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simply-wins-little-sis · 6 years ago

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Gone Grief

Request: Hey❣️Can I get a deanxSamxlittlesis story? She lives w/ them but she's feisty & always gets into trouble? She hides her self-harm scars & lies about it but they slowly figure it out & confront her force/her to show them? She tries to run away & they're both mad bc this isn't the first time & she had promised to stop. Time goes by & they find her cutting again & on drugs & is dangerously skinny & they're furious/confused but Cas comes & tells the boys about her eating disorder? Idk I need this rn

Tags: :@winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017 @the-third-winchester-warrior @hellhoundlover @emmazach @sisterwinchesterwriter @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @staticweekes @hi-my-name-is-riley @a-paranoid-bastard @because-you-never-know-when @enchantingempathhumanoidturtle @alexwinchester23 @winchesterhound @rosie-winchester

WARNINGS: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERIING TO THOS STRUGGING WITH SELF HARM, DPRESSION, EATING DISORDERS, DEATH, BLOOD, OR MENTAL HOSPITALS

PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION AND NEVER READ SOMETHING THAT WILL TRIGGER YOU OR PUT YOU IN A BAD PLACE!

A/N: This is very different from the request but for a long while I couldn't even begin writing this one because I would feel overwhelmed or sick. Here's my take on it. If you really would like the other one, let me know and I can rewrite. Thanks!

The flashbacks are in italics (As shown)

You seemed to have a limp when you walked. One that didn’t represent just an injury, but one that meant the chip on your shoulder was greater than what anyone around her could suspect. Your boots did all the talking for your mouth was always in a tight line.

“Miss Winchester, why don’t you come on in?” called a sweet voice, one full of warmth despite the cool wind that had a nip to it.

You just shook her head, holding in all the oxygen you could, for fear if you let go her brain would collapse into the biological and chemical components it was truly made of.

“Come on Y/N, get in there,” your brother Dean’s gruff and tired voice sounded through the doorway.

This was it, this was your time to heal.

“Y/N what are you doing?!” Sam had accidentally walked in on you. The bathroom in your Uncle Bobby’s house not as hard to open as some of the other ones in the motels you stayed in.

“N-Nothing,” you quickly tried to pull your sleeves down over your oozing wrist. You had split it open again in order to feel something besides the constant pain that held you captive day in and day out.

“Y/N oh my god,” Sam let out a breath. He wasn’t yelling, but panic was evident.

“Sam just leave it,” you pulled your arm away from him.

“Dean!” he called, “Dean!”

“So why don’t you start by telling me about yourself?” the woman, who you now knew to be Dr. Kelley, seemed to have a permanent welcome tattooed into her smile.

You sighed, “Don’t you know everything already?”

“No. You aren’t that file Miss Y/N. I only know what that paper tells, and I know that isn’t all of you.”

“Feels like it is sometimes,” you replied, quickly reaching for your sleeves for some comfort.

“Why don’t you start with how you’re feeling right now?” Kelley asked, not seeming to pry.

“Gone.”

“You need to eat something,” Dean cooed.

“I just can’t,” you cried, pushing your plate away.

“Come on kiddo, one bite,” Sam tried.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

“Damn it Y/N you’re starving yourself. You’re dying.”

“I know.”

The tears came a bit easier that night.

“Good morning Y/N, ready to take your medicine this morning?” Nurse Patty asked with a slight smile.

You shook your head, “It doesn’t help.”

“Give it time Miss Y/N. Maybe you’ll think about coming out to join group today?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

After a week of laying in the back of the impala, the motel, or wherever you could find with enough space, your brothers made a call to their Father’s old friend Doctor Kelley, who was a hunter’s child.

“Y/N you need to get up now, it’s time to go.”

“Go where Sammy. It’s so dark everywhere.”

Your dehydrated form seemed to be having illusions, that did not play well with your inner demons.

“You’re going to get help.”

“I guess it all started when we lost my friend Cara. It was my fault. I was supposed to be staying by the car, but I was angry that they didn’t trust me, and I went in. The vamp through me against the wall, my knee connected with brick and it somehow hit a nerve. I pried myself up, walked on it, and damaged it more. Cara was worse though, they knew I wanted her safe so they…and then things just started spiraling. I didn’t want to eat, and I kept blaming myself as I do now and it all just took me into a dark place.”

“I can relate,” Jessica smiled at you, “My friend was killed by vamps when I was seven. Put me into this constant state of fear, like am I going to be eaten today, and it made me not want to leave the house.”

You smile back, taking deep breaths and feeling your exposed skin, but not prying at the scars.

“So, she’s going to be alright here?” Dean asked, skeptical to leave his baby sister.

“Here we treat hunter’s kids who have rough patches. It’s safe. Everyone here has either experienced the life or has been hurt by it. She’ll be okay. I promise.”

With that the impala coasted down the highway, back to Bobby’s, short one sibling.

“Sam? Dean?” you called, tears streaming down your cheeks, but this time for a new emotion you hadn’t felt in so long.

“Y/N/N!” Sam pulled you into a hug.

“Her progress marks she can go home,” Dr. Kelley smiled.

“You’re better?” Dean questioned.

“Better than I ever have been.”

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loversung · 3 years ago

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(◕ᴥ◕) fanfic writers tag game!

tagged by: @dhoya thank u <3 although i don’t write near enough 😭

tagging: umm idk @byeongsung @cobbae @nari-nim and any writer friends/followers who wanna do it <3 no pressure though my beloveds i just don’t have many writer friends lmfao

what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

i’m embarrassed to say i used to write fanfiction for people like justin bieber, shawn mendes, austin mahone, and the other non-shawn magcon boys.

kpop wise i’ve written for bts, stray kids, ateez, a.c.e, victon, txt, got7, seventeen, treasure, the boyz, cravity, and enhypen. yeah, i know. don’t look at me.

what fandoms are you currently writing for?

nct 2020. they have enough members for my pea brain right now.

how long have you been writing?

for most of my life, honestly. but i started writing seriously about 7 or 8 years ago? and since then i’ve written things like plays that have actually gotten performed and shit.

on which platforms do you post your stories?

up until 2 years ago, i was a wattpad user. then i joined tumblr, and so far this is the only place i’ve posted my current pieces (thought i will likely cross post to ao3 and maybe wattpad to try to stop those thieves on those sites)

what is your favourite genre to write?

angst. anything to do with angst. i like to hurt. if i’m not choked up, sobbing while writing it, i’m not doing it right.

are you a pantser or a planner?

i try to plan, but usually i jump the gun and go straight in. once i have a vague idea of what i want to happen in a story, it’s over if i have the motivation to write it.

one shot or multi-chapter?

as of now, one shots. i want to try my hand at multi chaptered fics, though.

what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

i like thick stories with lots of existentialism in them. but it depends on the genre. for fluff or romance, anywhere from a couple thousand words. but for angst? break my tumblr when i try to reblog it.

what is your longest published story? is it complete?

ashamed to say that my longest oneshot is only 5.3k words ….

which story(ies) did you enjoy working on the most?

the aforementioned had a pretty spicy plot (angel vs demon) so it was quite fun to write. i might rewrite it and make it … not smut, and focus more on the tension of the enemies to lovers type thing.

i’m also enjoying working on “gimme some sugar” although i’ve run myself straight into a corner.

favourite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

i don’t typically write requests. it’s a weird thing where if it doesn’t come from my brain i literally cannot write it.

are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

no…? i don’t think so. i don’t really write enough to count.

current number of wips?

5 confirmed, over 40 stored in the brain bank able to be released at any time.

three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i use way too many lengthy sentences.

sometimes they read like a john green novel. no hate to john green (i enjoyed stories like looking for alaska, paper towns, etc.), but it makes me feel like i have nothing special about my own writing.

my style varies depending on the mood i’m in, so there’s always inconsistencies, even if they are minor, in my full pieces that take multiple sessions to finish.

a quote you like from a published story.

i, uh, unpublished everything. whoops.

a quote from an unpublished story.

tw: death and grief mentions

Death strikes when we least expect it. We live our lives, knowing that one day, we will die, yet somehow, when the inevitable has finally approached, nobody is ever prepared. All of our lives, we live a life to leave behind—a legacy, if you will—but it’s never enough. We’re selfish and pray that the deities would grant us the wish that we and our loved ones could live forever. And when they don’t, we cry. We cry, scream, and curse them as we drop to our knees, grasping at the ground beneath us, trying to gain a sense of reality.

— “by skill and valour”

this is a space for you to say something to your readers.

i’m more thankful for you guys than you could ever know. not to get personal, because i like to keep my private details private, but writing is my preferred form of escapism. when things get hard for me, i write to distract myself. and it means a lot that you all have stuck by me and choose to read my mediocre fruits of mental illness effort. i love you all.

also, please feel free to pop up in my asks or tag me in things that make you think of me. i love interacting with you all and making friends. and if you ever need someone to talk to, juno the resident mom friend™️ or older sister™️ is here. for anything. <3

#tag game

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banterpodcast · 2 years ago

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when i was in middle school a LOT of girls in my grade had started writing fanfiction and following each other on wattpad. so i tried to write one about magcon (most of us were writing about them or one direction). so i wrote maybe a few chapters, got about a 1000 reads, was very excited, then my sisters found it and teased me about it so i deleted the whole thing out of shame :( i wish i could reread it all the time

omg wait also since all the girls knew about each other stories, friends would write their friends into the story. so i had ask my friend to put my name in her story and she very kindly did THEN LITERALLY WROTE ME OUT 😭😭😭😭😭

THATS SO FUNNY my friend wrote a zombie apocalypse fic with all of us and killed me off within the first page

#asks from anon

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krism98 · 7 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Imagines

Nate Maloley

Ungraceful Tendencies Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Higher Than You Average Kite

Short Stuff Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

She Ain’t Fat Bruh, Just A Little Thick

Little Sister (Feat. Sammy Wilk)

Imagine Dating Nate

Taylor Caniff

YouNow

The Hoodie

Hayes Grier

Summer Lovin’ Part 1

Cameron Dallas

It Only Takes Once

Grammy’s

Burning Knockout

Kian Lawley

The Wedding

Near to You

Lights Out

Tit Bars

Almost Lover Part 2

5SOS

Calum Hood

Hoodie

Sammy Wilk

The Partner

Little Sister (Feat. Nate Maloley)

You Need Help

Shawn Mendes

Secrets Can’t be Held Part 1 Part 2

Dating Shawn Mendes

Teen Wolf

Pack

Little One Part 1 Part 2

Chemo-Signals Part 1

Scott McCall

Fluffy Puppy

Stiles Stilinski

Soulmates Part 1 Part 2

My Awkward Life In Snap Shots Part 1 Part 2

Ships

Omaha Squad for keeleyjeanx

Magcon and Omaha Squad for captainharrysscar

Magcon for sljtherins

Magcon for Anon