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Surprise (SPN, Gen, PG-13)
May. 2nd, 2016 11:30 pm.
It's Sam fucking Winchester's birthday. Of course I had to celebrate it with a wee drabble.
Title: Surprise
Rating: Teens and up
Description: It's May 2nd. Dean is suspiciously quiet.
Warnings: Implied drug use, tooth rotting fluff, minor spoilers for 11.19
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
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It's Sam fucking Winchester's birthday. Of course I had to celebrate it with a wee drabble.
Title: Surprise
Rating: Teens and up
Description: It's May 2nd. Dean is suspiciously quiet.
Warnings: Implied drug use, tooth rotting fluff, minor spoilers for 11.19
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
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Snack Therapy ( J2, PG-13, Drabble)
Jun. 2nd, 2015 11:51 pm.
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]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
***
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
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.
***
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Something little for Sunday. I hope it amuses. I haven't written for what seems like forever and I haven't checked in here for months (sorry). I just started on my Big Bang, and I realised that I am so, so out of practice. Words won't come and and when they do they're the wrong ones and way too many - uck. I figured it was time for a drabble.
Title: How to Brush Your Teeth
Rating: teens and up
Description: It's the old routine in a motel bathroom for Sam and Dean, or is it?
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
“We have to wake up!”
“What?” Dean looks crestfallen.
They’re lying together on cold concrete in a run-down warehouse.
“Was it the kiss?” asks Dean, with furrowed brow.
“No! Stupid! It was my toothbrush. It wasn’t purple.”
They finish the kiss for real before they finish the hunt.
Something little for Sunday. I hope it amuses. I haven't written for what seems like forever and I haven't checked in here for months (sorry). I just started on my Big Bang, and I realised that I am so, so out of practice. Words won't come and and when they do they're the wrong ones and way too many - uck. I figured it was time for a drabble.
Title: How to Brush Your Teeth
Rating: teens and up
Description: It's the old routine in a motel bathroom for Sam and Dean, or is it?
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
***
There’s mold on the bathroom tiles and the mirror has rust spots. Sam and Dean brush their teeth together, two minutes, as always. Then, Dean crowds Sam against the counter; all hot skin and hard lines. Their kiss is minty, with insistent lips and wet tongue. Suddenly Sam realizes something is wrong.“We have to wake up!”
“What?” Dean looks crestfallen.
They’re lying together on cold concrete in a run-down warehouse.
“Was it the kiss?” asks Dean, with furrowed brow.
“No! Stupid! It was my toothbrush. It wasn’t purple.”
They finish the kiss for real before they finish the hunt.
***
Yes I ship Sam/purple toothbrush, I ship it hard.
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This popped into my head after watching the season 9 extra 'Behind the Scenes, a Fan's Perspective' and it wasn't going to go away unless I wrote it.
.*runs and hides*
Title: The Great Escape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Douchebag!Jared/OC
Description: Crack. Set in the au of the mockumentary and won't make much sense without having seen that. "Jared says he loves him..."
Warnings: abuse (but bear with me on it)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their alter egos don't belong to me.*damn*
He’s through! Bob makes his bid for freedom, flings himself low and slides from the trailer, before scuttling away.
Only Jensen spies him. He frowns, muttering something about rats.
“My hair!” Jared screeches in horror the next day, but Bob is long gone.
This popped into my head after watching the season 9 extra 'Behind the Scenes, a Fan's Perspective' and it wasn't going to go away unless I wrote it.
.*runs and hides*
Title: The Great Escape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Douchebag!Jared/OC
Description: Crack. Set in the au of the mockumentary and won't make much sense without having seen that. "Jared says he loves him..."
Warnings: abuse (but bear with me on it)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their alter egos don't belong to me.*damn*
***
It’s abuse, that’s what it is. Jared says he loves him and his hands constantly touch him. He’s been tortured with ice and flame, dragged daily on rough ground. He’s torn apart and rearranged at Jared’s whim. When Jared’s done, Bob is locked away, ignored in eerie darkness until the next time Jared decides to use him.He’s through! Bob makes his bid for freedom, flings himself low and slides from the trailer, before scuttling away.
Only Jensen spies him. He frowns, muttering something about rats.
“My hair!” Jared screeches in horror the next day, but Bob is long gone.
~end~
The Attic Room 1/2 (J2, AU, PG-13)
Dec. 24th, 2013 08:30 pm.
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, and 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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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, and 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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Sam's Halloween. (Drabble, Wincest, PG)
Oct. 31st, 2013 11:48 am.
By today, I was supposed to have a Halloween challenge and a verse update written, but in the end my concentration has been shot, and not a single word has made it onto a page. *sorry*
This is my teeny, tiny offering for Halloween instead.
Title: Sam's Halloween
Rating: pg-13
Description: Sam hates Halloween. (Wincest)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
Sam remembers a Halloween party with a love that was shattered.
Monsters, Samhain and demon-blood memories stain his tattered soul.
Sam hates Halloween.
But there are small compensations;
Dean caught with his hand in a candy bowl, and Dean’s sticky-toffee grin.
Dean’s happy-full groan, and the wicked gleam in his eye when Sam’s hand slides under layers to soothe his belly.
Sugar, sharp on Dean’s lips and the syrup taste of Dean’s mouth as Sam steals a kiss.
And the warm exhale of Dean’s sweet breath on Sam’s chest, as their limbs tangle together, on a messed up motel bed.
By today, I was supposed to have a Halloween challenge and a verse update written, but in the end my concentration has been shot, and not a single word has made it onto a page. *sorry*
This is my teeny, tiny offering for Halloween instead.
Title: Sam's Halloween
Rating: pg-13
Description: Sam hates Halloween. (Wincest)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
Sam's Halloween
Sam remembers a Halloween party with a love that was shattered.
Monsters, Samhain and demon-blood memories stain his tattered soul.
Sam hates Halloween.
But there are small compensations;
Dean caught with his hand in a candy bowl, and Dean’s sticky-toffee grin.
Dean’s happy-full groan, and the wicked gleam in his eye when Sam’s hand slides under layers to soothe his belly.
Sugar, sharp on Dean’s lips and the syrup taste of Dean’s mouth as Sam steals a kiss.
And the warm exhale of Dean’s sweet breath on Sam’s chest, as their limbs tangle together, on a messed up motel bed.
~~~
Midnight Snacks (J2 Non-AU)
Jun. 2nd, 2013 11:33 am.
Title: Midnight Snacks
Rating: pg-13 (age rating increased for the comments)
Description: Non-AU (except J2 are still living together during filming). Filming season 8 had an odd effect on Jensen, but Jared didn't mind the result.
Warnings: Um, Dangerous cooking practices?
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 any time soon.
Just a little thing,I wrote while I was waiting for my main![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
j2_crack muse to come along. Since I have no concentration for editing right now, I thought I'd post a snack while the waiting music plays. It is also my very first attempt at J2 non-au fic. *woot*
Midnight Snacks
Jensen flipped perfectly grilled burgers into buns.
Jared stared at him, working butt -naked and unselfconsciously, in the kitchen, and it was a magnificent sight. He licked his lips.
Jensen's mouth wrapped around his sandwich. A trickle of grease shone on plump lips.
Jared devoured his burger in silence. It was delicious.
Jensen finished eating, stood, and left, without a word. Jared stayed to clean up.
Next morning, Jensen pushed breakfast away, "Ugh, what is wrong with me?"
Jared chomped on pancakes, and feigned surprise. "Another domestic-Dean dream?"
“Yeah.”
Jared suppressed a grin. He was so going to hell.
Title: Midnight Snacks
Rating: pg-13 (age rating increased for the comments)
Description: Non-AU (except J2 are still living together during filming). Filming season 8 had an odd effect on Jensen, but Jared didn't mind the result.
Warnings: Um, Dangerous cooking practices?
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 any time soon.
Just a little thing,I wrote while I was waiting for my main
j2_crack muse to come along. Since I have no concentration for editing right now, I thought I'd post a snack while the waiting music plays. It is also my very first attempt at J2 non-au fic. *woot*Midnight Snacks
Jensen flipped perfectly grilled burgers into buns.
Jared stared at him, working butt -naked and unselfconsciously, in the kitchen, and it was a magnificent sight. He licked his lips.
Jensen's mouth wrapped around his sandwich. A trickle of grease shone on plump lips.
Jared devoured his burger in silence. It was delicious.
Jensen finished eating, stood, and left, without a word. Jared stayed to clean up.
Next morning, Jensen pushed breakfast away, "Ugh, what is wrong with me?"
Jared chomped on pancakes, and feigned surprise. "Another domestic-Dean dream?"
“Yeah.”
Jared suppressed a grin. He was so going to hell.
***end***
to sequel: Forbidden Snack
