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[disguting-girl-reads]

MY FAVORITE (LONG) FICS - Wincest Edition

I will not be placing them in any specific order. Also, a long-fic in my definition is anything above 50k words.

Pine Sweat by Goshen (applecrumbledore)

Sam watched Dean hack up firewood with his hatchet. The magically-induced heat wave had his shirt soaked with sweat.

“Did you ever have a, uh… experimental phase?” Sam smacked his lips, trying to think of a diplomatic way to phrase it. “That kid—by which I mean you—has been staring. At me. Kind of a lot.”

(Sam and Dean get sent back to 1996 and go on a hunt with their teenaged selves. The kids don't know who they are.)

This one is so sweet and funny and the plot is so good!! I usually don't go for time-travel stories, but that's a comfort one for me, I really love teenage Dean and Sam in this one.

10 chapters (105,324k words)

TW: Canon-Typical Violence, Animal Death (brief), Mild Gore (not many TW, that's a mostly wholesome one)

To Sound The Depths by Pendragony

Dean has always set aside his needs, repressing his instincts for the sake of Sam. Sometimes he thinks he doesn’t even know how to be an Omega any more. When the brothers pose as a couple to investigate a spate of drowned Alphas, Dean starts to get back in touch with his Omega self. But when the heat is on, will Dean still be able to protect Sam?

a fake dating ABO AU that I love so much. Fake dating for a case is one of my favorite plots in Wincest fics.

15 chapters (66,460k words)

TW: Slight Dub-Con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Attempted Sexual Assault

Suave & Complicated by OldToadWoman

Sam and Dean discover a useful, little, magical artifact. No one is forcing them to do anything. No one is going to die if they don't. They don't even feel a strange compulsion. But… it would be really helpful if they powered up the magical stone… and… all they have to do is kiss.

This one is so damm funny. It seens almost like a crack-fic, but the plot is good, and the smut is still hot. Dean is so oblivious in this one, poor dumb thing lol

11 chapters (56,923k words)

TW: Canon-Typical Violence (it's just a really wholesome one)

The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst

Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.

Another fake dating for a case. Also, that was the first wincest fic I've read!

13 chapters (62,264k words)

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence (only TW's is what usually already happens on the show, soooo)

Kill The Lights by silver9mm

Less than a minute had passed since Sam had killed the guard and then five more people. This man’s speech had lasted maybe twenty seconds, but Sam had been separated from Dean for three hundred and sixteen days and nine hours, which made the total time of his life without Dean nearly five complete years, and the thought of listening to this fucker talk for one more second instead of getting his brother and getting the fuck out was unendurable.

I think that's the darkest wincest fic I have read so far. This one wins the most-fucked-up-fic-award in this post. It's really hot, though, and I really enjoyed this one.

35 chapters (143k words)

TW: Extremely Dubious Consent,Rape/Non-con, Bad BDSM Etiquette (really bad guys, lol), Unhappy Ending, Implied Bestiality (really only implied, there's no graphic scenes)

[donnerpartyofone]

Tagged by @barnsburntdownnow / @silver9mm to list ten of my favorite movies using only gifs. I never know who to tag! @moviesludge is my impulse but he made a way of life out of this already. @hechiceria @clarabeau @former-contender ... hmmmmmmm...

[hellhoundsprey]

This is kind of a random ask, but do you have any blog recommendations for people who are chill about wincest AND destiel? I like both and want to support creators from both, but I feel like I'm always just avoiding drama about one or the other, and your blog never feels that way! I love it here.

Hi there! Yeah, I totally get where you're coming from! For multishippers like us, keeping a curated dash is very much essential for any sort of worthwhile online fandom life :)). I'm glad my blog is a chill place for you!

As for recommendations: here are some of the peeps with whom I've been super happy with over the years. They're either super chill with multishipping or are outspoken multishippers themselves.

@stripperlecki

@awabubbles / @awaart / @awaafterdark

@silver9mm

@thegoodthebadandtheart

@husbro

@gutterhoney

@homo-pink

@weefaol

@bitchfacebrothers

@azrielrose

@ryugarika

@kansaskissedlips

@samanddeaninpanties

@theangiediary

@tradwifesam

(If any of y'all want to be taken off this list of course simply let me know, no problemo 🙏🏻. You're just really cool and I enjoy you on my dash so that's why you're in this list.)

[ohwhoopsok]

This is a gift for my fandom godmother @silver9mm​ who very kindly donated to the national abortion fund and then very bravely left me to write something unhinged.

I hope you like it, mommy. 🥰

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SPN | Wincest | Explicit | 3k | Violence & Bad BDSM Etiquette

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Summary:

There are few people Dean has met who would be willing to get him off the way he wants, and even fewer that he would trust with that sort of power. It takes many years and many deaths, a few of their own deaths, before Sam’s restraint fails him once again, but this time he comes at Dean mouth first.

And Dean knows it’s really Sam this time, because Sam doesn’t taste like brimstone outside of hell. He does taste like blood pretty often, though, splitting Dean’s lip between his teeth in his eagerness.

“Sorry,” Sam mutters into his mouth and Dean even believes he means it.

(Dean doesn't want Sam to be nice about this.)

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Heed the tags and continue reading on Ao3. 🔞

[fuckpigband]

I was hoping you would be able to tell me if Exaggerated_Specificity is still active anywhere. I’ve been soothing myself by rereading everything y’all have written both together and separately and I have a question about a particular story by Exaggerated_Specificity.

roadie silver9mm here: the best thing to do would be comment on the fic. no guarantees, but she's out there :)

[digitalmeowmix]

@monstersandbrothers @according2thelore @accidentalwincest @stanfordsweater @nameslikeguns @fictionallemons @catnipster69 @deanplease @silver9mm @spnyuri @hook-excho-squall-bankfull @deanclitoris @lovetheirloves @winchesterpandemic @hathfrozen @ladyculebras @submarinerwrites @quietdiscerning @fallenfar @seanwinchester @lilacpaperbird @softyshibu @bladesoulmates

@nyxocity @soulless-puppy @soulmates-for-real-tranquility @soulboundbrothers @ani-coolgirl @winbred @winfreak @midnightsilver

@brothersinablackcar @frecklesndimples @esthershapiro @june-dandelion @kassyscarlett @deanscutiepiesam @brazilgp @preseriesdean @paranoidxbastard @bizarrochesters @need-more-meta @sixtysevenautomatic @blood-prayer @gracerene @killabeezish @supergaysupernatural @win-chesters @tornuproad @coffincanary

Best RPF Ship - Round 4 Match 8

[disguting-girl-reads]

Rec me the most disturbing / horrific spn fic you've ever read. <3

I have to admit I don't read a lot of really dark/fucked up spn/wincest fics, but the darkest one I can rec you is definitely Kill The Lights by silver9mm!! I really love this one, we have a lot of fucked up things going on, and a very bad ending (which I adore).

It's a s4 au where sam never dies, so dean doesn't go to hell, but things are still awful lmao

trigger warnings include: rape/non-consent and dubious consent, drug addiction, a very grapphic drug withdrawal, implied bestiality, torture, cheating, a VERY BAD bdsm etiquette (it's truly bad), dean has an eating disorder and is basically a sex traffic victim in a sense + it also have an enema scene, watersports, needle play, gunplay, dean wears a teenage girl's underwear once

oh, there's also samruby, which may bother some, but I think it's hot lol

[nyxocity]

Candles Wish S13 Coda (Wincest)

There is no angel exorcism spell that Sam knows of right now.

Fingers glide along the page before he turns it, and he thinks that somewhere, there must be one.

“Don’t you think we would know?” Castiel had asked, his brows pulling together into a crease.

“Like we knew about the Mark of Cain? Or the Darkness? Or that we could kill Death? Or that Lucifer could reproduce?” Sam had bowed his head back over his book and shaken his head. “We know so much about the supernatural, probably more than anyone else alive, with the Men of Letters’ resources… and yet somehow we always end up fighting in the dark.”

“That’s not true. We’ve also fought during the day.”

Sam had huffed out a tired laugh, tried not to roll his eyes. “Cas--”

There had been just the ghost of a smile lurking around Castiel’s lips. “You’re… are you making a joke?” Sam had asked, disbelieving.

“Isn’t that what Dean would do?” Castiel had asked with a tilt of his head.

And then Sam had understood.

“I know you miss him,” Castiel had said quietly. “I do too.”

If Sam had only missed Dean, that would have been fine. People missed each other all the time. But this wasn’t just a sense of loss, or a change of routine.

Sam has turned the pages of many tomes by now, seen the faces of a hundred Michael’s. The Renaissance paintings with all their blazing light and color can’t do justice to Dean. The rounded, angelic faces and full lips a pale attempt at his brother’s beauty, falling flat and cold by comparison. Michael in all his glory can’t hold a candle to the energy of Dean simply occupying a room. Even when his brother sits still there’s a sense of movement, of energy about him. Dean has never in his life simply sat in the dark; the dark was a space Dean had chosen to fill.

Sam feels the lack of that energy, that presence now, grown so used to it that its absence seems a living thing. In the bunker, there’s a Dean-shaped hole that follows Sam like a shadow, scooped out like the hollow space in his soul. They are grown men and they keep their own rooms, but all too often they still share as they’ve shared motel rooms and beds for so many years, bodies slotted together, snugged up safe and side by side, their intertwined limbs forming the shape of a secret, the unspoken words of a vow.

In the darkness, beneath the blankets, beneath the moon, he has traced the shape of his brother’s lips a thousand times, stared into the fire of those sharp eyes, and known he was home.

Michael is ice, carved from marble and empty of life, and for the few moments Sam had looked into the angel’s eyes inside his brother’s body, he’d understood that Michael had no soul. That Dean was completely gone, shoved so deep down inside that he might be lost forever.

Sam doesn’t just miss Dean. He is unnerved by the lack of Dean. Not just by the lack of Dean beside him--the empty hole that sits and stares--but by the lack of Dean in this world. Even Dean with the mark, Dean as a demon; both had still been Dean deep down. He could see glimpses of his brother, his lover, still struggling to live. But now Dean is gone, buried inside the bones of a creature cold and fine as snow, and Sam feels aloneness as he never has.

Sam takes a breath, letting air fill his lungs, and turns another page.

There is no angel exorcism spell that Sam knows of right now.

But he will find one, if he has to tear down heaven and write it in the blood of the angels, himself.

[hellhoundsprey]

so SO excited to read bounty II omg. fic of all time if u ask me

And I'm so goddamn excited to write it, anon!! @alignallofthelights outdid himself with the plot for this sequel, his worldbuilding came out of nowhere for me who considered this one a PWP...! How naive I was :))).

The rough draft itself stands at 3.9k, we're shooting for 20k. We'll get the first half told from Jensen's POV and the second from Jared's.

This one's all about humiliation and touch starvation... Jensen might be a little too stubborn for his own good, but "patient" new king Jared has plenty of aces up his sleeve to wear him down all the way to his breaking point 💕.

The writing phase will start approx. next week, so with a bit of elbow grease from me and my lovely beta @silver9mm, this baby is gonna go on AO3 by the end of November!

(PS: in case anyone hasn't peeked at the first installment yet—read "bounty" on AO3 ❤)

[ohwhoopsok]

Get To Know Me

@silver9mm is apparently not sick of my rambling ❤

Name: Whoops

Star Sign: Aries

Height: 5′6″

Sexuality: Pansexual

Lock Screen: Majora’s Mask

Ever had a crush on a teacher: No, but I have had some hot teachers tbh

Where do you see yourself in ten years?: Assuming the world makes it? In a small apartment writing a book!

If you could go anywhere where would you go? I just want to go! I’d love to travel with someone to just about anywhere, esp a food tour.

Coolest Halloween Costume: I guess the halloween drag show i did as a... emo monster sub boy? Idek what was going on there, but it worked.

Favourite 90s tv show?: Fresh Prince!

Last Kiss: Of the romantic variety? 4 years ago.

Have you ever been stood up? Nope!

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: Nope!

Favourite pair of shoes: My old beat up Nikes because I’m a teenage boy inside apparently

Favourite fruit: Apples

Favourite Book: The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic is my current obsession

Stupidest Thing You’ve Ever Done: Kissed the friend who was presently dating our RA, that didn’t work out great for us which is exactly what happens when you lie and say people are ok with things they aren’t, dickhead

If you’d like to play! @longhornletters @prygelknabe

[oceansima]

Rules: Using only song titles from one artist/band cleverly answer the questions and then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @silver9mm. Thank you.

Artist: Anathema

How I feel: The storm befor the calm

If I could go anywhere: Far away

Favorite mode of transportation: Distant satellites

My best friend: Temporary peace

Favorite time of day: The gathering of the clouds

If my life was a TV show: Hope

Relationship status: Feel

I won’t tag anyone, because I’m just too shy.

[zmediaoutlet]

fic for fire relief: masterpost

These are the fics written in exchange for donations to organizations that support wildfire relief.

All told, readers donated $745, to the following organizations: the United Way, the Red Cross, the Wildland Firefighter Foundation, and the Global Empowerment Mission.

I did my best to follow the spirit of each request, although I took a while longer than I’d hoped. I hope that those who donated enjoyed the fills. Below is the list of fics in the order they were written, along with the basic pairing/request/warning information. All of the fics can be found on my blog under the tag #fffr, and most can be found on AO3 as indicated. The full series on AO3 is here, with full tags and summaries.

reunion theory FFVII, Cloud/Sephiroth & Cloud/Hojo, non-con, body horror, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

the honeytrap RPF, Jared/Jensen, Mob AU, Prostitution, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

scotch courage SPN, Kevin/Sam, drunkenness, hair kink, M. (tumblr) - (AO3)

he will tear your city down Captive Prince, Damen/Laurent, Dom/sub elements, hurt/comfort, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

cyrano RPF, Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Antony Starr, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

two runners on base SPN, Dean/Deacon, Dom/sub, Toys, Double Penetration, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

what’s to stop me, pretty baby SPN, Sam/Dean, Rape, Mark of Cain!Dean, Handcuffs, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

the need to choose SPN, Sam/Dean, ABO, Pregnancy, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

transference Umbrella Academy, Diego/Grace, Oedipal Issues, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

vertex SPN, Dean/John, Stanford Era, Desperate Sex, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

faith without works is dead SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam’s Powers, Dub-con, M. (tumblr) - (AO3)

be subject to each other SPN, Sam/Dean, Voyeurism, Photography, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

you know i’m gonna be like him SPN, Sam/Dean, Dean/John, past abuse, memories, M. (tumblr) - (AO3)

unbalance RPF, Jared/Jensen, ABO, prostitution, class issues, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

buccaneer SPN, Dean/Crowley, girl!Dean, demon!Dean, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

untitled SPN, Kevin/Gabriel, tickling, T. (tumblr)

make much of time SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam/Dean/Jack, virginity loss, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

see things so much clearer SPN, Sam/Dean, Pre-series, Pining, Diary, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

won’t let you let me down so easily SPN, Sam/Brady, Non-con, Mind Control, Gangbang, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

untitled SPN, Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Jack, Rape, E. (tumblr)

the beams of our house are cedar SPN, Sam/Dean, Bunker era, Panties, Feminization, E. (tumblr) - (AO3)

[nyxocity]

holy fuck this song though

@silver9mm

[silver9mm]

I was tagged (months ago?) by my best bat-friend @exaggeratedspecificity to name 15 songs that I love, and I was really inspired by her emotional stories behind her choices so I thought I’d put a little effort into mine, too. 

But the thing is, when I start thinking back to songs that mean something to me, like super personally...well, sometimes I just don’t want to remember things. I got really sick when I was 11 and now it’s systemic and chronic, and it turned me schizophrenic starting about age 16 and that lasted for another 15 years. Music, literally, kept me alive. It was my best friend, the one thing I could trust. It was how I found validation for the fucked up things I was seeing and the way I felt. It’s how I spoke to the outside world---anyone who knew me then got at least one mix-tape from me, sometimes dozens. I would take lyrics and write stories about my friends with them. I had to go home and get lyrics down on paper instead of going to parties. When I rode the train cross-country, I lugged my 300 disc CD book the whole way, clutched to my chest. I kind of want to be buried with my headphones in but I’m a little worried I’ll wake up from being dead when the battery runs out.

Anyway, in the last few years...basically since I discovered Supernatural, music has taken on a whole new meaning for me. Life in general has changed. It’s better. It’s more fun, more interesting. I’ve found a creative outlet, and especially concerning music, I’m not slathering my experiences, my insanity, my feelings of loss and isolation and paranoia and confusion all over it. I’ve learned how to step outside my little fear-bubble and enjoy music from a whole new angle. So I thought, instead of going through my 130 gigs of music and forcing myself to think about those songs that I love for personal reasons and thus scratching at emotional scars and scabs of my real life, I’d do something more fun for me and pick my 15 favourite songs that exemplify my 15 long Supernatural fics, because since I’ve been writing, my life has improved by leaps and bounds and there’s not a single traumatic memory attached to the experience.

That was really long-winded.

With You by Matt Simons: This is from the soundtrack to Sense Of Life, which is my first published fic. I’m so glad I wasn’t really ‘in the fandom’ when I wrote this, because I never would have had the guts to write it if I’d known how much most shippers don’t like OFC. I would have worried too much about Mary-Sue’ing or whatever whatever. What I wanted to write about was giving the boys something to love, and then taking it away from them, because if they aren’t hurting, what’s the point? So I gave Sam a separated-at-six-months twin sister, and Dean a sick angel, then I gave them reasons to all get naked in a room together, because little did I know, Plot Productive Porn™ would be my go-to writing device. Anyway, looming over the whole fiasco is John Winchester’s A+ parenting, which sets this story up in the first place, and I was so gleefully fulfilled when I randomly heard this song somewhere while writing the fic. I was like, yesperfect.

My job to control you, darling, though I barely know you, hoping you grow tired and start giving in. Spout of holy water pour it on my only daughter maybe there's a shot she'll begin again. So wrong

Lucky With Disease by Elbow: I think this would be Crowley’s favourite band. That said, this is one of my most favourite wincestiel songs and is perfect for Wash It Away---the first fic I wrote, and it shows. A few OOC things, but I just went with what I picked up from the light smattering of gifs that had crossed my dash---I hadn’t even seen a single episode of the show yet. My least favourite fic, but still...it’s not terrible, and I love the dynamic of hurt-angry!Dean and fixer!Sam and Cas falling somewhere in between, willing to do whatever it takes to help. I definitely stuck to the first two characterisations for the rest of my writing. 

Fell like a crippled crow Spinning through and breaking branches I'm in a bad way Call my friends, they'll know what to do

Not as handsome as my brother But I've been lucky with disease

And yes, I'm a better friend Than I've ever been a lover And that's not saying much But I'm not saying much today

Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless: In some different timeline, all I’m doing is writing Megstiel. But Never The Same is all I’ve managed and it’s typical---crazy!Cas and caretaker!Meg, bees, honey. Okay, honey as lube and bees around quivering nethers, but that ‘oh what the fuck okay fine’ sentiment is there that I always loved so much about Meg. 

I had everything Opportunities for eternity And I could belong to the night Then your eyes Your eyes I can see in your eyes Your eyes You make me wanna die I'll never be good enough You make me wanna die

Adolescence by Brown Bird: Rise Above It is my goriest fic to-date, and the sort of weird, sinister nature of this song seems perfect for it. Another wincestiel fic in the same vein of WIA but I think I got the characters down a little better. Dean can’t stand himself and thinks he hates Castiel for caring about him, and Cas, par for the course, makes things worse trying to make it better, but Sam knows just where to dig into the bloody mess to get it all right again. 

So long adolescence of the frightened soul You're entering the ritual Lay down your every fear upon the altar child Prepare to play the man's role

Stay strong the sound of screaming's just the sacred rite Of death begetting new life

We are here but for the grace of everything divine It's the providence that we must find

If (don’t ever blame yourself) by Last Days of April: People who can write early-season wincest are my heroes, okay. Dean’s a different animal now, isn’t he? I’m not even remotely suggesting he’s better one way or the other, just that he’s harder for me to grasp in the first couple of seasons. Harder for me to find his voice, and I can’t even say I really ‘got it’ with The Dawn Breaks...because I don’t fucking remember writing this fic at all. I have no idea where it came from, but it’s dark and dirty and Sam is toeing the line of making himself into the same monster that hurt Dean in the first place, but in the end, he pulls it off.

If it is hard to bear I'll hold the weight If there are things you ain't I'll compensate But you should never blame yourself Put the blame on everybody else 'cause they don't see what I see If no one understands I'll understand

Lovers’ Eyes by Mumford and Sons: ngl, the entire soundtrack for Becoming Less Defined is my favourite song. I fucking nailed it with these songs: perfect combo, perfect order, perfect atmosphere, but this song in particular showcases my particular obsessive trope here. I’m so fucking proud of this ’verse, and I’m climbing the walls to get back to it and finish it. I can’t leave omega-tainted!Dean and Wall-crumbled!Sam and sweet, insane omega!Jensen in limbo. I mean, there’s actual Purgatory to get to, after all. 

Were we too young, our heads too strong To bear the weight of these lovers’ eyes I feel numb beneath your tongue Beneath the curse of these lovers’ eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead

Complicated Shadows by Elvis Costello: It’s hard to get Dean alone sometimes, but this song really conjures up that early-season hero that I was talking about before, and writing Turn In Early was supposed to be just a little jerk-off fic, some imaginative Deancest, but because I’m the worst, it’s all slathered in gentle pain. 

Well you know your time has come and you're sorry for what you've done You should've never have been playing with a gun In those complicated shadows Well there's a line that you must toe And it'll soon be time to go But it's darker than you know in those complicated shadows

John’s Star by The National: A reminisce fic, Dean’s B.S., 2001 is a rare moment of self-reflection for Dean, but he’ll only go so far back. I love the idea of Stanford-era!Dean, sidelined, a captive audience, listening to music he probably would never on his own terms, and hearing lyrics that just fucking hit home. There’s nothing explicit about this fic, no overt wincest, but it’s there, especially with songs like this.

I don't ever want you to come home again I don't want to hear your call, your voice in my room I am divine, my arms are stronger than rivers And when you feel that way, you want to feel that way again Forever

Once ruined, baby you stay ruined

Evidence by Faith No More: The sleaze that undercurrents all of Mike Patton’s music is perfect for Dress Me Down, a jealous!Jensen J2/Genevieve blackmail fic, because you can just hear Jensen lying to himself through the music. 

If you want to open the hole Just put your head down and go Step beside the piece of the circumstance You got to wash away the taste of evidence Wash it away Evidence, evidence, evidence Got to taste evidence I didn't feel a thing It didn't mean a thing Look in the eye and testify I didn't feel a thing Anything you say, you know you're guilty Hands above your head and you won't even feel me You won't feel me

Sedated by Hozier: I would normally pick Great Expectations by Elbow for this, but the dangerous, powerful carelessness of this song fits Something To Share just as well. Schizophrenic, self-destructive and self-harming!Sam and totally out of his depth!Dean make deals and promises to each other and I just really, really love this fic okay leave me alone I’m fine. 

You and I nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it Somewhere for this, death and guns We are deaf, we are numb Free and young and we can feel none of it Something isn't right, babe I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin I'm somewhere outside my life, babe I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in So we're slaves to any semblance of touch Lord we should quit but we love it too much

Knock Me Out by Linda Perry: Back to my a/b/o ’verse with Between Two Minds, and we find poor Dean, omega-tainted and feeling like he can’t be loved, finally, finally starting to trust his little brother again.

You knocked me out You bit my lip You held me down and kept me sober Through all this time With no regret I guess that's just the way I liked it Maybe, when I'm free I'll realize all he really wanted To share all the peace Something I never wanted So wait, don't go Seems as though it's getting scary So please, don't you go

Feels Like by Buck 65: A song no one will listen to for a fic that no one reads. Dreamy, plinking piano for a fic that started out as a dream. My favourite artist with my favourite ending I’ve ever written. Give Buck and A Steep Fall a chance.

She found the lost boy, eyes that are crying closes Glad to be unhappy, boy gives her dying roses Ecstatic agony and nights of arousing glories Hungry hearts and hands that tell ten thousand stories Open wounds and the one word that filed under Her endless eyes have known hardship and wild wonder Kisses that cure and moments that cured the kiss Under a spell and maybe there's no words for this

I Drove All Night by Roy Orbison: The Mixtape Thing wasn’t supposed to be a fic, but I had to talk about why the songs were picked for the prompt ‘date night at the MoL Bunker’, and suddenly there was a sweet little wincest fic. Yeah, ‘sweet’. My fans were very surprised too. 

What in this world Keeps us from falling apart No matter where I go I hear The beating of our one heart I think about you When the night is cold and dark No one can move me The way that you do Nothing erases this feeling between me and you

Tell Me by Moby ft. Cold Specks: An alternative ending to BLD, But Then Again is the best thing I’ve written so far. J2/wincest/abo and so fucking full of angst and longing and good goddamn is it dirty. I’m so proud of it and myself for pulling it off, and even if I lose two more friends over it (i’m not bitter i’m very bitter), it’s still wonderful in my mind. 

Didn't have the heat I gave you memories Come deeper please I got nowhere to stay tonight Won't you make me stay? Keep your clear eyes on the prize And as I'm there Bring me to your knees

Baby Blue by Wolf Parade: Kill The Lights is the one unfinished fic on this list but I’m so close it counts. Fifty-nine songs to choose from. Five playlists. Over 100,000 words, and choosing one song to represent this brutal MCD fic is easy. Since it’s written from Sam’s POV, some of my favourite songs are the ones I imagine from Dean’s, and this is perfect. 

You're like a fool on fire To the water so blue I will come undone And I will run to you Sometimes we are an open flower Sometimes we are an open wound Sometimes we are a kind of echo chamber, wherein You're all fire and brimstone And I'm all that, too Burning blue for you

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