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Dec. 13th, 2015 08:06 pm
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Welcome to anniespinkhouse on Dreamwidth. The username Eisht is from my Tumblr and in case you're wondering is more of a 'hush' noise. It is Wenglish (corrupted Welsh/English spoken in the Welsh Valleys) and is from the Welsh word 'ust' meaning 'Be quiet'. It is quite literally me reminding myself to shut the fuck up, nobody needs to be bored by my crap.   

I shall be moving from LJ very slowly. For now I
 have only imported my entries. All my links take back to LJ. I simply don't have the spoons to fix it right now. I will work on it but a snail might be faster. 

The main focus of my LJ is my fanfiction, but you may also come across other fanworks and fandom musings and just occasionally a personal or inspirational post.

My fiction veers wildly from general and fluff through to extremely dark and uncomfortable. What can I say? My muse is random and I like to explore different plots and relationship/power dynamics. Please check warnings and tags for squicks and triggers and heed those warnings.

I don't own any rights to any of the shows that my fiction dabbles in and I don't make any profit on it.
I do write RPF, especially J2. Please note that in all of these stories I simply like to play with their visage, in much the same way as they would act out a character as a part of their profession. Their real lives and relationships are none of my business.

Thank you for visiting my playground. Comments are the love and lifeblood of a fandom writer. I welcome concrit and promise I don't bite.

For PDF/ePUB etc most of my fic can be found on my A03 although it tends to be updated some time after LJ.

 

Masterlist of Fanworks
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Supernatural RPF
Supernatural
Primeval
In the Flesh
Andromeda
New Blood (BBC)

All works are complete unless stated. Warnings are posted with the fic.

My fanfiction is written for personal entertainment and reading and I retain the copyright to it. Do not reproduce, repost or distribute without my permission.

 

 

eisht: (cupcake)
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Title:
Snack Therapy
Rating: PG-13
Description: Non-AU (but can be read either as just J2 or with the assumption that their families are 'off-screen').
After bowing out of Jibcon'15, Jared waited for Jensen to get home from AHBL. Cake is therapy- right?

Loosely follows Midnight Snacks and Forbidden Snack. *Shakes head* I may have inadvertantly created a crack drabble 'verse based on food.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fufaraw for quickly checking my Americanization.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy any time soon.
***
Home, and Texas air. It was therapeutic, but Jared needed something… someone more.

Vanilla aroma drifted in the air. Jared followed the twitch of his nose.

He spotted a glass of wine, “Drink Me!” a post-it urged. He sipped it on the way to the kitchen.

A frosted cupcake stood alone. “Eat Me!” it tempted.

It was delicious. Maybe there were more?

Jared startled as he sneaked into the pantry. “Kiss Me!” the post-it on Jensen enticed him.

Jared obeyed. He sighed happily with the slide of their lips, and slyly repurposed a post-it on himself. “Eat me!” it invited.

***
eisht: (christmas Jared)
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Merry Christmas or Season's Greetings or happy whatever you do this time of year, to my readers and wonderful f-list. This is a little something for you.

Title: The Attic Room
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing/Characters: J2.
Description: J2 AU. Crack. Dragon!Jared, Elf!Genevieve, Nurse!Jensen.
Jensen was concentrating on his career, which is probably why he found himself almost homeless just before Christmas. Luckily (?) he found a room in Misha and Chad's house. It wasn't the attic room that was advertised, and in fact, he began to think there was something altogether mysterious about the attic room, and evasive about his housemates. Nothing could have prepared him for what he actually discovered there; A dragon, an egg, and maybe love.

Length: ~14,350 words
Warnings: some swear words, sexual concepts, sexual behavior, M.egg-preg, absentee father, sickening quantity of Christmas sparkle and schmoop, oh and Chad Michael-Murray. Unbetaed
Disclaimer: This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get  in my van for candy any time soon.

A/N: This is a little Christmas present for my readers, a
nd especially my partners in crime in the Triumverate of Evil. I couldn't have got through this year without you. It will be posted in two parts (or three if LJ is being mean) over Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. It is loosely inspired by my teenage love for the book, The L-Shaped Room by Lynne Reid Banks, and before that, my love as a small child for Puff the Magic Dragon. (Don't look at me like that - they totally go together) I hang my head in shame at the lack of porn. My muse was oddly child friendly, which is probably best since much of it was written in the school holidays with nosy teenagers looking over my shoulder.
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Read more... )
eisht: (cupcake)
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After completing two tough and dark challenges (big bang and evil!Sam) I thought a light cracky, drabble might clear my head before I return to writing some of my neglected projects. So, it's Sunday, sit down, have a coffee with cupcakes, and a 'lil bite of J2.

Title: Forbidden Snack
Rating: G
Description: Non-AU (except J2 are a couple, still living together) Jensen bakes cakes. Jared ignores his instruction not to touch.
Warnings: Um, unwise snacking, schmoop
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy cakes any time soon.
Forbidden Snack

Jared breathes the rich aroma. It's warm and sweet, vanilla, moms, and hugs.

There are sixty golden cupcakes, cooling in rows, that Jensen has baked for his charity.

Jensen waggles his finger, “Don't touch!” he grins, and walks away.

But there's another, slightly misshapen cake, to one side.

Just a sniff...a taste...

Jensen returns. He gapes at Jared, “Jared!”

Crumbs flutter like confetti, and Jared swallows – something hard.

“Did you eat it?”

Jared gives puppy eyes that widen when they see an empty ring box in Jensen's hand.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and kneels, “Will you marry me? Idiot.”
~end~
To sequel: Snack Therapy

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