part 6.5
This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by my Jaffa Cake Pimp @kittenofdoomage
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)
A/N: Just a little Valentine’s Day treat for you guys all the way from Paris :)
Terri walked with us out to Dean’s car after I was discharged. I was feeling the effects of the fever, and the medicines they had given me and was so exhausted I could barely walk. She watched Dean help me into the passenger seat, not saying anything but noting how he never stopped touching me the entire time.
When we were both seated, she stuck her head in the window. “Listen, you two, I know when her heat gets bad, your first instinct is gonna be to fuck like rabbits, but maybe try some talking in between, okay? You have a lot of shit to figure out.”
My face blushes red as I try not to look at Dean. “Yes, Mother. More talking, less sex. Got it.”
Dean starts the car and Terri squeezes my shoulder once before walking away. I know she’s right, but already Dean’s scent is pulsing through me, heady and rich, and the ocean of secrets between us suddenly seems so inconsequential.
The silence between us stretched on as we drove back to my place. I glanced over and noted the tension in Dean’s shoulders, and I knew it my fault. I owed him an explanation, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I was just so tired.
“I need to lay down,” I said over my shoulder as I headed towards the bedroom. I thought Dean was right behind me. When he didn’t come, I walked back into the hallway. He was just standing there, his hand splayed against the wall. “Dean?” I said quietly, walking over and putting my hand on his arm.
He looked down at me, and his eyes were red. “I thought you were dead, Y/N.” He whispered, and then he was crushing me against him, and I could feel his lips against my hair.
I held him as tight as I could, my tears staining his shirt as I whispered over and over, “I’m so sorry, Dean, I’m so sorry.”
After I had cried myself out, I pulled away. “I know we need to talk. But I’m really tired right now. Can you just lay with me, please? I promise after I get some rest, I will tell you whatever you want to know.”
He nodded without speaking and let me pull him into the bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and just climbed into bed in my clothes, that is how exhausted I was.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, and for a brief moment, I could pretend that everything between us was okay. I fell asleep to the steady rhythm of Dean’s heartbeat in sync with my own.
Whatever It Takes-Part 4
This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by the brilliant @kittenofdoomage
Part 1 (all parts are linked) My Master List
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)
I was engrossed in some crappy movie on Netflix when someone started pounding on my door. “Hang on, I’m coming!” I grumble when the pounding gets louder. It was after midnight, for god’s sake! Who was knocking at this hour? I throw open the door, totally ready to chew someone’s ass out. “What?” I demand, and then my mouth drops in shock. Dean was standing there, his eyes burning, looking like he wanted to eat me alive.
“What are you doing here?” I ask quietly, drinking him in. Something is off. He smells different, still that apple-pie smell I find so intoxicating, but there is an underlying hint of something else, something spicier. He’s sweating, his hair is sticking up at odd angles; there’s an unsteady sway to his posture, and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Want you, Y/N,” he growls, his eyes focused on me like a hunter stalking his prey. His pupils are blown completely black, without a trace of the familiar green. My heart starts pounding as I turn to shut the door. He reaches for me just as I realize what is going on. Dean is drunk, and probably in rut as well. Shit!
“Smell so fuckin’ amazing….can’t stop thinking about you….saw you with that asshole….tried to stay away….need you so bad,” he mutters incoherently as his lips skim my neck and start sucking.
The rational part of me knows this is a huge mistake, that we are crossing a line that we can never go back from, but the Omega in me just doesn’t care. “Dean,” I whisper hoarsely as I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his.