honestly. you've done it again. how? how? you ruined me last year and left me a mess of emotions all torn to shreds and stitched back together and here i am again, utterly destroyed.*
just a few pieces i have to point out for the sake of my own sanity:
“She will,” Dean says, his hand on Sam’s shoulder to herd him toward the door. “She’s a smart girl.” perfectly creepy and threatening in such a subtle way. you can just feel something big coming with that sentence alone.
Sam scrubs his hands through his long hair. It’s clean now, shining. Benny thinks Dean probably has always had a bit of a thing for his little brother’s hair; he talked about how ridiculous it was way too much. this part got me so good. punch right to my heart. the little details you weave in at just the right moment, executed just so.
and when benny explains to sam the way he should fuck him, his own brother, i could just feel sam's discomfort and embarrassment and arousal rolled into one massive ball of tingly feelings. a vibrating ball of tingly feelings, that was me while reading it.
benny watching them go at it. benny and sam bonding. all of dean's hissing. the skimmers. this fic, basically.
(side note: a huge part of me was completely into the idea of dean with those eyes. and the hissing noise if i'm honest here lol. holy hell, yes.)
also, your artist did such an amazing job and the images fit so well with the story. i loved looking at the images while reading. such gorgeousness all around. i'm just going to sit here in a daze for awhile, thanks. and thank you for writing the things you write and the way you write.
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Date: 2013-06-24 10:48 pm (UTC)honestly. you've done it again. how? how? you ruined me last year and left me a mess of emotions all torn to shreds and stitched back together and here i am again, utterly destroyed.*
just a few pieces i have to point out for the sake of my own sanity:
“She will,” Dean says, his hand on Sam’s shoulder to herd him toward the door. “She’s a smart girl.”
perfectly creepy and threatening in such a subtle way. you can just feel something big coming with that sentence alone.
Sam scrubs his hands through his long hair. It’s clean now, shining. Benny thinks Dean probably has always had a bit of a thing for his little brother’s hair; he talked about how ridiculous it was way too much.
this part got me so good. punch right to my heart. the little details you weave in at just the right moment, executed just so.
and when benny explains to sam the way he should fuck him, his own brother, i could just feel sam's discomfort and embarrassment and arousal rolled into one massive ball of tingly feelings. a vibrating ball of tingly feelings, that was me while reading it.
benny watching them go at it. benny and sam bonding. all of dean's hissing. the skimmers. this fic, basically.
(side note: a huge part of me was completely into the idea of dean with those eyes. and the hissing noise if i'm honest here lol. holy hell, yes.)
also, your artist did such an amazing job and the images fit so well with the story. i loved looking at the images while reading. such gorgeousness all around. i'm just going to sit here in a daze for awhile, thanks. and thank you for writing the things you write and the way you write.