elinorwise | Jul. 15th, 2023

Jul. 15th, 2023

У Джареда хорошо получаются яркие образы и эмоции, но не очень - обыкновенные. Я даже хотела оставить себе на память кадр, где Сэм со зверским выражением лица - просто ящик стола выдвигает

Ахаха, я, кажется, догадалась, какой момент анон имеет в виду. Вот, примерно с 0:50:

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Ну, блин, слушайте, чувак в огромном нервном напряжении - у меня бы тоже было такое лицо, если бы от этого ~~просто~~ ящика с ключами зависела моя жизнь)
Нет, Падалеки умница, всё у него отлично и с яркими эмоциями, и с обыкновенными.
И кстати, саундтрек!

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~~Я знаю, никто не любит, когда так говорят о несъедобных вещах))~~ но это очень сука вкусный текст.
Понемногу, по чайной ложечке. Десяток-другой абзацев. Потом уйти - отвернуться от экрана, заняться делами - и крутить в голове, вспоминая строчку за строчкой.
Обожаю.

His hands began to tremble just like they had when he held a gun for the first time … just like they had when he held Sammy for the first time, careful of the baby's head. Careful of the baby's warm, squirming body.

"Okay, c'mon, on the bed. On your back."

The muscles in his jaw twitched - it was an order concealed into a few words spoken really softly, as if telling a child a goodnight story and Sam looked big, huge and looming over him like a monster out of fairytales.

But Sam wasn't a monster, the eyes gave that away, if one looked really closely. Those hazel eyes, soft and gentle as they were, told a wicked, wicked little tale of just how much Sam was going to enjoy this and just how much Dean was going to hate it. Hate this, but never Sam.

And his little brother knew that very well.

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ШТО?!
Переводчик, ты пьян, иди домой

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"Hands by your side, don't touch anything but the blanket, the pillows or the sheets, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Bend your knees, spread your legs, feet on the bed, don't move from that, all right?"

"Yeah."

It was always 'yeah', never 'yes'. 'Yes' was too formal, 'yes' made his skin crawl, because 'yes' was always accompanied with 'sir' and it was always meant for their Dad.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir Dad. Yes, Dad sir.

Made his skin crawl and he knew it made Sam's skin crawl too. So, yeah, they'd stay with 'yeah'.

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"You don't touch anything, but the sheets or the pillows. If I touch you, that's different. But you do not touch anything but the sheets or the pillows, all right?"

He watched as Sam pulled off the tight latex gloves and threw them to the floor somewhere. Wouldn't be needing those then. All right.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He could do that. Sure. Even if his hands sometimes had other plans, like touching Sam whenever they could, because touching Sam was a lifeline. Touching Sam was what praying was to other people, touching his little brother was making sure Sam was still alive, was breathing and had a heartbeat. Touching Sam was like touching the sun and the moon and the stars and the ocean all mixed together into … Sam. Touching Sam was what made his dick so hard sometimes he probably could actually cut diamonds with it. Touching Sam made sparks between his palm and Sam's skin almost visible. Touching Sam was what he wanted to do all the time, any time.

But he could do this. He could control himself; this was punishment and touching Sam would probably hurt really, really bad at the end, because Sam was a burning sun. Beautiful and bright and full of pain if touched.

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There was no escape from here. No escape from his brother's hands, tongue, teeth, lips. Eyes.

No escaping the liquid filling him up, extending his bladder and making sweat run down his face in rivers, because this was just too much.

Sam watching him come apart like this, it was too much.

Sam seeing him come apart like this, it was too much.

Sam feeling him come apart like this, it was too much.

Sam making him fall apart like this, it was too damn much but there was no way to bend this pain. There was nothing he could do to run away from Sam's eyes that were burning him, dragging him into that abyss. The soft light from the lamp was making his little brother's eyes look as if they held all the colors of the world … bright, shiny and warm.

He could feel it all over his skin, making it turn red and boiling from the intense stare Sam had on him no matter what his brother was doing. His brother's eyes were on his face through it all. Watching, observing, staring, seeing.

He was burning up, he was fading, he was falling. He looked into Sam's eyes and could see that love and darkness really were one and the same.

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His brother could never disappoint him; anger him, yes, piss him off, for sure, make him sad, oh yeah, but disappoint him? Hadn't happened yet, probably never would.

Even his begging wasn't a disappointment, because Sam'd been expecting it. Dean had lasted for a long time on that sweet, sweet edge of enoughnotenough, and Sam was proud for that. Sure, Dean would have to be punished for that, but … it would be a punishment Dean would chose for himself.

"It's okay Dean, 's okay, 's okay…" he swirled his tongue around Dean's hip while moving across Dean's left leg so that he could kneel by his brother's left side.

"Hey, hey … you wanna safe word?" he whispered into Dean's open mouth, before kissing him; tongue and spit and teeth clashing and whimpers that were swallowed by them both.

He trusted Dean that he'd safe word anything, even punishment – especially after the punishment he received when he hadn't safe worded when he wanted to.

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A/N: Thank you for reading and if you decide to comment, please be nice (because I'm so nervous right now, I'm gonna puke) ... that's all I ask; you can tell me the whole story sucked and it was all stupid and all, just please say it in a nice way, ya know ... "hey this was okay, could be better, but it was okay." :) :) Or something ... or not. Ummm *runs away to hide in a corner*

~~Господи, автор, ну тебе-то чего нервничать, ты АХУЕННА.~~
В комменты не пойду - да и восемь лет прошло, в конце концов - но надеюсь, ее там дружно носили на руках))
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"I get it. That was your story. Look, man, I got one of those, too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to dark places- the kind of place where I might beat the crap out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me, they pulled me back from that edge. Cole, once you touch that darkness... It never goes away. Now, the truth is... I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun. So, the question is, is that gonna be today? That gonna be that gun?"

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