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[ani-coolgirl]

Wincest Reverse Bang 2024

I realize I never made a proper post for this to make it easy to find. This isn't an "official" post, but copying the Bang's format makes me feel like in some distant alternate universe, this came together on time.

Title: Where I Lay My Head Artist: deeranger Author: ani_coolgirl Rating: E Warnings/Spoilers: Rape/Non-Con, Torture, Harm to animals (off screen), Suicidal Thoughts (full tags/warnings on Ao3) Summary: After failing to complete the trials and close the gates to Hell, Sam is left in a weakened state, the ritual putting him just shy of death's door. Dean steps up to take care of his ailing brother, but Sam senses there's something off with the whole situation, something he can't quite put his finger on. Sickly and isolated, Sam tugs on the threads of doubt, and soon his life of recovery in the bunker—and his brother's sanity—start unraveling around him.

Art: Tumblr Fic: Ao3

While I'd had this idea kicking around my head for a while, Dee's art it was what really helped it come together. The scene that goes with the art is actually the first thing I wrote. Unfortunately, the fic didn't come together in a timely manner, which is why you won't find the fic listed on the Reverse Bang masterpost. Maybe I'll tell the long, sordid tale of why this was one day, but really it can be summed up thusly: I started late, couldn't keep the word count under control, panicked, had a teeny tiny mental breakdown involving very little sleep, and then eventually vomited the fic onto the screen. Since it was already late, I had the story betaed (it was originally going to be published warts and all, with hasty edits made after the fact), which, along with my decision to post a chapter at a time, made it even later. The extra polish was totally worth it, however.

I intended for this story to be around 10k words at most. It ended up almost four times that, which just goes to show you why planning, scheduling, and commitment is important (and an understanding of your own process and shortcomings). I, of course, haven't learned anything from this whole debacle, but perhaps someone else might. This wasn't my first event, but it was the first time I finished so late, so I'm swearing off events for a while. I love engaging with the fandom, but I hate potentially stressing out/disappointing others because I can't keep to a schedule, which really puts a damper on the whole thing.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the fic, the art, and my madness reflected onto Sam and Dean--it's their fault really, when you think about it.

[spnfanficpond]

I'd like to be registered as a guppy and a mutual, please.

Helloo!!!

Welcome to the Pond!!!

I will put you down as a guppy and will slide in your dms in a few!! (Please have them open)

[britany1997]

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dream

Part two

I’ve loved seeing y’all’s reactions to this and I’m so excited to share this short little follow up with y’all:) let me know if you like it!

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Comment if you’d like to be added to my TLB Taglist!

Your hand slowly reached for a pair of shiny, beaded earrings.

You’d been scopeing out this jewelry stand for the past thirty minutes. And finally, when the seller was tied up trying to coax an unsuspecting tourist into buying an exorbitantly expensive necklace, you saw your time to strike.

Your eyes flitted back and forth between the earrings and the seller, careful not to be caught.

You knew you could glamour her if you wanted, you just loved the rush.

You smiled as your hand brushed over the earrings, seconds from taking them for your own.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped back, recoiling from the jewelry as if it had burned you.

Your flushed face met Dwayne’s amused smile.

“Nothing now,” you pouted.

He huffed a laugh, slipping his arm around your waist.

You whirled away from his grasp, embarrassed to have been caught. “What’s the deal anyway?” you frowned, “you guys steal stuff all the time.”

As the words fell from your lips, Paul and Marko ran from the comic book store, arms full of comics. You gestured at the pair as they laughed manically, books spilling from their arms and littering the ground.

Dwayne snorted at the sight, then turned to smile at you.

“Nothing wrong with a little stealin,” he agreed, “but no partner of mine is gonna take their own stuff.”

Your jaw dropped as he placed the earrings you’d been eyeing into your palm and closed your fingers around them.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pointed ear, “you’re a real talented thief babe,” he brushed a lock of hair to rest behind your ear, “but let me take care of you ok?”

Your face flushed bright red.

He chuckled, leading you away from the stand and towards the dock. Once you were resting on the railing, Dwayne reached for your hand.

“Let me put em on for you,” he offered, smirking softly.

You nodded, your lips pulling up into a flustered grin.

Dwayne slipped the earrings on for you, “there, perfect.” He winked, causing you to melt into a giggling mess.

The sweet moment didn’t last long as Marko and Paul bounded up with their haul from the night.

“Whatcha up to guys?” Paul asked, mouth full of funnel cake as he spoke. You snorted at the sight.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, his arm resting on your shoulder. “Nothing now,” he muttered under his breath. You smirked and leaned your head into the crook of his neck.

Marko smiled sheepishly as Paul murmured an insincere apology.

You squeezed Dwayne’s arm as he sighed.

“Ahem.”

The boys whirled around at the sound of David clearing his throat.

He tapped his watch, raising an eyebrow, “almost sunrise boys.”

Dwayne turned to you, “wanna ride with me?”

You beamed, “yes please,” you preferred riding to flying these days, you’d use any excuse to be snuggled close to your favorite vampire.

“Wanna sit in back or ride in my pocket?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, but the answer was obvious. You loved listening to the steady beat of Dwayne’s heart when you were nestled in his front, jacket pocket. He made you feel safe, even when you were as tiny as a dragon fly.

You shrank down, flitting up to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek, then sliding into his jacket.

“You’re so cute like this baby, I love keeping you close to me,” he whispered as he nuzzled your cheek with his pinky.

Your wings fluttered in delight. You loved it too, more than anything.

Taglist🖤

@6lostgirl6 @misslavenderlady @crustyboypix @gothamslostboy @anna1306 @arenpath @kurt-nightcrawler @bitchyexpertprincess @arbesa-mind @ria-coolgirl @lostboys1987girl @warrior-616 @rynsfandomsfun @katerinaval @bloodywickedvamp @mickkmaiden333 @vampirefilmlover @chiefdirector @dwaynedelight @dwaynesluscioushair @sad-ghost-of-garbage @its-freaking-bats @solobagginses @walmart-icarus @softchonk @f4iryfxies @hypocriticaltypwriter @royaltysuite @fraudfrog @mack-attack420 @kuroturo

[penaltyboxboxbox]

any genderbend headcanons you would like to share 👀????

YEAH....YEAH I DO....theyre all pretty random and non specific but if you want to hear me ramble about my girl drivers here u go

Charles: she's a non conventional fashion girlie...........she likes to dress quite femininely and and gets a lot of fashion based brand deals so she is often pairing skirts and such with her sportswear and it sometimes looks a bit silly. a lot of her fits are like...is it a fit or is she just really pretty and wearing designer lol. the skirt i drew her in is what I THINK would be her version of the quali pants, it's this knit skirt from gucci 💁‍♂️

Carlos: she is like two steps away from being a high bun lesbian. still keeps her FEM VIBES mostly because of family pressure. but the second she gets put in a dress its all a little . hm. youre a masc arent you.

Pierre: happy to be the paddock baddie like....she embraces it fully. she got a boob job and doesnt care if people know. constantly hints at being bisexual on instagram but will never confirm.

Esteban: the girl who had the most major glow up............and who has also had a bob her whole gd life. literally lives in a lulu jacket and yoga pants like its her uniform. she and pierre had the most toxic codependent girl friendship of all time. she's soooo so so tall and always got mad growing up because none of the boys liked her cause she was taller than them and got teased about it....still tall as fuck

Lance: my tall and beautiful wife...every few months she chops her bangs too short and everyone cries until they grow out again. she hates having hair in her eyes.... hates dresses and heels since she always sits with her legs out...gotta be comfy duh..

Fernando: milflonso............she was an it girl in her youth and then got divorced and came out as a lesbian and became an irresistible masc

George: the preppiest girl you can imagine she will never cut her hair AND she will wear a skort. extreme complex about being a tall girl.

Lewis: ultimate fashionista like she gets it....changes her hair a lot more than boy lewis....extremely in denial lesbian who dates the gayest men imaginable

Yuki: shes a hey mamas lesbian. she flirts so hard with pierre from like eye level with her huge boobs. kind of a fuckboy she swears she'll treat you rightttt come on babyyyy

Daniel: used to be such a hotgirl such a coolgirl like in her younger days she had long long hair and dressed sexy and was all about pushing this like....im a hot girl but im also so cool and just like the boys 😜 (she was overcompensating for something) but after she leaves redbull she like cuts off all her hair and slowly starts mascing the fuck out as she gets older.....now shes just straight up soft butch and everyone knows she kisses girls

Max: grew up forced to have the worst bowlcut in the world and never got to be very girly or anything so when she grew up she finally let her hair grow long and never cuts it. has barely any personal style and still cannot walk in heels tho.

Checo: arguably the one who cleans up the best like shes the one with the makeover montage everyone is so used to seeing her in red bull gear and a ponytail every damn day the second she puts on an outfit everyones like HELLO?????

Valtteri: used to be permanently in the low pony tail and attempting to dress acceptably business casual woman enough for things but after she left merc just embraced being a butch. has the same mullet as guy val. hallelujah

Guanyu: suuuuuch a fashion girl and absolutely rules instagram and weibo..........always doing photoshoots and stuff. experiments with cute hairstyles a lot, but always keeps her bangs ☝️

Alex: used to be super plain like wore big hoodies and just left her hair long and straight and hanging there until one day she got the chop+undercut going on.......now shes well aware shes everyones ideal boyfriend if he were a girlfriend.

Logan: my florida girl......my natural blonde with her little ponytail.....when she was growing up her parents definitely put her shirts like this

Lando: she is a racing driver as much as she is an influencer.............people discourse about if shes fanservicing like every 2 seconds. girl gamer and proud.

Oscar: she lives in gym clothes. nike pros or leggings every day with the most boring shirt. never does her hair or wears makeup

KMag: best mom everrrrrrr 🫶

Nico: she talks openly about how men are very intimidated by her. she is indeed kind of scary.

[spnj2fanlw]

Fic idea:

I have an idea I would love to read but I'm still totally blocked for writing so if any of my writer friends is taking asks or feels inspired by this I would love to read it.

Sam/Dean. One of them comes across a cursed wedding ring on a hunt and like Dean with the ballet shoes is compelled to put it on. When they do one magically appears on the other brothers finger. (The person they love most) At first it's great, the attention, introduced as husband etc but things turn sour really fast with jealousy and possessiveness and when the first brother tries to take the ring off to stop all this it won't come off, of course. Things quickly build to the second one going to do a murder suicide and it can only be stopped by an act of true love which makes both rings disappear leaving the brothers to have one hell of a conversation and hopefully some great getting together sex and happiness. Set anytime but I see more later years.

Could be funny or angsty

So anyone game??

@jinkieswouldyoulookatthis @need-more-meta @according2thelore @zmediaoutlet @ani-coolgirl @dyed-red @runawaydr3amerao3 @unsurprisinglyren @fandom-hoarder @sammichgirl

And anyone else who writes or can share to a writer I've forgotten here

[boywifesammy]

spn fic rec fest - 8

AUGUST 28 - episode codas

as before, i've tagged authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3. if you'd like me to remove the @, just lmk. @spnficrecfest for more info on the event.

034 - adrenaline by ani_coolgirl (@ani-coolgirl) 2x12 Nightshifter, Sam/Dean, 2k, E

Sam & Dean crash at a motel after the bank heist in Milwaukee, but they’re way too wired to sleep. i really had to restrain myself from putting every coda in the Every First Time series into this list :') the way ani writes the boys is perfect for episode codas/missing scenes because she just absolutely NAILS their characterization and tone of voice. i love how chaotic and desperate this fic is, it’s really like sam and dean are like two black holes collapsing into each other. very electric & sublime.

Hail, The Son by HandsAcrossTheSea 4x1 Lazarus Rising, Sam/Dean, 2k, E

When Dean comes back from hell, Sam’s buff & broody. With a little push from Dean, they rediscover the sexual relationship they had before. ok so this ones mostly on the list for being scorchingly hot and having one of my fav hell!headcanons, that sam&dean came back from hell with foreskin. dunno why but it has cemented in my brain and refuses to leave. its also so cozy seeing them find comfort in each other during really tough arcs like post-hell seasons, and this fic really exemplifies that <3

True Face by WetSammyWinchester (@wetsammywinchester) 12x11 Regarding Dean, Sam/Dean, 5k, E

Rowena can't undo Dean's amnesia curse. Sam deals with the aftermath. this fic is the perfect mix of angst with absolutely adorable wincest. its basically 5k of dean crushing hard on sam & being able to show it without inhibitions while sam has a mini freakout every time dean forgets who he is and finds their terrifying hunting gear lol <3 great fic

acid by goshen/applecrumbledore (@goshen-applecrumbledore) 11x17 Red Meat, Sam/Dean, 15k, E

Dean's romeo-juliet suicide attempt in red meat spurs Sam into starting a conversation about their codependency that Dean really does not want to have. ok so-- not TECHNICALLY a coda, because it veers away from red meat pretty quick, but i haven't recced one of goshen's fics in this fest yet and that's just plain wrong. the dahmer conversation in this is crazy and totally something sam serial-killer-junkie winchester would ramble about. i also loved the scene later on about sam pointing out how much they know about each other and how they’re basically synced up 24/7. i luv my codependent boys :3

Sometimes I Think It's A Sin by TatteredBurningWings/angelshotgun 4x22 Lucifer Rising, Sam/Dean, 3k, E

After accidentally freeing Lucifer, Sam is certain that Dean will want to kill him. He hopes that sex will put Dean in a better mood, at least. a voicemail fix it!!! this is my brand of angst, i cant explain it but i loveeeeee when characters feel that overwhelming sense of guilt & humiliation and push themself into doing whatever they can to appease the other person. this fic hits that little guilty-pleasure spot in my brain. plus its hurt with comfort and the ending is soft and a great ending to the scene ❤️

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Lost boys drabble

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

This is a request based on this post from @ria-coolgirl I hope you like it!

Paul was crouched in front of the little girl playing a game of peekaboo, in an attempt to comfort the crying child. Marko joined in by moving his hands back and forth in front of his face, changing his expression every time his face was covered. Together the two blondes managed to get the child to giggle and laugh, whatever she was upset about was forgotten.

Meanwhile Dwayne watched with a bleeding heart, he was proud that he had such caring brothers but was filled with rising anger, how could that girl’s parents just ignore their child? She was obviously upset about something!

David could sense Dwayne’s temper rising and he put a hand on the brunet’s shoulder, “Reign it in big guy, or do you need to step outside?”

“You better not cause any problems!” Max snaps from his place behind the counter as he watched the rowdy gang like a hawk watches prey. David shoots the man a hard glare,

“Dwayne isn’t going to be a problem, are you Dwayne?” The brunet grit his teeth and he felt his temper flare, but refrained from snarling and flashing his fangs when David squeezed his shoulder. Dwayne shook his head with a quick,

“No” he made his way out of the video store. David held Max’s gaze, a silent challenge. David smirked as the Head vampire grew outraged at the clear challenge of authority. David, satisfied with his display of power, tells the two blondes that it’s time to go. The three exit the video store, and meet their brother by their rides. Dwayne was angry, the others could tell. They could feel it, however the only physical indication that Dwayne was worked up was the fact that he was smoking a cigarette. David walks over to the brunet giving him a brief hug, that had the terror twins snickering in the background, followed by a middle finger from Dwayne as he hugged David.

“Look D, I know you have a soft spot for kids but we can’t keep em’ all. The three we have is already enough.” Dwayne sighs and nods.

“Three? Since when do we have three?” Paul asked confused.

“Well there’s Laddie, Marko and you, so that makes three.” Dwayne says while snubbing his cigarette and mounting his bike so they could leave. Paul’s mouth falls open and both blondes start protesting.

“Enough, we’re leaving now.” David orders and the two prepare to leave grumbling under their breath the whole time.

Taglist: @britany1997 @henhouse-horrors

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🦇💚🦇💚

Pairing: Dwayne, Chrysta, [Self Insert]

Warnings: ⚠️NSFW ahead!⚠️ Minors DNI

Divider made by @/mmadeinheavenn 🩷🩷

Taglist~ @misslavenderlady @themarginalthinker @ria-coolgirl @lostboys1987girl @sweetnspicyfruitlet

Notes: Yall this is my first ever full blown smut drabble so please don't judge me if it's bad 😭

[Likes, reblogs, comments and suggestions are appreciated!🍒🩷]

Dwayne was an animal. Dwayne was a predator.

He uses that dark and mysterious demeanor to all but pull you in. He tempts you with sweet nothings and gentle, shy touches just to lure you into his claws. He acts like a creature, calling you in with cries of heartache and longing. And once he finally has you in too deep, he makes sure you can't get out.

He keeps his teeth buried into your pure flesh, taints it with his crimson stained teeth. His jaw tight around your neck, like a wolf shaking out what life is left in a cornered doe struggling with all the strength in can as to hope to escape without a mark. But Dwayne always leaves a mark. He'd be sure of it.

He growled, low and guttural, feeling it course and ripple across the hot flesh clad against his frigid temperature. Her chest rising and falling pressed against his with those, weak little breaths as she found her lungs caving with the weight atop her and the overall way he just ripped the air directly from her lungs with each rut of his hips clashing roughly with her own.

Chrysta could all but lay there, hands clawing desperately at his dewy skin, leaving imprints of nails carved across his arms and streaked lines down his back. Her legs parted so far out they'd started to ache and grow sore, trembling virgously as they tried to stay coiled around his hips, but his fast, animalistic thrusts left her body unable to keep up. Her mouth opened with nothing, my strings of slurred praises and his name echoing of the caverns of his nest.

It wreaked of sex. The dampness in the air quelling with the ocean just outside and the heat emanating from the small space could have left a haze in the ruins of the hotel.

His eyes stayed trained in her the whole time- even when she couldn't keep her own on him, screwed shut off in her own world of euphoria, a few flutters of her lashes indicating when his dick had stroked that spot that made her eyes roll into the back of her head and her spine curve.

His cock pumped in and out of her needy slit at a verocity that was enough to make any woman cry, filling her walls and leaving no part of her aching cunt untouched by his thick length. Her warmth pulled him in like a temptress, a yearning to feel it over and over again whenever he'd pulled out and quickly plunge back in. He could feel that tension in him that was about to burst- yet he all but tortured himself, edging his body to keep this moment going, and wished it could last so much longer than it already had. His cock twitched and throbbed it almost hurt. Enough Chrysta could hear hisses between grinded teeth and a few harsh quiet 'fuck..'  Uttered out whenever her cunt clamped pathetically around his length slowly easing him back into her vice hold on him.

His strained thighs were glossy with her arousal painted across his lower half, her inner-thighs not looking any better whilst he fucked her into an incomprehensible haze, watching the way her wetness just spilled along his veined dick, feeling that pulsing ache in his body knowing it was all because of him.

"Look how fuckin' tight n' wet you are for me." He purred into her ear, hearing her whimper and that flutter of goosebumps crawling across her skin. His thick eyelashes kissed at her jaw, his faint stubble itching across her neck. Any touch that wasn't the feeling of his dick pounding away at her pussy was heightened, making her flinch slightly and her hips that where still held down by his large hands jolt.

He didn't need to hear anything but her moans fill his cavern and his head, like a lulling siren song he'd never ever refuse to hear night after night, wether it were himself eliciting the vocals from her, or one of his other mates. He could hear her thoughts, read those words repeating through her mind. 'More, more, more, more.'  And he was willing to give her everything she requested- even if it was the entire world.

One of his hands left her hip, that dark imprint of his hand and splotched bruises of his fingertips caused that stir in him again. His rough palm slowly caressed up toward her stomach, that slight bulge being the swollen head of his cock rolling up and down with each rough thrust. His palm rested atop of it, pressing down firmly enough to watch her stomach compress and a strained breath to escape her mouth- followed by a wanton sob as her hips jolted against him, her back arching.

"Oh, precious.." He cooed, her brain too melted enough to know if it was spoken with true adoration or mocking. His hand continued it's journey or gliding up her body, resting in between her breasts across her sternum. That heavy thumping of her heart nearly pounding out of her ribcage to leap into his hand nearly broke all restrain he had in that moment. He could feel his thick digits curling around the back of her neck, propping her head up with his wrist before he leeched onto her, lips finding her own in a messy kiss of tongue and saliva.

Her moans and whines were swallowed into his mouth, only breaking free when he'd parted just enough to crane his head to a better position or to the other side. That taste of blood invaded her mouth as his tongue languidly entered her mouth, fangs pricking at her bottom lip which he hastily lapped at any blood oozing from his marks.

He could feel her go frigid for a moment, a strangled gasp heaving from her chest as he only parted the kiss for a moment, a tendril of saliva connecting their lips.

"Dwayne."  She urged, her voice getting to that higher vocal he was all too familiar with. Her cunt tightened enough it almost made her have to slow down his quick pace as though afraid to break her.

"I know baby." He responded, a grunt and hiss following. "I'll get you there." He promised, thumb tracing circles into her jaw as his head resided into the crook of her neck. He guided his knees underneath her ass, propping her up just a bit against his hips till his dick could go as far as it could inside her, folding her over just a bit while propping her legs up along his hips.

He was about ready to break her. That inhuman energy and vampiric stamina had him bucking his hips so hard it made her body bounce, unable to keep her still underneath him. Her moans increased in pitch and became frequent as he urged her into an orgasm.

"Gonna cum for me, Dollface?" He smirked, a growl purrs from his throat, pressing needy kisses into her neck, feeling her pulse throb against his lips. "Fuck... You're just about ready to pop, aren't you?" He grunted as her cunt milked his length, urging him to just spill that building want into her, to pump his hot cum into her needy slit.

"Dwayne!" She choked out, her hands that were clawing at the sheets above her head finding his hair, tangling her fingers into his long dark tresses as her legs locked around his hips. Her vision started to go white, and her mind blanked, chanting his name as though it's the only thing her brain could comprehend.

He purred, eyes fluttering shut, ache pulsing through his dick now becoming unbearable, to a point one tear escaped from his earthy eyes, streaking down his face and falling onto her collarbone.

He used his unoccupied hand to finally tease her opening, his touch nearly featherlike as his middle-finger rubbed soft circles into the bud of her clit, watching her eyes snap open only to roll into the back of her head, back arching so hard he had to use his own weight to ease her down as a wanton moan falls out of her throat.

Her orgasm washed over her like hot fire, watching her essence pool out of her slit still stuffed with him inside. He gave one final rut of his hips before swiftly pulling out with a growl. Spurts of hot cum fall in ropes across her stomach, glistening in the dim candlelight with an inhuman glittery hue.

He pants heavily with breaths he doesn't even need. His breath fanning across her neck as he takes a moment to let her collect herself, her fingers still ripping at his dark hair. Not that he minded the pain.

"You doing okay, Chrysta?" He asked, his voice slightly husky as he brought his hand from her head, letting it back back into the pillows beneath her, and gentle took her wrists with and removed both her hands from his hair. "Still awake?" He had a wolfish grin you could almost hear as he said it.

"Mhm." She hummed softly, her hands weakly falling back against her chest. She looked rather dazed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and glazed over with a bliss as she still tried to reform her brain fucked into putty.

He chuckled, throaty and it made her body shake a bit. He propped himself onto his elbows, grabbing at the discarded sheets hanging off the bed and bringing them over to her figure underneath him.

He wiped off his seed oozing off her stomach down her hips, leaving a sparkly residue imprinted in her skin that she now thinks won't be coming out anytime soon. He also took the time to clean her up between her thighs, being as gentle as possible running the cool soft fabric across her sensitive cunt, making her heart flutter just a bit. He then brings it to his dick, cleaning off the concoction of their mixed fluids off his length, then merely tossing the sheet aside and easing himself back on top of her.

He rests his head atop her bare breasts, stroking his thumb across the underside of one before cupping if gently and placing a few stray kisses along the plush fat in his hand.

She sighed softly, running her hand through his hair which earned her a deep groan, his weight going lax on top of her, his other arm creeping under her back and wrapping around her. He didn't need to rest, yet something about having her in his arms after a fuck session like that made it hard not to relax.

"I'll take you home later, 'kay? Don't want to share tonight." He stated bluntly, his voice barely even above a whisper muffled against her skin. He felt a small giggling emit from her, making her chest shift. He could feel her playing with his hair, shifting a few strands into a braid.

"Yeah? I don't mind." She answered sweetly. "I just need a minute." She hummed, earning one back from Dwayne. She stops her braiding, simply running her fingers through his thick brown locks, looking up at the cavern ceiling, staring at nothing specific, just lost in thought.

"Hey, Dwayne?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

🩵❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞💙

@ria-coolgirl really inspired me with this idea and I HAD to write it super quick cause when I tell you I CRIED the first time I read ittt 😭😭 THAT LITTLE IDEA DID SOMETHING TO ME OK???

The cave was filled with silence. A peaceful lull than what it was used to, filled with noises of the little coven had resided, only the sound of crashing waves and rain outside the ruins of the hotel.

Deep into the rafters, however, it seemed one body was still awake. Paul laid on his stomach, deep blue eyes on the small baby that lay caged in his arms, gaze held intently, almost as though completely enamored by his own kin. Her little hand wrapped around his large finger, her big green eyes closed and hidden from his own behind her bright blonde lashes as she slept soundly, little snores followed by the rise and fall of her chest, something she didn't even need to survive, but the sight made his heart melt, her tiny figure secure in the safety of his lean forearms, swaddled lasily in a baby blue blanket.

The small tufts of crazy blonde hair like his own on her Itty bitty head, her chubby little body snuggling or tossing and turning to find any other warm in daddy's embrace, causing him a few adoring coos to leave passed pursed lips.

His long pointer finger grazing over her cheek made her stir just a bit, but she stayed sleeping soundly, almost moving carefully so the cold metal of his rings wouldn't make any contact to disturb her warmth. His sharp nail barely and gently ran against the soft skin of her cheek, careful not to make a sudden move that'd caused his talon-like nails to prick her skin. Stroking rosy bunches of chub starting from her chin all the way up to her temple.

It wasn't a disturbing sensation, it was so feather-like you'd think it was a dull hum in the back of your brain, a soft tickle in a dream, a touch you'd feel in vulnerable moments of your life that would cease tears or silence cries. It was a touch Paul had yearned for in his younger years from his own mother or father. A touch made with tenderness and love.

And he'd only felt such a way long in his eternal life, when he held his baby girl for the first time, when he heard her cry for him, or when she'd nurse from his thumb as a way to peacefully fall asleep, or her little sobs would calm the second she heard his voice in the unknown and darkness. He never thought he could feel so human when he was only a monster.

It seemed the sudden cracking of lighting startled the both of them. Echoing off the cave walls and it made Paul visibly jump - his fingers retracting into a fist. But it was too late. The sudden movement of his finger left an effect on his actions.

The gently tracing of his fingernail swiftly left a cut along the cheek of Tiffany, nothing too deep, but it began to grow visible with redness and the faintest trail of blood. She startled awake, mimicking Paul's jump, but her little body merely had the momentum of a flinch, her big, green eyes going big as saucers when she was taken from her sudden slumber to a stinging sensation on her cheek. Her small mouth parted as if to question what had happened.

Paul watched as the scratch slowly grew a vibrant red, like a strike of a wip to skin. His breath hitched, and he felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was the worst thing he could do: panic.

Tiffany's eyes slowly began to go glassy, and big tears fogging her doe-like orbs. Her little bottom lip quivered into a pout when she saw the shock and horror on her daddy's face.

Shushing and panicked whispers soon followed, a desperate Paul trying to calm a storm brewing that caused him more anxiety than the one outside. He carefully crept a hand beneath the back of her neck, the other fitted under her body, lifting her up carefully while sitting to his knees, holding her slightly away from him so he was able to inspect her. "Oh, don't cry, baby, please don't start..."

She let out a soft wail, rubbing her little fist into the slight cut to try and ease or remove the small sting it left on her.

Something about her cry made it more heartbreaking than the others, like she was confused about why her daddy thought to do this or if he'd done it on purpose. If he'd meant to hurt her.

In that moment, that thought consideration killed him inside more than stabbing him with a stake right then and there.

His large thumb ran over her face, swiping away tears from her thick wet lashes as she continued to cry, feeling him try to soothe her cut, cooing and shushing her softly. She continued to sob and whimper, opening her big eyes to gaze up at him, all glassy and puffy. It made a coil around his chest tighten, unable to fight the way his face twisted into something akin to the same expression he was seeing in front of him.

"Daddy didn't mean to." He whispered softly, bringing her close to him, his nose brushing through her whispy hairs. "He didn't mean to hurt you, sunshine." He rocked his slightly hunched body, kissing her cheek like pressing his lips to a porcelain doll. Tasting the bitter texture of tears against his lips, a prick of guilt pulling at his skin with each peck left to her face as though he could work some sort of magic and heal it with his touch.

Her wailing had reduced to hiccups and whimpers, but it was still a sound Paul never wanted to hear, a sound of fear and confusion, her eyes still so big and wide as if she was scared if him. Scared of her own father.

"Oh, please don't look at me like that, sunshine." He was pleading with an infant. A creature unable to even understand his words or notice the desperation he had in finding forgiveness from her. He now used his knuckle, cautious if the now sensitive skin, as he used the joint to stroke her cheek comfortingly. "I hate that look.."

Just when he thought he could he more than the thing he'd become. When he thought this little bit of hope - this little creature in his arms could heal a loneliness that ached in his chest cavity, he had done the thing he always did. He fucked up. He always fucked up. He could never keep anything safe and precious, clean and pure. He always had to break it, he always had to curse it with his touch, hurt and shatter it the moment it was placed in his hand. He had to act like a Monster.

He felt a tenderness grow in his throat, making it hard to swallow without it hurting. That tight feeling in his chest felt hot, pulsing through his skin and making it hurt. The guilt made him sick in his stomach. He'd stared off into space, frozen and unable to even aid his own daughter. Cause that's he always did. He always ran away when he'd felt like this when he'd been hurt. That's all he was good for.

Run away, Paul. That's all you're good for.

He was barely drawn away from his clouded mind by a mere tug, a slight pull. His eyes fluttered to focus, his gaze on the cavern wall slowly falling back to the small infant in his arms again. The slight sensation of growing fangs gnawing at the skin of his knuckle caused his finger to twitch, but not enough to pull away, watching as she carefully suckled on his finger.

Her tear stained face and small sniffles were pitiful, but she didn't cower from him, she didn't cry for her mother, and she didn't cry for him to run away. She felt safe, she felt comforted to ease back into a safety she knew she could always and only find in his arms.

He watched as those big eyes got heavy, fighting to stay awake, and it was almost as though an instinct he'd waited so long for kicked in.

He tried oh so carefully to shift himself into a criss-cross-legged position, shushing gently the whole time while shifting her into a position against his chest, making her he held her the way he'd been taught and told how many times before, slowly rocking himself side to side, feeling the way her little body grew heavier, and her weak little hold on his finger loosened.

He felt a quiet hum vibrate in his chest, slowly rising to his throat in a quiet tune of 'You Are My Sunshine' sung weakly, so quiet his voice cracked with the higher notes, unable to carry them in the vulnerable state he was in, but no one cared. His little one didn't seem to care for the lack of performance. If anything, he felt a flutter in his chest the way she nuzzled against his inframmary, enjoying the low hum with both the sensation and sound.

He continued to sing, he didn't know for how long, but it continued till he saw those eyes finally give in, and close, and her jaw go slack against his knuckle, her little fingers still wrapped loosely around his one he refused to pull away even still.

He'd always run away before. He'd ran away from everyone and everything that turned into something he couldn't control. But now, he had a problem cause the next time he'd run away and hide in the dark, little feet would follow behind and pull him right back. Pull him back to the light.

He tugged the blue blanket closer and tighter around her, keeping her secure in a warmth his own body could never give. Leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead, not a kiss of apology, or out of guilt like the many earlier, but a kiss of thanks. A thanks for healing that ache in his chest, the loneliness I'm his soul.

Thank you for being my sunshine.

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I to, was not safe from the baby fever... 😔✊️

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Favorite Snacks

OKKAYYYY as a celebration for my last midterm being FUCKING FINISHED!!!!! this idea popped into my head I cannot stress this enough and I haven't written in a while but so many people are being so sweet rn and are really making my days OK ILL STOP TALKING

Usual warnings nothing serious

What are the favourite snacks of the boys + Michael + Star?

Marko

starting strong with this one

if you guessed pop rocks then yeah

"I like the way it tingles >:)"

will not share any

because he's a little shit

BUT HE WILL GO

hey listen to this *opens mouth*

i think it also matches his personality

Dwayne

Junior mints

he likes the way it melts in his mouth

he's not really obsessed with it

so he would share bc he might eat ppl bc he's kind

he won't exactly jump for joy for it

but if he had to choose anything in a store it would be that

David

Michael

Popcorn

but not with flavor or butter

just plain

microwaved popcorn is the best kind

in his opinion

ABSOLUTELY HATES IT when it gets stuck in his teeth

he likes it when its dryer than his conversations w/Max

Paul

he is a Doritos guy

loves every flavor

goes nuts whenever he sees a vending machine for this sole reason

he does share <3

his favorite would be extra cheese

same bestie

really loves it when they put characters on the bags

hey man its either this or Oreos

Star

MY WIFFFEE

likes takis

extra flaming takis

"Star how the FUCK do you eat that"

"You want some?"

"NO"

she is unfazed by it

is this historically canon? idgaf

absolutely loveesss them

also her snacks are safe from theft bc its too spicy for the guys

Michael

David

He says its barbecue chips

to look manly and tough ig

but its gummy worms

he enjoys gummy worms

like if you wanted to make him trust you?

get him a bag of those bad boys

and he will protect you with his life

he thinks nobody knows this "secret shame"

but even oily sax guy knows

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING! I needed to cheer up after this bullshit of a week :p

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𝕋𝕃𝔹 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕪

Summary: how Lucy wins over the boys

Tags: General mom behavior, implied drug use, fluff, mentions of loss of family

Asked by @ria-coolgirl

Lucy is the mom of moms. After the wildchild life she lived and the hardass dad that Grandpa E used to be, she wanted to be someone who took care of everyone. She wanted to make every young person who crossed her path feel loved, seen, and safe.

She is used to being a boy mom. But now that she's unofficially adopted all TLB as her own sons, she's got more than she can handle. She wants to be very hands-on with them in the beginning. Bringing them gifts, checking their clothes for holes, and sewing them, making sure they're eating and getting enough rest. But the boys have been on their own for quite some time. They're not so familiar with the motherly loving that Lucy tries to offer them.

After a while she realized, if they didn't want something from her, they just wouldn't take it. She took to leaving snacks and new clothes on the back porch of her dad's house as if the boys were wild animals. Sometimes they took jackets, or snacks and sometimes when she checked the next night, the gifts would still be there. She never knew when to expect them.

Lucy knew that Michael hung out with TLB pretty regularly, and that he would spend the night with them somewhere... but she didn't exactly know.

For the first few years she hardly ever saw the boys. She could hear them in the next room over, being loud and knocking stuff over whenever Michael had them over. But when she would try to go into the room to see them in a few moments they would be out the window and back into the night.

Now, this was not because the boys were scared of her. For the first few months, they were SURE she was some informant for Max so that he could spy on them. Then, after that, Marko had got it in his head that Lucy was actually a Martian who replaced Michael's mom when they passed through New Mexico. And Mike had to explain to him how New Mexico was, in fact, to the East of Arizona.

Then boys were just leery of her because she was "an adult," but mostly, they were just scared that she was trying to be their mom. They had their own mothers many many moons ago. They missed their human families, and Lucy offering her motherly love brought back feelings they had long since pushed away.

She didn't know this, and the boys especially didn't express this.

But Lucy, ever persistent, did her best to be kind to them. She made cookies and cakes, she left them scarfs she'd made, or anything she could think of that they might want or use. She left new socks, new gloves, sewing thread, new needles, and she tried her damnest to show them she wasn't there to be a mean stepmother.

Pau was unsurprisingly the first to accept her love. He was in Grandpa E's house in the bathroom, trying to get something out of his tangled hair to no avail. The other boys had left without him (unbeknownst to him), and Lucy was there doing Michael's and Sam's laundry, as she didn't like doing it at Max's house. (She says his machine is too complicated for her.) Lucy was carrying a load of laundry upstairs to Mike's room when she heard some grunting and cussing coming from the bathroom. Paul was too focused on getting the tangled mess of twigs and stickers (grass stickers) from the back of his head after he fell through a bush. He only heard someone coming up the stairs and figured it was David or Dwayne and called them into the bathroom for help. To his horror, Lucy came through the bathroom door carrying a load of fresh, clean, laundry.

He stood there, frozen, remembering how he and the boys had been so adamant about avoiding her for the past few years. Lucy didn't think of any of that, none of how they had been scurrying from her view had crossed her mind. All she saw was one of her boy's having trouble with his hair. She immediately put the laundry down and rushed to his side with a, "oh sweetheart, let me help you."

Paul was frozen with fear. Not because he was actually afraid of her, but because he worried what David would say to him when he found out that Paul let Lucy corner him. He couldn't see a way out of the bathroom without pushing her out of the way, and he didn't really wanna hit a woman (much less Mike's mom). She hused his concerns and turned his head to see what he was trying to get at in his hair. "Oh honey, this is not a one man job." She sat on the edge of the tub and called him to sit between her legs so she could try and get the burrs out. Paul eyed her and the door. He REALLY was torn between rushing out of the bathroom and letting her help him. If his head wasn't hurting him so bad he might have taken off, but he, defeated, walked over to Lucy and sat his butt down on the rug by the tub.

He was nervous, to say the least. "Hand me the brush, sweetheart." She called from behind him, and he put his arm over his shoulder with the hairbrush. She was very gentle, and she sat with him for HOURS, gently brushing his hair out and getting all the twigs and stickers out without pulling on his hair. After the first hour, he relaxed immensely. She talked to him about her mom and how she would brush her hair out. She told him how Sam and Michael used to have MUCH longer hair and how she would have to brush theirs out when they fought in bushes. Paul learned soooo many of Michael's secrets and childhood stories. He loosened up and let Lucy brush his hair out, and when he did, he started purring. It caught him and Lucy by surprise.

She stopped brushing and started at the blond boy sitting between her legs, and Paul stated straight ahead and the open door. He was embarrassed; mortified. He wanted to shrink away and pretend he never did that. Lucy could feel that he was ashamed, so she did what any mother would do to calm her child. She patted his head, continued to brush his hair out, and finished her story like nothing happened. This put him at ease a bit, and he let her continue. He tried his best to keep the LOUD purring away, but continued to vibrate softly while she brushed him.

After that night, Paul was around Lucy as much as Sam and Michael. He helped her with any chores she had and happily ate the food she made and kept the gifts she gave him. The other boys were still suspicious of her but soon Marko and Dwayne came around to her. After they ate some of the lasagna she gave Paul, they changed their tunes. Paul and Lucy got pretty close, the mama's boy of the group.

Marko and Dwayne sat with Paul and Lucy on one of their smoke sessions soon thereafter. Lucy and Paul chose one night a month for them to watch romcoms together. They'd watched about 5 at this point, and Marko and Dwayne got curious about what they were up to and decided to watch from a distance. The saw Paul rolling something and hand it to Lucy, and the both of them sat on the couch, smoking and eating popcorn while they watched their "girly movie".

They were watching 'Somethings Gotta Give'. Marko and Dwayne were miming Jack Nicholson putting on his driving gloves, making fun of David and the way he puts on his gloves.

By the end of the movie, they were sitting on the floor by the couch and crying.

David on the other hand does not want anything to do with her. He sees the boys hanging out with her as a betrayal to their mothers. He feels angry at them, and deeply saddened for the loss of his mother. It brings up feelings and memories for him that he has pushed away for centuries.

He stops hanging out with Michael as much and starts to stay in the cave longer. His depression getting the better of him. Lucy notices this immediately, and she understands his pain. She was lost when her mother passed. It was something that still hurts her deeply, and when she thinks of it, she has to stop and breathe deeply. She gives him his space. Lucy knows that she is not trying to erase the memory of their mothers, and that she is certainly not trying to replace them. She understands wholly that the boys loved them, and that they had their own lives before her. She is patient and kind with her vampire stepsons when they need it, but she takes pride in caring for them and guiding them when they need it. And in turn, they guide her as a fledgling.

Most days, she prefers to learn from the boys more than Max. He's a special kind of teacher, where you're thrown to the sharks, rather than taught how to do something.

David actually came around to Lucy when he saw her scolding him for being too harsh on the boys. David is incredibly protective of his clan, and anyone he has claimed as "his". He hates when Max yells or threatens his brothers or Michael, but when Lucy saw Max yelling at Paul, she stepped in and stopped him. David was actually impressed how instinctively stepped in between them-faster than he could. She gently scolded Paul and sent him on his way, and turned around and snapped at Max- very momma bear instincts.

David took to watching her more closely after that. He was intrigued by her and her "mom" tendencies.

He was always peculiar about how she behaved with his brothers. How attentive she was of Mike and Sam. She scolded them and teased them like any mom, and yes, when she needed to, she yelled at all of them. But mostly, she just wanted to keep them safe and happy.

While he wasn't entirely ready to accept her the way they had, he was likely never going to let her brush his hair like Paul did. On the next Romcom night, he sat on the arm of the couch and silently ate popcorn with the group. He didn't make any comments, he didn't get any closer to Lucy, but he sat and smiled with her, his brothers, and Mike and Sam.

Lucy is more than happy with this.

[digitalmeowmix]

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So I finally caved (haha get it? cause the boys live in a- yeah I’ll see myself out) and made a tlb oc lol

Meet Florian!

Florian is 19, and moved down to Santa Carla with money saved from his job, having saved up to move from his jobs town once he was out of high school. A couple friends of his had plans to move down here and while he hadn’t really heard much of the town before moving but he had always liked the beach so he took the chance for a fresh start and moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment with one of his friends.

Once he finally got unpacked he decided to have a look around the town, both looking for something to do around the area and for somewhere to work.

He’s seen some pretty cool people down on the boardwalk, and really thinks he’s going to like it here.

He’s a little jumpy at times, while he doesn’t particularly like confrontation, he knee-jerk reaction to any aggressive behaviour and will likely match the energy of whoever he’s talking to.

Not the most trusting person initially but it’s pretty easy to get him to open up. Relatively easy going, up for trying any activity or adventure, and genuinely enjoys meeting new people. He’s also for a bit of a sweet tooth.

some extra info:

Likes: Rain, most animals, alternative fashion, the beach, marine life, aquariums, bright colours.

Dislikes: very hot weather, aggressive behaviour, bright lights, large crowds, smoke, gasoline

Hobbies: going on walks, rollerblading, swimming, embroidery, reading, drawing, playing guitar.

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Thank you to (and I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, if you do I’m sorry!) @ria-coolgirl , @misslavenderlady , @hypocriticaltypwriter ,@anxiouslittleweirdkid and anyone else who has for posting about and having blogs for your tlb ocs, yall really inspired me and made me want to make my own, so thanks for that! Love seeing your guys’ characters on my dash and what not.

Also to the other tlb blogs I’ve seen, yall are super cool and I love seeing you on my dash 

[britany1997]

Quali-tea Time

A request from @riz-coolgirl of a Lost Boys tea party:) hope you like this!

Poly! Lost Boys and Laddie

(Sorry for this poorly edited pic, I just think it’s silly🤪)

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

The boys were huddled around the fountain in the cave’s main alcove. Dwayne had called a “coven meeting” and the other boys were staring at him expectedly.

“Did you know we could call meetings?” Paul whispered to Marko.

“You two actually can’t,” David told them while tapping ash off of his cigarette, “we don’t need to hear any more ideas about looting a hospital.”

Marko crossed his arms and pouted.

“Alright listen up,” Dwayne said garnering the boys’ attention, “Laddie wants to have a tea party and we’re all gonna go. No. Complaints.”

Paul perked up immediately, “you mean with the sandwiches and shit? Sign me up!” He said enthusiastically.

Marko bit his thumb, “I’m actually busy that day,” he told Dwayne, “so I won’t be able to make it.”

Dwayne crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, “and what day would that be?” He asked.

“He didn’t say which day idiot,” David said, slapping Marko on the back of the head. Marko cringed.

“Marko,” Paul said, turning to Marko looking deadly serious, “there will be sandwiches. Get your shit together.”

Dwayne actually wasn’t sure that Laddie was going to be able to get his hands on any real food or drinks for the party, but Paul didn’t need to know that.

“Listen, he’s got it all set up in his room now,” Dwayne told them, “he really wanted to do this and we’re gonna be good brothers and attend his tea party. Got it?”

“I’m so there bud!” Paul said.

Marko sighed and David rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go,” Dwayne said.

As Paul skipped over to Laddie’s alcove, Dwayne pulled Marko and David back by the collars of their jackets.

“If you ruin this for him, there will be consequences,” Dwayne whispered into their ears, “I’ll give you a minute to fix your attitudes, and then I’ll see you inside.” He told them before pushing past them into Laddie’s room.

Marko turned to David, biting his thumb once again, “Is it bad that that turned me on?” He asked.

David groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Just get in there,” he said through gritted teeth.

As Marko and David walked in, they were greeted with the sight of Paul and Dwayne cramped into tiny chairs around what looked to be a coffee table. Next to them were various stuffed animals and dolls holding porcelain teacups decorated with floral patterns.

The sight of Dwayne’s knees pressed against his chest as he was seated in a chair obviously meant for a child normally would have had Marko crying laughing, but Dwayne’s stern gaze was keeping him in check. Marko gulped.

David gestured to a spot next to a porcelain doll with huge eyes and a permanent smile etched onto her face. “All yours man,” he said to Marko.

Marko paled, “no, no, no David,” he protested, “leaders first, after you.”

David stared at the doll and cringed. Neither of the boys moved.

Laddie walked up to David and tugged on his sleeve, “you don’t like my doll?” He asked, tears threatening to fall from his brown eyes.

Dwayne watched them with eyebrows raised.

David sighed, “that’s not it Laddie,” he said, kneeling down until he was eye level with the small child, “it’s just that Marko and I both want to sit next to your pretty dolly so badly, and there’s only one chair.”

Laddie smiled, “that’s no problem!” He told David, dragging the chair that had been next to Paul, over to the other side of the doll, “now you both can sit next to Isabella!”

“Great,” David said through clenched teeth.

Marko and David took their seats next to the doll as Laddie came over and handed them each tea cups.

Dwayne stuck his pinkie out and sipped his pretend tea, while Paul opened a flask and poured it into his cup.

Marko looked at him inquisitively.

“What,” Paul asked, “just because there aren’t any real refreshments at this party doesn’t mean we can’t bring our own!”

Marko rolled his eyes.

Laddie picked up his own cup. “I’d like to make a toast,” he announced.

The boys raised their cups.

“To having the best brothers in the whole world” he said smiling.

The boys shot them back their own smiles, “I’ll drink to that,” Marko sighed happily, as the boys all clinked their cups together.

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spn fic rec fest - 7

AUGUST 22 - gen fics

as before, i've tagged authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3. if you'd like me to remove the @, just lmk. @spnficrecfest for more info on the event.

What You're Looking For by ani_coolgirl (@ani-coolgirl) Sam-centric, 1.5k, T

Post-finale, Sam's getting old and needs Dean Jr's help. i truly cannot speak highly enough of ani’s writing. their first time series was the reason i got back into spn and for good reason!! this fic always gets me in the feels and its because of how well done the characterization is while still being achingly foreign. like you can tell that this is sam but hes so old&worn that hes all grief and nothing else. MAN! so good. also the safe’s password being deans birthday made me have many thoughts.

Ellie's Giant by cordelia_gray Sam-centric, 1.2k, G

“A mute giant with sad eyes lives at the end of Ellie's street.” this fic stayed on my mind for AGES after i first read it. as someone who was nonverbal for a while when i was at my lowest it hit close to home. also the idea of this little kid looking up at a scarred and traumatized sam and seeing a powerful strong but kind giant is so sweet <3

Life's A Walking Shadow by Lise (@veliseraptor) Sam-centric, 1.6k, T

“AU. When Sam gets out of the Cage decades have passed.” AHHH!!! PAIN!!! this one hurts so so so good. i can imagine old dean speaking with sammy and its been so long and everything is different but the same and its such a bittersweet ending for them. also i LOVE the detail of sam only knowing enochian when he came back. it inspired me a lot and i sorta spun that into something similar in one of my fics!

Submerged by ever_dimming Dean-centric, 4.6k, T

Dean goes out for a coffee and is triggered into a catatonic state. He’s found by a doctor from a nearby hospital. PTSD girlie recs another trauma episode fic. who is surprised </3 but seriously this is a great little read that gives u this super emotional, raw look at dean that we usually dont get. his conversation with sam at the end also pulls at my heartstrings

heavy hitter by h0lm3stuck Dean-centric, 1k, T

Aftermath of a hunting accident that leaves Dean with brain damage. i love fics that explore the physical & mental effects of the hunting lifestyle, ESPECIALLY tbi & brain damage stuff. its such emotional content seeing sam & dean in those situations. the angst is strong in this fic and its even more bittersweet since sam is still hanging onto hope.

No Doubt by @crucifixinhell Dean-centric, 1k, M [noncon, underage] (TW: underage SA)

“‘Truth is,’Henriksen says, ‘your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place.’ Dean feels himself flinch hard enough to rattle the chains around his wrists.” this is a heart wrenching fic. it touches on childhood SA in a way that isnt graphic but still so loaded. it doesnt have to be spelled out because deans words say everything you need to hear. the line ‘it can’t matter because if it did then it all matters, and it can’t’ really got me. its a thought that ive played around with a lot in my own writing and it hits me so hard every time.

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