Hurt!Sam or Hurt!Jared Fic Recs - Theme: Psychological Trauma #1

Mismanaged by macbyrne (58,000 words, NC-17, Jared/Jensen, depression, breakdown, and suicide attempt)

Summary: Jared has a secret that he hides from everyone. The only family he has left, his manager, has been manipulating him, forcing him to audition the old-fashioned way: on his knees. When he meets Jensen, he knows his secret is in jeopardy. When Jensen finds out, will he listen or will he break Jared’s heart?  

Dictionary for a Dead Language by britomart_is (22,000 words, NC-17, Sam/Dean, post-vessel Sam, comatose Sam)

Summary: Under mysterious circumstances bitterly disputed by the historians, Sam Winchester said yes to Lucifer. Three years later, Lucifer is gone and the familiar landscape that the Winchesters once traversed is a burnt-out ruin of its former self — not to mention the damage done to Lucifer’s vessel. Trapped in a grotesque parody of domestic bliss with a brother he no longer recognizes, a shell-shocked Dean has no reason to believe that happy endings exist for men like the Winchesters.

Slow Poison by K Hanna Korossy (4,309 words, gen, anguish and grief)

Summary: Mystery Spot missing day: The taco wasn’t funny at all.

Between The Lines Of Fear and Blame by faye_dartmouth (44,364 words, gen, depression, angst, broken Sam)

Summary: In the hunt for Lucifer, Sam is hurt and Dean has to embark on a quest to find his brother in more ways than one. 

One Saved Message by ratherastory (6,500 words, gen, emotional trauma, concussion)

Summary: After a hunting accident puts Sam out of commission for a couple of days, Dean decides to surprise his brother with a new phone, since his old one is toast. Even better is when he finds that he’s been able to save all of Sam’s old information and restore it to his cell. That’s when he discovers an old voicemail that Sam has kept saved for the last two and a half years…

It’s ridiculous how this is so fucking prevalent on this website.

There are women writing fiction that sexualises underage boys.

Fictitious or not, it’s still so very fucked up.

If they were blogs writing fiction about underage girls, everyone would be up in arms.

So why the fuck are you all sitting there, turning your eyes away from the THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF WOMEN ON THIS WEBSITE WRITING SEXUAL/RAPE FICTION ABOUT UNDERAGE CHILDREN.

Here is my opinion of the age difference/blood relationship topic in my or your ships/ Esta es mi opinon de la diferencia de edades/la relacion de sangre en mis o tus ships:


I don’t give a fuck. Me too. We too. None of us gives a fuck. The ocean doesn’t give a fuck. The nature doesn’t give a fuck. Einstein doesn’t give a fuck. The world doesn’t give a fuck. The moon doesn’t give a fuck. The solar system doesn’t give a fuck. The galaxy doesn’t give a fuck. The quantum strings doesn’t give a fuck. The atoms doesn’t give a fuck. The quantum vacuum doesn’t give a fuck. The universe doesn’t give a fuck. The multiverse doesn’t give a fuck. The continuity of space-time doesn’t give a fuck. Even the existence doesn’t give a fuck.

Dreams are made of these...

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by Vesta (Biggelois)

Sometimes dreams can be so very, very real. Dean had just had the weirdest one…

Words: 3117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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I love anti-shippers. Like I hate how much I see them in ship tags and I hate how SJW they are, but like come on!!! I love how they think they own people, that people care about thier comfort when they don’t care about other people. I love how I can get under their skin with just a mention of a ship. I love controlling them. Which sounds weird, but it’s thrilling. They act like they can make me feel bad, but show them a triangle touching a pine tree and they lose their fucking marbles. So come at me antis. Come the fuck at me. I love every second, every word, every thought you send to me becuase it just proves you are just lonely horrible bullies. I’ll just sit here with my disgusting problematic ships and laugh.

three days on a drunken sin

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by intoxicatelou

Kissing your brother tastes like defeat and victory, but mostly whiskey.

Words: 1153, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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this isnt art but quick update on Of Sharks and Minos;
i was so stumped on what i wanted to do like i knew the ending but i didnt /know/ the ending you feel but then guess what aha my dads a writer and man we sat down and just discussed stories and plots ideas and i helped with his book and just HOLY SHIT did he help with mine like

what i have planned for the mer boys

what i have planned… >:]

okay off to work aha

With some characters I’m like: Hell, yeah, I’ll multiship the hell out of you with anyone who’s good enough for you and love all these ships like babies and be overwhelmed by so many feels!

but with some characters I’m totally like: You have ONE soulmate and ONE ONLY and ONLY THEY ARE GOOD FOR YOU and no one else is ever going to deserve you and make you happy and any other ship is a big big NOTP, because JUST NO.

Sand Between Our Toes

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by non_tiembo_mala

Dean makes good on that promise to get them to beach.

Words: 865, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Tumblr Drabbles, Ficlets, and Brother Moments ♥

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hardly golden

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by Theboys

His hands span Dean’s ribs and he counts, a dozen per side. Dean’s ass presses back against the blood-strain of his dick and Sam turns his head up to the water-logged ceiling on a blink.

Sam holds his breath for the sound, sometimes.

After the fire that killed his mother and turned his father, Dean didn’t ever quite get his voice back.

Words: 7281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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