#except that sammy piece

[daveisalive]

ok and here is all my art fight attacks as promised! (honestly, I could do like 1 or 2 more but I kinda wanna sleep and I'm happy with how many I did in the end)

characters and their creators:

red / https://tako-owowo.tumblr.com/

edmond leroux / https://artfight.net/~TheMomentWhen-

amanda / https://artfight.net/~Hanweko

dae / https://larissa-the-scribe.tumblr.com/

A1-IC3 (Alice Harlow) / https://artfight.net/~Brandini-Panini

birb / https://artfight.net/~Cretin

steel fang / https://artfight.net/~b1tehard

spine / https://artfight.net/~AbyssalWyvern

bug mage / https://artfight.net/~Squished_Bug

bear / https://omokers.tumblr.com/

chance and adriel / https://artfight.net/~Brandini-Panini

alba / https://artfight.net/~DustyVixen

yugoth and tiavel / https://artfight.net/~Artha-Demon

marley and faust / https://artfight.net/~Tensie_

gwen / https://yunichi.carrd.co/

the rat / https://www.tumblr.com/thereisabearonmyceiling (will post separately due to technical issues)

[bettystonewell]

ANOTHER NOTCH ON HIS BELT

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Every little part of him is holding onto every little piece of her, and any other woman he’s been lucky enough to escape his life with. Even if it’s only for the night - or - Dean replaces intimacy with sex. 18+ only

Word Count: 1.2k words

Tags/Warnings: lil’ bit of SMUT, casual sex, Dean needs a hug, light angst

A/N: Summary inspired by the lyrics of the song “Tough” by Lewis Capaldi.—————————————————————Read on AO3 || Masterlist

He loves the sex. 

Needs it. 

Craves it. 

The closeness it gives him. The warmth of someone else surrounding his hardened body. Touching, feeling, writhing below or on top of him. He doesn’t care. 

Even with the scrapes and bruises he doesn’t remember which ugly bastard he ganked giving them to him, he’s not ashamed. He just wants to fill up his heart with affection to get him through the next death he knows is inevitable, no matter how hard he tries.

It’s something he can’t escape, except maybe for the night. Tonight, if he’s lucky.

As she pours him another cup, and places the pie he ordered beside his now empty plate, he pretends not to notice. It doesn’t mean he’s not watching. He just continues to hold the conversation with Sam while listening to her greet someone new.

Her voice carries like silk over the chatter of people and the ringing coming from the door. Her hands are clean, her skin soft and inviting as she pulls out her notepad and pen. 

He flicks his head up to exchange a glance, and she actually winks at him. “Can I get you anything else?” 

“Sammy?” He looks his brother’s way, but brings his gaze back to her the second he’s answered.

“Thanks,” he says and reads the badge pinned to her blouse aloud. “That’s a pretty name.” 

The girls in these dives they eat at are always perfect in his eyes. Their lives are just so, even if they don’t see it. 

No scars, at least not from weapons. Pliable flesh he can sink his fingers into. Grab, smooth, lick, taste. Sweet perfume that would fill a home he knows has things littered with the apple pie life he once thought he wanted. 

He’ll tell no one he still does.

He’ll also never tell Sam that’s the real reason he doesn’t bring them to the motel anymore if he can avoid it. It’s easier to leave them when he wakes up and feels out of place.

She walks away, back to the counter whence she came with hips that sway in time to the tick of the dusty old clock on the wall. Past the other patrons and tables full of more coffee and mediocre food. 

Chicken served in nugget form. Sandwiches lathered in sauce. It may be swill and smell closer to ass than edible, but if he plays his cards well, he’ll be devouring something far better tonight.

“Don’t wait up,” he says after downing the scalding liquid in one go. He’s done with waiting. Just needed the last boost of confidence before he goes in for the kill.

He stands up and grabs his phone. Brushes down his jacket, checking there’s nothing on it from the hunt, and looks up to the smile that caught his eye again. 

She’s watching him.

“Don’t do the hot coffee thing,” Sammy bitches, as he walks away.

But while Dean ignores him, a split second frown sours his face. He refuses to let his baby brother see the remark stings. 

It’s not about dipping his stick in the oil, but he’ll let Sam believe it is. The facade is easier than admitting the truth.

He steps up to the counter, where she’s taking some other chumps order, and raises the cup he never put down to gain her attention. There might be a suave grin thrown her way. Definitely a twinkle in his eye.

“Can I get another, sweetheart? Hot, and…just like you?” There’s a wag of his brow now.

“Sure thing, hun,” she says with a chuckle that makes her even more desirable. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is.

He wants to taste. He wants to touch. He wants her arms wrapped around him while he holds her tight. So he takes the opportunity presented to him. A brush of his fingers on hers when she hands the smooth ceramic back to him. Lingering as he gauges for any reaction. Any hint that she’s interested in being his comfort for the night.

“Thanks,” he says through a grin of goof and charm, and she smiles. Doesn’t even move her hand, and he knows he’s in with a chance.

“Can I get you anything else…?” she asks.

“Dean.” He winks.

“Dean,” she repeats, and he wants to hear it again. Underneath him. On top of him. Legs wrapped ‘round his waist as she chants it into his ear. 

He’d settle for it once if it was on her doorstep, following an ‘I had a good time last night,’ and so he’s bolder. His choice of words, just as. “Any chance you’re getting off soon?”

And she chuckles, hearty and soft. Nods her head in consideration, tongue playing with her cheek as she looks him over nice and slow. “You don’t beat around the bush, huh, Dean?” 

“Depends on the carpets,” he says. 

It’s cheesy and cringe and doesn’t even make much sense, but it works. She’s placing the pot of coffee down, leaning in closer to him, hovering over him a couple of hours later in a room that’s both foreign in foundation and comfort.

Plush bedding that’s clean. No smoke or dust or grime in sight. 

A light that never flickers and appliances that don’t buzz.

There’s a thigh on either side of him, bent at the knees just as he wanted. A sheen of sweat between. Her hands, warm and soft, creep over his skin, tracing patterns with tingles that curl his toes and tense the muscles in his shoulders and glutes.

His arms pull her down on him, pushing himself further into her. Giving her more of him, and she moans. He does, too. The squeeze of her walls on the covered tip of his dick is wonderful, but it’s the look in her eyes that does it for him. 

There’s a connection, now, even if there might be none come morning. This lust that he can mistake for adoration is what he needs. What he craves.

He’s wanted. She feels. Her body is alive, and she cries his name. 

“You like that, baby?” he asks with a snap of his hips, savouring the next sound she makes. If they go another round, he’ll do it again. When he’s alone with just his hand, he’ll chase it with the memory of her trembling lips, thighs and chest.

He’s pulling her tit into his mouth. Wide to capture as much of her smooth skin as he can. He’ll remember the saltiness, too. The way her nipple pebbles as his tongue swipes over and around it. The way her pelvis rocks.

She’s grinding down on him. Her fingers are tugging into his hair, and as her nails scrape down to the nape of his neck, he’s pulling her stomach to his. 

He’s grabbing her ass and raising it up. He’s chasing both their highs.

And when it hits, and he feels his balls tighten, and her around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth, he’s burying his nose into the junction between her hairline and ear. Inhaling the soap and shampoo. Her perfume. The sweat on her skin. He’s taking it all in and holding her tight.

In this moment, she’s his. 

The closeness she gives him. The warmth of her surrounding his hardened body. Touching, feeling, writhing on top of him.

He craves her.

He needs her.

And he’ll continue to, because it’s not just about sex. He loves the intimacy.

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Coming soon! - Must Love Dogs - 24/01

(Dean’s POV - Humour - 900 words)

The Colonel needs to take a leak. Rather than risk the stench of dog piss in their already rank motel room, Dean, begrudgingly, obliges. It’s lucky(?) he does, because Dean will always pick up. —————————————————————TAGLIST- If you’d like to be tagged, lmk.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

hear me out---- pregnant reader with sam, and they're in his bed, literally just spending the whole night talking and softly/lazily making out, and sam rubbing her tummy and just being so happy 😭😭🥲🥹

PAIRING: sam monroe x pregnant!reader

FLUFF ❦

As you shifted on the bed, the old mattress creaked beneath your weight. Ignoring it, you simply curled up closer to Sam's warm body. Your boyfriend's room was currently in the middle of being a pure darkness, except for the soft dim glow of the street lamp that filtered through one of the windows, giving a light over the mess of tangled blankets and your bare skins.

His hand rested on your belly, fingers splayed out like he was trying to feel every tiny, little movement, every bigger or smaller sign of life. You weren’t even that far along yet, just enough to start showing, but Sam had this new quiet obsession, he'd not admit to, with touching your stomach. Like he still couldn’t believe there was a tiny little person in there - his kid - growing day by day before his eyes.

You smiled, bringing your hand up to trace your fingertips over the sharp curve of his jaw. “You’re staring.. again.”

Sam huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing idly over the soft skin of your belly. “Yeah, well… can you blame me?” voice all low and sleepy, like he was drifting in and out of consciousness, yet still stubbornly fighting sleep because he wanted to talk to you...or makeout..both things were considerable

“I mean, look at you,” he continued, lips curving against yours as he leaned in, pressing the softest, laziest kiss to your mouth. “Carrying my kid and still looking like the prettiest damn thing in the world. Kinda unfair if you ask me.”

Your fingers carded through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp as he hummed contentedly. “You’re so corny,” you teased quietly

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam’s lips found yours again, kisses slow like he had all the time in the world to just love you.

Then Sam pulled back slightly, nudging his nose against yours. “What do you think they’ll be like?” he murmured.

Your fingers played with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “Who?”

“Our kid, obviously.” hand pressing a little firmer against your lower belly. “You think they’ll look more like me or you?”

“I hope they get your eyes.”

Sam huffed. “I hope they get your smile.”

You thought for a second. “I really hope they don’t get your temper.”

Sam snorted, playfully biting at your lower lip before pulling away. “Hey, I’m a changed man.”

You gave him a look. “Sam.”

“…Okay, a man working on it.” He smirked before his face softened again. “But seriously. I just—” He exhaled, like he was trying to piece together the thoughts swirling, twirling and twisting in his head. “I just want them to have a good life, y’know? Not—” He paused, swallowing. “Not like mine was.”

You cupped his face, rubbing your thumb gently over the cheekbone. “They will, Sammy.” Your voice quiet, trying to avoid waking everyone up “They'll have us, our families..all the love you've learned about in that book your mom gave you"

Sam rolled his eyes before staring at you for a long moment. He ducked his head, pressing his face into the crock of your neck. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close as he could without also crushing you. “God, I love you,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

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[yameoto]

(EX) BABYSITTER!SAM HEADCANONS inspired by this excellent oneshot

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

nsfw

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

[racoonblossom]

Okay okay I wanna request Dean with a virgin / innocent reader, who doesn't get any hints, having their 1st time. Like that girl was just never interested in such stuff because she never had a man

Hints | MDNI

summary: Your a sweetheart who just can't take hints, especially when Dean makes it known he wants you.

warnings: unprotected p in v (pls wrap before tap), fingering, oral (f receiving, virgin!reader

pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

word count: 1.9k

note: Thanks for the request!!! Ending is a little rushed soz, hope this is alright :)))

You were in your mid 20s and had never done anything except a few kisses here and there. It didn’t bother you at all, so what if you were a virgin? You were a hunter and didn’t have time for useless stuff like sex.

You were currently in Deans impala, a fellow hunter who you worked with and stayed with when you were in town. You loved him and Sammy, they were always taking care of you. Sadly Sammy had to stay back at the bunker to research so you and Dean were left driving around interviewing people.

“Alright… I think it’s just up ahead” you smiled sweetly at the older Winchester, you were on your way to interview a women who says she saw a monster kidnap her boyfriend.

Dean smirked glancing sideways at you, before turning his attention back to the road. “Okay sweetheart, what house did Sammy say it was?” He reached over giving your thigh a firm squeeze. Dean was always touchy, you thought he was just a friendly guy. I mean you saw him touch other women like this all the time.

“Number 21” you smiled reaching down to firmly squeeze the hand he had on your thigh. Dean pulled the impala to a stop, his hand never leaving your thigh. He glanced over at you as he began shifting closer, you grabbed your fake badge from the bag on the floor before sitting up straight to see Dean very close.

“Yknow sweetheart I always thought you were beautiful” he smirked brushing a piece of hair out of your face. Dean was so clearly trying to get into your pants, but you didn’t get that.

“Awh thanks dean! You’re such a sweet guy!” You patted his shoulder getting out of the car, Dean groaned sitting back in his seat. Why did you never get the hint?

After the Interview Dean flirted with you the entire trip home, you felt overjoyed. You thought he was just in a happy mood, which made you happy. Once the car pulled into the bunker garage you got out leaving Dean in anger and confusion. He didn’t understand. He was hitting on you so clearly and all you did was say sweet things like “thanks Dean!” “Awh you’re the gorgeous one” or just giggle sweetly at him.

Dean huffed and puffed into the kitchen grabbing the first beer he could see. Sam, who was sitting at the kitchen table, glanced up at him in confusion. “Dude. It’s 11am, have some water.” Dean rolled his eyes slumping down across from Sam. Dean took a swig before clearing his throat.

“What’s y/n's type? I mean- I’ve been trying to get into her pants for months. And nothing.” Sam chuckled shaking his head, brushing hair back.

“Yeah I know, it’s so obvious” Sam smirked seeing Dean groan. “Exactly! It’s obvious! So am I just not her type?” Dean stared at Sam who fell silent, Sam was the only one who knew you were a virgin. Blame it on a drunken confession.

“Uh dude.” Sam stared at Dean, Dean stared back confused. “What?” Sam sighed checking the doorways before whispering to Dean, “she’s a virgin, nev-“

Deans jaw dropped “Her!? Y/n!? A virgin!?” Sam shushed him. “Yeah and it’s a secret so don’t tell her I told you! She just… she’s just never been with a guy so I guess she doesn’t understand all these hints your throwing at her” Dean nods, it all made sense to him now. Dean scooped up his beer taking a long swig before slamming it down. “I’m going to go talk to her.” Sam straightened up “Dean- no you ca-“ before Sam could finish Dean had rushed through the halls to your room, fist banging on the door quickly.

You paused the Scooby Doo you had playing and ran to the door. “Dean? What’s wrong?” You were worried, why was he so urgent? Instead of speaking Dean pressed his lips onto yours, you stumbled back. “W-what was that for?” You used a thumb to swipe across your bottom lip, did dean just kiss you?

“Sweetheart I’ve been trying to get into your pants since day one.” You practically turned red at that statement. Dean was always so blunt. “I-I- what- no no no” you shook your head as Dean stepped closer, you backed up until the back of your knees hit the bed making you sit down.

“I’ve been throwing you hints all day long, so yes or no?” Dean crossed his arms. You were shocked, mouth opening and closing like a fish. No way this was happening, you didn’t even know what was happening.

“Dean no I’ve- I- I’ve-“ Dean scoffed cutting you off. “Never had sex I know” you furrowed your brows staring up at him in confusion, “Sam told me, he has a big mouth and can’t shut up.” You groaned rolling your eyes.

“Dean I’ve never had the urge too” you shrugged pushing some hair out of your face, you knew you were blushing like crazy now. Dean sighed crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. “I can teach you- show you- fuck you- your choice” you yelped covering his mouth with your palm at how blunt he was.

“Dean! That’s so vulgar!” You giggled, this was a huge joke to you. Dean rolled his eyes rolling his hips against yours. You let out a moan at the sudden movement, and a sudden sensation flooded over you.

“W-what did you just do?” You gave him puppy dog eyes as you looked up at him. Dean sighed leaning his lips close to yours, “Can I kiss you sweetheart?” Your eyes widened. You would never have said yes, you didn’t do stuff like this. You didn’t crave stuff like this but that glimpse of pleasure made you want more. You nodded hesitantly and at that movement deans lips crashed against yours. You had no idea what to do, your previous kisses had been small pecks. Dean pulled away with a chuckle.

“Never even made out with someone?” You stayed still frozen, you felt uneasy. You had never experienced this current feeling, it made you squirm slightly. Dean sighed “alright enough teasing, can I?” “can you what?” You voice was just above a whisper, you were blushing like crazy. Dean smiled softly.

“Can I be your first? I’ll be gentle I promise “ he smirked, you waited a few moments going over things in your head. I mean sex? It was simple enough you thought. You nodded softly and at that dean moved you to lay your head on the pillows. He hooked his fingers into your waistband, looking up at you for permission. You nodded softly and he pulled your jeans down along with your underwear.

You pushed your knees together and he softly placed his hands on your knees. “Ok sweetheart… I need to prepare you alright?” You didn’t understand what that meant so you stared up at him. He sighed “I can either eat your pussy or finger you.” You froze, if you weren’t red before you were now. You gulped unable to use your words.

He moved off the bed, onto his knees. He grabbed your hips tugging you to the edge, causing your legs to fall over his shoulders. You were frozen in place as Dean placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. His hands massaged your thighs softly. “It’s okay… it’s just me, I’ll take good care of ya” you sighed, his words did make you feel better.

He slowly leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to your bundle of nerves, that alone made you moan. He hummed against your skin before diving in, eating like a starved man. Your back arched off the bed as this new pleasure washed over you. Your hands found his hair and tugged softly, “f-feels good” you slurred out.

Dean sucked on your clit and slowly pushed one finger into your entrance. The tiny stretch made your eyes roll back. Dean curled his finger before he decided you were ready for another. He curled two fingers in you as his mouth stayed giving the right amount of pressure. You felt like your stomach was tightening, “Dean- Dean I-“

You whimpered unsure of what this feeling was. Dean shushed you softly knowing he was about to make you come for the first time. His movements got more rougher as he worked his mouth and fingers more. With a few more curls you felt something wash over you. You moaned gripping onto his hair tighter “o-oh my- god-“ you panted out in between moans. Dean helped you ride out your high before slowly pulling his fingers out and crawling up the bed to look at you, sweating and a complete mess under him.

"Think your ready" He grumbled to himself as he pulled your shirt off, unclasping your bra with skill. You watched him closely, unsure of what to do. You hesitantly reached out and slowly pulled his shirt off, Dean raised his arms to help you. The smirk on his face turning into a smile. "They we go, your doing so good" He cooed soothingly as he brought your legs up and he wrapped them around his waist.

He fiddled with his belt and flung it behind him, shimmering out of his jeans which made you smile. "Uh Dean-" you shuddered looking up at the celling when he freed himself. "I-I don't know what to do" He chuckled leaning down to kiss where your shoulder and neck met.

"Just sit there and look pretty for me alright?" You nodded softly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He muttered an "atta girl" before slowly pushing himself in. You whimpered and squirmed slightly, your grip tightening on him. "Shh shh it's okay-" he grunted only halfway in. "Just wait a few moments and the pleasure will come." You nodded frantically as he bottomed out, leaving you both breathless.

The stretch was painful but it slowly turned into pleasure. Dean knew he could move when your brows furrowed and your mouth opened slightly. He started off slow, taking his time to pull out then push back in. Each movement made him hiss at how tight you were. You mewled softly underneath him as he grabbed a pillow to place underneath your hips.

You let out a borderline pornographic moan as his tip nudged your g-spot. Dean braced himself on his forearms as he looked down at you, he pulled out then pushed back in nudging that spot again to see if he really did find your spot. You let out a breathy moan and opened your eyes to meet Deans. He smirked as he picked up the pace, kissing you softly to ease the stretch still there. He began to hit that one spot over and over again causing you to become more vocal.

Soon enough you felt that feeling come back, "D-Dean I-" You were cut off by Deans hiss. You clamped down around him causing him to bury his face in your neck. "F-fuck sweetheart your close again-" He sighed knowing you probably didn't know what that meant. "Is that feeling back?" He whispered softly, his movements gets sloppy. You nodded quickly and with that confirmation he quickened up his movements.

You felt that release come again but it was more intense and larger. Dean rode you through your high, mumbling sweet words to you. With how tight you had become Dean didn't last much longer, he didn't want to finish in you on your first time so he pulled out giving himself a few strokes and spurting all over your stomach.

You whimpered softly about to sit up but he pushed you to lay down, "Don't worry I'll grab something to clean this up". He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and disappeared to the bathroom. You laid in shock, did that really happen?

[winpocalypse]

hii do you have favorite wincest fics?

here's a few! (all bottom!sam, some noncon)

Lesser Evils by Dyed_Red

“So you’re just gonna, what – torture us for an hour while your guys hightail it to Buffalo? That’s your master plan here?”  “Oh I can do a lot in an hour or two, Sammy. Like having your surrogate daddy here carve Dean a new face. Like backsliding you off your pretty bandwagon. Like…Seeing how far big brother will go for his sweet baby Sam.”

Mean Ends by Dyed_Red

Sam has demons in his blood, angels in his bones, his all too human brother in his guts. How many pieces of him are there left to claim?

I Feel it Way Down (way down) by formalizing

Dean eventually gets out of hell, but angels have nothing to do with it. Sam is willing to make a lot of exceptions to his morals and principles in order to have his brother back. (AU after season 3)

Skirting the Issue by formalizing

"Should’a been a real nice weekend, y’know? Just the two of us—no hunt, no interruptions. Could’ve made the most of it, but you had to start up with that jealous girlfriend act of yours…" Sam hates every second he's not the sole focus of Dean's attention. Careful what you wish for.

take the things you love by hathfrozen

The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

Let Me Take You Far Away by orphan_account

Season 10. It's exactly what they need. A vacation. That's how Dean can make everything else go away. Cas was right. That's all they need. A nice, little vacation.

the geography of blood by saintrevolver

A body is no soft thing—not until you let it be.

[awsydawnarts]

So, obviously, Brooklynn’s “death” was DEVASTATING for the others, and while they’re all going to be thrilled that she’s alive, I think it’s safe to say that there will be some conflicted feelings about it. So, who is going to be the person who immediately shrugs, says “makes sense”, and moves on, and who’s going to stew on it for an entire season? Well, here’s what I think, in ascending order of rage:

1: Ben. Ben is immediately going to shrug, say “makes sense”, and move on. Not only would he be a bit of a hypocrite if not, but the Dark Jurassic conspiracy theory stuff will make him very receptive to the idea of someone faking their death. The man has been eating out of a boot.

2. Yaz. I think Yaz’s pragmatism will make it so that she is able to see why Brooklynn did it (depending on why she did it I guess) faster than the others. It’s not that she doesn’t care about Brooklynn and wasn’t upset when she died, but I think Brooklynn’s death hasn’t changed her life or her approach towards life in the same way that it has for the other three.

3. Kenji. 3 and 4 are interchangeable I guess, but I kind of want Sammy as second to last. I think Kenji will take a bit longer, but he’ll come around eventually. I do feel like everything that has happened has really shattered his trust in Brooklynn, so getting that back will be harder than forgiveness. Ultimately though, I think Kenji’s relief that she’s still alive and he hasn’t lost another person will overtake everything else.

4. Sammy. I really want Sammy to take a while, although it would probably in the show be more focused on Kenji and Darius. Sammy is someone who cares so, so deeply about her friends. The idea that someone who she loves so much would willingly hurt her as much as Brooklynn has done??? Inexcusable. Sammy is going to be PISSED, because the campers are FAMILY and you don’t DO that to FAMILY. The only person whose worldview and entire existence was affected more than Sammy was…

5. Darius. Of course. Idk, if Darius isn’t pissed at Brooklynn I’M going to be pissed. Darius fell to PIECES after Brooklynn died. This man was calling his dead friend’s phone to tell her about the DINOSAUR HUNT he was embarking on after QUITTING HIS JOB to GET REVENGE on a DINOSAUR. Darius stopped talking to his family, had a huge falling out with Kenji, and isolated himself from everyone in his life except for the ghost of Brooklynn in an attempt to alleviate the guilt and somehow fix her death and she was ALIVE THE WHOLE TIME??? I want Darius to be SO angry. I want it to go on for much, much longer than everyone else in the group. I want to have everyone trying to convince him to go easy on her and he can’t. He won’t. I want ALL the drama. I want Darius and Brooklynn to be FURIOUS with each other and then kiss about it

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

[spillthepuckingtea]

Jack: In the early months of their hook ups and now relationship ex anon discussed how poor Jack's mental health was. He had his shoulder injury and his performance was declining. Ex anon stressed that in the beginning Sammy was very emotionally supportive of Jack and there was no toxicity or antics to be found (again, she polished herself up to lock him down.) Ex anon believed that a key reason Jack has stuck around so long once the toxicity started (and they emphasized it's toxic) is because he's holding onto that early time as being something they can get back to, and is now just locked in this cycle. That's why his family "gets along great with her." Obvs to not be rude, support Jack, and he's still struggling with some things even after recovery (just look at how inconsistent his playing is).

Quinn: Chilling in Vancouver. Lol but Luke told Quinn the extent of the Sammy stuff (Jack didn't/doesn't know all of it.) Quinn will run interference and be a buffer for Luke (I personally think we've seen evidence of this but won't waste more time.)

The Random Ass Blank Blog Phenomena: Early to mid last summer this whole crop of blank blogs (no header, no pfp, no bio) popped up and started sharing photos/videos of Sammy that were previously unseen (her partying, with friends, being all up on people.) They made posts discussing how they wanted to expose Sammy because she is a terrible person; one said a close friend or themself can't remember was bullied out of rushing by Sammy and her friends for not meeting the "sorority girl standards." They harped on how her relationship with Jack was clearly not great. In specific one compared a photo of Jack and Sienna posing for the camera with the photo Sammy posted for Jack's birthday, which was a cropped photo from the photo booth at the Hockey In NJ Gala (side note, still weird to me that the photo she chose for her bf's b-day was a photo from an event- that was part of a widely accessible Google drive with all the other photo booths pics- in which she cropped out his family. Nothing candid or personal.) They emphasized how tired and put on Jack's smile with Sammy is. A now deactivated gossip blog started mentioning they were sent a photo of Sammy so bad they refused to say what it was. One of the blank, Sammy exposing blogs posted a close up photo of Sammy giving a blow job (the gossip blog confirmes that is what they were sent) (also psa: revenge porn is never ok even when it's a mean person.) Except no it wasn't! Someone did a reverse Google Image search and it was a screenshot from a PHub video and the actress had a visible wrist/arm tattoo we know Sammy doesn't have as well as gages ear piercings. After that all of these blogs deleted. Who they were (clearly someone with some involvement with Sammy/her circle to get the photos they did), who sent the fake revenge porn, remains unsolved.

That One Golden TikTok Comment: One of Sammy's friends posted a TikTok of them posing and acting rather trashy in a Vegas hotel room, some random girl commented something to the effect of "you all look like such nice girls who wouldn't snark about my body to my face." This comment was made in like summer 2023, before she and Jack were publicly together if together at all. Just another piece of evidence of her being a bad person.

Thank you for reading! I'm off to bed!

No, thank you for ranting and taking time out of your day to do this for us and good night. Sweet dreams. 

[rinininamiluv]

I can’t stop thinking about how Ian was frank’s least favorite child meanwhile he was Monica’s favorite child and honestly that’s one of the only qualities about her that I like. Now don’t get me wrong I will never condone parents having favorites among their children but having a favorite child is the least fucked up thing Monica could have and have done to those kids.

And I can’t stop thinking about one little detail in Episode 9 of season 1 that proves this. The scene where Monica and Roberta told them that they want to take Liam with them and get custody for him and Fiona started going on about how unfair and down right wrong that was after Monica abandoned them and after how much blood sweat and tears Fiona put into raising each one of them and now she suddenly wants to come back and take one of them away from them and they one they care for and love the most at that? And then she started calling out the kids names and stating how well they’re doing in school all thanks to her (Fiona) and not Monica.

But the detail I noticed is that as she called each one of their names and their success in school we saw no reaction from Monica until Fiona got to Ian and mentioned that he was promoted into ROTC and tested out of English. You can see that Ian being able to live his dream affected her and how proud she was to hear she literally gasped and her mouth was trembling from the new set of tears and emotions she was feeling. And everytime I see that scene and I notice this it hits me so hard.

Maybe it’s because I love Ian so much and he along with Mickey are my favorite characters makes everything about Ian a big deal for me. And I’ve never really seen anyone mention this little detail before and I feel like it should be and it’s an important piece of evidence of why I think Ian is Monica’s favorite. And it just justifies Ian’s soft spot for his mother and why he found it the hardest to let go of her and move on from her death the hardest (except for frank ofc or idk maybe more than frank) and why he cared for her so much. And ofc we can’t run from the fact that the two of them understand each other more than the others in the family did. They both are part of the lgbtq+ community and they both struggle with the same mental illness (although I still think it was wrong of Monica to make Ian believe he should break up with Mickey because Mickey wouldn’t understand him).

And I really have no one to talk about this to because none of my friends have watched this show so none of them would understand what I’m rambling about right now and this is the best place to ramble about this on.

Also one of my favorite scenes has to be when Monica got Ian out of jail after that mfer Sammy called the cops on him and they went to get something to eat and Ian noticed Monica staring at him and he asks her “what?” And she replies with the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen on her “you’re a so beautiful. You’re and beautiful, beautiful man. I did great making you.” And I couldn’t agree with her more.

But that’s me rambling about what’s been on my mind for hours now :)

[campfam4lyfe]

I get that Brooklynn is your favorite, she used to be mine too, but what are your thoughts on her in chaos theory? Don't you feel they destroyed her character? She's not herself anymore, and the fact that she can just. Fake her death and traumatize her friends/neglect her boyfriend like. I don't know, thats not it. I don't like her much anymore.

time to do my job as a brooklynn defender lol, alright here goes:

Don't you feel they destroyed her character? She's not herself anymore, and the fact that she can just. Fake her death and traumatize her friends/neglect her boyfriend like. I don't know, thats not it.

So. Thinking about Brooklynn. About her death. You mention how she faked it. except, I don’t think saying she faked it is really an accurate or fair description.

Brooklynn didn’t fake anything—here is what we know, and here is what I mean. The facts that we are presented with through season 1. limited as they are, are that Brooklynn was at a Dino Drop, the allosaurus escaped, and that it "killed her." Except it didn't really kill her. It is framed as an accident--a random Dino attack. But Ben shows up and suddenly it's clear that maybe it wasn't an accident.

So let's run through the facts one more time. Brooklynn's 'death' at the hands of the allosaurus wasn't an accident. It was premeditated. The attack was an honest to goodness attempt on Brooklynn's life. One the camp fam--and the people who targeted Brooklynn in the first place--believed worked. You're going to want to keep this in mind, because now I am going to address the other part of your ask.

Don't you feel they destroyed her character? She's not herself anymore, and the fact that she can just. Fake her death and traumatize her friends/neglect her boyfriend like. I don't know, thats not it.

Brooklynn's character has not, to me, been destroyed.

We see little of Brooklynn and what she was doing throughout Chaos Theory, because we are learning about her again through the eyes and memories of the people who loved and mourned her--we are gathering bits and pieces, parts of the narrative that we, as the viewers, can piece together more efficiently than the actual players, because the knowledge the Camp Fam has is disjointed in that they are not all privy to the same information or how it connects--and it's not their fault at all! They are not working under the same information we have--that Brooklynn is alive--and so, don't know why certain things are more important. Even we don't have the full picture, although what we have is a little clearer.

But from what we see of Brooklynn throughout Chaos Theory, there is something there that you believe is not true to her previously established character. I disagree. I think what you are talking about, when you say that she is not herself anymore, is that Brooklynn is too invested in her conspiracies, so much so that she has thrown everything else away--her "life", her regard for her friends/family and her relationships with them.

But I think, that when it comes to Brooklynn, being obsessed with a conspiracy or mystery is in fact a major core part of her character. We saw it all throughout Camp Cretaceous. She sneaks away when they visit Wu's lab that first time to snoop--and yes, maybe it was for her followers, trying to find something juicy before everything went to shit, but what she saw clearly stood out to her. She was hooked, she reviewed that footage, and it stayed with her so much so that when she saw the label E750 again at a later date while on the security cameras, she lingered over the shot before having to move on to help the others. And even then, it was clear that it stayed with her--whatever Wu did, whatever E750 was, it was a mystery and Brooklynn wanted to solve it.

And we see the others are aware of this! Sammy recruits Brooklynn to help out in her quest to find information, and the mystery consumes Brooklynn so much that initially, she was steamrolling right over Sammy's input. We also see Brooklynn's thirst for mystery solving when she becomes so focused on the frozen flowers, something she mentioned so much so that the other campers could quote her on it. We see it with her suspicions regarding Mitch and Tiff, and even Mae. We see it again in the final episode, when we catch a glimpse of the campers as teenagers. Brooklynn mentions the Lockwood Estate, which, for those who don't know or remember, is where the later events of JW:Fallen Kingdom (timeline wise, this is three years after the first Jurassic World, so three years after the kids first got left behind in the Park.) The events at the Lockwood Estate and what was supposed to be happening there wasn't public knowledge. That was Brooklynn following a lead, as at that point in time when she brings it up, the dinosaurs hadn't been set loose yet.

The reason I mention all this is because I really don't think Brooklynn's obsessiveness or drive is new. She loves investigative work, and she's good at putting together pieces too. She's also been shown to have a love for mysteries, loving Esther Stone and having her videos following the pattern of being named "Brooklynn unboxes x." She likes knowing the whys, whens, wheres, and whats. She literally says that she is trying to make the transition from influencer/vlogger to investigative journalist. Which is why I am not at all surprised with her being so focused on this Dino smuggling rings, and why I believe it was in character.

Tying It All Together

Now I know what you may be thinking. "But she neglected Kenji! That's not good girlfriend behavior. She faked her death! That's horrible." Valid, but also, not fundamentally true.

I said earlier, that by "not herself" you might mean that "Brooklynn is too invested in her conspiracies, so much so that she has thrown everything else away--her "life", her regard for her friends/family and her relationships with them." I don't think she has though, and if it has ended up that way, it was never her intention.

Take in all the Brooklynn scenes from Chaos Theory. Each member of the Camp Fam has an interaction with her that is shown through flashback or hinted at. So let's put together a timeline.

Brooklynn is dead at the start of the show, but for how long, I don't actually remember. I will put it at 6 months to a year, but if anyone else knows for sure, just let me know and I'll fix it. Anyways. She is dead for six months to a year. And in the months leading up to her death, she was investigating something, but they don't know what. We know that it had something to do with Dark Jurassic, Kenji's father, and Dino Smuggling. We know Ben introduced her to Dark Jurassic. We know Brooklynn stayed with Darius, left her jacket at Sammy's, and visited Yaz.

So here goes a tentative undertaking:

Ben introduces Brooklynn to Dark Jurassic and she visits him at his college. He hasn't dropped out/left yet. She is mentioning conspiracy theories, some as a joke, but its clear something there has caught her attention.

Brooklynn gets deeper into Dark Jurassic, and at some point reads about Dino Immersive therapy, which she recommends to Yaz. She visits her at some point, but when, is unclear.

Brooklynn visits Sammy. She is on Dark Jurassic so often that when Sammy has a flashback of her, Brooklynn is visibly on the site.

Brooklynn is with Kenji, but has been so absorbed in her mystery that she has started to neglect Kenji, but doesn't realize it. This goes on for a while. He breaks up with her and they are both devastated.

Brooklynn stays with Darius. Is still embroiled in her mystery. Asks Darius to meet up with her. "Dies."

Now, at some point before 4 and 5, Brooklynn visits Daniel Kon, gets a secret apartment, and is undercover within the Dino Smuggling ring.

We know that she did not tell her friends, or her boyfriend, any of this. Why? Especially Kenji! He was her boyfriend, one of her biggest supporter's, and his father was the guy Brooklynn went to so she could get her in to the smuggling world. Kenji has always heard her out, like when he was the one who stayed behind with her when she accidentally hurt Darius with the 'cool dad' comment. Kenji is the one who agreed to snoop with her regardless of his feelings because it was important to her. So why would she not go to her biggest supporter?

I believe that Chaos Theory tackled the kids growing up and their respective trauma very well. Not all of them are dealing very well. Yaz is the only one who seems to have gone to therapy, while Ben, Darius, and Kenji are all isolating. Sammy is dealing with repression and toxic positivity. It's very possible that Brooklynn was also dealing, and not very well at that. It's possible that her trauma manifested in another way. Maybe she needed to push herself into a project so she could ignore what happened--or maybe she needed to push herself into a project so if something happened, she could be prepared? We don't know! And it's because we don't know that I am going to, for the time being, ignore this, and focus on the possible reasons as to why she didn't tell them from what we do know.

Yaz has PTSD, and struggled a lot with the hopelessness of having to put the dinosaurs first and it costing them their way home in the later seasons of CC. So maybe Brooklynn didn't tell her because she didn't want to halter Yaz's progress. Still, she let on that she was investigating something and about Dark Jurassic.

Sammy is worried about Yaz, and so maybe Brooklynn didn't tell her because involving Sammy might mean involving Yaz, or maybe she didn't want to put stress on their relationship by having Sammy lie to her. Still, she let on that she was investigating something and about Dark Jurassic.

Ben had college. What, was she just going to disrupt that? Still, she let on that she was investigating something and talked with him about Dark Jurassic, which he introduced her to.

Kenji. Kenji was her boyfriend, her rock, THE Brooklynn enabler. who has always heard her out. The only time he didn't hear her out immediately was when his father was interfering. The same father she would need to go to for a door into the smuggling world. The same father who Kenji lived close to but never visited. In the last season of CC, Brooklynn, when investigating Daniel Kim, says that she won't break Kenji's heart without a good reason. Maybe, she did not feel like going to him about his father was a good reason--Kenji was in a good place, how could she hurt him like that? Maybe she thought she was protecting him. So she doesn't tell him. Still, she let on that she was investigating something.

Darius. Darius is my biggest "Brooklynn's Fake Death Can't Be Classified As Willfully Malicious On Her Part" card. Because he is the one that proves that Brooklynn did not in fact get sucked in so deep in her mystery that she tossed away all bonds and relationships. Did her death fuck him up? Definitely. But guys! She called him there that night, they had plans, she was "going to show him something!!!" Guys. She went to Darius. She was going to show Darius. Do you get that. In Chaos Theory, they say "Brooklynn was there to buy the Allosaurus that night." They are heartbroken. Yaz and Sammy say no way, and Darius says it is true, that she had a secret apartment, cash, and a note from Mr.Kim. But guys. She was going to show Darius.

Every time Brooklynn is called out on her behavior and shown how her obsessiveness hurts her friends—the way Sammy called her out when they were investigating E750, or her feeling regret over the “cool dad” comment when investigating Mitch and Tiff—she takes a step back and reassesses. She starts to investigate again but with changed behavior. That’s growth. Kenji breaking up with her may have really been the catalyst to her trying to show Darius what she was up to. As Darius says, Brooklynn was really torn up about the breakup and it is so visible on her face that she is devastated—she loved Kenji. She loved her friends.

So Brooklynn’s behavior, it was not Brooklynn cutting out her friends. Was she 100% honest with all of them? No. And unfortunately, the one person who she was going to show what was going on, didn't get to make it, and Brooklynn was killed.

Except she lived. So why not tell them? Why let them stew in grief? Why abandon them? Look, I think a lot of you are forgetting that the kids are very very good at improv. Are we forgetting Darius and Kash?An attempt on Brooklynn's life was made, and she somehow miraculously survived. She adapted, and made a plan on the go, lying low, somehow creating a trusted network, while being unable to reach out to her friends--it would blow her cover, and also possibly put them in danger. Who knows? Besides. Let's not forget, Ben was not the one who called Darius in that first episode. I don't know, but I do think it could have been Brooklynn, or someone on behalf of her, like Ronnie. (Or it could have been raptor lady to make sure Darius was home but who knows!)

Look, ultimately, you don't have to like her, and I'm not forcing anyone to! I do love her though, and her choices are ones I will defend. Besides, I know we are talking about camp fam trauma reactions to Brooklynn's death, but guys, flip side? We have a character who was going to tell her friend what she was up to, only to have an assassination attempt on her life causing her to lose a limb and go into hiding, not being able to contact her loved ones. I cannot even begin to think of the trauma Brooklynn has.

I hope this answers your ask anon, I feel I rambled too much lol!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for reporting my shitty college roommate to the FWS and her teacher, and possibly getting her suspended/expelled/jailed/fined?

CW for brief dead animal mention

For context: I live in the USA and all native species of birds are protected under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, which makes it illegal to kill, harm, etc. native bird species and/or possess parts of them including molted feathers, bones, nests, etc.

Also: The FWS is the Fish and Wildlife Service and is a government agency that deals with animal and plant conservation and habitat protection.

Anyways, I (F25) live in a dorm room with two other people, Ally (F26) and Sammy (F28) (not their real names obviously). Sammy is a nice roommate, she's very considerate and kind, and we get along really well.

Ally, on the other hand, is a nightmare.

Very self absorbed, rich parents, "white witch" privileged white girl type, treats Sammy and I like maids instead of roommates.

Ally and I are both art students, I'm pursuing 3D animation and she's doing... Something. I have no idea. Sculpting?

I do digital modeling and animation so I can just do that in my room on my PC, but she needs a specific area to do her sculptures, which is fine!

Except that she does NOT clean up after herself. Leaves material all over the place, there's bits of clay stuck to fucking everything, and she does it right in the living room.

She's also burnt sage INSIDE THE APARTMENT despite Sammy having asthma. She did not warn us beforehand, we found out when we walked in and Sammy started coughing and wheezing and we had to go back outside. She was 100% aware of Sammy's asthma because she saw her use her inhaler once and asked about it.

She then asked if she "could try it" which... Girl what. "Can I try it?" Has now become an inside joke between Sammy and I about her inhaler.

Coming from a rich family, I can tell she's never faced any consequences for her actions. Ever. She thinks she's untouchable and that mommy and daddy will pay for everything and make all her problems go away.

Sammy and I come from families who are not ungodly rich, and that's resulted in her treating us like live-in maids. She does none of the chores, none of the housework, absolutely nothing. Constantly inviting her friends over to peruse her "art gallery". Regularly keeps Sammy and I up at night with her music and friends.

We rent an apartment near our college, and we don't live in the dorms so we don't have anyone to complain to besides our landlord, who's an incredibly sweet elderly woman that we're all hesitant about bothering.

Except for Ally, who's prepared to bother her about everything, including but not limited to: Apartment being too hot. Apartment being too cold. A weird smell. Noise from the street. Neighbors dog barking. Front door being creaky.

We basically went "Haha hey Ally don't worry you're SO busy lol we'll talk to her for you okay!" just so she doesn't bother the poor lady.

We're mostly just afraid that if we kick out Ally, her parents will tear that woman apart. Sammy and I are both unconfrontational anyways and don't want to bother anyone.

Ally is working on her latest sculpture for finals (basically the big report due at the end of a semester). It actually looked pretty cool, but something about it was... Off.

Oh yeah, it's absolutely covered in native bird feathers and a nest. A real one, not one of those fake ones you can buy at a craft store.

She came home one day after going out with her friends for HOURS, and she had two big bags full of stuff. I asked what she was up to and her response was sort of "It's a secret teehee, it's for my art piece ;)" so I was just like haha okay.

So, it turns out her and her friends went out into the woods and spent HOURS picking up molted feathers (all of them are very witchy do-no-harm types so there's no way any of them killed live birds. Ally refuses to even kill bugs, I have to catch them and let them out). She also mentioned her friends parents have tons of bird feeders at their house, which means LOTS of molted feathers.

Also, instead of cleaning them in her bathroom sink she washed them off in the kitchen sink, meaning we couldn't do dishes for a few hours. So that was cool.

I actually collect and clean animal bones in my free time, so I'm very familiar with the laws. I know which species in my state are protected, which species I can possess with a permit, etc. I also know that the MBTA is a thing that exists.

I've met her art teacher before, and I know that the woman's not stupid. She will DEFINITELY notice that the sculpture is covered in blue jay, cardinal, grackle, etc. feathers.

I was going to keep my mouth shut and just let Ally dig her own grave, but I did mention it to her through text. I said "Hey, I love your sculpture but I just wanna let you know that using those feathers is actually illegal, since they're from native species of birds. My parents own chickens and ducks and I can get you a lot of really cool feathers for your project if you want! Sorry for the bad news but I just don't want you to get in trouble :("

She messaged back and said "Um, thanks but I don't want feathers from gross barnyard animals, Mother Gaia gifted me these beautiful feathers. Besides, I actually have money to take care of my problems."

What the fuck.

I didn't know what else to do besides message back "Oh! Okay!"

Those "gross barnyard animals" she mentioned include breeds like dominiques, copper marans, both gold and silver sebrights, Yokohama, and a few cayuga ducks, all of which have absolutely gorgeous feathers. I was also going to surprise her with some peafowl feathers because my parents' friend owns them.

So here's where the AITA part comes in.

I was furious with her constant classism, treating Sammy and I like shit, and blatantly disregarding laws (especially ones literally put in place to protect "Mother Gaia's" creatures) just because her parents have money.

So after she went to bed I went out into the living room, took pictures of her sculpture, and then not only sent the pictures to her art teacher but the FWS. I let the game warden know I also emailed her teacher and vice versa. I also sent screenshots of our conversation where I told her about the law, so they had proof she was 100% aware of it but ignored it anyways.

I let Sammy know, and her response was "That's a thing? Well, her teacher would have reported her anyways I guess."

A few days later, we get a knock on the door. It's a game warden. I let him inside, went to my room, and proceeded to listen to Ally doing her "I'm a poor innocent victim how could you do this to me!" crying. I mostly just felt bad for the poor game warden for having to deal with her.

The only thing I could hear from the other room was her wailing like a banshee and him going "Ma'am, please calm down. Are you alright ma'am? Ma'am..."

A few days later Sammy and I came back from the store to see all of Ally's stuff gone. All of her clay, supplies, clothes, etc. were gone and her room was totally empty except for her bed frame (which came with the house).

I have no idea what happened. I'm sure she wasn't allowed to turn in a sculpture covered in illegal feathers for her final, so Idk if she was suspended/expelled or if she just had a tantrum and moved out?

On one hand it was really fucking nice seeing her face consequences for her actions, but the other part of me feels bad about possibly getting her suspended/expelled/fined/jailed over feathers and a nest.

The EPA website states that punishment for MBTA violations for misdemeanor offences (which I believe she committed since I don't think she planned on selling anything, and I know she didn't kill any of the birds) can range from up to $5,000 in fines to no more than six months in jail.

So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[according2thelore]

These ES/LS snippets are truly saving my need for more of your fics.

You very quickly became my favorite wincest author, hitting every one of my favorite tropes(hurt/comfort is my bread and butter too!) And I'm excitedly(and impatiently lol) waiting for your next fics to come out.

Your writing is SO GOOD and I find myself going back to your fics all the time. My first was your love potion fic and that's still one of my absolute favorite samdean fics out there.

This isn’t really an ask so much as it is an appreciation lol. Can't wait for your next fic!

(If this was an ask though, I'd love more thoughts on your ES/LS universe and even MORE hurt/comfort and jealousy lol)

BABE???? OH MY????

i don't even know what to say! this is the nicest compliment!!!!! you're so incredibly kind, and i'm so unbelievably honoured that my work is special to you!

EEP! i can't even express how much this ask means to me!!!! there are literally no words!!!! the love potion fic was meant as a fun little add-on to that month's challenge, but i've been blown away by how much folks have liked it--i live for a little melodrama and H/C, lol!

every writer dreams of getting asks like this one, and just ARGH! i'm kissing you on both cheeks!!!!!

as for upcoming things, my next fic will probably be my teen!chesters piece for the wayward sons zine (it will be HEFTY). charlotte and i were outlining this fic, and it ended up being about five pages of outline. so def a larger one!

because this ask was so incredible and lovely and kind (so kind?? holy shit?? my hand in marriage??) i wrote a little thing for you! i hope you like!

dean rubs his hands on the sides of his jeans, before he catches himself doing it. shit.

he crosses his arms, then realizes that he looks awkward and posed, so he uncrosses them again. he pushes his hair back from his face--but fuck, what if his hair looks weird now? dean checks frantically around for a reflective surface, but the only thing even close to him is a giant telescope, and--even though he briefly considers it--there's no way he'd be able to crawl back up it and down in time.

"what are you doing?" he mutters to himself, able to at least recognize that he's acting like a preteen about to meet one of the jonas brothers.

it's just sam.

just sam, kind of, dean's brain quietly corrects. it's just sam, but fucking huge.

it's just sam, but his ridiculous hair has grown and curls softly around his ears, brushes his jaw when he ducks his head. it's just sam, except his arms are bigger than dean's head. dean didn't miss the show the other day when sam came to look for something and lifted a fucking stuffed armchair with one arm.

(dean tried it later, and it took him both hands and two tries to get it off the ground. that thing must be reinforced with some crazy cold war steel or something. definitely.)

dean eyes the main room again. he should just sit at the big table. he eyes the big sword on one of the shelves. no--focus. sam went into "library annex 3" to find a book that he thought dean should absolutely take a look at, and left dean, dazzled, in his wake. so dean is going to sit here and wait, because he's been running out of excuses to see sammy lately.

dean slumps into one of the chairs, sighing. what is wrong with him?

he gets so...easily distracted whenever sammy--future-sam or whatever--starts talking to him. and most of it isn't even his fault, okay? sammy always puffs up whenever either 2006 winchester gets close, a dick-measuring if dean's ever seen one. as soon as sam got a single inch on dean in height, dean's never heard the end of it. but this sammy, older sammy, straightens up and his chest gets all big and--fuck--arms! big arms!!

dean keeps trying to find plausible excuses for sammy to take off his shirt because dean is convinced he has a six-pack under there, and it's his right to know!

"i found it!" a muffled voice from down the hallway, so deep that dean's brain goes a little sideways. and dean feels his whole body lock up, like he's just been thrown out of an airplane.

sam--sammy steps through the doorway, holding up a book triumphantly. his eyes are bright, and he's got little wrinkles at the corners, barely there. his grin is radiant, and dean feels absurdly like he's looking directly at one of those religious frescos with the yellow circles behind everyone's heads. sam would get a kick out of that.

dean whimpers. he straight up fucking whimpers, covering it quickly with a cleared throat.

"great!" he says, too bright. it's not his fault! it's not! dean barely resists the urge to bash his own head in.

so sue him! sam is suddenly huge and old and glad to see dean? he lights up whenever dean walks into a room, greeting him warmly. he seems to find dean adorable, which dean kind of resents, but it's hard to stay mad at sammy when he clearly finds so much delight in seeing him.

and 'sammy' isn't helping. 'sammy' had always been a dean word. it had been an 'us' word, a 'they don't know you like i know you, they can't understand you like i can' word. as soon as dean's own sam--2006 sam--had shrugged off the word, and older sam had donned it, dean knew he was screwed. wires crossed. you can only call so many men 'sammy' before you start to tease them and want to be around them and give them shit and look at their huge fucking tits--wait...no. shit. focus!

"so get this," sammy says, and he slides into the chair next to dean, smooth and graceful and so in touch with every muscle in his body that dean has to catch his breath a little. and his chest does something funny, because sam shows him the book and starts babbling.

he starts babbling. like a two year old sam and an eight year old sam and a twelve and a fifteen and an eighteen year old sam.

it seems impossible that this person--this man, all poise and purpose and focus, whose eyes can cut and soothe, whose stubble scratches when he rubs a hand across his jaw--is still dean's sam. dean's sammy.

and he knows it. and he likes it. this sammy brushes his shoulder and doesn't recoil like it burns. he looks to dean first when something is wrong. dean saw, the other day, how his older self comforted sam after a nightmare, how easily sam contorted himself to fit the shape of older dean's arms. sam likes being dean's. or at least this version of dean.

"anyways, i think that this is probably our most comprehensive record of vampires--their habits, their physiology, their weaknesses. if you wanted to give it a read, i think it'll really come in handy." sam says, still talking like dean cares at all for vampires and not the exact shape of sam's mouth.

dean aches. he feels inadequate. there is something clearly in this dean that is worthy, something that sam finds lovable. or necessary. dean wants to be necessary. dean needs to be necessary.

"yeah." dean says, suddenly, when he realizes that sammy's looking for a response. "that--uh--that sounds great."

"you didn't hear a thing i said, did you?" sammy asks, eyebrow raised, teasing and knowing and fuck--dean's chest collapses. sam knows him.

it's so strange to be known by this...this man. this man who blots out the sun with his shoulders, and has callused hands, and looks at dean like he's proud of him. this man knows him. this man is sammy, and that's all dean every really needs.

"naw." he says, scrubbing a hand in the close-shorn hair at the back of his head, abashed and feeling strange. "'m sorry."

"don't be." sammy rolls his eyes, but it's in good humour. sam--2006 sam, and it's weird that dean has already made that distinction--would genuinely be put out. he thinks dean doesn't take him seriously.

both sams are alien to dean. sam, because his burden is eating him alive. he's terrified of himself, of his powers. furious at what he's becoming and increasingly furious at dean for not taking his own safety seriously. like sam could ever hurt him.

and this sammy, of course, is different. he's physically very different, but also...softer? that's the wrong word. he's easier, maybe. his smiles are soft and he thinks through things before he says them. he doesn't hurt to hold in your hand like sam does, all spikes and hard edges like rock that resents you for holding it. sammy is a stone worn smooth by a river, and dean doesn't know if that makes him a bad brother.

he doesn't want to know, because he can't think about this being another way of failing sam. dean's been failing sam since that first over-long look in 1995.

this sam, at least, dean has a reason for not understanding completely. time has made a stranger of his brother, not circumstance, and time is easier to blame.

"what?" sammy asks, and dean snaps back to the present, abashed again. god. it's like his first fumbling date a fourteen all over again. but wait, no it's not--why did dean think that?

"nothing. sorry. you're just--" dean can't find the words. sammy seems delighted at this, eyes sparking with a challenge like they're both in on a joke.

"i'm..." he prompts, drawing it out. dean sputters. he and sam give each other shit all the time. it shouldn't feel different with this sam, but...it does.

"hi."

dean jerks away, sitting up straight in his chair. sam stands in the doorway. he looks pissed. his hands are balled into fists at his sides, his jaw is set, and he's...not looking at dean.

dean looks to sammy, whose eyes widen. he seems surprised by something. proud of something.

"dean wants to know if we're ready for dinner. what are you doing?" sam asks, words loaded. dean's about to jump in, feeling weirdly guilty. they're just talking about a book, it's not like they were--

"just talking with my little brother." sam says, jostling dean's shoulder with his elbow, like this is all a big joke but what the fuck?? dean's spine melts and drips down his ribs. oh my fucking god.

little brother little brother little brother sam could pin dean down if he wanted to, dean looks down at sam's huge fucking hands oh my god, little brother--

"you--" sam starts, and sammy sits up straighter, tilting his head forward like he's coaching sam through something, but sam's eyes are suddenly on dean, and dean freezes.

he doesn't know what to do under sam's critical gaze. the weight in his stomach is definitely guilt, but dean doesn't know why. dean looks away first.

"we're just talking shop, sam." dean says to his hands. a pause. dean hears sam leave, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

he better not be going to see that old geezer. dean doesn't like he way he looks at sam.

"we almost had him," sammy says, thoughtful. dean looks up, and sammy is looking down at him with an expression so fond that dean's throat closes. "next time."

dean's heart beats faster.

oh man. he is so fucked.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

All those days in the sun, what I'd give to relive just one

Characters: Sam, her grandma, her mother

Words: 499

Content warnings: none I can think off? except I know nothing about children and what to do about nausea

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Sandalwood and lavender and pine. That cheap no-name detergent that smelled so much better than any of the expensive stuff. Honey. The scent of comfort. And, close by, though muffled, voices.

"Are you sure she'll be fine? She's looking so pale and hasn't been eating..." my mum's voice sounded soft, unsure, vulnerable - the only other times I had heard her sound even remotely similar was after I had almost died. Before they had decided that I deserved death.

"Of course she hasn't been eating," grandma responded, gentle and reassuring, and I could envision her putting her hand on my mother's arm, or maybe her back even, "She's feeling sick and nauseated. You need to give her simple food."

Someone - my mother - sighed. "I- I know, it's just... I feel so out of my depth. I thought that as soon as I had a child I'd instinctively know what to do, but more often than not I'm at a loss. And her father isn't much help either. They all seem to expect me to just take care of things, and then don't even want me to turn to you for advice, all because they don't approve of your lifestyle and opinions. But if they won't help me, where else am I supposed to go?"

Grandma didn't reply - I knew what she thought of The Council and my mother's life choices. "She'll be fine. Children feel sick from time to time, and it's not necessarily something to run to the doctor about. Just give her some crackers and broth, keep her hydrated, maybe some herbal tea if she'll drink it. I doubt it'll still be an issue by tomorrow."

"I- thanks, mum," my mother said, her words filled with a kind of affection I wasn't used to hearing. "I know you don't agree with my decisions, so... I'm glad you're still willing to support me."

Grandma chuckled. "Of course I'll support you, silly girl. You're my daughter, you always will be. And I'm not going to abandon you or Sammy, no matter what."

"I appreciate it. Truly." My mother's voice was soft and sounded completely genuine. Open, trusting, loving. It would have been easy to imagine it was a completely different person talking, but I recognised her voice, I had known it all my life. Even if I couldn't consciously recall having ever heard her speak like this.

Steps approached the door, and I tried to breathe evenly, pretending I was still sleeping.

"Sam?" my mother called quietly, trying to wake me gently, should I have dozed off.  "Sammy?"

I woke with a start, looking around the room in confusion, the scent of lavender fading in my memory, my mother's voice nothing but a ghost's whisper, although the dull ache in my chest persisted, brought up by hearing that old nickname, the secret one that had never entered this house and only existed in the comfort of grandma's presence, one more piece that had died with her.

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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 7: Welcome to Jurassic World

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When you awaken, your eyes refuse to focus. Your sight is blurry, and it’s as if everything had been covered in black smog.

A cracked windshield greets you once your vision clears, some small pieces hanging by a thread or just completely gone. You’d have to check yourself for any protruding glass later.

Blinking away any lingering blurriness, you realized that the black smog was actually smoke coming from the hood of the car.

“Is everyone okay?” Darius mutters, his voice hoarse.

“Is everyone…?” Yasmina chuckles at his words, but you can hear the undeniable anger in her voice.

She trudged past everyone, throwing open the back doors and jumping out sluggishly.

Oh right, what was even more embarrassing than crashing the van was the fact that Sammy had you all right under her thumb. Well, except Brooklynn, of course.

Sammy calls out to Yasmina, but she pays no mind to the girl and instead walks away from the van with a livid expression. As the two girls walk off, the rest of you hop out of the van to access the damage.

The front of the hood is crumpled, black smoke pouring out of it like a volcano about to burst. The culprit in the crash was a large rock, about the same size as the hood itself.

Other than a singular crack running across the middle of it, the rock didn’t seem to be affected by you crashing into it. But of course, a rock is a rock, and a van is a van.

….

Do you have a concussion or something?

As you and Darius stare down at the hood of the car, Yasmina and Sammy’s argument continues.

“We’re in the middle of a jungle with a monster dinosaur out there, and you…” Yasmina’s words fall short, her rage overwhelming her. “You…”

“Destroyed our only way to get help and lied about it!” Brooklynn finished for her. “I told you guys!”

“So, you did take Brooklynn’s phone?” Darius says in disbelief, his eyes narrowed in a mix of exhaustion and betrayal. “Why? What were you doing?”

While Darius and Brooklynn walk forward to interrogate Sammy, you stay back to think about what to do next. Sure, Sammy’s deception was surprising, but the van was undoubtedly more important. Now all of you would have to continue on foot, and so far that hasn’t gone too well.

“Probably trying to erase my video of her taking those samples from the Sinoceratops.” Brooklynn huffs.

Sammy gasps, her eyes full of guilt. She looks to Yasmina, but upon meeting her angered stare, she lets her gaze fall to the ground.

“And you knew about the Indominus rex because you were snooping around Dr. Wu’s office when I ran into you. I knew it!” Brooklynn yelled, her shattered phone held tightly in her hand.

Is that where they went? You noticed Brooklynn was gone, but Sammy had never even crossed your mind.

“I didn’t mean to destroy the phone. I fell on it when the zipline came down and–”

“But you did steal it?” Ben interrupts her. “You had it this whole time and didn’t tell us?”

Darius walks forward. “Hold up. What were you doing in Dr. Wu’s office, Brooklynn?”

“I…” Brooklynn begins, but when her eyes land on Sammy, she avoids the question altogether. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t break our only way to call for help and then lie about it! This is not my fault! This is her fault! She–”

“I’m here to spy!” Sammy shouts suddenly, her words causing a confused silence to fall across your group. “For a company called Mantah Corp.”

“Mantah Corp?” Darius wonders aloud, before explaining to the rest of you. “They’re a bioengineering company, big rivals with Masrani. They tried to make dinosaurs, too, but Wu beat them to it.”

“You doomed us all for some lousy company?” Ben snarled.

“Why would you do that?” You asked quietly.

Sammy pauses, her gaze wandering across everyone in the group. She wasn’t going to get out of this, so she might as well explain herself. And so, with a sigh, she does exactly that.

“Our ranch was in trouble, so my folks had to borrow a lot of money from some shady people. We didn’t know that they were fronting for Mantah Corp. They said we’d lose everything unless I spied for them.”

She continued with a shuttered breath. “Use the behind-the-scenes access I’d get at camp to gather info from Wu’s lab, and DNA from dinos, and whatever else they needed.” She spares a glance towards Brooklynn, her head lowering with guilt.

“But then Brooklynn caught on, and I got scared, and then everything went wrong.” She walks towards Yasmina, her face wrinkled with remorse. “This is the last thing I wanted to happen.”

“Oh.” Yasmina scoffs. “To be next to a broken van on a killer dinosaur island? Hey, me too! What are the odds?”

“Yaz, I–”

“Was it all a lie, wanting to be friends? Pretending you cared about…” Yasmina’s voice trails off, before getting back on track. “You just needed someone to hide what you were doing. Tell me I’m wrong.”

The only answer she gets is a shuttered sob from Sammy.

“I’m such an idiot.” Yasmina murmurs before turning around and walking off.

Sammy follows her, trying to explain her actions. She places a hand on Yasmina’s shoulder to stop her.

“Don’t touch me.” With a tense jaw and clenched fists, she pushes the girl’s hand off her. “Go away, Sammy.”

With watery eyes, Sammy runs away from the group.

With Sammy gone, Yasmina rejoins the rest of your group, who all stay awkwardly silent.

Bumpy, unaffected by the sad atmosphere, rears her hind legs to get Yasmina’s attention.

“Not now Bumpy.” She whispers.

“Look, I know the situation we’re in is suboptimal–” Ben starts tersely.

“It’s trash. Just say it’s trash, Ben.” Brooklynn says as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

Ben’s about to continue his attempt at cheering the group up, but a sharp gasp from you distracts him.

“What?” Darius asks, ever the leader.

Ignoring his question, you pull a small shard of glass out of Kenji’s arm, prompting a yelp to escape him.

“It’s gone now.” You answer curtly, throwing the shard off to the distance. Kenji stares at you in what you think is fear, and you almost laugh in his face before Bumpy grabs your guy’s attention.

She jumps and squeals, causing Ben to look at her worriedly.

“Bumpy, what are you…”

A loud rumbling became obviously apparent, and only a second later, the Indominus rex burst out of the treeline.

Everyone runs out of the way, and you hurriedly help Ben and Darius pull Bumpy out of the way so that she doesn’t get squashed.

“This is trash! This is trash!” Ben screams.

Hiding on the other side of the van, confusingly, the Indominus doesn’t bother with any of you. Instead, it bolts in the other direction as it roars.

“It’s running.” You state in a fit of confusion.

“What the…” Darius sputters.

The sound of rotors and gunfire soon invade your ears, a helicopter soon coming into sight chasing after the Indominus.

“Masrani’s helicopter!” Kenji yells as he points to the aircraft. “That’s his call sign on the tail!”

“They’re shooting at the Indominus!” Darius yells over the commotion, quickly pursuing the helicopter, causing you all to do the same.

Eventually, you all come to a stop as an enormous hemisphere comes into sight. Even without your glasses, the geodesic dome was large enough for you to recognize it as Jurassic World’s Aviary. It stored their Pterosaurs, although with the Indominus headed straight for the dome, that’s likely to change soon.

Glass shatters loudly, and yet the helicopter continues its gunfire as it hovers over the dome.

“What was that?” Brooklynn yells.

“Yeah! Kick its butt, Masrani!” Kenji screams, his hands cupping his mouth. “We’re saved! Yeah, baby!”

Kenji turns to Darius, slapping his back playfully. “Ah! I told you, they’ve got it totally under—”

In an instant, the helicopter is falling through the dome, gray smoke trailing after it before an explosion sounds across the dense forest.

A long string of blurs come after the explosion, and you can only hope that they aren’t what you think they are.

“Are those…?” You squint your eyes to differentiate the blurs soaring in the sky, but a tug at your wrists steals your focus.

Darius pulls you closer to the group as he replies. “The Pteranodons got loose. We’re practically sitting ducks! We’ve got to take cover!”

Kenji gasps as he takes the van tablet from Brooklynn’s hands.

“The Kayak River!” He points to a spot not too far from where you all were. “The entrance is near here. It goes underground, beneath the ridge. If we follow it, it’ll take us right to the main park.”

“Then that’s where we need to be. Come on!” Darius shouts, and everyone immediately heads for the Kayak River.

However, Bumpy can’t seem to get the hint that you all need to go. Ben tries to pull her from one side, but with her weight, he can only move her an inch or two away from where she stands.

You run back towards the two, grabbing one side of Bumpy as Ben grabs the other. With a huff, you both hold her in the air as you run after the others.

“Come on!” Darius hollers towards you and Ben, running ahead but never straying too far from the two of you.

Screeching from above becomes fearfully obvious, and you can only push yourself to run faster. Your legs ache, and a cramp in your side steals your breath like a parasite.

One Pteranodon dives, and Kenji, the appointed line leader, has to duck down to avoid its beak.

“Come on!” He yells as he changes course, running through some foliage.

Bumpy’s weight really begins to… well, weigh on you. Your breath comes out in shallow huffs, and a short glance towards Ben tells you he’s in the same boat.

Just before you can reach the tunnel leading towards the Kayak River, Ben’s legs give out, and Bumpy’s mass is shoved onto you. Her weight forces you down to the ground with her and Ben.

In an instant, Darius is in front of you, trying his best to pull Bumpy towards the tunnel where the rest of the group had already gone. Ben and you try to push her as Darius pulls, giving up on the whole carrying thing. Still, she only shrieks in fear of the situation.

A screech from above finally scares her into getting a move on, and she rushes past the three of you. The victory is extremely short-lived as a Pteranodon dives towards you all with ill intention.

You yowl in fright, pawing at the dirt to pull yourself upright and into a running position. Darius and Ben scurry after you, screaming all the while.

Running into the tunnel doesn’t grant you any safety, as the Pteranodon follows with determination. Its piercing cry echoes on the concrete walls.

Lit up by electric lanterns, a sliding door leading to the river attraction becomes your goal destination. Ignoring the soreness in virtually every part of your body, and the pounding in your head, you center your attention on the small gap between the door and the concrete frame.

Barging into the Kayak River area, twist your body in order to avoid stepping on Bumpy. With a leg up in the air, and your other foot bouncing to balance yourself, someone flings themselves into you before you can stabilize yourself.

You and the perpetrator fall to the ground, and though you expect to crack your head open on the concrete floor, your head meets a wooden dock instead. You can’t say the same for your back, sadly.

Pushing yourself up and onto your elbows, you stare with narrowed eyes at the culprit. Ben ignores your heated glare, koala-hugging you in response. You try standing, but the boy sticks to you like glue despite your efforts to peel him off. Gloomily accepting your fate, you survey your new surroundings.

Yasmina stands in front of the door, having been the one to slide it shut after the four of you ran in. The animalistic squeals behind the metal door give you tentative relief. Exhausted panting infiltrates the tunnel, everyone too busy catching their breath to discuss anything that had happened just yet.

“Jurassic World River Adventures,”

Ben’s grip on you falters as he looks up at the speakers in the ceiling. “What?”

“Prepare yourselves for the wonder of the underground river. Two adventurers per kayak. Life vests must be worn at all times. Adults, please fasten your own life vests before helping little adventurers. Remain seated at all times. Your journey begins now.”

In due time, Ben releases his grip on you and explores the tunnel with Bumpy. You gladly take a small break away from him. He was getting a bit too clingy for your tastes.

You pick up a stray life vest from the floor, the color a bright yellow hue. Both the vests and the oars had been left scattered around the Kayak River docks. The people down here must have been in a hurry to get out. Has the park already been evacuated?

Striving to forget that thought, you pull the vest over your head and fasten the click belt.

“Brooklynn and I call the CKK.” Kenji announces, hands placed proudly on his hips.

“CKK?” Brooklynn asks.

“Cool kids’ kayak.” He answers, flicking open some sunglasses before putting them on smoothly.

Brooklynn huffs in annoyance.

“Ben and Bumpy can go on this one.” Darius points to a specific kayak.

“I’ll go with them.” Yasmina says as she barges past Sammy. “Let’s go, dude.”

Ben stammers as he’s pushed toward the kayak.

That leaves you, Darius, and Sammy. Seeing as they were nearing the weight limit on Ben’s kayak, and Kenji didn’t invite you to the quote unquote CKK.

And you’re definitely saying that while doing the air quotes in your mind, because honestly, you’re a little peeved that they didn’t invite you.

“Come on, Sammy. Let’s get out of here.” Darius addresses her after a long silence.

She follows quietly as you and Darius lead her towards your guy’s boat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to thank you for your patience.”

As you all begin your little kayaking adventure, the tunnel becomes darker and darker. Yasmina and the CKK have a little collision because of the darkness, but Kenji brushes off Yasmina’s annoyance.

Your stare travels from the kayaks in front of you to Sammy’s back. You’re not too mad about her betrayal. You’ve only spoken to her once, after all.

You only wonder what the specifics of her situation are. Did her parents tell her to spy for them? Did she do it all on her own? What’s going to happen to her farm now with Jurassic World’s Indominus Rex situation?

You shook your head, putting your focus into paddling the kayak. You didn’t feel like asking her those things. It really wasn’t any of your business. You cast your gaze on Darius instead, who had his full attention on Sammy’s back.

Geez, he’s staring harder than you ever would. You slowly turn your head down towards the water beneath you. Along the walls of the artificial cave, a bioluminescent glow from the algae lights your group’s path.

It’s impressive just how pretty they made this place. You wished you could have come here in different circumstances. Words can’t describe the beauty of the waterfall in the Kayak River. And with the added bioluminescence, it has a magical glow that leaves your bunch gawking at the sight.

Your kayak sits in silence, at least until Sammy has enough of Darius’s prying eyes. Even the beautiful view can’t get her to ignore his prominent staring.

“Just ask.” She mutters.

Darius’s eyes widen upon being caught, his paddling pausing for a moment, though he adheres to her words, regardless.

“It’s just that you talk so much about your ranch and your family, but your family sent you here to break the law.” He draws out his words, awaiting a rebuttal from Sammy.

Sammy immediately turns to the boy, her brows furrowed. “Don’t, Darius. You don’t know anything about my family.”

“I know they put you in danger when they sent you to spy on the park. How can you still defend them?”

“Because they didn’t send me.” She admits. “They said no to Mantah Corp. I was the one who contacted the Mantah Corp agent. I agreed to come here.”

She finally turns to look you and Darius in the eyes. “My family… they didn’t even know what I was planning until I was already on the ferry. Smashing the phone was an accident, but Brooklynn’s right.”

You and Darius’s paddling had just about completely stopped. It’s only when she pauses do you both start up the paddling once more.

She faces away from the both of you, shaking her head earnestly. “This is all my fault.”

“I still don’t see why–” Darius begins.

Sammy turns suddenly, a serious expression worn on her face. “If your family was in trouble, wouldn’t you do anything in your power to save them?”

You and Darius stop in your tracks, her words sinking into your minds like a snake’s venomous fangs. Right, many people would, wouldn’t they?

A dreary atmosphere comes after. No words are spoken until everyone gets farther into the underpass.

“You guys, should the algae be moving?” Sammy questions, her voice loud so that the others could hear her from their kayaks.

On the upper cave ground stood two Parasaurolophuses, their bodies glowing a similar hue to the rest of the bioluminescent cave.

“Don’t panic, guys. They’re herbivores!” Darius reassures. “Unbelievable! Dr. Wu must have put the bioluminescent gene into these Parasaurolophuses.”

They growl deeply, watching calmly as the kayaks pass them by. When Bumpy squeals, however, the Parasaurolophuses crawl into the water. One emerges from the water right next to your boat, scaring the three of you from the sudden appearance.

Darius quickly gets over his surprise, reaching out to stroke its glowing snout in amazement. You watch as a carefree smile stretches across his face.

Though it quickly reverts into an expression of surprise when another Parasaurolophus bursts out of the water on the other side of your kayak, with about four more appearing soon after.

They groan and growl, pushing the kayaks against each other. It’s hard not to fall off of your kayak with the dinosaurs nearly shoving it underwater. The arm of one pushes your side of the kayak down and into the water. You push the arm away from you, aiming to stop the kayak from capsizing.

You can feel the chill of the water creeping onto your arm, and with a final push, the Parasaurolophus releases its grip from your side of the kayak.

Though with the freedom, you get tossed onto Darius’s legs while accidentally kicking Sammy.

She gasps, the kayak tilting to one end as she struggles to stay on board. Darius can only push himself into the kayak to avoid the neck of a Parasaurolophus.

Eventually it dives underwater, a bump coming from under your kayak as it makes its way towards Bumpy. With the disturbance gone, you help Sammy to the middle of the kayak, which settles the previously tilting boat.

She sends a thankful glance, but your attention is solely on the group of Parasaurolophuses surrounding Bumpy, Ben, and Yasmina.

Bumpy’s squealing had drawn them in. Did they think you guys were hurting her? That would explain their rather abrupt attack on your group. Someone just needs to calm Bumpy down and the Parasaurolophuses should back off. Maybe.

“Calm–” you start, however the unexpected silence from the Parasaurolophuses stuns you into a silence of your own.

The flock of dinosaurs stand eerily still, all peering into the darkness of the tunnel further ahead. With a sudden cry from one of them, the group of dinosaurs dive into the water and swim opposite to where your guys were heading.

Without finishing your sentence, you stare at the retreating herd, to the darkness of the tunnel, and then towards the kayaks of your fellow campers.

However, they soon disappear from your sight as in a thick layer of darkness obscures your vision. The colorful light of the algae from before is nowhere to be seen.

“Uh, cool kids to nerds, where are you?” A voice calls, and you don’t need to see him to tell that it’s Kenji.

“Over here!” Darius answers, ignoring the name-calling. “I think something scared the Parasaurolophuses.”

Sammy cuts in with a call of you and Darius’s name, her voice wobbly. “If we stopped paddling, why are we still moving forward?”

The two of you gasp, snapping your heads to the water carrying your kayaks forward all on its own. You hadn’t noticed because of the lack of light, but a current had forced your kayaks forward.

This isn’t right. As far as you know, the Kayak River attraction isn’t supposed to have a current. The fences may be down, but how would that affect the water down here?

Your question is answered by two separate tunnels further down. One mimicking the artificial cave architecture the tunnels had until now, while the other is a simple circular passage.

“Paddle! There’s a current pulling us into a different tunnel!” Darius orders with a shout.

Everyone shoves their oars into the water to backtrack, but the pull of the tide is much stronger than your guy’s paddling. Inevitably, your kayaks drag you down into the tunnel, your surroundings turning pitch-black before you’re shrouded in the blinding light of the sun.

Wait, the sun?

With a hand hovering over your eyes, you check your surroundings. Though they aren’t too different from before. You all are still on your kayaks, floating on water, only now your group is in some sort of water stadium.

“We’re okay. We’re okay.” Ben sighs happily.

Sammy leaned backwards into the kayak, her back resting on your legs as she laughed.

You ignored her, your head swiveling around in all directions. This place was like a football field, both in size and in looks. Only instead of a field, it had an enormous pool. This must be an attraction of some sort that happened to be connected to the Kayak River.

Although, if that’s true, the only aquatic animal Jurassic World could recover is the Mosasaurus. And you really don’t want this to be the Mosasaurus attraction.

A gasp from Kenji is enough confirmation that your assumptions are true. You hate being right sometimes.

“Why did you gasp? That didn’t sound like a good gasp!” Ben whines.

“Cause I know exactly where we are, guys.” Kenji mutters. “We’re in the Jurassic World Lagoon. And so is the Mosasaurus.”

His words bring about a quiet panic, one that has everyone looking every which way.

“I assume the Mosasaurus is some kind of giant fish dinosaur that’s gonna try and eat us?” Ben assumes with a whimper.

“Not exactly a dinosaur, but yeah, pretty much.” You correct, eyes searching for some kind of escape from the lagoon. But your lack of glasses makes it impossible.

A low, raspy growl sounding not too far behind you gets a yelp out of Darius. Definitely your guy’s signal to get the hell out of here.

Harder said than done, especially when the Mosasaurus circles your group. Its body is just barely hidden under the blue water, almost as if it wants to be seen. And maybe it does.

“It’s circling, testing us. It’s acting like a shark.” Brooklynn says in a low tone. “We’re intruders in its domain, so it’s investigating us. Before it gets confident, decides to… to…”

A snarl interrupts her whispering, and Bumpy squeals at the noise.

“This is bad,” Brooklynn finishes.

“We have to get out now!” Kenji whines, holding his oar to his chest in fear.

“There’s a ladder by the spectator stands.” Darius points, and though it’s only a blur of colors to you, your eyes follow his hand, regardless.

Kenji winces at the distance. “How are we gonna–”

“Y’all?” Sammy draws your attention to the water.

Just like Brooklynn said, the Mosasaurus is getting more confident, now swimming directly beneath your kayaks.

“Paddle! Go, go, go!” Darius commands.

“This is not how Kenji wanted to go out!” Kenji yells, his sunglasses close to falling off.

“This isn’t on my to-do list either!” Yasmina hisses.

So far you’ve all made it more or less half-way across the water with no disruptions from the Mosasaurus, but you’re sure that’ll change soon.

“Keep paddling!”

“Almost there!”

Bumpy squeals, fearful from the constant splashing and movement of the kayaks.

Another growl from the deep blue pushes you to paddle faster despite your sore arms.

The CKK, as Kenji had previously called it, arrives at the spectator stands before anyone else. And you wonder if your kayak will make it at all. With three people, your kayak’s been falling behind the other two. Even Bumpy’s kayak had gotten in front of you guys.

The three of you pant from exhaustion, shrieking at every wave made by the Mosasaurus. Because if anyone was going to get eaten, it would be the ones falling behind the rest. And admittedly, your kayak was doing exactly that.

You don’t draw your attention away from the spectator stand. You may not see it too well, but you trust Sammy and Darius to guide the kayak in the right direction.

“Don’t look back! Just keep paddling!” Darius calls out to Sammy and you.

“I’m trying!” Sammy says as she forces her head away from the splashing behind your kayak. “What’s Yaz doin’?”

Her words cause you to divert your attention to your side. There stands Yasmina in all her glory atop a small foot area at the bottom of a large metal pillar.

The pillar in question is used to keep the meat conveyor upright so that it’d stay out of reach from the Mosasaurus. It’s not how it would’ve fed in the wild, but they’ve got to put on the show for the guests, don’t they? Taking your attention off the money hungry tactics of Jurassic World, you wonder why in the world Yasmina’s standing there.

You get an answer when she bangs on the pillar, shouting at the top of her lungs. You couldn’t see it, but judging by her laughter, you guess it worked. Either that, or she was just insane. Considering her antics, you wouldn’t be too surprised.

“She’s distracting it, buying us time. Keep going!” Darius ordered, more towards Sammy than you, whose gaze had wandered yet again.

With a thud, your kayak meets the spectator stand roughly. Sammy crawls out first, lending a hand to you when you crawl out after. She instantly turns her attention towards Yasmina while you help Darius out of the kayak on your own.

“We’ve gotta do something!” Sammy cries, watching as the Mosasaurus swims towards Yasmina. She tears off her life vest, face wrinkled in fear as she hurries up the ladder leading to the stadium above. Darius and you follow in her footsteps, although a lot less hysteric.

A mechanical stir followed by Kenji’s shouting leads you to believe that Yasmina might actually have a chance at surviving this. Or at least you hope so. She’s one of the few people you enjoy here.

Joining the rest of the group at the stadium, you watch as a thick wire rope cable emerges from the water, a hook at the end. Tossing her oar into the depths below, Yasmina jumps onto it, grasping the cable with all four limbs.

“Go, go, go!”

“Yasmina!”

Once the cable is pulled as high as it can go, it moves in your guy’s direction. Yasmina leans back with her legs out, and then forward with her legs in. Over and over she does this, most likely to build momentum. With the Mosasaurus circling her below, and no set drop point, she’s going to jump.

“Come on, Yaz!”

“Oh, no…”

“She’s not gonna make it.”

As those words leave Kenji’s mouth, the Mosasaurus breaks the surface of the water, flinging itself upwards to snap its jaws at Yasmina. In an incredible show of luck, the Mosasaurus latches onto the horizontal wire holding the line and hook. Its teeth cut the wire and Yasmina swings through the air. Can’t be too lucky, it seems.

With little to no time to prepare herself, she’s flung straight into the stadiums. She lands in a crouched position, her feet meeting the ground violently. Yasmina grunts at the impact and curls in on herself, clutching her left leg in pain.

“Yasmina!”

You all surround her, forming a circle of concern. Darius and Sammy help her sit up.

“I’m okay.” She assures you all, but a touch to her ankle forces a pained groan from her lips. “I think.”

“Uh, also, where’d everyone go?” Ben asks, looking side to side at the empty stadium surrounding your group.

“They must’ve evacuated the park.” You answer swiftly, gaze switching from Yasmina’s injured leg to the empty stadium seats.

With no further words, everyone explores the stadium for signs of… well, anything really. Yasmina sits grumpily at the very bottom of the stadium, forced to stay where she’s at because of her possibly broken leg.

Despite the pain, she continues pressing her hands against her ankle as if it would suddenly stop hurting. You watch Sammy approach her, but it doesn’t seem to go well, considering Yasmina stands up and limps away from her.

You sigh, heart still beating out of your chest from everything that’s happened so far. Bumpy bellows softly to your left, happily being used as a pillow by Ben. His eyes are shut, but you doubt he was actually sleeping. At least he feels safe enough to close his eyes at all. You wonder why that is.

You jump and look away when he shifts from his previous position. He looks towards you, who pointedly looks the other way until he speaks.

“I’m… glad you’re okay.” A confused stare from you brings him to continue hastily. “I–I mean you, Darius, and Sammy.”

His words bring a perplexed look to your face, but you let a chuckle leave your mouth all the same.

“Thanks. Uh, you too, I guess.” Your words are lackluster, but his face lights up despite it.

It goes quiet between the two of you, but not in an awkward way. Which is a first for you. Ben lies back down, head resting on Bumpy’s back once more. And this time, he might actually sleep.

The blaring sound of a siren makes that an impossible feat, however, the noise invading everyone’s ears out of the blue. The siren stays at a steady pace, blaring its loud horn before fading and doing it all again.

The deafening sound of it forces you all into a wide-eyed daze, looking around like deers to the headlights of a car. You don’t want to ask, but you truly wonder how much worse this experience can get.

[lenoue]

“he'd tie sam up in extremely revealing positions; hands tied to feet, spreader bars, back arched at impossible positions.” HE SO WOULD. And we know he canonically spanks Sam sooo…he would do that during intimate times too 💕

im sorry to tell you anon but you've reached a tight grips and bruised fingerprint dean truther here 😔

i do think he might spank the women he picks up but sam? sam is to be held tightly like a vice, lest he slip out of his fingers. grip on the waist so strong, sam can swear he feels his bones creaking. if they're holding hands, dean squeezes his fingers when he's about to finish and sam thinks this is it, this time he's gonna break them to pieces

The only exception is his face. The tight squeezes to his jaw aren't doing much. Dean would slap him around, smack tap his face with the back of his fingers if he got too tired to keep his eyes open and make sure his face is red and splotchy by the time they're done.

sammy makes such a pretty picture like that <3