#Meta fiction

[strawlessandbraless]

How are you Dean?

[shirtlesssammy]

Dean Winchester every day -- 190/326

Supernatural 9x18//Meta Fiction

[mvdeanw]

Dean // SPN - 9x18

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[queenendless]

ÆŁŁ ƏŸƏ§ ØŊ MƏ

A/n: This was gonna be for another series. But this idea popped up for this one instead.

Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Yami Yugi x F!Reader.

Self aware AU. Inspired by Cross Duel and Duel Links; especially plot wise. Other YGO sequel series mentioned. But mostly DM. Mainly on these two.

CW: Depression, dysphoria and dysmorphia implied, chronic ailments; based off my own issues. Brief swearing, blood, violence. But also fluff, hurt/comfort, and romance/dark romance.

You spend many a day into the late nights, wasting the hours away by watching whatever and every other thing to dash away the emptiness you have inside. Whether on the TV, your laptop, to even your phone, you get lost into the vibrant, upbeat, tear-jerking moments of your favorite media. Shows, movies, games and beyond.

Like an iconic anime on a trading card game.

Having gotten late to the party, you quickly fell for the series, the plot, and its cast. Most of all, the reincarnated Pharaoh and his fated rival for his life.

The appeal of a brand new game peaked your interest. More so a fan game. The mechanics of Duel Links paired with the 2D CG moving models of Cross Duel. An immersive app combining all the series.

While you weren't the best at such competitive games, you still found yourself enjoying the experience. With every series up to the present day. So many characters to unlock and many decks to make. You weren't good at memorizing names, though. But your top two would be your #1 priority.

Anything to help you get through the days. Your job less, disabled days. Cooped up in your room, blocking out the yelling and slamming doors and intrusive thoughts.

Focusing on their handsome faces and familiar voices kept you calm and elated as you always switched between the two throughout your playthrough.

"You're a long way from become a true duelist ... but I can see you have the interest and potential for it. Stick with me and I'll make it worth your while."

"Not to fret. Each battle helps you learn and improve. So long as I am at your side, you'll be amazed at how far you'll go. I'm looking forward to it."

Hearing their voices, seeing those beautiful faces, gave you such serotonin as you stay cooped up in your own little safe haven, escaping from the suffocating cracked home life into the YGO verse.

You spent the next few days grinding in this immersive game, your free time spent leveling up, collecting your favorite cards, and raising the trust level of your other liked favorites. Especially to see the interactions, crossovers, and more as you picked up their voices.

The surprising sight of tapping all over your screen to see their hair and attire rustle paired with such flushed alarmed expressions poking their faces.

"You've got a lot of nerve to mess with the President of Kaiba Corp ..." The sight of him flicking you followed by the immediate firm tap on your forehead made you yelp loudly, nearing dropping the phone. Seeing Seto's laughing face on screen made your strewn expression lighten. "Well deserved."

Yami's raised brow look made you look away in shame. "Pardon me, but I'm right here. There was no need for that." The firm poke to your cheek made you jump in alarm and drop your phone on your bed, gaping at Yami's chuckling face. "Now that was well called for."

It had been a week when that happened. The real world influence from the digital world held in your hand. Startled, alarmed, concerned you had to close the app and take a while to process your racing, anxious self. The app flickered from blue to red. Your phone screen glitches.

Escaping to your laptop proved fruitless. For seeing your lockscreen darken and distort yourself, only to show the cast walking and chatting along the metropolis setting of the game you just checked out of in alarm. A certain white trench coat wearing giant walked along the screen, only to stop and turn to face you. Frozen in place, you watched as he walked head on in, getting closer when he started speaking in his usual snide, sarcastic tone.

"(Username) huh? To tell the truth, Y/n sounds better to say. How do I know your name, you ask? From your account profile, obviously." The roll of those piercing blue eyes was in character. The low soft words that came after were not. "I didn't mean to scare you off earlier. I was actually starting to enjoy myself around you. You're tolerable, at best."

The tri colored star shaped head of his rival peaked out from the side, guilt laced in his features, when he came in fully. "He won't bite you, if that's your concern. But, I too apologize for alarming you. We mean you no harm, Y/n. Honest."

The uncertainty of this meta phenomenon taking place before you was mellowed out at the sight of THE rival pair acknowledging you. Pinching yourself hard to smacking your cheeks to make sure you weren't in lala land now.

Dopamine and endorphins came hand in hand as their eyes widened in astonishment at the way your entire expression lite up, covering your now squealing mouth, not wanting to draw unwanted attention from your folks, your lips curving peaking out beneath your hands. It's all real.

You spent the remainder of that night asking them anything and everything you ever wanted to tell them, curled up in bed, smiling dazedly, lost in the nostalgic fuzzy experience that is these self aware anime baes, bouncing off each other in prideful, sparky conversation. The corner of their eyes caught sight of you sound asleep, Yami smiling tenderly at the sight and Seto's eyes giving off the same aura.

The following week since that night, you felt more energized and motivated than you have in a long time. You were curious if any other fellow players experienced such a phenomenon. Being able to interact with them, actually talk to them outside the contrivances, even offline was a relief. Even your old dead TV was brought to life by the sights of the vibrant series setting; Domino City. Numbers, Dueltaining, Links, and beyond. The world of dueling was seemingly endless.

"Artificial intelligence is more real now than ever. Not to mention virtual reality. So it was only a matter of time. This game is experimental proof of that self awarness. Not all of us are that bright, though."

Joey's pinched face cameo over that comment didn't go unnoticed by as evidence by Seto's snide face. Mai dragging Joey off screen to see kisses literally flying off in the background had the CEO turn pink at the PDA.

"I'd rather glimpse into the real world to broaden my knowledge. Every single being that's connected to us gives us insight. Getting to know you Y/n has been the best experience in all of it."

Waving to Yugi, Jaden and Yusei driving recklessly on the latter's duel runner in the off distance made you crack out a laugh. The charmin smile Yami gave at the sight of your expression caught your eye, turning you a bashful pink, to which he deeply chuckled in kind.

But even you need a break every now and then. You have bad days. And by bad, it gets BAD. Constant styes or eye irritations. Circulation issues in the feet. Swollen ankles. Depression, stress and many intrusive thoughts becoming hyperactive in that tired scarred mind.

Demented suffocating folks. Dysfunctional argumentative drama. And you? Walled up in their corner, feeling years older than their actual age, self pity and self hate over this defective body. The thoughts of self made wounds made on every defective part of you brought on tears every time.

So, fights like the one you just experienced today brought tears, swelling, and the truth to light. Your own fault for believing your own flesh and blood would provide genuine professional help, for the body and mind. But all they can afford is gaslighting, dogpiling criticism. Slamming doors, holing up in your room and blasting tunes through your ear buds was your only affordable escapism.

Black, blue and red glitches overtake your phone. It all happened in such a blur. Layers of warmth swallowed you whole, brushing away those tears, as you felt your face pressed gently against such support, protectivness enveloping you.

"Now that's just bullshit. Everyone’s flawed. If you count me and my many attempts at dethroning my one and only rival myself as one, go right ahead. Point being, screw them. You're genuine. Flaws and all ... you're perfect."

"You should never feel ashamed of yourself or your appearance. You should feel comfortable in your own skin. Regardless of what others choose to believe, your own feelings matter the most. When I look at you, I see nothing but a goddess in my eyes."

Digital character gaining form in reality before you changed things. Just as soon as they were there, they were gone, leaving you fuzzy or better ... and for worse?

The rare times when you had to go out on trips or even taking walks by yourself around your area meant you waving your phone around, being their window into more of your life. Even giving a room tour meant them blushing at spotting chibi plushies of them on your nightstand; their egos rising at further proof of you being smitten with them.

Only when everyone else in your household went to bed would you go hogging up the living room couch and be on your laptop and phone to get lost in watching your movies, shows or whatever to lift your spirits. Yet these late night binges bring with them chronic headaches that would kick in during your all night bends, leaving you closing your eyes and falling sound asleep to drive off the pain on top of your flared up feet covered in cold compresses.

Your laptop flickered and buffered in distortions as whatever you were watching is halted as entities literally come out of your screen. Warmth brushed your flushed cheeks, rubbed your scalp to soothe your aches, rewarded by your hums of content, as murmurs of their names parted your lips, causing the seed of possessiveness to grow at such a rate.

"They don't deserve your tears. They don't even deserve you. None of them are worth it. Unlike them, you've always been deserving of greater and better things. And I'll make sure of it."

"Please dream sweet dears, my dear. It hurts me to see you like this. Things will get better ... they will be better ... you will not suffer alone anymore."

But all good things come to an end. And this was no exception. For there came that time when you were in so much agony, suffering to the point where you wanted the rest of your ignorant home to suffer with you. Eyes too Strained to open. Feet too swollen to walk. Even your neck and scalp were stiff in pain. Your own body fell apart and all you could do was cry in silence, stuck in bed, as you just wanted to be free of it all.

A cold storm raged outside, tipping things over the edge. Your phone vibrating and dinging with notifications were left unchecked. The various reports of disapperances over your fellow real life players and the like. The strong voices of your kings calling out to you were left unanswered as you were too still and quiet.

So they animated right out of your phone screen. The eye of Udjat glowing as the Pharaoh dealt the fatal blows. Thrown furniture exploding. Glass shattering. Ear shattering screams cut off midway. Gurgling cries of agony follow right after. Thumps hitting the floor. The tall shadow of his megalomaniac partner covered your frail weak body as he carefully took you in his arms. It was now or never.

"Seto, are you sure about this? Bringing an actual human over to our side is too risky. Her body will not survive it."

"Please. My next gen solid vision system is visionary. Finding you across dimensions, for example. Connecting others across time and space through dueling has broken boundaries. Linking the cerebrum of those that have accessed my side project app has allowed us to view everyones memories and knowledge of our counterparts in this world has expanded our reach. Sharing our energy with her shall give the strength she needs to cross over. And besides, you practically begged me to take her with us from the start."

"Don't tell me THE Seto Kaiba is jealous about sharing me with another now. As if dragging me out of the afterlife wasn't enough for you. Part of me is still wrapping around your experiment on cross dimensional expansion. Regardless if we're just avatar copies based on fiction, we're still alive. We're past the point of no return. I just hope Y/n will understand."

"Take me ... take me away from here ... please."

Your consent was the trigger. Crimson met solid hologram as their combined hold made you feel at peace at last, blue and golden energy seeping into you, falling fast asleep. The next time you woke up, all the pain left your body, replaced with such looseness. Such levity. Basking in the endless streams of code and ethereal light. The faces of many familiar characters standing about among those like you that now obtained their virtual anime counterparts.

Smothered in between such defined sturdy bodies to remind you of your situation, your heart hammered on in the blue eyed and violet eyed gazes of your two Kings gazing down at you with such fervor, pristine looking with no signs of crimson staining their attire, right before they both layered gentle kisses all over your face. Their sculpted veiny hands held each of yours, tracing your very real skin, squeezing them to assure you that this is all happening. Tears of joy filled your healthy e/c eyes and giggles filled their ears as the sight of you brimming with happiness made their own hearts tremble at the hold you have on them. And vice versa.

Reshaping the future of dueling outsides the confines of an app game takes so much work, you know. Gaining sentience and all that. And it means everything to them to have you there with them for their journey across the Yu-Gi-Oh! multiverse. Hand in hand in hand. For life. These two Kings have finally found their Queen.

"Welcome home."

[cas-dyke]

“his true weakness is revealed. he’s in love-“

“- with humanity.”

so close! that is a shape ❤️

[psychotic-nonsense]

(Continuation of this if you want context, plus its extension)

Wayne hasn't ever had anyone to really worry about. Not since Al disappeared to start his own life, only to fuck it up worse than he feared his brother would. Wayne still doesn't have to stress, though. Steel bars, concrete, and Al's own shoulders take that load off.

Wayne doesn't need much either, too old to wonder what his life would be like with another, with a little one, with anything or anyone. He has his simple trailer in a simple corner of a simple town, his heavily physical but satisfyingly simple job, and whatever stray animals find comfort under his porch. He's friendly to whomever crosses his path, and quietly grins the elderly respect in response.

He's fine with all that, the closest to comfortable he's been since he was a little kid visiting Georgia orchards.

That makes Chief Powell's call one faithful autumn evening the most exciting thing to happen to him. Well, more terrifying once he realizes Powell is calling from the station. Outright chilling when he says Wayne needs to come pick up his family.

His hands are shaking as he gets into his little pickup and pulls out of Forest Hills. Can't breathe as he passes stop signs and rolling acres of land. His mind is racing, afraid that the bars weren't strong enough to contain his last remaining family member, wondering what the hell Al got himself into this time, fearing his guard might come down once again to let his baby brother crash in his too small trailer and start the process all fucking over.

Wayne doesn't need much, but his weak heart craves so much more.

He pulls into the parking lot of the police station a bit sloppily. Grips the wheel white-knuckled for too long. Leans his head on the metal when he finally gets out and slams the door. Takes a deep breath and steels himself for that dirty grin to break his walls down just like poor Elizabeth.

Powell meets him at the door, sour but definitely not a little confused. For some reason that scares him twice as much.

"Evenin', Chief," Wayne greets him still. The title still sounds bitter so soon after Hopper.

"Evening." Powell tips his hat, pleasantries just as strained. Nods his head towards the back of the station, carefully stepping away from the wall and walking forward. Wayne's feet carry him in stride no matter how much he wishes he could just turn back around to an hour prior. "Didn't think we'd see you here."

Wayne nods at the new young secretary at the desk, a smile never felt so forced. His face falls in a tired sigh as he looks away. "Don't I know it," he murmurs. He watches their feet, too scared to face that face head on.

Powell stops towards the end of a hall, claps a hand on Wayne's shoulder, scaring him stiff still. Looking up, he sees a new expression. The usual respect towards those his age is there, but there's some guilt and fear and something like sympathy. "Look, old man..." Powell's jaw twists silently around words he doesn't have. When he finally speaks, it's slow and careful. "I don't know if you knew about this, but if you didn't, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way."

That briefly drops all the fear out of Wayne's body, plummeting straight into confusion. Powell doesn't notice, taking the last few steps to open the door at the far wall, stopping inside to hold it. His mouth forms something that Wayne's ringing ears can't hear, but his eyes see Munson. Wayne rushes forward in a flood of adrenaline to see whoever is there and-

The wide Munson eyes. Elizabeth's long, curly hair. Al's gangly height.

The boy - younger in spirit than in age - pacing in the small waiting/holding room snaps his head up to face Wayne and freezes. He looks just as scared to see Wayne as Wayne is to see him.

"Heh-Hey, Uncle Wayne!" The anxious smile and fake jovialness brings out those patented Al Munson dimples. Almost distracts Wayne from the plain terror in every fiber of the kid's being. His eyes constantly snap over to Powell, and every time he makes eye contact with Wayne he tenses like he's afraid of an explosion. Still, the kid hides it behind a cautious wink and dual finger guns. "Nice of 'ya to help me out!"

Wayne is sure he's still gawking like a fish, so thankfully Powell takes pity. He places his hand on Wayne's shoulder again with a deep sigh, pulling Wayne away. "Yup, caught Eddie here driving a van without a license plate. Or a license." Powell faces the poor old man still stuck in place, expression more apologetic now. Saying 'Sorry you're stuck in this situation.' without an ounce of the sympathy from before.

Wayne, mouth still agape, glances back at the kid - Eddie. His grin is still way too wide as he stares anxiously at Powell. Upon seeing Wayne's eyes again, he meets them with the loudest silent plea Wayne's ever seen. 'Dear god, I'm so deeply sorry, please just get me out of here.'

Finally, Wayne slowly closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, looking at all the facts before him. Trying to keep his mind focused on the practical. There's a kid here with your name and your family's traits. His name is Eddie and he's more scared than a newborn kitten. He doesn't want you there and you don't know if you should be, but either way, right now, you're all he's got.

Then he exhales, opens his eyes, sees that Eddie looks twice as scared now. He nods to the door, to Eddie's shock. "C'mon, son. Let's get you home then."

Eddie was already a pretty pale kid, but now he's almost ghostly. Still, he just visibly swallows, nods, and walks to the door, head bowed. Wayne goes to lead the way, hearing the kid behind him mutter, "Thank you, sir." to Powell.

That's the first tell. Al would never teach his son to respect cops. 'Dirty pigs,' Al always said, and never showed an ounce of civility whilst in their hands.

The second is his complete silence as they walk back through the police station. Eddie doesn't say a word, hell he's whimpering like a lost puppy behind Wayne the entire way. Wayne nods a goodbye to the clerk, yet Eddie remains quiet.

Elizabeth's soul is too damn bright for her son to be so dull so soon, fear be dammed. Wayne's seen her shaking in her boots at the sight of a mountain lion, and still she whispered jokes at its expense.

The last tell comes when they finally get outside, and Eddie sees Wayne's old pickup. You'd think he'd have relaxed at the sight of freedom, but it's like he's looking at Charon's boat to ride into hell.

That's what tells him Eddie might not have just been scared of the cops. Maybe Eddie's scared of him.

The realization sends Wayne's heart 6 feet under, the absence replaced with a thick blob of dread. They're both stiff getting into the truck, simultaneous door slams hardly felt in their already jittering nerves. Wayne's arms feel numb buckling his seatbelt, his entire body following suit as he slumps heavily in the worn seat. He's overly aware of the tense presence beside him, trying to get it out of his empathic mind by rubbing his face.

He finally chances a glance to his right, and finds Eddie looking horrible. He's sitting bunched up on the chair, knees pulled up to his neck and arms wrapped around his torso, gripping hard on the leather jacket. He's looking profoundly away from Wayne, head almost turned to the bed in his efforts.

Wayne can't handle the sight, so he looks away. Wayne can't handle the tension, so he goes to speak. "Look, Ed-"

"I'm sorry." The kid beats him to it, says it in a rush like he can't handle any of it either. And like he's afraid of Wayne's response, he just goes off in a desperate ramble. "I'm so goddamn sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to rope you into this.. I didn't even know there was a Munson in this town, let alone this whole damn state, but the officer said I could only get released by family and wouldn't listen when I told him I didn't have any and I just wanted to get out because Steve's gonna kill me and half this town if he finds out I'm stuck in jail over something so stupid- but-but then he said there was a Munson in town and I heard y-your name and hoped uncle was good enough... Look, you can just kick me out and I'll go and you never have to see me again-"

"Woah woah, hey, kid, hey," Wayne interjects softly, trying so hard to wrangle the wild words of whatever this kid is saying, hoping it'll rope his own thoughts with it. Eddie's jaw immediately snaps shut, and though he's not attempting an owl turn anymore, his face is bunched up in fear and obviously holding back tears. Worse than Al's puppy eyes, violently so.

His mind scrambling in a dozen different directions, Wayne tries focusing on one thing at a time, starting with the one he deems the biggest. "You say you don't have any family...?"

Eddie shakes his head hard, hand reaching up to cover his face with a strand of hair. "Orphan," he whimpers. "I'm not from here..."

Coincidence then? That this random kid with his last name and his brother and sister-in-law's appearances just isn't Wayne's kin? Odd, but anything is possible, he supposes. Or, heaven forbid, he is still related to Wayne and something happened to Elizabeth, her poor son left to fend for himself...

Wayne'll go along with the former for now, but he'll get a damn blood test before the month is out, just to be sure. "Alright... Now, this Steve fella, you say he's gonna hurt you if-"

Eddie immediately rushes up, pain replaced with overwhelming concern and shame. Eyes wide and scared, hands waving around. "No no no, not like that!!! I meant it in a cool way, Steve's, like- my only friend in this place!! He lets me stay with him, and he's all protective and shit..." Eddie cringes inward, like he's just said something bad and is expecting a retaliation. "Look, Wayne? I'm serious, you don't have to worry about me. You don't even have to drop me off anywhere, I'll pay you back any way you need, but please don't stress yourself out-"

"No way, Eddie." Wayne cuts him off. He stares right into this kid's eyes and says softly, "Not when you look like my brother and his ex-wife." Fear and confusion flicker on Eddie's face. He's at least quiet now, so Wayne takes the chance. "You say you ain't from here. Where are you from then?"

Eddie flounders, then let's out a stuttering laugh. "Just- uh- you gotta trust me here, I'm not-" He gulps, a hand running into the crown of his head before winding down to tangle in his curls. He looks up at Wayne with Al's pleading eyes, begging him to leave instead of stay. "You won't believe me," he whimpers.

Wayne doesn't even hesitate. Won't fall for those god. Damn. Eyes. "Try me."

- - - - -

Steve's sure he's gonna burn a hole into his parents' stupid shitty carpet at this rate. Gonna start chewing up his actual fingers and rip out his hair one strand at a time.

Eddie still isn't back.

He said - this afternoon - that he was gonna find a car today, something to get around so he doesn't jeopardize Steve's ""precious baby."" They were gonna get him a proper license tomorrow. But he's not back yet.

Nancy and Robin have been scavenging the entire town. They found a beat up van pulled off in the empty grocery store parking lot, so violently Eddie, but nothing more. The kids have been blowing up the radio calling out to him, but there hasn't been a single response. Eddie knows how important their radios are, he wouldn't just not respond unless...

Oh fuck, what if something happened? What if the Upside Down came back early, and Eddie got roped right in? His obsession with their show isn't enough standing toe-to-toe with a Demogorgan or Demodog or Mind Flayer, it can't be. What if something happened and Eddie overestimated his survival chance and they'll never see him again oh god Ronnie's gonna find a way to their dimension and kill them all with her bare hands-

The sound of a motor suddenly invades his white noise brain, and he hears it cut off in his driveway. Thinking it's Nancy's with some kind of news, he flings the door open. Almost breaks down when he sees a random pickup there. Nearly collapses to his knees in relief when Eddie steps out, visibly rattled and scared but in one piece.

Steve doesn't hesitate to call out to Eddie, immediately rushing forward to take him in his arms. Relishes in Eddie's tight grip in response. "Idiot stupid goddamn it Eds Eddie you scared the piss shit outta me don't you dare do that to me again you impossible future man Jesus fuck" Steve just rambles straight into Eddie's shoulder, on the verge of tears.

It isn't until another door slam stabs his ears that he hears Eddie's responding ramble. "Forgive me I'm sorry this was the best I could do I got arrested and had to get out and and-"

Steve pulls away from Eddie to face the pickup truck, just in time to see the driver walk up to them. An old man, someone Steve is pretty sure he's seen around - small town, he's probably seen everyone. He's still in peak Protective Harrington mode, so he immediately pulls Eddie behind him to place himself between the two. "Hi, yes, thank you for bringing Eddie back, what else do you want?"

The man, unaffected, just sighs and meets Steve's eyes. Says words that make Steve's heart stop.

"Pardon me, son. My name's Wayne Munson, and I just got Eddie out of jail. Now I'm not too sure about you, but I do believe I've been promised an explanation?"

[thebeautyofspn]

9x18 Meta Fiction

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

So many changes, Cas. You can’t just fly in now. And you’re happy just to hear Dean’s voice. 😊😍❤️

[violentdelightsproductions]

Dean Winchester Appreciation Week!

Physical trait(s)

“I’m too sexy for this shirt” -cit.

@aborddelimpala ♥

[spn-rewatch-ventzone]

I’ve seen so many gifs of Meta Fiction, so why have I forgotten every single thing that happens in the episode

[dcs-gay-archives]

Hey basically I saw this Tim Drake meta fanfic where he basically has healing powers and I can't rlly remember the name. Can ya find it for me 🥺

Omg my first ask and umm yea I found some really cool ones that match this description 😁

Okay so this one is about our beloved Timmy using his healing powers in secret and has lots of good plot twists so far🩷

And there is also this one and Tim is a bit ooc but it's still very good and has lots of misunderstanding and angst😶

[shirtlesssammy]

Dean and Cas every day not often enough -- 51/?

Supernatural 9x18//Meta Fiction

[sweetonsugden]

Castiel’s smile when he hears Dean’s voice unexpectedly 🥰

[collarbjt]

SPN 1006

Is Supernaturl novel in spn famous now? Performed in school play, just wow

Dean : Out there hunting, is the only normal I know

Again, I’ll kill you john.

Oh, girl acts Dean.

Carry on my wayward son~

Dean’s “NO” face is so serious lol

Wincest Subtext 🤣🤣🤣 so hilarious

Sam got shut down trying to give some old-school stories!! Lol

Spaceships, and robots, and some Ninjas, and then Dean becomes a woman. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wow is it a mid-term summary?????? Lol whatever, the end of novel Supernatural in spn is Swan song, it would be quiet disappointed to the readers in spn univ.

DESTIEL????

That word, ‘subtext’, is hit of this episode, yeahhh

D-stiel?? Oh Sam that’s the worst shipping name I ever heard!!! Lol Thx for ‘e’ sooo much. And what the Sastiel, Samstiel??? You wanna in Sammy? Finally Casdean, lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sam and Dean are too old to be Sam and Dean, lol

Calliope, why greek gods are all in America?

Dean is awkwardly reacting to the compliments about his brother. Hahaha This Samgirl is a great playwriter!!

Road so far, in ‘baby’. Saving people, hunting things, family business- good intro, and summary

Cas is waiting Dean😭 with sad song it’s really sad

Calliope is picky, avoid the spaceships robots and tentacles

Oh,,, this play is now not funny, so sad….I’m impressed.

What… wait that man in vinyl, who’s that????????????

Samulet! Finally the writer realized it’s real Winchesters.

Heyyy it’s not a classic ROCK!!!!!! You guys forgot Adam??? Oh poor boy…

This play is so touching…maybe bet you Winchesters too, right?

Chuck!!!!!!

[bg-sparrow]

mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 18 Hill County Asylum

“We interrupt this regularly scheduled McFly July entry to bring you a rant by the author!”

Marty groaned. “BG, don’t.”

“No, I will,” I said. “I let a lot of stuff slide in this fandom, Marty, but Bob Gale, if you’re going to tell me Doc faked his mental state in the asylum by doing meditation for years, I’m really gonna need to know how he faked lobotomy scars. Because when Doc visits himself in 1985A, he is traumatized by immediately recognizing his counterpart had a lobotomy!”

“You done yet?” Marty asked. “Can we move on?”

“I need answers, McFly!”

[psychotic-nonsense]

(Part 1 and Part 2 for context)

(( also very brief tag to one @lunaraquaenby and @steddieficfanatic bc they were real sweet about my last installments :] ))

There's a knock at the door.

Wayne's not back yet. Almost midday, which unnerves Eddie considering that night job of the old man's. They've only been living together for a few weeks now, so maybe he doesn't grasp Wayne's entire schedule yet, but he's seen a pattern. He thinks midday is the perfect time to be worried.

Eddie wasn't even doing anything special, just taking the time to appreciate old books in their prime and listening to the radio in his room, letting the sound whisk him away. It's been nice slowly rebuilding his attention span, he appreciates reality more and more. But that just means the knock - and it's soon following sequel - terrify him twice as much.

Eddie's sure he's overreacting, as he gets out of bed and mentally prepares to tell the person off. There's an old metal bat by the front door, and Eddie's half tempted to go full redneck with the shotgun under Wayne's bed. But if push came to shove he couldn't do shit.

So he just tucks the "I'll take a message" excuse under his tongue. Wraps the metal in his hand and pulls whatever courage he can from the memory of ST1 Steve. Just as the door pounds again, harder now, right as Eddie swings it open...

"Hey big brother, long time no see! How're you-"

"Sorry, Wayne Munson's not here right now-"

Both men have their eyes closed at the start of the sentence. Both men immediately snap to eye contact soon after. Both men freeze mid sentence.

The man outside - raggedy, greasy, bruised - takes one look at this boy before him and first remembers Elizabeth. Then takes a longer look, and fears intruder.

Eddie - scared, anxious, frozen - takes one look at the man before him and first hopes father. Then takes a longer look, and realizes it's Al. Wayne's brother.

Al's grin immediately falls when he sees Eddie. His brief glimpse of heartache doesn't escape the boy, before it hardens into a mask of anger. He was leaning casually on the doorframe, but now straightens to have just one hand on it. Positions himself in an attempt to tower over the boy, despite being shorter. "You ain't Wayne," he growls.

'Two can play at that game, old man,' Eddie thinks. He's always wanted a real father, but based on what Wayne has told him, this isn't even close to one. He puts on his own mask of distaste and boredom, keeps his slouch to appear relaxed and unaffected. Keeps the bat hidden behind the door. "Again, he's not in right now, sorry about that, man." He raises an eyebrow, the picture of condescension. "I can take a message for you, if you need."

Al's scowl deepens, as he releases a dry chuckle. "Will you now?" he sneers. He shuffles a little on his feet, pretends to look around for a bit, before turning back to glare daggers at Eddie. "And, uh, who exactly do you think you're talking to, little man?"

Oh god, this shit. Eddie's annoyance becomes reality real quick. It's one of the ones who think they have authority wherever they go, he's well and sick of these types of people. How glorious that the closest thing he's had to the male side of his biology is one of them.

Eddie hums his own little sarcastic laugh, fakes checking his nails. "Not sure, really, didn't seem too important," he emphasizes. Looks back up with a daring little grin Ronnie used to call the shit-spitting type. "I'd love to know though."

This, it seems, breaks Al's concentration. His mask slips, eyes going legitimately dark. Eddie always thought that description only applied in fanfics. Perhaps he was just lucky enough to never meet anyone to fit the description.

"Al, Munson." He goes to surge past Eddie. "The man of this place is my brother, and I'm here to speak with him, not some freak little runt-"

"Sorry." Eddie stabs the bat hard into the doorframe to block him from getting a single step inside. Hits hard enough to actually startle the bastard. "Like I said, he's not in right now, and he's trusted me - Eddie - with staying here. I'm afraid that you'll have to settle with leaving a message or coming back later, hm?"

Finally, the mask comes off entirely. Al drops every pretense to stare at Eddie with pure malice. Enough to actually make the boy's heart scare into a stumble. Eddie can hear the wood of the doorframe groan under Al's fingers, too afraid to look away and give the beast the power it craves. "Listen, kid. I just got outta prison, and I came here first thing to see my only remaining family. You wanna try and get in the way of that, you'll see what I can do to you."

And Eddie - imagining the bloody sailors outfit to bless him with its snark - lets himself breathe out a laugh hard enough to make Al's eyelids flutter. "Please," Eddie spits like the bile his brewing words feel like. "You're just like me. A runner."

Al actually flinches at that, so Eddie powers on. "You'll do just enough to get your way, before hightailing it outta dodge when it doesn't. I'd love to keep this verbal, don't get me wrong, but you're fighting fists to metal. Tell me, runner, who really comes out of this the victor?"

They're practically nose to nose by the end of Eddie's little speech, each word urging him forward like a nail into a coffin. Whether it's for 'son' or 'father,' he's not sure. Still, Al's fuming by the end of it. His nails are raking against the wood at this point.

"You little fucking shit..." Al's hand snaps down to grab the barrel of Eddie's bat, startling his life to flash before his eyes-

"Al."

The presence of another voice makes them both whip towards it, rage and fear. Both feel a violently different sense of relief when they see it's just Wayne. Tired, sagging, annoyed - 'vulnerable' urges Al's mind, 'pissed' says Eddie's heart.

"Wayne!" Al's mask snaps right back into place. He turns around all jovial and light, like he didn't have Eddie nearly by the throat a millisecond ago. Opens his arms wide as Wayne trudges to the porch. "There's the man of the hour! You look rough, big brother, long night again at that plant-"

"Albert. Theodore. Munson." Wayne spits with each step up the stairs. Uses just a glaring head turn to force the younger brother to the side. "Get. Off. Of my. Porch."

Al stares up at Wayne all wide eyed at first, but the second the words are spoken he gets this stupid innocent confused look instead. "Heh heh, uh... what'cha mean, Wayne-"

"I mean," Wayne snaps again, making Al flinch, "get off my property, before I make you. I am too damn tired to deal with your shit. You fucked your own life up, you fix it. I ain't your god damned charity case anymore."

He finally backs up from towering over Al, moving to make his way inside. Eddie scrambles back to give him room, which of course draws attention back to him from the younger brother.

"Well, what about this runt?!" Al snaps, picking himself up off the railing just as Wayne steps inside. Stays far enough away, but not too much to not glare and point at Eddie over Wayne's shoulder. "You don't call that a charity case?"

Wayne sags briefly, before turning around to face Al, blocking him from coming in with just an arm on the open door. Al flinches again, and based on the glimpse Eddie saw, Wayne's face is enough to kill. "My nephew has done more for his own life in 3 weeks than you have for yours in 42 years. Don't you dare call him that."

And for the first time, Eddie sees something actually genuinely human in Al's expression. Confusion - "Nephew? The hell you mean, I'm your only..." - then slow, agonizing heartache - "So... so don't that mean he's Lizzie's-"

"Don't flatter yourself, either." Wayne immediately snaps, not caring one bit how Al fully cracks down beneath his words. "This young man couldn't be less related to ya. And thank the heavens above for that."

Then Wayne slams the door in his brother's face.

Eddie is leaning hard into the kitchen counter, hardly moved from his position this entire interaction. He's white knuckled holding the bat, eyes watering as the weight of all that just happened really hits him. His nerves are wailing and running, ears ringing with the sudden silence, waiting for something more to happen.

The second the door slammed, Wayne sagged hard against it. Knees buckled, forearms the only thing keeping him up, chin fallen to meet his panting chest. A mess, tired and worn down. How fucking cruel, to deal with whatever hell was at work to come back and save his pathetic fake nephew from his useless real brother.

"I..." Eddie's throat croaks out. Guilt and fear and sorrow and agony force it out of him. "I'm so sorry, Un- Wayne, I-I didn't mean..."

"Don't..." Wayne whispers. Every bit of his power earlier has left him, leaving behind an weak and exhausted old man. Hell, the one word looks like a Sisyphean level of work, impossible and helpless. His every breath rattles as he prepares to speak more. "Don't apologize..."

Eddie can feel his face begin to crumple, those stupid whimpers begin to escape his lips. Pathetic, to beg for comfort from the man who has nothing left to give. He hesitates to steel himself, and forces himself to Wayne's side. Offers his arm to help his uncle - fake Eddie may be, Wayne is real to him.

He sees Wayne's face, shadowed with pure tiredness. Eyes sunken and droopy, chest heaving, words slow and slurred. Eddie throws everything aside in that moment, to help comfort the man who's more of a father to him than anything beyond this trailer door, and this reality. He can see Wayne wants to fight it, but the second he takes the offered arm, he sags hard into Eddie's side.

"You ain't him..." Wayne finally mumbles a few minutes later, once Eddie's got him in fresh clothes, in bed, with water, and taken some pain relief. It's right as Eddie is throwing a blanket over him, so it takes him aback at first. To meet those worn, old, weathered eyes and see nothing but pure love makes Eddie's sappy, lonely heart weep.

"You ain't ever gonna be, you hear me...?" Wayne urges in a whisper. "Not you... Not my Eddie..."

Wayne's fallen to slumber by the time Eddie processes it. He doesn't see the tears, the crumpled face, the wince as Eddie forces the sound down to keep quiet. He doesn't feel Eddie's hand rest on his shoulder, its limpness as it rises with his breath, the heartbeat within it that steadily syncs with his own. He doesn't hear Eddie whisper, "I know, Uncle... I know..."

But he does sense the last click of their connection. Circumstance or time or blood be damned. They're family now. Nothing is going to change that.