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THANK YOUUUU <333

agh NOOO i'm so sorry :((( i've been there bestie i used to get the most horrible cramps. if you're ever able to take prescription birth control or naproxen (or both like i use lol) they've been really helpful to reduce my pain :,)

BUT AHHH THAT'S SO EXCITINGGG OMSODKMGSODF OMGGGG SKDJFHSKJ i can't wait for you i can't wait to hear how it goes!!! god it wasn't even a fully spn con when i went to get my photo op with jared but it was SO FUN !!! so i'm sure you'll have such an amazing time i can't wait for you!!! thanks hehe i'm so glad to be back too <333

BLONDIE BLONDIE BLONDIE BLONDIE BEFORE I SWEAR YOU RETURNED RIGHT WHEN I LEFT HI HI HIIII I HOPE YOU'RE WELL MY DARLING !!! missed you lots <333

MARÍ HI HI SWEETHEART OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAGH HOW ARE YOU??? <333

i came back and saw you were on a break and fell to my knees in misery actually 😔😔

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you're adorable and i love you so much

guys mari is back and the world is healing

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guys i dreamt about jared the other night. need it again because i needed that shit fr. it fixed me. it made no sense but... he was lowkey protective of me. we met at this weird dream version of a meet and greet and people were just like talking (my sister was there!) and i think i talked about how i was stressed about school or some shit (because i've been really stressed about school. hence why i needed this dream). he was so sweet about everything :,)

and then the next scene i remember with him i was talking to some random people and he just came up behind me all like :// skeptical about them so he lowkey just like. took me by the upper arms and led me away because he didn't trust them??? or some shit?? idk it was definitely weird but i'm kinds blushing about it because in my dream i was like MAKE SURE YOU LOOK AT HIS HANDS?? HOW BIG ARE THEY WRAPPED AROUND YOUR ARMS?? because i half knew i was dreaming LMAO and they were really big :) esp because i have twig arms lol

then he was talking about how he related to my experience at school (not true lmao) and wanted to show me his childhood home?? which was like in the basement of a different house like it was being preserved or some shit. and then there was jared-ception because i have an uncle named jared and he just like. walked past us and i was like hi uncle jared! :). and then i saw my aunt and cousin too and the implication was that this was my dad and his siblings' childhood home also. and then i think jared disappeared lmao bc i don't remember anything with him after passing my real uncle jared lol

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the urge to horny post about daisy the way i do about sam is actually real i hope you guys know

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just saying that if me and tfemsam ever got hit with a body swap. we wouldn't try to reverse it we'd just stay in each other's bodies and live out best lives like that

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SAM WINCHESTER — 2.07 The Usual Suspects

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all i needed was your permission :))))

the urge to horny post about daisy the way i do about sam is actually real i hope you guys know

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WAGHHH I'M DOING PRETTY OKAY!! excited for my dance showcase tomorrow and starting to feel okay about all my schoolwork that i have for the end of the semester lol how about you??? <333

i know i hopped back on for like a day and was like OH MY GOD BLONDIE WAS HERE WHILE I WAS GONE SOBBING T_T but we're both here now so it's okay <333

BLONDIE BLONDIE BLONDIE BLONDIE BEFORE I SWEAR YOU RETURNED RIGHT WHEN I LEFT HI HI HIIII I HOPE YOU'RE WELL MY DARLING !!! missed you lots <333

MARÍ HI HI SWEETHEART OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAGH HOW ARE YOU??? <333

i came back and saw you were on a break and fell to my knees in misery actually 😔😔

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broken, fine for tonight — sam & dean winchester

cw : gn!winchester!reader, hurt/comfort, some angst, reader's the youngest sibling, injury/pain, nicknames (kid, bud, sweetheart), 1.3K words. requested !

summary : you break your ankle but your older brother's are convinced it's just a sprain and leave to finish up a hunt.

dean sounds all gruff and almost annoyed when he says you’ll have to stay in the motel while they take down this nest of vamps. “you’ll be no help with a jacked up ankle,” he grumbles, because it’d be easier with three than two. but his eyes are a little soft as they flick down to your injury and you know it’s just because he’s no good at dealing with being worried about you.

sam comes back from the bathroom, giving you a sympathetic smile as he sets another pair of pain pills on the bedside table next to your half empty plastic water bottle. “you’re good to take these in half an hour,” he says, “and we’ll grab you a proper brace on the way back, alright?”

you give him a tight smile, your breathing measured so it doesn’t come across as labored. “sure,” you agree, still fighting against the pain in your foot in order to appear as composed as you’re expected to be. when you twisted it earlier today, sam and dean brushed it off as a sprain and haven’t stopped to think otherwise since then. 

dean had hauled you back up with strong hands and a comforting pat to your back. you’re alright, he insisted, ‘s just a little sprain, you’ve dealt with worse. he wasn’t trying to be dismissive, but you’ve felt a sprain before, and you’re sure that this is worse.

it must be a pretty bad sprain, sam said with a soft frown when you let out a pained gasp after trying to put just the slightest bit of pressure on it. he looped your other arm around his shoulders, and the two of them practically carried you back to the motel room. they set you down on the bed, and you know that sam normally would’ve checked your ankle with a bit more precision and care most days, but you’re all pretty sure that the vamps have caught on to you, which means the faster they get into the nest, the better. so he simply propped your foot up on all the spare pillows in the room with gentle hands, cringing each time the movement made you wince in pain. he wrapped it in an ace bandage, and you nearly cried out loud as he did. mind otherwise occupied, he’d just told you the pain would fade soon enough.

you think that somewhere in the back of their minds, both of your brothers know that you’re in enough pain to understand that this is worse than they want it to be. their concern is easy to read, but sometimes they hate the prospect of you being hurt so much that they’ll focus that energy onto a different problem until they have to face this one. so they’re out the door before you know it. 

hopefully they’ll give you a longer look when they get back. you’d very much like to go to the hospital to get checked out and hopefully return to the motel with a cast and pair of crutches.

the pain only gets worse and the minutes just drag. time flows so slowly that you start to worry, just like you do every time they’re off on a hunt without you. if they’ve been gone this long, something must’ve gone wrong, right? you check the time and realize it’s been less than a full hour. the ibuprofen you took a bit ago does nothing to help. 

your ankle hurts so badly that you’re teary and sniffly and even though no one’s here to witness it, you’re embarrassed by it nonetheless. but you might as well get the tears out of the way before they come back.

you’re convinced that it’s broken, and by the time the headlights of the impala shine through the half-closed blinds of the motel, you’re in too much of a haze to notice the door unlocking and the boys tramping into the room.

sam’s through the door first, and the second he lays eyes on you, he knows something’s not quite right. he says your name, soft of course, but still loud enough for you to hear. you don’t look over, and he drops his bag on the floor to rush over. dean immediately picks up on the tone of sam’s voice, following close behind.

sam’s big hand on your forehead rouses you. “hey. you with us sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice quiet and clearly concerned. your eyes flutter open and the only thing you can think to do when you register the worry on his face is give him a rueful smile.

“i think it’s broken,” you mumble, voice quiet and tired. you’re somehow numb and still hurting so much at the same time. dean gives a little scoff, more so out of affection than frustration, and rounds the bed to look at your ankle. you wince when he moves it, this time not bothering to hide just how much it really hurts.

“you think?” dean repeats back to you, “jesus, kid, why didn’t you say something before?”

“you didn’t give me a chance,” you retort, frowning deeply but too tired to actually sound upset. “you both said it was sprained.” before dean can make some comment about how it’s your ankle, not theirs so how would they know, sam intervenes.

“we’re sorry, bud,” he murmurs, “we should’ve paid you more attention.” you don’t see the pointed look he gives dean not to argue with you right now, or the way dean puts his hands up in frustration, then softens when he looks back at you. he knows that sam’s right, it’s not fair to get all snarky with you. he’s just fueled by worry and he forgets that his worry very easily turns to anger and irritability. dean’s not upset with you at all, but he is at himself for not noticing just how badly you were injured.

the way that he gently carries you to the back seat of the impala is his apology, plus the promise to find your favorite food after you get checked out from the hospital. sam sits in the back with you to keep you steady. steady and held. his hand holds your head softly, his other keeping your leg still as the car rumbles down along the road.

tonight, everything will be fine. your ankle will heal and once properly treated, it’s true that the pain will fade. sure, they won’t pay the medical bills with real credit cards and the doctor might be impressed or concerned, or both, by your pain tolerance. because this certainly isn’t the first time you’ve been cooped up in the back seat of the impala, hurting and maybe even a little scared while sam holds you and dean drives.

he always steals glances back at you through the rearview mirror, making eye contact with sam to be sure you’re awake and well. but he has to be the one driving because he feels like that’s the only thing he has control of when you’re like this. he just absolutely horrified by the thought that there might be a dark night on empty roads after a hunt or a nearly world-ending event where his can’t drive fast enough. what if, someday, you die in his car and your blood stains the leather, because how could he wipe your blood from the seats like that?

and sam’s the one who’ll be holding you, staunching your blood with his jacket, whispering assurances that you’ll be alright. he’s terrified by the thought that there might be a night where, in the backseat of this car, the place you all silently call home, you’ll die in his arms. those are the sorts of things they think about. they know that you think about your own nightmares of them dying too. but in this life, the only thing you can do is tuck those thoughts away, somewhere deep and hidden, because tonight, everything will be fine.

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the urge to horny post about daisy the way i do about sam is actually real i hope you guys know

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NO MARI I CONVERTED BACK TO DEAN DURING YOUR BREAK. I just read your response to someone about a sam idea AND I CANT GO BACKKKK

on another note hope the break was good for u fr<3

YOU CAN. YOU CAN ALWAYS GO BACK <333 just be obsessed with them at the same time. or convert back to sam because... there will be more mari sam content

but thanks heheh i hope you've been well lately!! break was definitely helpful <33 i missed you guys on here lots though so i'm glad to be back hehe

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Hiii I was wondering if u could request something where the Winchesters little sister trips and breaks her ankle but the boys have to got on a hunt and think it’s just a sprained ankle when it’s actually broken so when they get back and their sister is still in a lot of pain and can’t walk in it they taker her to the hospital to get checked out and they feel really guilty abt it

Sry if this is too long but Ty anyway

hiyaaa absolutely!! i'm a little rusty in terms of writing but i hope you enjoy it!! and it's definitely not too long, you got it darlin <3

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broken, fine for tonight — sam & dean winchester

cw : gn!winchester!reader, hurt/comfort, some angst, reader's the youngest sibling, injury/pain, nicknames (kid, bud, sweetheart), 1.3K words. requested !

summary : you break your ankle but your older brother's are convinced it's just a sprain and leave to finish up a hunt.

dean sounds all gruff and almost annoyed when he says you’ll have to stay in the motel while they take down this nest of vamps. “you’ll be no help with a jacked up ankle,” he grumbles, because it’d be easier with three than two. but his eyes are a little soft as they flick down to your injury and you know it’s just because he’s no good at dealing with being worried about you.

sam comes back from the bathroom, giving you a sympathetic smile as he sets another pair of pain pills on the bedside table next to your half empty plastic water bottle. “you’re good to take these in half an hour,” he says, “and we’ll grab you a proper brace on the way back, alright?”

you give him a tight smile, your breathing measured so it doesn’t come across as labored. “sure,” you agree, still fighting against the pain in your foot in order to appear as composed as you’re expected to be. when you twisted it earlier today, sam and dean brushed it off as a sprain and haven’t stopped to think otherwise since then. 

dean had hauled you back up with strong hands and a comforting pat to your back. you’re alright, he insisted, ‘s just a little sprain, you’ve dealt with worse. he wasn’t trying to be dismissive, but you’ve felt a sprain before, and you’re sure that this is worse.

it must be a pretty bad sprain, sam said with a soft frown when you let out a pained gasp after trying to put just the slightest bit of pressure on it. he looped your other arm around his shoulders, and the two of them practically carried you back to the motel room. they set you down on the bed, and you know that sam normally would’ve checked your ankle with a bit more precision and care most days, but you’re all pretty sure that the vamps have caught on to you, which means the faster they get into the nest, the better. so he simply propped your foot up on all the spare pillows in the room with gentle hands, cringing each time the movement made you wince in pain. he wrapped it in an ace bandage, and you nearly cried out loud as he did. mind otherwise occupied, he’d just told you the pain would fade soon enough.

you think that somewhere in the back of their minds, both of your brothers know that you’re in enough pain to understand that this is worse than they want it to be. their concern is easy to read, but sometimes they hate the prospect of you being hurt so much that they’ll focus that energy onto a different problem until they have to face this one. so they’re out the door before you know it. 

hopefully they’ll give you a longer look when they get back. you’d very much like to go to the hospital to get checked out and hopefully return to the motel with a cast and pair of crutches.

the pain only gets worse and the minutes just drag. time flows so slowly that you start to worry, just like you do every time they’re off on a hunt without you. if they’ve been gone this long, something must’ve gone wrong, right? you check the time and realize it’s been less than a full hour. the ibuprofen you took a bit ago does nothing to help. 

your ankle hurts so badly that you’re teary and sniffly and even though no one’s here to witness it, you’re embarrassed by it nonetheless. but you might as well get the tears out of the way before they come back.

you’re convinced that it’s broken, and by the time the headlights of the impala shine through the half-closed blinds of the motel, you’re in too much of a haze to notice the door unlocking and the boys tramping into the room.

sam’s through the door first, and the second he lays eyes on you, he knows something’s not quite right. he says your name, soft of course, but still loud enough for you to hear. you don’t look over, and he drops his bag on the floor to rush over. dean immediately picks up on the tone of sam’s voice, following close behind.

sam’s big hand on your forehead rouses you. “hey. you with us sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice quiet and clearly concerned. your eyes flutter open and the only thing you can think to do when you register the worry on his face is give him a rueful smile.

“i think it’s broken,” you mumble, voice quiet and tired. you’re somehow numb and still hurting so much at the same time. dean gives a little scoff, more so out of affection than frustration, and rounds the bed to look at your ankle. you wince when he moves it, this time not bothering to hide just how much it really hurts.

“you think?” dean repeats back to you, “jesus, kid, why didn’t you say something before?”

“you didn’t give me a chance,” you retort, frowning deeply but too tired to actually sound upset. “you both said it was sprained.” before dean can make some comment about how it’s your ankle, not theirs so how would they know, sam intervenes.

“we’re sorry, bud,” he murmurs, “we should’ve paid you more attention.” you don’t see the pointed look he gives dean not to argue with you right now, or the way dean puts his hands up in frustration, then softens when he looks back at you. he knows that sam’s right, it’s not fair to get all snarky with you. he’s just fueled by worry and he forgets that his worry very easily turns to anger and irritability. dean’s not upset with you at all, but he is at himself for not noticing just how badly you were injured.

the way that he gently carries you to the back seat of the impala is his apology, plus the promise to find your favorite food after you get checked out from the hospital. sam sits in the back with you to keep you steady. steady and held. his hand holds your head softly, his other keeping your leg still as the car rumbles down along the road.

tonight, everything will be fine. your ankle will heal and once properly treated, it’s true that the pain will fade. sure, they won’t pay the medical bills with real credit cards and the doctor might be impressed or concerned, or both, by your pain tolerance. because this certainly isn’t the first time you’ve been cooped up in the back seat of the impala, hurting and maybe even a little scared while sam holds you and dean drives.

he always steals glances back at you through the rearview mirror, making eye contact with sam to be sure you’re awake and well. but he has to be the one driving because he feels like that’s the only thing he has control of when you’re like this. he just absolutely horrified by the thought that there might be a dark night on empty roads after a hunt or a nearly world-ending event where his can’t drive fast enough. what if, someday, you die in his car and your blood stains the leather, because how could he wipe your blood from the seats like that?

and sam’s the one who’ll be holding you, staunching your blood with his jacket, whispering assurances that you’ll be alright. he’s terrified by the thought that there might be a night where, in the backseat of this car, the place you all silently call home, you’ll die in his arms. those are the sorts of things they think about. they know that you think about your own nightmares of them dying too. but in this life, the only thing you can do is tuck those thoughts away, somewhere deep and hidden, because tonight, everything will be fine.

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abstract (psychopomp) is such a beautifully written story omg my jaw was like on the floor reading it, it invokes so much emotion and the writing is just gorgeous i cant believe it doesn't have a billion notes omg

wAGH THANK YOU !!!! this means so very much honestly, it's one of my fav fics i've ever written so i'm soooo so happy and grateful that you feel this way about it!!! thank youuuu aghhhhh crying ilysm <333

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hi hi 🎀 just a lil reminder to drink and eat well ! and to wish u a wonderful week !

awe hiya darlin'! thanks for this my love i hope you're having a lovely week too sweetheart <3

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you are quite honestly the most nice person on this app wow (that’s not sarcastic I’m like genuinely in love with the way you interact with everyone and how long you are)

this is making my cry :(( not for real dw but i'm so :((( :,)))) because this is the sweetest ever and i love you so much. i'm just glad that you think i'm nice and that you like the way interact with folks that's all i could hope for!!! i love you honey!!! <333

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thinking abt sam cooing. In any context. Ever. The way he'll coo if you were clumsy and earned another bruise to your collection. "Poor baby, u okay? >:)" ohmygod

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bro. smoking a cig about this i need him need him need him need him need him need him need him

like his voice is so perfect for cooing. and somehow it's not condescending when he does it too like. he's perfect actually and i need this right now stubbing my toe on purpose about it