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scoobydoodean · 4 months

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4.15 "Death Takes A Holiday":

SAM Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter. DEAN keeps eating, speaking with his mouth full. DEAN And he's not a doughnut? SAM Locals are saying it's a miracle. DEAN Okay. SAM It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something. DEAN You think? SAM What else would it be? DEAN I don't know.

Dean isn't acting like a partner—isn't bouncing ideas off Sam like he usually does automatically when Sam's found a case and begins engaging with him about it. He isn't offering Sam a single thought in his head. He's just chewing his food—playing the role of the dumb brother Sam so clearly wants him to fall into.

Sam made it very clear the previous episode (under the siren's influence) that he's stronger, he's smarter, and Dean is holding him back. Therefore, the role Dean ought to play is "dumb sidekick" who simply concedes to Sam's views and doesn't get in the way—who's not as brave as Sam (an epic lie) or as smart as Sam is (another lie of epic proportions) and shouldn't act like it by daring to contribute thoughts.

Dean isn't playing into this thinking because Dean believes Sam's nonsense about him, or because he doesn't want Sam to leave. He's playing into it to make it very clear to Sam that the follower/leader relationship he seems to want so desperately—where Dean hangs on his every word and never questions him—isn't what Sam actually wants at all. The partner he's benefitted from all this time is much better than a dumb brute who just eats his burger.

SAM puts his laptop in his bag. SAM Get that to go. DEAN looks down and doesn't move. SAM Come on. SAM stands up, picking up his bag. DEAN doesn't move except to chew. SAM looks at him, swinging his bag over his shoulder. SAM What? DEAN looks up and keeps chewing, then glances away and back. DEAN Sure you want me going with you? SAM Why wouldn't I? DEAN I don't want to be holding you back or nothing. SAM Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me. Can we get past this?

This is exactly what Sam did at the end of 1.10 "Asylum"—after spewing a very similar list of Dean's "deficiencies" compared to him. He simply stated that he didn't mean it, and felt that was enough—and because he so blatantly lied, Dean saw there was zero point in pressing the issue. Dean treats Sam's hurtful words (that he knows Sam meant) the same way in 4.14. There is no point in talking about it if Sam is just going to lie.

This time, in 4.15, it's actually worse—because Sam was the one who pushed and begged for Dean to open up about Hell—saying he just wanted to help... and then in 4.14 "Sex and Violence", he took all the trauma Dean trusted him with and spit it back in Dean's face:

You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo. (x)

This is the second time Sam has taken a closely guarded secret of Dean's and deeply harmed him with it after begging and pleading and saying he just wanted to know so he could help. If I was Sam, and I actually didn't mean what I said in 4.14, when my full faculties returned, the very first thing I would do is reassure my brother that he is NOT weak and pathetic for being traumatized. What we get from Sam in 4.14? Not that at all.

SAM Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?

It's said flippantly—the same tone he'd use after accidentally bumping into someone on the street. Sam's concern isn't sincerely reassuring his brother that his experiences in Hell don't make him weak. He just wants the matter not to be discussed. In 4.15, he worsens it, by making it clear all he cares about is how his own character is perceived—not whether Dean is actually okay or might have absorbed with words (even if they HAD been false). Sam’s sole concern is defending his character from "false" allegations. It's all about him being treated unfairly by Dean (who dares to not believe him... because Sam's been lying about everything) and how Dean is so terribly unfair because he hasn't gotten over it yet... which in of itself, only reinforces that Sam is lying about not meaning it. What he says here reinforces that he thinks Dean is overly emotional and fussy and his feelings are irrational.

I also sincerely doubt Dean asked him "a hundred times". I also doubt any of the times Sam "told" Dean he didn't mean it were any less flippant and self-centered than the first time. I wouldn't doubt Dean's been giving Sam a hard time, because he knows for a fact that Sam has been lying to him (he heard him talking to Ruby, Dean called her unlisted number in Sam's recent calls and she picked up) and Sam still refuses to admit it. Why wouldn't Dean assume Sam is also lying about not meaning anything he said? The very fact that Sam's hiding his contact with Ruby (after Dean worked with her and even attempted to thank her in 4.10 and also saved her life) reinforces that Sam's explanation under the siren's influence was real. He is leaving Dean out, because he thinks Dean is stupid and weak and is holding him back. They both know Dean meant every word he said, and so did Sam. And we'll have it confirmed for us that Sam meant it in 4.21. Saying Dean's asked him "a hundred times" is nothing than further invalidation of Dean's feelings—more assertions that Dean's irrational and his feelings are invalid and unfair and he's just being crazy.

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starshipsofstarlord · 11 months

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Hunter Hookup

Sam and Dean have been on the search for their father ever since he disappeared on a hunt for the yellow eyed demon, and it appears that they are not the only ones looking for him. Dean wants answers, but he gets much more than he bargained for (2.5k)

Warnings - smut MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff, slight angst, mentions of killing, choking, alcohol consumption

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The Winchesters, there were many things that could be said about them, good and bad. However right now you didn't want to speak about them, not as you downed another glass of whiskey, ignoring the man beside you of whom was persistently trying to get in your pants. Let's just say that wasn't happening, he had no chance, he was some drunk that was no doubt frequently sat in the very stool of the bar that you were occupying right now. He'd be easy prey to any monster, it was quite a shame that you had just killed the werewolf that had been lurking around this specific town.

The slam of the double doors of the entrance slammed open, whisking your attention to the two lean men that strode in, a smirk took point on your face, they certainly didn't look very happy, and you couldn't blame them, surely there had been no monster for them to find as you had already taken it out. "You boys look like you could use a drink." You stated as they prowled closer to you, displeasure written across their faces. "Maybe you should go and buy yourselves one, I'm sure you just came back from a long and gruelling hunt."

Dean disgustedly rolled his eyes at you, clearly not being fast on forgiving you for selfishly saving the lives of the population nearby. "You're hilarious, you know a heads up woulda been nice that you had caught up to it. Instead of letting us run around like headless chickens searching for it and looking like mad men for continuing to work on an already closed investigation." He sat on the stool beside you, hollering the bar tender to bring him a glass of something strong that would no doubt sizzle down the pain in the ass that you were giving him with your presence.

"But it's so fun to watch you two make fools out of yourselves, really puts a new filter on a hunters perspective of the infamous Winchester brothers. I'm sure your pops would be proud wherever he is." Dean growled at you as you stood, slinging your bag over the shoulder of the tattered jacket that you were wearing, though Sam stopped you from leaving as you planned to, caging you in by the bar. A presumptuous squint troubled his eyes as he daringly stared you down, no doubt by the mention of their missing father.

"What do you know y/n?" This was no time for your games nor your teasing, this was a serious matter, and he wouldn't have you poke fun about it. He had left everything behind to search for the one thing he had abandoned when he built his new life up; he owed his last living parent this much, even if he had burdened him with the cruel lifestyle of killing things and following in the steps of the family business that kept all humans constantly in danger, just so that the yellow eyed demon that had killed his and Dean's mother would pay for his monstrous crime.

"I know how to kill a werewolf quicker than the two of you assholes put together, and much... much more. In regards to your father Sammy, more than you again. You see, he put me up to the task of finding him if he ever went missing, so how about you drop back into school and let me abide by the task that John gave me." With yours shoulder you butted past him, though as your silhouette fled, Dean's head had perked up, surprised by the nonsense that had spewed from your lips. It was undefinable if he believed you yet, but it was a clue closer than they were.

"Take my beer." Dean said to his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, streaking past and chasing after you. He knew where his loyalties laid and that was with his father, and if you had more to know then he'd damn well get beneath your skin until you revealed all that you had discovered to him. You wouldn't joke in regards to their father's disappearance, Dean knew your reputation and sure you were a pain in the ass when you bumped into each other, but in concerns of his father he was aware that you had the utmost respect for John, his name was practically royalty in the hunting community.

But that was not why you respected the man, no, it was due to him all those years back saving that orphanage from a hungry ghoul from which you emerged out into the world and began to follow in the same saviour footsteps. He had saved your life and now it was your intention to pay that debt by trying to do the same, your life had been a struggle but it was more of one as a heavy hand repeatedly slammed against your door. It was not hard to conclude who was the proceeder of the disruptive sound, and so you sighed, well aware that it would be near on impossible to shoo the son of the man that the mystery surrounded away.

The chore of opening the door to speak to him was a short one as he barged right into the room that you had paid to reside in for a few days, walking to stand in the middle as you defeatedly closed the door and crossed your arms as you stalked behind him. "What is all this?" Dean's voice strained from shock as he noticed your pin board filled with all sorts of excerpts from papers that had been torn from their original founder and scrawling of mindless of words. "Progress." You said, noticing him running his eye over each sentence on the wall. And it was, a work in one that you still had yet to crack, you simply hoped that Dean wasn't memorising each piece on that board, otherwise the route that it set would get him into trouble.

"Your dad wouldn't want you to chase after him Dean, that's why he set me as a precaution if he didn't come back. And my job would be a lot quicker if you wouldn't start playing with my thumbtacks." You slapped his hand away from the board, unamused by his childish habit to touch everything. He frowned at you, twisting the hand that you had scolded him with in his grip, pushing you back with easy force so that your back was against the wall and he was staring down at you. His forest green eyes were searching for any silent clue that your expression could give him but his forage to do so came up empty, and so he chose to brashly speak to you again.

"Don't lie to me y/n, you're as stumped on his whereabouts as me and Sammy are." Dean suspected aloud, watching as your head coyly cocked to the side. He wasn't wrong but you weren't about to let him know that, otherwise that would give him the upper hand for the first time in all the years you had been acquainted. His neck craned down so that his face was that bit closer to yours and you smirked up at him, even though deep down you felt sorry for the man and his younger sibling, not only for the fact that their father was missing but that the man that was supposed to protect them had dragged them into this life. This cruel and long road that gave no escape except that of a long and excruciating death, which would would end up with the person being sent to the coiling trap of hell.

"Maybe you haven't been searching hard enough Winchester. Who was it that your father had been searching for all along, the demon that had started this entanglement of hunting for him? It's not that difficult to piece the story together Dean, and I'm not sure what I am going to find, hence why he had me be the one to uncover where he is. I understand how frustrating this must be for you, I really do, but I don't know what I'm going to find, so if you want to release all of that stress you're feeling go out and hunt some monsters, just like you've been trained to do." You attempted to push Dean back by the chest with your one free hand, however that didn't suffice enough as an escape, you could have tried harder however Dean only brought his body closer against yours.

"I've got something else in mind y/n/n, and I think you'll like what I'm thinking..." in response you huffed, only for him to trace his rough and scarred fingertips across your collarbones, sketching along your skin until he choked a delicate hold around your fragile dove like neck. A sonically pleasing whimper dribbled out from your blushing lips causing a smirk to balance out across Dean's sultry face; he had achieved dominance against you within your own rented confinement. He had initially thought it would be of more difficulty to make you fold from his touch, but alas he was happily surprised you willingly coiled beneath his shadow like a good little girl.

"Oh yeah? I wasn't aware you had the ability to think Winchester, you've always been a little slow with your thoughts." Perhaps he had thought that you were going to be obedient too soon, as it seemed you were biting back and tantalising and truthfully he preferred this side of you. It was very on brand for your character, and the clash of your contrasting domineering would only bring more fun to this enclosed interaction. Dean pressed down with his skilful fingers on your throat, cutting your supply of oxygen off at its point of air travel. You rather liked how he had a grip on you, it was long overdue to have fallen into the hands of the infamous Dean Winchester, to be another woman in his bed.

Except to him you were different, you had more than one thing that he wanted. Answers was the primary thing that he wanted, however in the moment the answers to what seemed to have slipped from his mind as he helped you shoulder off the stained blouse that you had trekked after your earlier hunt in. Beneath the material it was an expanse of soft skin that felt like heaven underneath his fingertips, he wanted to trace every scar that adorned your tired flesh, he wanted to kiss every stretch mark in sight.

And he got prepared to do just that by aiding you in climbing out of your clothes as you assisted him with his own, until you were both naked in your own forms, hungrily moulding your lips together like malleable greek statues. He was above you, panting into your mouth as he stretched your walls out with his fingers, it began with one digit slipping past your folds, and then two, until finally there were three fully sheathed inside of you. He worked them at an impatient pace, he couldn't wait to stuff you with his cock and have you clawing like an animal at his bare back.

When he removed his fingers he placed them in his mouth and hummed at the taste. "You taste like the sweetest cherry pie I've ever eaten." His lips slithered along your neck as he rutted his lower half against your own, coating his cock in your flowing wetness, groaning at the friction. A small whimper surpassed your lips until something passed within you; you weren't going to submit to him, no matter how much your body begged for you to. He would hold it against you until your breaths were up and you were burned on a ceremonial pyre.

"Well we don't have time for you to eat anything Winchester, there's a hunt ongoing and I'd much rather get back to that." You retorted at the infamous executioner of monsters, taking him by surprise as you hooked your leg around his own and flipped him over so that he was laying on his back, and you were seated atop of him. "I'm sure Sammy is wondering where his big brother is, maybe we should just stop here..." you teased him, smirking as his green eyes only grew significantly darker.

"It's a bit late for that baby girl, considering your already sat naked, it would be such a shame to waste this situation. God knows I've been waiting to fuck you from the first time I laid my eyes on your pretty little frame." His hands rested on your hips, helping you line yourself up with his cock, the back of his head sinking into the pillows beneath when your pussy engulfed his length. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." Dean moaned, his mouth falling open as you sank down on him until you were filled with his thick cock.

"For the first time I'd say your weight Dean, it would have been a shame not have you inside of me." You gasped lightly, adjusting for a moment until you began to ride him, hands placed firmly on his chest to support your movements. It felt amazing to be in control of a man that was so well known for having any woman at his mercy, your neck lowered once more as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, before entangling your tongues in an ever losing battle.

You kept moving, and kept moving until a feeling of euphoria grew within your abdomen. Your vision became momentarily blurry as you spoke the hunter's name again and again, coming close to the edge, and you fell over it when Dean finally moved one of his hands, and began to rub at your clit, causing your orgasm to rattle your entire body. He too was close and that spurred him enough to take matters into his own hands as you lulled in your orgasmic bliss, throwing his hips up as he fucked you from underneath, until he was done and emptied his seed within your walls.

He panted, with you laying atop of him and your head upon his chest softly listening to his heartbeat, his slowly softening cock still inside of you. It was a surreal moment, you both knew that your bodies would one day ignite in a dance of passion and pent up frustration, and it had all been worth it. "I hope you find your dad Dean. I'm not going to stop looking but I know you aren't either, and it's not my place to get in the way of that. I... I hope our paths cross again soon."

You whispered sleepily and dazed as you stared away from his face, still using his chest as a cushion. Everything inside of you taunted your mind for letting any inkling of feelings slip through your lips, however it was all soothed when Dean stroked his fingers through your hair, coaxing you into an even more tired and relaxed state. "Oh, I'll definitely be seeing you soon sweetheart. How does the morning sound?" He enquired, hoping to continue the hunt for his father together.

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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FAKE LOVE | Tara Carpenter

Tara Carpenter X gf!Rileyfem!reader

Warnings: death, murder, cheating, swearing, stabbing(?)

"What the fuck! I loved you, I love you, and your the one trying to kill me?" Tara screamed. She pleaded with her eyes, her words shaken as the truth about what you actually are settled in. After Dewey everything stopped, you needed the satisfaction of knowing other people was hurting too to get through your day.

"Love me! You love me? You bitch, you wouldn't know what love was even if it- we'll, stabbed you in the back?" You laughed, mocking Tara and reminded her of the slash on her back that happened because of the knife so nicely clung in your hands.

"What- what are you talking about?" Beads of sweat dribbled down her head, splotches of blood down her cheeks. Her throat bobbled with tears, mascara ran at the fact you had betrayed her. You licked your teeth, blood dribbling down the side of your face. Your dagger was hung by the side of your head, it drawn in the air ready to pierce the flesh below you.

Tara was pinned, her body pressed to the floor. You was above her, anger flaring in your eyes.

"You know I love you."

Her words hurt, they stung your ears to hear her unhonest nonsense spewing out of her mouth so naturally. Your eyes ached, tears blended into the bloody mess that was your face. Bodies around you laid numb, Chad, Ethan, Quinn, Wayne, and Sam.

"Did you love me when you was fucking Chad?" You seethed, the fire behind your eyes spread to your chest. You felt hot, anger rising with each flicker of pain that was caught in Tara's eyes. She blinked once, then again. Her eyes flooded with guilt, a loud and audible gulp was heard that some how made you even more mad.

Your jaw clenched, the muscle strained with the each chew that took place in your mouth. She closed her eyes, tears still falling down.

"I- it- we?" She couldn't speak, she was embarrassed. She didn't mean to cheat- well no one means to cheat, necessarily. They were drunk, Chad had a crush on Tara for a little while and he was bolder than the rest of the frat guys hitting on her. You had obviously been grieving your dead father, someone who died so Tara could live. The fact was it was with Chad which made everything feel worse, Chad?

"To think my dad died for such a pathetic piece of nothingness. I hope you burn in hell, Tara, I hope you scorch. You don't know what love is, your a heartless siren who can only think with her dirty thoughts." The shiny metal dragged down her face. It was euphoria hearing her whimpers, her eyes clamping down with fear. You giggled, biting down on your bottom lip pulling it back into your mouth. You had been hit on the head with a popcorn machine by Chad, your head throbbed in pain; a gouge that leaked with blood on the corner of your forhead.

You impressed yourself. Previous ghostface's had to have a partner- minus Ronan. You had murderer 10 people on your own. Frankie- someone who tried to take advantage of Tara, Jason and Greg- other ghostface fanatics that had hoped to have the satisfaction of seeing Tara in such a state. Then finally, the final stage.

Chad- it was fun. His blood poured like a fine wine. He screamed as the knife inpaled through his neck, his eyes went wide only being able to see the whites of them. Blood gasped out of his mouth, Tara screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight. You ignored the way she howled, pressing further down into the larger man infront of you. Before he died you leaned forward, your lips pressed to his ear. "You shouldn't have took what's mine." His eyes somehow expanded more hearing your confession. You made sure he knew who killed him, that he was aware of the women that had been the reason his life came to an end.

Tara brought you back to reality, her lips trembling with how hard the knife grazed down her neck. You couldn't help the way your eyes sparkled, hands antsy with anticipation. You knew you wanted to kill Tara, you knew she needed to die.

You asked one thing of her. Throughout the 4 years of dating, the hours of love and patience you pored into the relationship. You cried with her when Sam left, you stayed awake in the night when she was alone. Every happy moment in Tara's life you was there, holding her tight. Every moment were she needed to scream you was there to allow her to scream into your chest.

Your dad died. Your dewey was murdered infront of you, brutally and unforgiving. You asked for one night, one single fucking night were you and Tara didn't drink away the pain. Gale, your mom invited you over to meet your new 'step-dad'. Tara knew you needed to see your mom, she knew you was still having a really hard time getting over deweys death.

Somehow that lead to her being underneath Chad. Alcohol flowing through her veins, a hazy mind. She didn't think about you in those moments. At the end of the day, every moment with Tara made you realise something; Tara was one selfish little bitch.

Finally, after a teasing amount of time the knife embedded her chest. Her heart pulsated around the blade, slowly slowing down as the blood gushed out. She gasped, her hands pressing into your shoulder. She cried, her breathing staggered and strained. You wiped her hands away, pressing further into her chest. There was a click, then a loud gasp. She was dead.

Tara, your beautiful Tara was gone. You'd miss her dimple filled smile, you'd miss the way she insisted on making you a playlist every month, you'd miss her warm kisses across your shoulder blades in the middle of the night, you'd miss her muffled words of love when all you could do was watch bad romcoms at night because you was still crippled by the memory of Amber betraying you.

You won't miss her tendancy of possession, how you wasn't allowed friends after Amber had confessed, but she was allowed to fuck Chad whenever she felt like it because you was so blinded by her fake love that you didn't have a clue what was happening. You wouldn't miss the way she screamed at you the week before that party, her hand slamming into the wall because you physically couldn't leave your own bed.

She made excuse after excuse. Every time that would lead to you and her, holding each other.

You think you died the moment the ghostface's started to attacked again. You could tell in Tara's eyes when you stumbled over to her the night Amber attacked you; she wasn't getting over this, but you didn't know she stopped loving you in those moments were you was fighting for your life

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st4rrvcha · 3 months

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𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆(ch.1) - bfb!hyunjin x fem reader

wc: 571

genre: fluff... for now at least[WIP]

summary: you’ve been eyeing your best friend's brother for some time, but you’ve never said anything, for you feared that he wouldn’t like you back. your best friend ruko, seems to think he may like you too. luckily for you, his birthday is tomorrow! What will happen when you confess you love for him then?

note: hyunjin is referred to as his english name, sam, and reader is referred to as yuki.

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a/n: this is my first ever ff so pls be kind!! i also wouldn't mind some constructive criticism, as it'll help me get better at providing for you guys!! thank you for reading my ff!

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Tomorrow is Sam’s birthday and you think that the gift you’ve planned for him, it’s really more of a confession is too much. You’ve made an elaborate card, carefully worded to make sure he doesn’t get weirded out, you bought him all his favorite snacks, you went all out for this man. You even painted him a portrait of his favorite flower. Roses.

You start pacing around your room, the walls feeling like they're closing in on you as you constantly overthink and spew nonsense about your worries for Ruko to hear. Ruko, sitting on your bed, assures you, “I’ve known Sam for over like 1,000 years. We’re literally siblings. If he didn’t like you a teensy bit I would know.” You interject, “I know, I know, Ruko,” you say with an exasperated sigh. “But it’s not as simple as that! What if he thinks I’m weird or something!! We don’t even know each other too well!” “You… and my brother… don't know each other too well?!?!,” Ruko says with an annoyed and slightly shocked face. “Then how come, every night you would sleep over at my house after dragging me there hungover you would always be chatting it up with him in the morning? Huh? Do you even think??? If I wasn’t your friend, hell, if I wasn’t even his sister, I still would have been able to see the chemistry you two have!” All of Ruko’s yelling kinda snaps it into you. “You’re right. I think I just need to muster up the courage.” you say.

Just then, Ruko’s phone rings. “Speak of the motherfucking devil.” she says. “Yo! Sam’s on the phone come say hi Yuki!” Ruko whisper-shouts. You’re even redder than the spiciest chili pepper, but slowly you walk over to where Ruko is sitting. “Hi Sam!” you say, mustering up the strongest voice you can get. “Oh! Hey Yuki! I haven’t seen you in a while! You comin’ to my birthday party tomorrow? I sure hope you are!” His words leave you in shock, but you keep going on. “Yea! I’m coming to your party! I’ve got a surprise for you!!” You’re alarmed at the words that came out of your mouth, hoping and praying that he didn’t hear you, but knowing full well that he did. “Oh yea?,” he says. You can hear the cockiness in his voice. It made your heart flutter and the butterflies in your stomach were all over the place. “I can’t wait to see it then. Anyway, bye Ruko! Bye Yuki! Love you guys!,” Sam says. “Love you too!” you and Ruko say in unison. “OMG! Girl. You just said Love you to my brother!!” she squeals in delight. She’s been waiting for you to slip up. All you can think about is how bad you’ve fumbled. “YA! If you bring this shit up again I swear you’re gonna sleep on my couch the next few nights.” This is the final straw for you. “NO! NO! NEVER! Please! I’ll stop! Not the couch!” Ruko writhes in fake pain. You guys laugh this off like good friends always do and get comfy in your bed.

You try to fall asleep but all you can think of is how you’ve accidentally already confessed your love to Sam. It takes a while, but as you start to doze off, you start another one of your fantasies, lulling you into a deep sleep.

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next chapter coming soon! (i write a new chapter like everyday.)

- with love, emi(stvrrvcha)

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bubble-popping · 12 days

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for all i've talked and answered questions about my Into the Fire au, I've yet to actually post my writing for it XD that changes today!

this isn't quite the beginning of the au but it's the beginning of if i ever write a full fic on it (do not hold me to that lmao) so yeah!

tw for mentions of torture, scars, and c!Techno being Weird about c!Dream

The admin pulled away from him, stumbling through the snow in bare feet. (It'd be a miracle if he hadn't gotten frostbite by now.) The cloak and thin prison uniform were the only things shielding him from the freezing temperatures. "No, you don't understand. I have to-I hafta go, I need to meet them-" "Meet who?" Techno questioned, a little harsher than he intended. Dream startled. A slip of the tongue then. Techno narrowed his eyes, shoulders squared as he approached. The shorter instantly shrunk.

"Um." He swallowed thickly. "F-for my armor, I-I need my armor back. I need to get it."

Chat wasn't buying it and neither was he, but he'd let it go for the moment. "I can make you new armor, Dream. You're in no condition to be going anywhere but inside that house." The piglin hybrid pointed to the cabin behind them.

"B-but, they'll find me, Techno! This is the first place they'll look! Sam and the guards and-and Quackity, oh god, Quackity-he can't find me! I can't let him find me-"

Techno abruptly grabbed him by his arms, gazing intensely into the single wide, terrified eye he could see of Dream's. "And he won't. They won't find you. I'll protect you, Dream. No one will lay a finger on you."

After a long moment of studying Techno's face, visibly struggling through an inner turmoil, Dream finally relented with a resigned sigh. "Okay... I'll, I'll stay for a little while..."

Techno softened his expression. "Good. Here, let me carry you inside. You'll get frostbite with your bare feet in the snow like this." Dream surprisingly gave no protest, he merely nodded. So, Techno lifted his malnourished body into his arms and entered the cabin, rushing to get the shivering bundle of an admin next to the fire place. It'd be utterly embarrassing if Dream died of hypothermia after he worked so hard to get him out of the prison.

Dream's skin was ice cold when Techno set him down in front of the fire. Even with Techno's warm red cloak wrapped tightly around his form, he wasn't exactly equipped for any extended time in the bitter arctic air. Techno got another blanket to wrap around him and a pillow for him to hug before closing the front door. With no chance of any coldness seeping into the home, Techno was a little slower in his movements. He slipped off his armor, hung his crown up, and pulled his boots off his feet. His gaze traveled to the shivering figure huddled by the crackling flames. Even after causing quite a bit of chaos earlier, the voices still spewed their nonsensical ideas, most of them being things he could do to Dream.

For now, he ignored them, and padded over to sit next to Dream. The blond flinched away at first, still not used to a touch that wasn't meant to harm him even after Techno had held him like he did. Perhaps the enclosed space and familiar hues of the orange fire were bringing back bad memories...

"It's okay, Dream. You're not in the prison anymore. You're safe. There's no one here but me and you," Techno cooed to him as softly as he could, putting some emotion into his usually unfeeling tone of voice.

Dream remained hesitant at first, leaning away from Techno and further curling in on himself. Techno had his hands up in surrender and kept still to let Dream decide for himself. The last thing he needed was Dream constantly cowering away from him.

Eventually, Dream's tensed shoulders dropped and he scooted closer to nuzzle against Techno's side. He still winced when Techno wrapped an arm around his shoulders, but luckily relaxed much quicker. Techno waited a few moments to let Dream settle before he began to rub his arm in slow, soothing motions. The rhythm made Dream's eyes droop and he felt an exhaustion permeate within him so deeply it made his body sag like his bones were turned to liquid.

Before unconsciousness could claim him, he murmured, voice further muffled by his barely intact mask and the layers surrounding him, "Th-thank you..." It also didn't help his voice was hoarse from screaming for hours, for days on end.

"There's no need to thank me, Dream. Not yet anyway. Not until I get my hands on those guys and-" Techno stopped himself. Probably not the best idea to scare Dream by saying all the horrid things he'd do to Quackity and Sam for harming his trophy.

Dream didn't respond, but Techno could still hear his quiet breaths so he wasn't concerned.

Only once his shivering had stopped did Techno speak again with a suggestion, "I think it'd be a good idea to look at some of those injuries and clean you up before we go to bed. Are you okay to walk?"

"'m not sure..." Dream screwed his eyes shut as Techno helped him to his feet. Moving was suddenly so much harder after having a moment of true rest.

His legs were shaking and grunts of effort left his lips during the process of just standing up. The second he tried to take a step, he immediately collapsed into against Techno. Dream whimpered at his own helplessness, a mix of shame and agony haunting his heart, but Techno shushed him placatingly.

"It's okay, I've got you. Do you want me to just carry you again?" Techno had both arms securely around the other, feeling Dream's bony hands grip at the front of his ruffle blouse.

"Please..." Techno gladly obliged. He once again lifted him into a bridal style carry, holding him close as he ascended the staircase to the second floor.

Passing his bedroom, Techno went to the bathroom to sit Dream on a small wooden stool.

"Is it alright if I help you undress? It'd make it a lot easier."

(Just the thought of Dream naked, weak and unable to fight back as Techno did what he pleased had the piglin hybrid biting back a groan.) Dream nodded, completely oblivious to the hole he was digging for himself.

Techno removed the thick blanket and red cloak from Dream's shoulders, then proceeded with much more caution to get the horrendous eyesore of a uniform off. Dream was hunched over as he sat so he didn't get much of a look at anything special, but he was quite entranced by the sprinkling of hardly noticeable freckles over his skin. He'd seen them before when Dream would roll up his sleeves or the very rare occasions Techno had seen his face without the mask and they were much darker and more numerous then. Months without sun hurt his trophy in more ways than one. He liked those freckles--not so much that he'd immediately let Dream go outside just so they'd be more obvious but still.

"Probably best we clean you up first, then tend to your wounds," Techno said. Dream just nodded again. So obedient and with such little persuasion. It was doing wonderful and dangerous things to Techno's mind.

The pinkette lit a fire under a cauldron of water and waited for it to heat up a bit before filling a bucket with the warm water. "Ready?" He asked, giving Dream a moment to mentally prepare himself, and poured the water over Dream's head. His thin body tensed and shuddered as the water cascaded over him, discolored into shades of red and brown. His mane of hair absorbed most of the water. Techno just knew that'd be a pain to deal with, already dreading the maintenance to come. Maybe Dream would let him simply lop it all off...

He repeated this process a few more times, making sure he rinsed every part of Dream's body that the other would allow. Anything more would have to wait for when he wasn't covered in cuts and bruises. Then, he got some supplies from the cabinet by the door and kneeled in front of the drenched blond.

"Where does it hurt the worst?" Techno asked as he began soaking a cloth in a potion of regeneration.

Dream unfurled his arms from around his own torso and held them out, revealing multiple slashes across his flesh. The scent of blood entered Techno's nose and it took everything in him not to spill more from the shivering man in front of him the way Chat begged him to. He took a hold of one of Dream's hands and was about to apply the potion when Dream suddenly pulled away. "P-please... Please, be g-gentle..." His voice shook like he was on the verge of tears.

"Of course, Dream. You know I would never hurt you." He left 'unless you give me a reason to' unsaid. Dream offered his arm again, letting Techno take it once more and dab the cloth to each cut, healing both old and new wounds. Dream stayed mostly still and quiet during it, only wincing occasionally.

Once his arms were done, Dream straightened his posture for the first time to expose his chest. The skin there was just as bad, if not worse, than his arms. Lacerations, bruises of varying colors, and even burn marks. Techno restrained from commenting as the only words on his tongue were promises and plans of revenge. He wet the cloth again with more of the potion and healed what he could.

An hour later saw Dream dressed in new clothing that hung off his skinny body and his hair pulled into a ponytail to be dealt with later. Techno never really thought about it before, but he certainly was now: the contrast between their respective sizes. Being part piglin had Techno nearly a foot taller than Dream, and don't even get him started on the body mass difference exacerbated by the prison. Techno could easily wrap his hands around Dream's waist and practically have his fingers touch. He could pick him up and carry him around with such ease. It gave him too many ideas to count.

Techno helped Dream to the bed and the blond was awkward as he lowered onto the mattress. As if the whole thing was foreign to him, and it probably was. Months of sleeping on hard obsidian would do that to a person, make them uncomfortable on a clearly superior place to rest.

Dream struggled to find a good position to lay in, so Techno spoke up, "Would it be better if I laid with you? I won't if you don't want me to, but it might help to-"

"Yes, please," Dream answered before Techno had even finished. Techno chuckled softly and climbed in bed beside him, feeling Dream immediately cling to him. There was still the occasional shiver that left Dream's body but other than that, he was okay. He was clean, healed, and dressed in some of Techno's old clothes which Techno absolutely loved. Oh, how he couldn't wait for his trophy to be ready for him...

#dreblr #dnb #dreamnoblade #dsmp fanfic #dsmp au #bubble writes #into the fire au #the bulk of this was written literally years ago when the ideas first came to my mind so. yeah.

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Saw this on Twitter. Reads like a lunatic. The tideline is full with it.

Is Gimamcio a name of somebody?

If so, I am going to report is as a thread.

Hi there. You've discovered the Sam stalker troll known as "elephant lady." She's a deranged "fan" that has been around a few years. Every time her account gets reported for threats and harassment, she comes back with a new one. All her avis have elephants in them--hence the moniker "elephant lady."

Sadly, along with fame, comes crazy fans, some crazier than others. And a few who are legitimately severely mentally ill, like this one. Sam is aware of her. He also has a few others that are truly scary and spew hateful nonsensical stuff like elephant lady does. Her delusions tell her she actually has or had a relationship with Sam and he's done her wrong. She usually makes an appearance when Sam is confirmed dating a new woman. In this instance, I'm assuming she's incensed about the sex scenes in The Couple Next Door. As for Gimnamcio I think she means the Gym. Sam's gym. Don't try to make sense of what she's saying, she's not well.

You can report, but she will keep coming back. Very sad.

#samheughan #sam heughan #elephant lady #crazy #delusional #stalker #troll

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More DP x DC au prompts:

_ Amity's Exception: If you listen to DISTRACTIBLE Podcast featuring Markiplier, Bob and Wade on Spotify or YouTube, then you would have heard the episode with the Aladdin exception. So it's a similar concept, where the only people that can really help amity are either magicians or the non-meta batfamily.

_I'm a monster and I'll make you suffer: Danny is tired, tired of all the hate he gets, from the town he is trying to protect, from the GIW who want to eradicate his species, from his bullies and Vlad, from Sam and Tucker voicing their opinions on ghosts and not letting him think for himself and definitely from his crazed up ghost-hunting parents. One day, a big battle happens between him and another ghost that result in a misunderstanding, that they can both agree it was a mistake, but the fentons show up and start spewing bias nonsense about ghost kind. Sam publicly tries to defend the ghost, but ultimatly is bribed by her parents to confirm the fentons bias. Danny vehemently denies their facts and says he is not a monster, though they firmly believe he is one. Unknowingly, Circe or Klarion is in town and decides to cause some chaos. (Ghost have an funky reaction to magic.)

Circe or Klarion hits Danny with a spell at the same time as the fentons shoots their ghost revealer weapon and the whole town watches as their hero mutates into an eldritch creature. At first Danny screeches in pain as his form shifts, his face melts off to show his now space like skin, four more sets of eyes appear on his face all fully the neon green, his fangs become more pronounce and elongated, he slowly grows another set of arms with claws, a tail, two pairs of wings and a set of horns on his head, all matching his space skin. He is also quite bigger in this form and all his scars are visible. Suddenly the former phantom screeches, paralyzing all around him with fear as he books it out of town. (Sidenote that screech was so powerful, he was able to close the Portal to amity including Masters one in amity as he was the one to introduce ectoplasm to amity park.)

After Eldritch Phantom leaves, only the fentons are really happy before realizing their son is gone, so when Jazz and Danny's friends explain what really happened and where Danny is, they are shocked to discover that they sent their boy away, they decide they are going to find Danny and help him get back to normal before figuring out how to support his new changes. (Not great! Jack and Maddie, but they care for their son.)

Meanwhile, Vlad is searching for Danny with Skulker hoping to manipulate him into joining his side and curing his new form. To his surprise, Danny's new form is too much too handle and is forced to retreat. (Danny is definitely stronger than Vlad, due to the exposure of pure ectoplasm and the size of the portal. Keep in mind, Danny's brain is similar to a wild aggressive animal now, and while Danny struggled as a human ghost, he has no problem curb-stomping Plasmius now.)

Somehow this gets on JL or YJ radar and are forced to confront E! Danny. It's a difficult battle for whoever is fighting him, till the resident feeling reader attempt to read E! Danny's mind. All the team hear is <Pain... Fear... Sorrow... Anger...Betrayal...Too Young to Suffer... Alone... Child..> and that's what clues themselves in on something different about this foe. They are able to calm him down somewhat.

At the same time, the Fentons and Jasmine have clued onto Danny's signature and are approaching him. Danny sees them and starts to freak out more thinking they were here to end him. Jasmine is the only one safe enough to practically be beside eldritch! Danny and he won't panic. The team asks who the fentons are and they reply that they are the boy turned beast's parents. They somehow are able to get E! Danny to the watchtower where the resident magicians are able to craft bracelets that will hide Danny's new true form, while his parents try to figure out how to reverse the effects of their invention on Danny. ( They don't realize magic was involved, so it did not work.)

When Danny is able to speak again, his parents profusely try to apologize for hurting him, but it's a little too late. Danny gives them an ultimatum: Either destroy or move their life's work and focus more on the family, with more scientific proof of their theories or lose both Jasmine and himself forever. It's because Danny explains to them that Jazz and himself shouldn't have been to be the responsible ones in the family at a young age, that Jazz shouldn't have taken the role of Mom to take care of Danny, that they should notice when he comes injured by bullies and not assume it's ghost and listen to them for christ sake. That Danny and Jazz's lives are permanently damaged by literally growing up with unstable and untested chemicals and guns around them.

Route A: They agree to the demands, are forced to attend family counseling with the kids and rework their entire world views.

Route B: They disagree, thinking they know better than their kids. The fentons are sentenced to jail for child endangerment, child abuse, needing mental help among many others and all their asset are frozen and given to their kids.

If Vlad even tries to adopt Danny and Jazz, it will get denied because the JL know who Danny is and he has told them all about Vlad and his methods, the GIW and the Anti-Ecto Acts, so even if Vlad looks in his direction, it's automatic engage on site.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #au #danny fenton #dc x dp #batfam #batman #au prompt #justice league #young justice

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wolviestars · 28 days

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I don't understand why some people whose fav character on spn is Sam are posting nonsense quotes on Destiel posts. No one has said anything negative about your fav character, but it seems like some people have a hobby of spewing hatred towards Destiel. It's just a ship dude calm down

#supernatural #destiel #spnfamily

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freakshowtwopointoh · 3 months

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Come Home With Me - All I've Ever Known Part 7

Come home with me

Maybe because she'll make you feel alive

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If you had told me at the start of the semester that Jordan Li would become my closest friend on campus I would have laughed in your face. But it was November now, and I found myself looking for them in every room, letting out a sigh of relief when our eyes would meet. Even though I barely understood myself, Jordan seemed to really see me - the me underneath the layers of deception and anxieties. They would catch my eye across the classroom when one of our professors said something particularly inane, a shared moment of truth amongst the lies.

If I was truly honest with myself, it reminded me of Sam. I could never hide my true feelings or intentions from him either. We used to have the same kind of moment when our dad would wax on and on about what it means to be a hero or whatever sanctimonious bullshit he was spewing that night at the dinner table. And it was an addictive and terrifying thing to be truly known. Especially when there are still skeletons in my closet, and threats looming on the horizon.

Being with Jordan made it easier to push those worries away. They started crashing my study time at the library, sidling up to my table with their characteristic smirk, a coffee in hand.

Today, they slid a cookie across the table at me. I raised an eyebrow at them in confusion but they pointedly ignored me, pulling out their laptop. But I swear I saw a small, satisfied smile flit across their face when I ate it.

It’s strange, the things you notice about someone when you spend a lot of time together. For example, I had never paid attention to how someone moves before. But Jordan moves with precision, like they’ve mapped out what they’re going to do before they’ve done it. And yet, they move quickly - lightning fast reflexes. Despite being a supe, I still usually felt like I had to choose between speed and accuracy, and Jordan had both in spades.

There are other things I’ve noticed. Things I wouldn’t dare admit to - it makes me sound like a creep. But I know the kind of cologne they wear (L'eau d'Issey - I may or may not have recognized the smell in store right away), I know the face they make when they’re biting back a quip, and... yeah, I’m falling for Jordan fucking Li. Despite my best efforts, despite the insane nonsense happening around us, despite the fact that I’m still keeping major secrets from them, I get fucking butterflies when they smile at me.

They don’t need to know about my ... incident during the spring. They’re already helping me with my family shit, already drove me to the fucking cemetery, already help so much with the nightmares that don’t seem to be getting any better. The details are irrelevant, and besides - no one else knows. No one else can know. Even Robert, my dad’s lawyer, keeps certain details from him. The only one who knows the whole truth is Grace, and that’s because she’s the one who found me.

Last night was really bad. I might need to change my sleeping aid because I’m skipping the same number of days but I couldn’t wake up last night. I was trapped, choking, feeling his hand gripping the back of my neck and pressing me deeper into the water.

I don’t remember what happened properly either, which makes it that much harder. It’s like a series of scenes from a television show that have been put back in the wrong order. The doctors said that PTSD is like a memory filing error. My brain was trying to keep me alive, and it didn’t have time to organize the memories properly and put them away in the right place. To me, it feels like I’m still putting together the puzzle of my own life, and I can’t keep my hands from shaking so I keep dropping the pieces. I’m not sure if I’ll ever know the full extent of what happened to me during those few days, or why it happened.

Jordan coughs, and I blink, only to realize I had been staring off into the distance for who knows how long.

“Earth to Maggie. Everything all right up there?” They asked, and despite the casual smirk on their face, I knew they genuinely cared. But that didn’t mean I could tell them everything. That wouldn’t be fair, and it would start me down a path of remembering that would just cause more problems. So I just smiled and nodded.

“Just had trouble sleeping last night.” I said, hoping I sounded relaxed about it.

“Worse than usual?” They asked, looking up briefly from their screen. I nodded, and Jordan just gave me a soft smile before going back to their work. I was glad they didn’t push the issue. Then I remembered their tentative offer from a month or so ago.

By the way, if you ever need to, uh, train with someone

Maybe burning off some steam before bed would do me some good. “Hey, if you’re free tonight... would you be willing to spar for a bit?” I asked hesitantly. “If the offer still stands, of course.” They grinned at me impishly.

“Hell yeah.” And so we ended up in the training room once more, decked out in athletic gear, but this time we were facing down each other instead of sandbags. I settled into my usual stance for sparring but Jordan just smirked and came to adjust my stance. They used their foot to move mine a few inches to the left, and then their hands were on my hips, grabbing them softly and adjusting the angle slightly. My mind went blank.

I didn’t think one touch could render me speechless, but it was all I could do to keep my face from betraying my emotions. My skin burned slightly where their fingers had been, and I swallowed hard. Then Jordan fell into their own fighting stance, their bob tied back, and nodded once.

Especially when fighting, Jordan is fast - and perceptive. Even when I’m trying to disguise my feints, they still seem to know exactly where I’m planning on striking. I sighed in frustration as they continued blocking every strike without breaking a sweat.

“Your lean is a bit too exaggerated when you feint.” They explained, taking a long drink from their water. I tear my eyes away from them before I can really start staring.

We started exchanging blows again and I focused on keeping my movements natural. I even got a few hits in before I got over confident and ended up backed into a corner. And there was that stomach lurching, heart pounding, mind melting feeling as our eyes met. You would think that it’d be impossible to be intimidated by someone a few inches shorter than you, but I legitimately felt my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re improving, little mouse, but I still win.” They said lowly, with that fucking smirk again, and I swallowed hard. I knew I should have something clever to say but I couldn’t think about anything but their piercing brown eyes which were staring deep into my soul.

“One more round,” I said huskily. It would be three more rounds before we both went back to the townhouse to crash. And, surprisingly, no nightmares.

Luke’s POV

When my dad explained his plans for our future all those years ago, it all made sense. I remember sitting in his office, pleased to be included in the work my dad was doing.

“Luke, I’m telling you this because you’re the eldest - that means you’re the leader. Your mother and I have always known that you and your siblings would be incredible heroes. We made a deal with the people behind the seven to get you, Margaret, and Sam what you’ll need to be the best heroes you can be.” He said to me, holding my gaze to impress the seriousness of his request. “I’m going to need your help to make sure that your siblings stay on the right track, ok? This world is full of temptations - but you three have a responsibility as heroes.”

A responsibility as heroes. That stuck with me - more than I think he intended. And it became clear throughout the years that my siblings did not feel the same way. They didn��t feel the sense of duty I felt towards society. I have these powers - shouldn’t I be using them for good?

I knew our dad just had our best interests at heart, and I understood his motivations. So I was okay doing what he asked. Even when it felt... wrong. Like reading my sister’s journal and reporting on her research and inventions. Or helping them put Sam in that facility. I try not to think about that too much - he killed himself two days after he was admitted there, and it still feels like it's my fault. I isolated him from his support system - but he needed help, more help than we could give him. Dad had been right all along - unfortunately. Maggie’s insistence that Sam is alive when she doesn’t know anything is infuriating. She wasn’t there when Sam was committed. She didn’t see the animal look in his eyes when he was being driven away. After seeing that, it was much easier to understand how he could have killed himself.

A few days before the gala, my dad called me to chat about Maggie and her ... attitude problem. I had noticed it, of course - she had no desire to actually put in the work to become a hero or flesh out the story that had been created for her - to cover up her mistakes.

“Listen, son, I need a bit more help with your sister. Despite all the work Robert and I put in to get her this deal, she’s still dragging her feet, and we are getting a bit... concerned.” He said seriously. “We were hoping you could talk to her at the gala, and introduce her to some of my associates. She’s a good girl, and she means well, but sometimes I think she forgets what’s truly at stake.” We’d had this kind of conversation before. It was different when she and Sam were together - they brought out the worst in each other. Idealistic, stubborn, and selfish. They have no understanding of what it takes to become a hero or what it took for them to even get their powers in the first place.

“Of course, dad. She’s smart, she’ll come around.” I said, and I hoped I was right.

“She better. A lot changed when Sammy died. We can’t afford any more setbacks.” The casual way he spoke about Sam’s death - as if it hadn’t changed everything - made my stomach churn, but as usual, I ignored it. Everyone copes differently, I guess.

That’s what I was thinking as I got ready for the gala, tightening the ruby-red tie I had picked out to match Cate’s gown. But little did I know, this was more than just a conversation, and Maggie wasn’t the only one in the dark about what was truly going on.

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thanks to @barbieprincesshilton for the edits

#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #jordan li x reader #gen v fic #angst #luke riordan #sam riordan #lukes little sister x jordan li

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suddenly--sam · 3 months

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No idea what in trousers was, but the music scratches my brain perfectly.

#falsettos musical #in trousers #marvin gardens #marvin trilogy #shitpost #Sam spews nonsense

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scoobydoodean · 4 months

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links to all the crit dramas? plz? pretty pretty plz? with plzes on top?

Bestie that is a BIG ask and I did not keep up with all the links for all of these (nor would it be feasible to link all of the wank that happened in some cases, and I think in other cases, it would be poor form). But here’s a rundown in (to the best of my memory) chronological order.

Poor wet cat failed pacifists Cas

I think this one may have more context than I know—it's a fairly common motif anyway and has been for years. But the disk horse was reignited at some point because Courtney Queermania said that Dean is, in fact, willing to be inconvenienced by Cas. This did not sit well with anti-dean destiels, who went on the post to tell Courtney they are wrong about everything because *looks at notes* Cas was dedicated to pacifism and Dean forced him to be an evil killer or some other made up nonsense. Dean also forced Cas to fall from heaven and poor bumbling billion year old baby Cas can't even take a shit without Dean's say so, so everything is always Dean's fault and he can't even be grateful and is mean and evil and probably abusive too etc etc. Funny stuff from people who ship Dean and Cas. Btw. Elements of this camp had been sending Courtney hate mail for months before this for daring to post a poll featuring canonical events that occur in the actual show.

Deangirl Uquiz

In April, I made a 50-question True/False uquiz called "How sus do you look to a deanfan (me)?" and said you were sus if you got anything less than like an 80 or something. It was supposed to be a silly, tongue-in-cheek shitpost. I did most of my fandom interaction over on @i-make-fun-of-spn-characters at the time, but intentionally did NOT post this uquiz over there (to a much larger audience) because the uquiz I'd made was meant for a small group of like-minded mutuals and followers who would actually understand the context and find it amusing.

Well. It ended up spreading.

Deancrits got ahold of it and were very very mad that I dared to say things like, "Dean is not largely responsible for Sam and Cas's issues" and "People should have laughed at Dean's jokes more" and "Sam and Cas didn't actually deserve Dean's trust in season 4/6 because they were gaslight gatekeep girlbossing and could not be trusted". They grabbed my uquiz to use like a fleshlight, then discarded it on the ground and cried that it was too big around to suit their tiny wieners.

Deancrits drove their followers to brigade my post and my page. I received hate mail. People spewed venom at me directly. Worst of all, someone I don't give a damn about told me I am not funny. :(((( People pushed and made uquizes to "combat" mine. I spawned countless vagues all over spnblr--some supportive, some spewing venom about deanfans violent hatred (???) for Sam and Cas. Whole mutualships were lost between people I didn't even know over this uquiz. It was nuts out there.

I sexily evaded deancrits with my sexy ways while they chased me through the town square, trying to wrestle me into a hair shirt. I edited the uquiz with some more snark since deancrits made it all about them anyway, and changed my icon to flaming Elmo and probably changed my header to say "@ Deancrits Suck my Ass" or something I don't remember. I think I became genuinely angry at one point for about 5 minutes. After that, I remembered a deancrit casgirl took my 50 question uquiz several times in a row, shitting out their insides with rage the entire time, then posted the screenshot of their 0% to all of their followers like the trophy head of some vanquished beast, letting out a warrior howl of victory. To this day, I could not tell you why they thought this would stick it to me. However, this was so incredibly funny that to this day I still risk pissing myself laughing when I think about it. To get that 0, they also had to call Dean their poor little meow meow btw.

Vegan Sam

Every few years deancrit samgirls start this really funny disk horse about how Dean is an evil food tamperer who doesn’t respect that Sam is a vegan. This, of course, is also a violation of Sam's bodily autonomy (see section below). Victoria Angelsdean dared to make an original post stating that Sam is not, in fact, a vegan and never ever has been one. This made vegan Sam truthers really mad, and it was really funny.

Later on, because Courtney Queermania had been receiving a continuous stream of hate mail from deancrits since February, I had lodged a threat (blackmail) to make a second uquiz of evil and villainy in retaliation should any more hate mail be sent to Courtney. During the "Sam’s Super Special Most Violated Autonomy Stolen Valor" disk horse, I made good on this threat, and featured a question about whether or not Sam is a vegan, which made them mad yet again.

Also this post was fun.

Jesus!Sam

Back in April, tumblr user christ-figure-bracket took it upon themselves to create a poll tournament to determine the ultimate christ figure in fiction. Samgirls have long enjoyed paralleling Sam with Jesus, and nominated him for the tournament. In the first round, Sam was put up against Aslan from The Chronicles of Narnia—literal lion Jesus. Samgirls were determined to bring Sam victory. Much of SPNblr endeavored to assist because it would be funny if Sam won. I was a stick in the mud about it, and gave this as my reasoning:

#i’m sorry I know Sam beating Aslan would be funny but I can’t stand the sam = jesus take #worst thing sam girls ever came up with #and that’s a large hurdle to clear #not even because i have a problem with people wanting to read into things and explore symbolism #it’s because some of them get gigantic heads about it and then act like they’re being persecuted for their beliefs

Lo and behold—they proceeded to prove me right.

Very early on, some samgirls started telling people who voted against Sam to kill themselves, and complaining openly by name about fellow samgirls who didn't support their plight. However, the real trouble started when christ-figure-bracket made it clear in a humorous manner that they would prefer not to have wincest shippers in their notes. Enraged, angry wincest shippers began sending christ-figure-bracket hate mail, and adding wincest fic and art to their posts and sending it in DMs, and saying they were being persecuted for their beliefs. christ-figure-bracket could barely block them fast enough. Samgirls cleverly recollected—from a few hours before—that Sam had been placed against literal lion Jesus in the very first round. This and the wincest shipper blocking clearly implied christ-figure-bracket's barely-concealed hatred for samgirls. They were no impartial moderator—no! They intended to skew the poll to destroy Sam!

Anyway, christ-figure-bracket removed Sam from the entire tournament as a punishment. Sonic the Hedgehog ended up winning the whole thing, btw. Also I thought it was funny that Sam got kicked out so I said so in some tags. I got some absolutely batshit mail about my "unfandom behavior" and how I place myself as some "sane anti bully saint" and then the person pinned a vaguepost on their page about me choosing who to bully and who to baby for like a month.

Jesus!Sam disk horse returned for a part 2 when Courtney Queermania said something like, "Making a t-shape with your arms should be called 'Sammying'" and got this shit in their inbox:

Dean winning the best tits poll

People got really mad that Sam didn't win this. There was also a lot of arguing about "tits" versus "pecs" and whether Sam has good tits or good pecs.

Sam’s Super Special Most Violated Autonomy Stolen Valor

One day, Courtney Queermania dared to say on their own blog, that they were considering whether Sam’s autonomy actually gets violated anymore than anyone else’s, and weren't sure that it does.

This suggestion resulted in a firehose of anonymous hate mail on Courtney's blog, about what a terrible evil person Courtney is for daring to think this, about how Sam is the specialist most autonomy-less adult baby ever to exist, and how deangirls daring to possibly deny this truth or suggest anyone else ever experienced a violation of their autonomy is a violation of samgirls bodily autonomy in of itself.

To be clear, NOT ONCE did any of us go on any samgirl's page to interact with ANY of them in any negative way. And yet, samgirls fully treated all of us as absolutely evil horrible insensitive people who were actually harming them irl by posting things on our own blogs. While their friends spewed absolutely vile hate messages at Courtney, samgirl blogs were making posts about OUR cruelty and how any of us daring to find humor within the onslaught was deeply evil and insensitive toward them. It was literally argued that Samgirls themselves are all super special victims of abuse who all of us (who clearly have never been through anything bad ever) were being insensitive toward. So of course that mode of thinking within the samgirl community encouraged the hate bombing to continue as some justified form of "retaliation" against our cruelty.

Genuinely I think the hate mail on this went on for like 1-2 months. Some really really ugly vile shit was sent mixed in with some really funny shit. Questions were pondered such as, "Wait a minute—how is everyone defining autonomy???" "Is a demon tricking Sam a violation of Sam's autonomy?"" "Do Deangirls just want to give all of Sam's Super Special Traumas to Dean, who has never been through anything, ever?" "How many incidents can PK come up with where Sam violated Dean's autonomy within 3 minutes?" I posted the aforementioned blackmail uquiz, and Courtney gave all of us this incredible baby Sam image that shall live on in infamy (and haunt all of our dreams).

Psychic!Dean or: Sam's stolen valor part 2

I believe it all started when Laura ilarual made a post talking about a funny headcanon they came up with in a discord server, wherein Dean managing to predict the future fairly frequently is actually a display of latent psychic abilities Dean isn't aware he has. Courtney Queermania also joked about it, which is a crime punishable by death, because Courtney (a completely normal, nice person) is actually the devil incarnate according to a variety of hate anons who have targeted them nonstop since February 2023 for literally no fucking reason.

This resulted in this hate mail, and also blended with the general autonomy disk horse that was still going on in Courtney's inbox at the time.

I think what was funny to everyone about Psychic!Dean was how spitting mad it made people for absolutely no reason other than it was somehow perceived as "stolen valor" by samgirls. I started shitposting after that about how Dean can sense hidden rooms. Psychic!Dean has become one of my favorite headcanons since—we're all rather fond of it now.

Gun Safety: A Commentary on pillows and black store clerks

This is two different diskhorses in a trenchcoat that happened with deancrit destiels/casgirls. Once again—me and my friends never went on anyone's page to interact with anyone in a negative way.

This disk horse had two related flavors: is Dean bad and evil and the devil incarnate for 1) sleeping with a gun under his pillow and/or 2) Shooting Jack in the back to get his attention and keep him from strangling a black store clerk to death? Also, are either or both of these things abusive because of... the lack of gun safety?

I suppose you can guess what side deancrit casgirls landed on regarding both of these issues. It was suggested that the sheer possibility that Dean might hurt poor white baby Jack's feefees should trump the life of the innocent black store clerk he was strangling to death in a rage. Naturally.

Regarding the former vein of discourse: Someone got really really mad at Victoria angelsdean and me for making posts on our own blogs that didn't frame Dean as the source of all evil in the world for having a gun under his pillow, and started going through our blogs reblogging things and being an insufferably condescending asshat in tags with a very transparent goal. Among their complaints, were that "The Prisoner" is an incidence of "domestic violence" against Cas, and that Cas shoving his hand into a child's chest to feel for his soul causing him excruciating pain is perfectly fine, but Dean sleeping with a gun under his pillow is *looks at notes* abusive to Jack. Also they thought it was very important to remind all of us that their dad was in the army for some reason.

I was completely unable to take any of this seriously. If you haven't been on my page long, you might not be very familiar with my potty mouth, but it's important here. I've been here a long enough time that I've seen countless kind people get hate bombed by ugly disgusting assholes in this fandom, and this year I simply had enough. Somewhere around the 20th time I saw fellow deangirls get absolutely vile messages from deancrits or obnoxiously condescending reblogs full of nonsense in the year of our lord 2023, I started endeavoring to embarrass them. One way I did this was by equating deancrits who come onto deangirls blogs to police their posts and act like insufferable condescending assholes... with a dude who walks into a men's locker room and immediately whips his dick out. Everyone else is clothed, but this one dude starts running around naked, showing everyone his cock and going "LOOK HOW BIG MY COCK IS. SUCK ON IT" and not only is he being annoying and weird and harassing people—his dick is actually tiny. Basically I began saying, "Stop whipping your dick out on everybody else's blogs, acting like your cock is big and huge and bulging and I need to get down on my knees and suck it. No one is going to suck you tiny cock just because you decided to whip it out."

I used this metaphor with the person who was being a condescending ass on my blog. I promptly got accused of making "violent sexual threats" by one of their friends, and then another one showed up to tell me, "If internet cancellation were real, you would be so cancelled for this." I changed my header to say, “Cancelled by Ligma Balls” and blocked like 6 people and my blog has been blessedly free of deancrit casgirls throwing tantrums and trying to hit me with their babyhands since.

#mail #dont feed the stans after midnight

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the-all-seeing-l · 1 year

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any scarlet hollow theories on the doll in the bedroom closet that keeps on mysteriously moving? 👀 i really hate that thing but i hate that we can’t move it somewhere else!

Spoilers for Scarlet Hollow episodes 1-4

Sorry for the late reply; was busy + had to do some research for this to avoid spewing nonsense (no guarantee though).

I don't think the doll is haunted or able to move on its own since it doesn't move in the first 3 episodes (Keen Eye confirms this).

Episode 1:

Episode 2:

Episode 3:

The first time it has actually moved is if you check in on it at the start of episode 4, because someone was in the closet.

I actually think the creepy doll is supposed to distract you from that very concerning fact. Keen Eye also tells you who went through the closet:

So what did he want in there?

I think instead of the doll, we should be focusing on the documents (riveting, I know). It always bugged me that we were never able to at least sift through them, not even with Book Smart. Despite being a huge messy, I don't think Tabitha would leave something actually important in there; that would just be stupid with how careful she's being otherwise. So if Wayne was looking for something in there, he probably didn't find anything. I would be surprised if he actually thought he would though. So what about this: Considering it was him that suggested to explore the estate in the next episode, what if he planted something there for us to find? Maybe even something that would incriminate Tabitha without context. She's definitely hiding something big, but she's also not the villain Sybil is trying to make her out to be (by implying she's "the cat" and all that). Because of the idea of Tabitha being the Big Bad already being pushed on us in episode 4, it would make sense for that to continue in episode 5, until it culminates in the player character finding something really bad in the estate (though I don't think some incriminating documents will be all; I believe it's pretty plausible that we're actually going to find the Entity) and her finally having to talk to us. If it's not too late by then, that is. Because if we find the Entity, it's definitely going to try and manipulate us like it did with Charlie. I think the climax of episode 5 will revolve around whether we trust the Entity and/ or Sybil or Tabitha. If not episode 5 then episode 6 or 7 for sure. That's just a theory though - a gaME TH- Sorry, I'll shut up now. Obviously I don't have any proof for all that apart from it making sense narrative-wise.

Why would Wayne want to incriminate Tabitha though, you ask? Good question; he did seem at least somewhat sympathetic towards her if you brought her along on the ghost hunt after all. He definitely wants us to trust him though, and he's trying to make us stop relying on Stella. His arguments for this make some sense, but Stella also did get an ambulance when the mine collapsed in episode 2 which was helpful if Rosalina got hurt (though the player character could accuse her of running away even back then). I think Wayne is trying to weaken our trust in everyone else enough that we end up relying solely on him so he can use us for whatever it is he's trying to achieve. If you look at it that way, it would make sense for him to try and make Tabitha look suspicious (though she's already doing a pretty good job at that herself). What his motives are and where or if they intersect with Sybil's, the Entity's and Tabby's, I don't know. I am pretty sure he's not the actual Sam Wayne though, as I explained in my main theory post (https://www.tumblr.com/the-all-seeing-l/710559451068973056).

I know this isn't really what you asked for, but I have no self-control and I think it's better than my initial "The doll's not haunted, bye."?

One interesting thing about the doll itself is that it belonged to Alexandra Scarlet, Edwardine's other daughter aside from Mary-Belle. If you read the Coroner's Reports in episode 4, you learn that she went missing at the age of 9 and is presumed dead. Suspiciously enough, she went missing on the same day Enoch died in a "hiking accident". Maybe it had something to do with the same thing Pastor Daniel's daughter Tulip found in the woods, considering Enoch presumably fell off a cliff there (just like Reese) and Alexandra should have been around the same age as Tulip back then... Ok, I lied! This isn't about the doll at all anymore. It's also blind speculation, so I'll really shut up now. I'm flattered you'd ask me for my thoughts though, and I hope this was somewhat interesting and/ or helpful.

#scarlet hollow #scarlet hollow game #scarlet hollow theory #scarlet hollow theories #scarlet hollow spoilers #scarlet hollow episode 4 spoilers #scarlet hollow wayne #scarlet hollow tabitha #long post #ask #my stuff

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I'm amused the 3 hour interview has caused a ruckus on twitter because Joe Rogan 'might' be in an upcoming video, the interview they did it's very unclear if he'll be in it or not or how long he'll be in it. But it's confirmed he's not investigating with them, so I'm kinda doing the old person sigh at all the young folks kicking up a fuss over this.

I found the interview fascinating myself, it went so in depth on a lot of things and I enjoyed the fact the boys were clearly feeling relaxed enough to open up and just talk about their thoughts and feelings in depth.

i mean…. twitter also gets upset when sam's girl vaguely maybe possibly says something about kat (but didn't actually) so of course they would get upset at this lol

that's the thing i don't get. snc were so vague with what they said, idek if joe is gonna be in the video or not. and if he ends up not being in the video, it's not like these ppl are gonna take back their anger either. i know snc went to his coffee shop or comedy club or whatever building that man owns but like??? i just don't get the anger fully.

i don't like joe rogan. i think he's dimwitted and is so "moderate" that he allows those with the dumbest of opinions and the most terrible views to come on his show and spew their nonsense. i wish snc didn't collab with him when they did all the way back in 2023. however, i get why they did. that man has the biggest and most well known podcast in the WORLD. it would have been dumb for them to shoot down the opportunity just bc a couple 100 fans are upset joe's not left leaning.

not to mention, they went on there bc his daughter is a fan!! hello?? what's not clicking??? what were they supposed to say? "sorry, we can't come meet you or do an interview with your dad bc he's gonna get us cancelled by our chronically online fans. but thanks for buying the merch!" like bffr.

and i don't like joe rogan AT ALL. i'm the polar opposite spectrum of political views when it comes to him. but being upset at this just feels so surface level to me.

bc the same ppl bitching about this now will not care in a week or two, tops. but they will now use this moment and bring it up every fiscal quarter when they get pissed at snc for something. just add it on to their ever growing list of "reasons why snc suck (but none of the reasons are strong enough for me to stop being a fan of them)"

but anyway lol

the interview was really interesting. there were some conversations that they had that i'm gonna have to go back and rewatch just to understand it better. i like these longer conversations and i hope snc do more of these type of podcasts.

#ask #personal #sam and colby

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Everything to me (Paul Lahote)

Chapter Eight: Questions

I'm helping Emily with some baking - well, I'm fetching her ingredients - while the boys are cleaning up from the lunch she made us. Just as Emily swats my hand away from the bowl of blueberries we all hear tires rolling up the driveway and smell the unfortunately familiar stinging smell of vampire mixed with Jacob's smell. Bella. I groan out very dramatically, earning chuckles from the boys. They all race out like children to greet her and Leah turns the corner.

"I already have a headache from the smell. Do a lap with me?" I ask her.

"Unless you want to watch me bitch slap her... Yeah." And as much as I'd pay to see that, I lead Leah out of the house, dodging my eyes from Emily's disapproving look.

"Maybe I should call Bella and hang up!" We catch the tail end of the ribbing the boys are giving Jacob on our way out.

"Maybe I should call Bella from a different number." I throw out in passing. Leah stops in her tracks and sends Bella a nasty glare.

"If you're here to torture Jacob some more, feel free to leave."

"Fun isn't she?" Jacob mumbles to Bella.

We get one more glance of Bella's confused face as we jump into our wolf forms and take off.

It's only a few days later when Jacob comes bounding into Sam and Emily's kitchen spewing nonsense about Bella and some intruder. Apparently we are now to post outside of her bedroom window. As much as I hate the idea, a part of me is glad that Charlie isn't in that house unprotected while strange vampires play home invader. It's only a matter of time before he becomes a casualty in Bella's living nightmare.

I feel even better about it when I discover I am to switch between pairing with Leah and Paul.

Tonight I'm with Paul. I'm so glad that it's in our wolf forms, so that I don't have to panic about what to wear. We're still claiming to be just friends. But the power of the imprint bond only continues to grow, and I can't seem to help but feel like he's a part of me. We haven't spent much time completely alone since that first night, so I don't feel so weird that I'm excited to sit outside a near strangers window all night.

I'm standing just outside the Swan house when I hear padding footsteps approaching.

I can see myself through Paul's mind as he sits down next to me.

"Hey" I greet him.

"Hi. I miss any action?" He asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Well so far the Seahawks won the game by a landslide. Charlie fell asleep on the couch and I made really awkward eye contact with Bella through the window." I fill him in.

"Wow. I can't believe you didn't wait for me to make awkward eye contact with Bella." He retorts and I let out a weird barking giggle. I huff and lay down in the grass, Paul following suit.

"Well, it looks like we've got all night to kill... What's your favorite color?" He asks me.

Smiling at his question I reply with a good side-eye.

"No no, you have to answer. We have like 9 hours to kill, and we're supposed to be getting to know each other!" He exclaims.

"Purple." I'm sure he can feel my smirk in the tone of my voice. "You?"

"White, with a little grey mixed in there." He replies while eyeing my fur, a playful look in his eye. "No actually it's red. My mom used to decorate the house in mostly red... It reminds me of her." That's the beauty about asking someone the simple question of their favorite color. It always leads to more intimate things.

"Tell me something else good about your parents." I request. I'd already heard the tale of the divorce. How his mom left because his dad was an asshole, but I liked the way he seemed to go back to his childhood when he thought of her in his old house.

"The three of us used to go to the beach a lot when I was little. I still love it there." I see in his mind images of his mom chasing him into the waves. Him and his dad playing soccer on the shore.

"Will you tell me about your parents?" He asks.

I hesitate. "Yeah. My dad used to be this really carefree, easy going guy. Didn't let anything get to him. But after my mom disappeared he got kind of trapped in his own mind. But he's always been so sweet to me... My mom was this really vibrant person. She drew everyone in. Everyone just wanted to make her happy. You'd just kind of find yourself going along with her so you could see her smile."

"She sounds a lot like you." Paul comments. You smile at him. "Do you miss Vancouver?"

A flash of ripping and snarling jolts through my head at the mention of Vancouver before I cut it off.

"You don't have to answer that if you're not ready." He says, feeling guilty for bringing me back there. I take a deep breath in through my snout.

"No, I think I want to tell you. Something happened. And it changed everything for me. It's a really painful memory. But I want you to know even the worst of me before you decide to stick with me."

"Hey. I want nothing more than for you to feel safe enough to share things with me. But I've already decided. I'm yours Lucy."

I want to kiss him so badly at that moment. But instead I open my mind to him and share the darkest moment of my life.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fluff #paul #twilight #werewolves

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ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty · 2 years

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Hehe pt. 2 to my previous hallucifer post. So we've got Dean losing his mind (metaphorically) because Sam freaks out if Dean is even 3 steps close to him, and on the other side we've got Sam losing his mind (literally) because every day he sees his brother tormenting him, he feels Dean's hands grabbing his ribs and ripping them out, and then five minutes later Dean is trying to pull him into a hug? How is Sam supposed to keep up? How is he supposed to know what's real? One minute he's brushing his teeth with very shaky hands, and the next the world just melts away. Lucifer taunts that he's just seeing behind the illusion, looking past the dream of being back with Dean, and Sam is starting to believe Lucifer. He really is still in the cage with him.

Sam has stopped jumping away and screaming when Dean approaches him, and Dean was relieved at first, you could even see his worry lines start to ease up, he'd go on all day about how this is "a great start Sammy" and "You're finally getting better!" And he'd smile and hand Sam some food or water (which Sam would never consume) and he'd try his best to keep that fake smile on, to keep up the reassurance that his baby brother is actually getting better, that the cracks are healing.

But really he's just ignoring, and trying trying delay, the inevitable. Sam hasn't just stopped flinching and screaming and crying, he's stopped- well basically everything. He doesn't brush his teeth anymore, or his hair. Dean can't even remember the last time he showered, or ate something more than the crackers that Dean begged him to choke down. And Dean's trying, he really is- but seeing Sam like that, with hollow eyes and an empty expression staring into nothing- what is he supposed to do?

It's obvious.

Sam has given up.

Whatever else might be happening in Sam's broken head, Dean isn’t thrilled about this new, resigned version of Sam, who seems to think that, whatever’s happening to him, it’s all for the best or that he deserves this or whatever other nonsense he keeps spewing. Ever since he, in his own words, "let Lucifer in," it’s like a switch got flipped in his head and he decided to just stop fighting it. As horrifying as it was to see him constantly digging his finger into that scar on his hand, Dean thinks it might be worse to see his hands lying folded and limp in his lap, like there’s no point in even trying to distinguish reality from hallucination anymore. And Dean doesn't even know if Sam knows the difference anymore. Too many times has he walked in on Sam crying, begging, pleading for this to all stop, to "end the illusion." Too many times has Dean seen Sam staring at air and basically praying to end it all, to pull back the curtain, choking on his own words with tears in his eyes crying that he can't take it anymore. Not for the first time, Dean is tempted to give him a solid punch, just to remind him what reality truly feels like, but he’s pretty sure it wouldn’t accomplish much of anything, considering how Sam looks at him like he's about to snap at any moment and hurt him.

And Dean can't live like this anymore. He can't do it anymore. He can't keep getting out of bed every morning knowing that Sam is just going to be hiding in some corner, rotten away slowly, and staring at him with terrified eyes in those rare moments when he actually seems to be present in reality.

#s7 canon is a let down so #let sam suffer!!#sam winchester #supernatural #sam and dean #dean winchester #gencest #angst #hallucifer #sam and lucifer #calliope hit me #spn ficlet #thingy #idk

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