#those are going to be our vent tags- please proceed with caution if you do not block/blacklist them.

[myhomeisamongthetrees]

we are currently struggling on what we should do in terms of our relationship with our partner system/fiancé.

long story short, someone in their system abused us for 5 months of our relationship, and they (collectively) are still continuing with behaviors that are invalidating the new boundaries we had to set because of that abuse. they act as though we are abusive/neglectful for this- granted, yes, we are prone to emotional moments that cause lapses in judgement and to panic (which often causes us to not articulate things well), but they have refused consistently to make the changes we need to see to know that they are actively trying to make this relationship safer for us.

they continuously try to ask us for things that invalidate our new boundaries, and make statements that we feel are almost guilt-tripping. we are constantly dreading their next message(s) and all we want is one day without turmoil or fighting..

everyone is telling us to leave, and i know it would be best, but we are afraid of what they might do to themselves if we do.

we're sorry for how much we've rambled here- we just need a place to get all of this out before we lose our minds trying to process it all.

[hackereaped]

MOBILE RULES.

Seeing as I’m still dashboard only for the time being, I decided to make a post to place my rules for the time being. Please look these over if you plan on interacting with me and understand that most of these are in place for my own personal comfort and well being to write on this blog. I’m fairly chill and love making new friends, so these are never meant to cause any form of intimidation. If you have any questions or concerns, you are more than welcome to contact me and we can work things out.

001. Let's get this out of the way that first and foremost, do not interact if you support any of the isms ( racism, sexism, ableism, etc. ) Don't interact if you're homophobic, transphobic, etc. I don't have time to deal with intolerance on this site, we're not doing it. 2020's been rough enough. 002. Literacy is something that I come to expect with us being writers. It doesn't have to be perfect by any means, I make plenty of mistakes myself, I'm aware. So long as I can understand what's going on in the response, I'm fairly chill. English is rough man, I get it. Do your best, it's all I ask. 003. I'm not extremely active on any of my blogs. This is something that's extremely important for me to point out. I'm always around to share things, make posts, etc. What I mean by saying this is that writing is difficult for me sometimes, so there are days where even if I want to, I can't really get anything out. So, I vibe and focus on plotting instead. Please come to expect that I might not always be around to respond to something, my attention span makes it difficult to focus sometimes and write every single day; I'm primarily around when the urge to write is strong but do much better with plotting and THRIVE off of it! If you feel that I might have forgotten about a thread of ours, you may ask me about it and remind me! Chances are that I did just forget to respond and will try to get it out when I can! There are times where I'm active for days, there are times where I may be away for weeks. Just know I don't abandon my blogs unless the muse completely dies out, this hardly happens. You're more than welcome to softblock if this is something that doesn't blend well with what you're after. It's understandable, do what you gotta! 004. Drama is something I’m absolutely tired of. There are people who make me uncomfortable and if you find yourself blocked, chances are it’s due to the fact you interact with these people. I’m not going to name drop here, like I said, I’m too tired and those who need to know are in the know. Don’t drag me into your drama, you can vent to me just fine but the moment you try to make me be involved is the moment I’m over it. My rule of thumb when it comes to callouts and other issues is if the drama is more than a year old, you get a clean slate. Unless something presents itself to prove otherwise, that’s how I’m gonna stand. 005. This blog is multi-ship friendly. I'm always a sucker for different dynamics to explore. Romance, Rivals, Friends, Family, whatever type of dynamic you’d like to work out -- chances are I’m going to be down for! Unless my verse is specially made with your muse, I’ll more than likely be dabbling with multiple ships for each verse. Please do not try and force a ship on me. Sometimes muses and writing styles don’t blend well and that’s fine! But I will in no way tolerate force shipping and will more than likely only be shipping with close friends who I trust to begin with. Please understand that it’s nothing personal, I’m just doing this for my own comfort and well being. 006. My blog does practice mains and exclusives, depending on the muse. These people take priority with replies. Exclusives will be the only version of that character I'll write with for that muse ( but we can talk about other muse dynamics or connections and vibe! ) and mains will take priority, but the muse will interact with others of that same character. 007. This blog is NOT SPOILER FRIENDLY and will have spoilers posted throughout but will be tagged accordingly for the new TWEWY game as ntwewy spoilers*. The original game will NOT be tagged. If you do not wish to be spoiled for certain storylines and plot points, please proceed with caution and blacklist accordingly. 008. Mature themes are to be expected on this blog. Expect them on here and properly tagged as trigger tw*, if you need a specific trigger tagged; let me know and I'll make sure to do such for your safety! Twewy deals with some triggering content so please proceed at your own risk. I will ensure to do my part and tag any primary triggers that I can think of but if there’s something you need tagged, do feel free to let me know and I’ll fix that! It should be noted that Rhyme is a minor, NO SMUT SCENARIOS WILL TAKE PLACE WITH THEM. 009. Credit will always be given where credit is due!

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Phone Call Away

Request: Hello!!! So I was wondering if you could do a little sister winchester fic where the sister is having a bad day in terms of depression and Sam is at college so she calls dean who's on a hunt because she's afraid of what she might do to herself...if that's too dark I understand if you don't want to! Anyways I love your writing! Sorry for the long message!

A/N: Hello there love! Thank you for this daring request! I know this isn’t exactly like what you and requested, but I thought it was interesting to play around with the phone call concept, and the whole Sam off at college! If you dislike it, let me know and I will totally write you something new, or edit this one to make it the way you want it! I love you, and to all my boos ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING! My inbox and PMs are always open, and I am relatively active so please feel free to talk to me about anything you need too, or if you just want to vent!

Reminder that requests and the tag lists are open!

WARNING THIS CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ DEPRESSION!

Also by no means am I implying all depression leads to suicide or self harm I am truly going with what I found the nature of the request to be! Everyone struggles differently, and I am so so so proud of you all for making it this far! Keep it up! You can do it!

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“Y/N!” a brother screamed. Tears rushing down his cheeks, wanting nothing more but to somehow heal you.

“D-D-Dean,” you sputtered out, just as the impala’s engine had sputtered out that horrific noise early that morning.

“Baby girl hold on, hold on,” he cried, gripping you in his lap, trying to reach for the phone all at once. His fingers moved over the screen of the phone, hoping to somehow type in the unfamiliar number of his lost brother without looking. His cheeks were red, tears scarring them with a new-found color that shaded the skin even more.

Fumbling and holding onto his baby sister’s, your, form he finally got the number correctly indented into the screen, and pressed the fold up to his ear.

A groan answered before a small and breathy “Hello”.

“Sammy, Sam, she’s, it’s my,” Dean spat as he spoke, trying not to choke on the air entering and exiting his throat at the same time.

“Dean? Slow down, what’s going on?” he still had the boyishly charming voice, even when in the confusion of a cold night.

“Sam, it’s our little sister,” he cried out, “Its Y/N”.

With a panic lacing over the conversation, and agreement to meet at the nearest hospital to Dean was made. A soft sense of comfort was felt, knowing the two would be at the same place once again.

Dean gripped your unsteady form, and drove you to the nearest hospital. Workers and unfamiliar hands gripped your bloodied wrists, and a latex filled the nostrils of your unconscious form. Your brother followed the stretcher that held your small body. He pushed past many of the same arms that tried holding him back, stating they needed room to work.

You were his responsibility, it was always known he was to look out for you. He had failed with Sam, and he was now off at some college, learning how to live some white-picketed fenced job and partying with alcohol instead of using it to clean wounds. He had now failed with you, letting a darkness fill your mind and create a hostile environment through your veins. He let your depression win.

  You had called him earlier that morning. He had left your fast food bagged breakfast on the hotel table. He had written the note as always, stating his location and that he would be back in two days. He planned on finishing a hunt, per his father’s orders, and then heading back to you.

The call had been crackled, and disoriented as you asked him to come back. Without an actual reason for return Dean continued on, not understanding that the demons that took shelter in your mind, the one tormenting his baby, his little sister, had conjured up another torture of sadness, and a feeling of an emptied vessel. With pure intention, he ignored your plead for his return, and he moved on down the road, promising to be home later that night instead of on a few days.

As he was gone, your mind played with you, and led you to the bathroom. You had not known things were as far along as they were. You wanted it to end, you were tired. Oh, so tired.

You found the razor blades, making thin lines appear red as you prayed, wishing Dean would have listened to you. Everything you had feared you would do seeped through your tears and onto the counter.

But the thoughts kept playing with your soul, and the thoughts of an absent father and two brothers made you feel w o r t h l e s s.

That’s when one line smeared into five, and then continued on. Soon you were on the floor, leaving all behind, when your eldest brother paced into the bathroom. He gripped your wrists, and pulled you into his lap.

This led to the current position of his stress, and a car holding a slightly younger, but just as mature, man flying down highways.

  Arriving at three in the morning, Sam rushed into the emergency room, watching the hustle and bustle flow throughout the hallways. He spotted his brother pacing outside a room, and just beyond his scruff form a smaller, but not as small as he remembered, girl laying in the bed. Her eyes shut, looking an eerie peaceful, almost as if this was not the peace she needed.

His eyes fill with tears identical to those that his brother had before. He moves in closer to his brother, Dean, who he hasn’t see in three years. He stands awkwardly, hoping the tears will dry so the new memory his brother will embed into his mind won’t be a distorted image of him crying. He’s grown now, and needs to pull through emotions in order to help with this, is baby sister laying on a hospital bed.

“Sammy,” a gruff, and broken voice calls out.

“It’s Sam,” he sighs, realizing this isn’t the time to correct a childhood habit.

“Right.”

“So, she, uh, was having a rough day?” Sam asked, trying to comprehend the sights and smells of the surrounding.

Dean looked at his younger brother. “No, she was having a horrible day and we weren’t there!” he whisper yelled, tears forming again.

“I mean, I couldn’t really be there,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, “Oh, you couldn’t huh?” his voice grew louder, “You couldn’t call in and check on the only beautiful thing in this world? You couldn’t call in and ask her how she was doing, or better yet ask her to come visit? You couldn’t be damn brother to the only important thing this chaos has given us?” Dean started, catching his sobs.

Sam looked to the corner of his vision, fighting the tears, “Damn it Sammy, or Sam, whoever the hell you are. You couldn’t be a damn brother to your own baby sister and when I call asking for you to help me watch her possibly die you come in saying you couldn’t get to her when you…we both…could have been there,” Dean placed his hands on his head, swaying to the other side.

"I’m saying-,” but Sam was cut off by a doctor.

“Excuse me? Are you the guardian of Y/N Winchester?” the man asked. His clean-cut garments suggested he had not touched their sister’s wrists.

Both nodded, and Dean stepped forward, leaving Sam slightly behind.

“Your sister is in a state of unconsciousness. She did not do severe damage to any veins or arteries. Both the loss of blood and amount of stress the body was trying to compensate for made her collapse. She will be under surveillance until she wakes up, you both are welcome to stay with her,” he smiled, and lightly touched the arm of Sam, “However, she may, and most likely will need to undergo treatment for-,” but Dean interrupted him.

“Thanks doc, we’ll talk about that later”. The doctor nodded, and headed off down the hall. “This discussion is not over,” Dean pointed towards Sam, and then entered the room his little sister laid in.

  Sam placed his head against the glassed window, and looked up to the ceiling. He was lost in thought until he felt a slight vibration in the pocket of his jeans. Hoping for an excuse to recede out of his own mind, he flipped open the small device.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “She’s unconscious, but we may have bigger issues”.