Suus | Late 20s | Dutch | currently addicted to hockey rpf again | I learned the entire plot of Teen Wolf trough gifs, (somehow still shipping Sterek) and more | Used to be tasty-tyler |
i never thought i was going to be held accountable for just saying any random bullshit that comes into my brain. but okay.
like in the way that he’s obtrusive to all his suspects in ways that they don’t expect, instead of lathering you with soap he’s crashing your dinner parties, putting you on the spot, getting a little personal, always being genial even when you’re being a prick. ‘just one more thing’ is the lush sample of columbo detectivery
dreamt that i went to a car dealership and Light Yagami and L were there and I saw L first so I went "woah are you L death note?" and L went "L what?" and light went " L WHAT."
someone sent me an anon ask about rocky meeting eva and i tried to post it not once but twice and tumblr ate it both times so now im just regular posting it here
i think ryland would grow to understand stratt’s choice with time, and even thank her logic of it because it led to his meeting of rocky, but i dont think he’d ever really forgive her for what she did to him
(Ryland had to prep rocky before they touched down to meet Stratt so he wouldnt charge her at first sight)
Okay I’m finally writing one of those Butchlander fics that have been on the back burner on my mind
So I wrote this little bit earlier, it’s kinda shit, I realize but yk. We are here for shits and giggles.
Cindy crossed her legs, “What do you like to do in your free time?”
”Hm…I like to play games.”
”What kind of games?”
”I like Tournament of Heroes!” Cindy’s happy face made Ryan continue, “I also like UNO, but I have to make sure not to use my powers, to be fair. And I’m good at Connect 4, I used to play that with Butcher a lot, but I haven’t in a while.” Ryan continued to rack his brain for games he liked. He glanced over at Cindy who had been quiet for a little too long.
Cindy’s brows were furrowed in a way that made Ryan pause. Did he say something wrong? He quickly thought back through what he had said and it dawned on him right as Cindy opened her mouth again.
”I’m sorry? Butcher, you said? Who’s Butcher?” She leaned forward in interest.
Oh no. He was not supposed to say that. Ryan felt a shiver of panic run through him as he tried to think of a way to explain.
At Ryan’s silence, Cindy continued, “Is a friend? Is Butcher a nickname?”
Ryan still didn’t know what to say. No no no. I messed up again. I messed it all up again.
”He’s- um… he…” Ryan thought about what to call Butcher in his mind. Ever since what happened, he's been trying to not think about Butcher at all. But—he did miss him. As much as he didn’t want to. He missed Aunt Grace too.
“Is he one of your dad’s friends?” Cindy reminded Ryan of a dog that had a treat in front of its nose. Maybe she actually would bite him.
Ryan tried to think desperately. Butcher was definitely not his dad’s friend, like Cindy had suggested. He remembered how his dad ranted about Butcher sometimes. Saying stuff like he was a terrible person for taking Ryan away and bringing his grampa into ‘their deal’ wasn’t fair. Ryan wasn’t completely sure what ‘their deal’ was but he knew it meant Butcher and Homelander weren't friends. Maybe Butcher was like an uncle to him? Like Aunt Grace? But the title ‘Uncle Butcher’ didn’t feel right. Butcher taught him things. Butcher took care of him. Aunt Grace did that stuff too, but it was kind of like how Ashley did it all the time. Butcher was more like Homelander, with Ryan only seeing him sometimes.
And that’s when it clicked.
Cindy had opened her mouth to speak again but Ryan beat her to it, "He's like my dad.”
Cindy froze. The whole room froze. Everything went silent, save for the faint buzzing of lights and beeping of computers.
“But- uh…like my other dad.” Ryan further explained to get his point across. “Butcher is my other dad. I don’t see him that much anymore, though.”
Cindy’s mouth fell open and made a perfect ‘O’. Ryan glanced at the other people in the room, behind the camera, and they were all making similar faces.
my favorite variation of samdean would have to be him being the most pathetic sub to grace the earth, regardless of if he tops or bottoms. dean has never been with someone so okay with being humiliated, until sam.
the first time they fuck, dean lets sam top — keyword, lets - because he fears sam might be mind-numbingly vanilla (foolish, what vanilla guy fucks his brother?) and that dean will scare him away with anything beyond that.
he is very wrong.
dean thinks there is something psychologically wrong with sam, on a level Beyond the Freudian. because sam defaults to begging for permission to come, hunched over dean in the darkness, salt dripping from his weepy eyes and into dean’s panting mouth. dean still has ahold of his leash, even with sam buried inside of him.
the power dean holds is maddening. he is mildly unamused that this dynamic seems exclusive to the bedroom (or the impala). but he also adores and would not so readily give up seeing the curl in sam’s lips as he snarks at him, the blood on sam’s knuckles when he dares punch back.
still, it’s easy to lull sam into that desirable state after their first time. one where sam is apologetic for the littlest of things, one where he latches onto every vowel falling from dean’s mouth like it is scripture. all dean has to do encircle sam’s wrist and tug, and whisper something sternly enough to be interpreted as disappointment. sam’s knees lose agency and his face falls at the same time his limbs do.
it’s therapeutic, to comfort a guilty sam in bed, to talk him through it. dean is never really punishing sam for anything, but he knows sam feels guilt all the same, and dean derives great contentment from soothing his sobs, forgiving his shortcomings over and over and over until sam thinks it is okay to feel good.
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