Tango just wants to establish that, despite the current circumstances, he doesn’t regret it.
What these current circumstances are? Well, for starters, every limb of his body feels like it’s filled with lead. He also has a pounding headache, he’s exhausted, and there's a stabbing pain in his knees.
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A fic where the author projects all of his problems onto his comfort character and hopes that fixes them.
Spoiler alert: it does not
3.8k words
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Hey there!!!
It's been a while, hasn't it? Oh well, I'm back with this absolute BANGER of a fic! (Whether it's actually a banger or not is up for you to decide once you read it)
I'll try not to yap to much, cause I always do, but in case you couldn't tell, this is a fic where I projected a little too much onto Tango….oops….(I don't have any official diagnoses which it why I'm not tagging anything cause I am not educated enough on this sort of stuff(tho if for some reason there are triggering things in here, pls tell me and pls tell me what you'd like me to tag, don't want anyone havin' a bad time))
Also sorry to anyone who doesn't have an Ao3 account, this is locked for registered users only because of all of the recent AI scraping stuff :(
Anyways, go enjoy Tango suffering and Jimmy making him feel better for nearly 4k words!
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i've drafted the episodes and arc of my hypothetical season 6 of person of interest!! i've also started fully writing episode 1 AND have landed on the titles for the project and each episode, wanted to share them before i turn my brain off for the night
i tried to kind of name them like existing episodes?? though i might end up changing them as i write, for now i'm pleased lol
anyways, here's Person of Interest: Metamorphosis *jazz hands*
S06E01: The End is Where We Start From
S06E02: And the Piper Advanced
S06E03: La Douleur Exquise
S06E04: Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
S06E05: Out of Control
S06E06: Vita Brevis
S06E07: Signifying Nothing
S06E08: Two Graves
S06E09: The Rubicon
S06E10: Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite
i won't post much more about this project in the main tag until there are more substantial things to share, so i'll be using the tag poi: metamorphosis for all things if you wanted to follow along!!
i have serial killer!winchesters brainrot at the moment
just imagine it, okay?
john can't cope with the loss of mary, unable to comprehend that something otherworldly could have killed her. it had to have been some sick human who would even think of pinning his wife to the ceiling and setting her aflame in the nursery of their six month old son.
he can't figure out who to trust, except for his two boys. it could have been anyone who had killed her and he wouldn't rest until he found them. he doesn't believe in the occult. he targets humans who seem suspicious enough. he's grieving over the loss of his wife that it warps his mind and now everyone outside of his two boys are a threat that must be dealt with until he finds who killed her.
sam and dean grow up around that mindset. they're taught to blend in, keep their heads down, remain immemorable. he was marine, so he taught them how to fight, to defend themselves. he gives dean one single order to never disobey no matter what: "protect sam at all costs."
dean—the good little soldier he is—does just that. their dad leaves for days, even weeks at a time, but he always keeps little sammy safe. sam grows up, not knowing his father's love. he only knows dean's love. dean's love that protects him, keeps him safe, comforts him, holds him.
when sam is 9 and some older kid tries to hurt him after school—grabbing his arm hard enough to bruise and pushing him to the ground—dean is there. john is away, following a "lead" to his wife's murder, but dean—freshly 13 and almost in high school—is doing as he was told: protecting sammy.
for the first time, sam sees the true extent of dean's love that has been so viciously warped by their father's mindset as dean beats the boy who dared to lay a finger on little sammy to a bloody pulp, killing him.
it's dean's first murder, all in defense of his little brother. sam's own mind warps into something dangerous, something sinister at the sight of blood on dean's hands, face, clothes, and boots. at the animalistic snarl on dean's face as he pummels the kid's face in with his fists. at the dark, vicious tone in dean's voice as he growls, "no one hurts my sammy!"
when the police arrive, they're gone and the body of the 14 year old boy who hurt sam is left as a john doe. his face smashed in, his teeth in his throat, and his fingerprints burnt off with a lighter.
for years, john doesn't notice the change in his boys, mostly focused on his own grief and plot of taking justice into his own hands. he believes he kills these people for a purpose, to find who killed his wife and tells himself that once the bastard is dead, he'll retire and die in peace.
what he doesn't expect is just how far his boys have fallen.
one night—when sam is 16 and dean is 20—sam is arguing with john, fighting back against john's orders and before john can even think about it, his hand flies through the air and backhands sam so hard that he collapses onto the ground.
utter silence falls over the room. john looks up and suddenly his oldest son is slamming him against the nearest wall and choking him with an elbow against his windpipe. john is shocked by the unadulterated rage on dean's face, the seething anger in his eyes, and the low dangerous hiss coming from his son's mouth.
"don't ever fucking lay a hand on him again, you understand me?" dean threatens and john, a seasoned killer and ex-marine, is scared of his own son. he looks over dean's shoulder to see sam getting up from the floor with a hand on his cheek and blood on his lips.
there's a glint of something evil in sam's eyes as a small, but cruel grin forms on his face as he stares at john. then suddenly his eyes begin to water and he lets out a choked sob. dean's off john in an instant and john slumps against the wall, trying to find his breath again. dean is hovering over sam, concern in his eyes, as if he hadn't just threatened his father.
he's gently cradling sam's face in his hands, anguish on his own at the sight a red welt on sam's cheek and blood on his teeth. sam lets tears fall from his eyes and sniffles before gripping tightly at dean's leather jacket—the same one john had given to him.
"you can't let him hurt me again, dee," sam whispers and dean shushes him before pulling him into an embrace. sam looks at john from where his head is tucked against dean's neck and he's grinning again as dean shoots a glare at him, unaware of the look on his little brother's face.
"you hurt him again, dad, and i won't hesitate before putting a bullet through your skull."
for the first time, john knows that his oldest will do it without a second thought. he'd given him the order to protect sam and dean was following it, doing like he was told. john suddenly wonders how much blood is on dean's hands and how many bodies he's left in his wake.
how much murder has he committed in the name of protecting sam?
Y’all I’m cooking up something delicious. Some Will and Drew banter for the soul!
some lines:
“work in the infirmary, they said. It’ll be fun, they said” he grumbled, sipping on the steaming coffee, burning his tongue for the eighth time that morning. “Ow, shit.” He muttered, going in for another sip. “Ow!”
“how could you even say that to me? Wait?? For my one sustenance in this dark, melancholy morning? Would you tell a malnourished man to wait? A dehydrated damsel to simply cease her drinking?”
”if I have to be awake, so do you.”
Drew pulled her pillow over her head and screeched so loud, Will wouldn’t be surprised if Chiron came running- or rather, galloping.
the amount of ttrpg in my life has picked up drastically and suddenly, and none of it has been 5e (the system I've been most familiar with up until now). I'm playing delta green, I'm down for an upcoming game of slugblaster, and the first has been great, and the latter I'm super excited for. I've also discovered single player rpgs and single page rpgs that are easy and quick to engage with and give me the freedom to explore different styles of ttrpg without the pressure of performing something unfamiliar in front of people. However there is a system I would love to try for at least a one-shot, and that's pathfinder. I adore character building and interesting character progression, and between the cool class levelling rewards, the fascinating archetypes, and the feats included, it seems like the kind of thing I wished 5e had been so many times. (also the monk class looks really cool). part of me worries this is a result of the remaining 5e player in me, but I suppose time will tell.
cause the rest of you, the best of you, honey, belongs to me
“Master Kenobi, ask, may I, why Knight Skywalker's lightsaber on your belt you have?” Master Yoda interrupts Windu halfway through some spiel about the importance of their latest attack.
“I’m sorry!?”
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Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan manage to mix up their lightsabers without noticing. And then they fuck about it.
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All I wanted to do was write a silly fic about my lil guys switching lightsabers, not noticing, and getting bullied by the Council. Then Anakin and Obi-Wan had to go and get horny about it and there was nothing I could do to stop them, despite the fact that I’ve never written smut before.
Title from Hozier’s “NFWMB”
5.9k Words
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
here's another lil except from my 1970 Ranchers AU!! (and yes....I'm finally gonna make a tag for this au lol)
tagging @sia-and-or-mia (only partially sry for the double tag lol) cause you said you may have smth for this (no pressure if you're not ready yet tho <3) and @jmr-observingfromafar and @not-a-taken-username cause idk if you guys have done this before but but's rly fun and i think you should try (and you're both always writin' smth <333) :)))
