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between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean by ftmsteverogers
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
07 Dec 2022
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"I don't get you," Dean spits. "I don't get what you want. Just — just tell me. I'm a big boy, I can take it."
"I did tell you!" Castiel exclaims. "I told you, and then I died!"
(In which Castiel is rescued from the Empty, Jack gives up the powers of God to be a kid again, and Dean overcompensates.)
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He's about to ask who the hell she is, what the hell she thinks she's playing at— but then she squints, like she's trying to look past Dean's eyes to see right into him, and her head cocks birdlike, just so, and it tugs at something under his ribs, blooming into an ache that feels as good as it hurts, because somehow, it's him. It's Cas.
The Empty sends Castiel back different.
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29 Aug 2026
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Jason woos Dick via anonymous flower delivery. It’s super effective.
Written for the JayDick Flower Zine (NSFW volume).
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I hold Tyler’s feet while he does two hundred sit-ups.
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24 Jul 2026
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catharsis by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club - All Media Types
27 Mar 2023
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I’m rapidly coming to the realization that I don’t like fighting anyone other than Tyler. I’m putting words to what used to be an abstract string pull in my gut, telling me that what I’m doing isn’t really what I think I’m doing. This isn’t about the thrill of the scuffle, the catharsis I am experiencing is simply a watered down, repackaged dupe of the real deal. I am seeking a blow to my cheek that leaves me reeling so hard my body has no choice but to conjure up tears. There is a butterfly light thrill that shoots up my spine when Tyler twists his torso under mine and forces me off my feet with his entire body weight.
These are dwindling highs. I need a higher dose every time, and there’s only so many ways to make lingering, full body contact as we try to beat each other into the floor. Fighting Tyler is losing its zeal, and I have no interest in any of the other idiots who crowd the basement every Saturday night.
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24 Jul 2026