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okay 🧍‍♀️

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supernatural s2e15 tall tales / jared and jensen austin con 2025

then and now 😌

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Dark Haru fancam!!

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TOP TIER CONTENT

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Kyo's apology "hug".

Kyo's love language is definitely physical contact

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theres so much happening here

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catboy kyo ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ (1/?)

bonus:

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imagine waking up only to hear someone slander your name right outside your window

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still thinking about it

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Kaia: You’re insane!

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Dean Winchester (+) Mixed Metaphors

Bonus:

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⋆˚꩜｡ no incognito,

summary. sam left his laptop open. you didn't mean to pry. you promise you didn't. but the things you discover are life-changing. and ego boosting.

pairing. sam winchester x reader ( gn )

wordcount. 559 genre. silly ( mdni )

warnings. explicit themes, reader teasing sam over porn, masturbation mention, heavy innuendo, sam flustered, gender-neutral reader, unresolved sexual tension, lots of blushy sammy

notes. oh, to be sam's little fantasy swoon

Sam’s laptop hums on the bunker table, screen glowing faintly in the dim light. He must’ve stepped out for a shower—or maybe to grab another cup of coffee—but he’s made one fatal mistake.

He left it open.

And not just open, but with his browser up. His search history.

You weren’t planning on snooping. Honestly. But when the words on the screen catch your eye, you can’t not look.

[your hair color] moaning on top desk sex library innocent look while begging hands pinned above head kissing moaning while he fingers them under the table

Your eyebrows climb higher with each line. It’s not just porn—it’s pointedly you. Down to the hair, the quirks, the exact way you laugh. You can practically see him typing out every detail with those long, focused fingers.

The door creaks, and Sam walks back in, towel slung around his shoulders, damp hair curling at the ends. He freezes when he sees where your eyes are.

“Uh—” His voice cracks. “That’s—don’t—”

You lean back in your chair, smirk spreading slow and wicked. “Wow, Sammy. I didn’t know you liked that.” You gesture toward the screen. “Or should I say… me?”

Color floods his cheeks instantly, rushing all the way up to his ears. “It’s not—it’s—”

“‘Soft thighs,’” you read aloud, sing-song. “That sound familiar to you? Because it sure sounds familiar to me.”

Sam shuts the laptop with a snap, his movements clumsy in his rush. “Okay. Enough. Stop.”

But you’re grinning, unable to resist twisting the knife. “And this one—‘moaning into his mouth’—Sam, you’re basically writing erotica about me.” You tap your chin in mock thought. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”

He runs a hand down his face, groaning. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Oh, I bet I wasn’t,” you tease, standing now, circling him like a shark. “You wanted to keep it your dirty little secret. Late nights, locked doors, your hand wrapped around—”

“Y/N.” His tone is a warning, low and strained, but his blush is brighter than ever.

You step closer, close enough that his breath hitches. “Tell me, Sammy… when you’re looking all that stuff up, do you imagine me?”

His throat works around a swallow, eyes flicking down to your mouth before darting away. “I… I don’t—”

“You totally do.” Your smile softens, but your voice drops lower, warmer. “You imagine me, falling apart under you. Begging. Just like the videos.”

Sam closes his eyes, like he can will himself not to react, but the tension in his jaw betrays him.

“God, you’re adorable,” you whisper. “Blushing like a teenager, and all I did was find your porn.”

He opens his eyes again, and there’s heat there now—heat that makes your breath catch. “You should stop teasing me,” he says, voice rough.

“Why?” you ask, tilting your head. “You’ll do something about it?”

For a long moment, you just stare at each other. The air between you hums, thick with everything unsaid. Then Sam exhales sharply, stepping back before he does something reckless.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters, grabbing his laptop and retreating toward his room.

You call after him, smirking, “Better add that to your search history, Winchester!”

His groan echoes down the hall, and you can’t stop laughing—though you make a mental note: next time, you might just let him catch you watching.

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THIS SCENE RAISED MY STANDARDS FOR ROMANCE SO HIGH

The fact that Yuki noticed that Machi was uncomfortable and just casually broke it for her??? While looking like he was doing work? I know this is just raising my already unrealistic expectations of men and making it worse but still! THIS SCENE.

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Yuki x Machi is such a great ship because their most romantic and influential scene doesn't make any sense whatsoever to people who don't have context

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I’m not through Fruits Baskets yet (slowly doling out season 3 to myself like little treats) but the dichotomy between Akito’s belief that she is owed the zodiacs’ love and devotion, that they are hers and hers alone, and Tohru’s unwavering and unconditional love and support for every member of the Zodiac she’s met is fascinating.

Akito is set up to fail, between being told she was born to be loved and the abuses her mother committed. She doesn’t have the tools to create natural and reciprocal bonds with anyone. But Tohru, even with all of the losses she’s suffered, has been raised to love and be loved. Her mother poured love and devotion into her, unconditionally, and that gives Tohru the ability to pass that on to the people she meets.

And most of the people she meets reflect that love and devotion back to her. She heals them, because she lets them be themselves and accepts all parts of them.