some random things
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1. I turned in my
spnspringfling assignment! *\o/* Actually managed to write it all in one go and everything. Clearly, shortfic exchanges are an awesome idea.
2. Have some tiny scraps of stuff that got tweeted at various points.
a)
annundriel prompted 'magpie' and I was bored, so I wrote some unforgivably schmoopy Jensen/Misha for her.
"And this is the tree," Misha says, tossing the photograph down on the coffee table with a flick of his wrist, the way you'd skim stones across water. "I don't know if it's still there - haven't checked. Haven't been down there much, what with all the stuff for Divine." He laughs, glances up at Jensen. "What?" He prods him in the stomach, long insistent fingers. "What's with the strange look?"
Jensen snorts; stretches his arms up over the back of the sofa and shakes his head. "Oh, nothing." It's easy, now, to drop one arm casually around Misha's shoulders, pull him in close against his side. He moulds there easily, malleable as clay, warming to the heat of Jensen's blood. "Just." He grins, self-deprecating. "Such a magpie, Mish."
"Hmm?" Misha's tired, Jensen can feel it in every drooping line of his body, and the weight of him is heavy and lax against Jensen's side. "How'd you mean?"
Jensen shrugs. "Oh, you know. Politics, acting, your charity stuff. Producing. Something shiny catches your eye, and you're gone." Misha's hair is soft, gives a good smell, and Jensen can't help but rub his cheek against it, just slightly. "You always been that way?"
Misha's smile, when he tips his face up to Jensen's, has gone strangely soft, something dark and warm in his eyes. "About some things," he admits, and his hand lifts lazily to brush Jensen's cheek, palm the curve of it. "Not everything. Some things I stick with."
Jensen half-laughs, eyes narrowing, momentarily unsure if Misha's actually being that sappy, or if he's reading him totally wrong. "Oh, yeah?" he prompts, carefully. There's a warm feeling rising in his chest, but he's not about to let it burst out before its time. Not yet. Not with Misha, when it's all too important.
Misha raises an eyebrow, pointedly, and the sceptical arc of it is enough to dispel Jensen's doubts. "Trying to be sentimental here, Jensen. Don't expect me to say it twice."
"Sap," Jensen says, but the corners of his mouth are quirking upward, despite his best efforts.
"You love it," Misha retorts, "due to your secretly feminine soul." He lunges up, catches Jensen around the nape of the neck.
"I hate you," Jensen says, around a grin, and kisses him.
*
b) My cunning plan to get
cautionzombies into Wincest through the side door may or may not have started when she talked to me about my Samstiel DCBB idea. (Note: PLAN IS WORKING. MWAHAHAHAHA. SORT OF.)
Dean's breathless, shifting incrementally on the bed, and the room is too hot, his chest hitching helplessly with the need for air. Castiel is there, right there, so close Dean can hear his stuttered, shallow breaths, can feel the distance between them like a burn, but -
"Can't," Castiel says, as if he's reading Dean's mind. It isn't the voice Dean used to associate with him, but it isn't Sam's voice, either; is something lower and deeper, gravelled with grace and fire. Something brushes the ball of Dean's shoulder where it meets his arm: Castiel's fingers, and the brief contact sets a shudder rolling down Dean's spine, makes his hips twitch on the bed. He's hard in his shorts, cock pulsing up against the waistband, struggling to be free, and God, he wants. He wants Cas, wants his hands and his mouth and his cock. It isn't Dean's fault that all of those things also belong to Sam right now.
"Cas," he gets out, broken little whimper, "Cas, shit."
Castiel's palm flattens on Dean's sternum, bleeding heat right into his bones, and Dean grasps for all the reasons why they can't; thinks about the shape of the palm, of those fingers, long and years-familiar and Sam's. He can't do this to Sam; he won't. Not even when he hardly sees Sam in this body any more when Castiel has control; not even when the way Castiel moves Sam's body is entirely his own. The way his gestures and turns of expression are the ones Dean fell in love with.
Dean shivers a little under the touch, pelvis lifting. Fuck.
"Stop," he mutters. It's the hardest thing he's ever said, but a second more of this, and he won't be able to speak at all. "Cas - "
"I know," Castiel says, voice darker, now, broken-glass thick, and Dean's chest heaves, searching for breath. Then Cas's, Sam's, Cas's hand is moving, fingers trailing a line of fire up Dean's breastbone, over his clavicle. Along the curve of his jaw, across his fucking mouth, and Dean can't bite back his broken gasp, the moan in the back of his throat when Castiel's fingers dip, if only for a moment, into the silken wet heat between his lips. Castiel is shivering, too, Dean can feel in his arm, in the tension of the muscles.
"Dean," Castiel whispers, barely heard, and then his hand is moving again, fingers tracing a damp path down to Dean's nipple, touching it, descending. "Dean..."
*
3. What should I write for my S/D minibang? I'm kind of obsessed with Sam's dreamscape but I sort of already played with that. I want to write current canon, though, I'm pretty sure. Any ideas? I'm not above shameless begging. Is there anything anyone would like to see, however small?
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2. Have some tiny scraps of stuff that got tweeted at various points.
a)
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"And this is the tree," Misha says, tossing the photograph down on the coffee table with a flick of his wrist, the way you'd skim stones across water. "I don't know if it's still there - haven't checked. Haven't been down there much, what with all the stuff for Divine." He laughs, glances up at Jensen. "What?" He prods him in the stomach, long insistent fingers. "What's with the strange look?"
Jensen snorts; stretches his arms up over the back of the sofa and shakes his head. "Oh, nothing." It's easy, now, to drop one arm casually around Misha's shoulders, pull him in close against his side. He moulds there easily, malleable as clay, warming to the heat of Jensen's blood. "Just." He grins, self-deprecating. "Such a magpie, Mish."
"Hmm?" Misha's tired, Jensen can feel it in every drooping line of his body, and the weight of him is heavy and lax against Jensen's side. "How'd you mean?"
Jensen shrugs. "Oh, you know. Politics, acting, your charity stuff. Producing. Something shiny catches your eye, and you're gone." Misha's hair is soft, gives a good smell, and Jensen can't help but rub his cheek against it, just slightly. "You always been that way?"
Misha's smile, when he tips his face up to Jensen's, has gone strangely soft, something dark and warm in his eyes. "About some things," he admits, and his hand lifts lazily to brush Jensen's cheek, palm the curve of it. "Not everything. Some things I stick with."
Jensen half-laughs, eyes narrowing, momentarily unsure if Misha's actually being that sappy, or if he's reading him totally wrong. "Oh, yeah?" he prompts, carefully. There's a warm feeling rising in his chest, but he's not about to let it burst out before its time. Not yet. Not with Misha, when it's all too important.
Misha raises an eyebrow, pointedly, and the sceptical arc of it is enough to dispel Jensen's doubts. "Trying to be sentimental here, Jensen. Don't expect me to say it twice."
"Sap," Jensen says, but the corners of his mouth are quirking upward, despite his best efforts.
"You love it," Misha retorts, "due to your secretly feminine soul." He lunges up, catches Jensen around the nape of the neck.
"I hate you," Jensen says, around a grin, and kisses him.
*
b) My cunning plan to get
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Dean's breathless, shifting incrementally on the bed, and the room is too hot, his chest hitching helplessly with the need for air. Castiel is there, right there, so close Dean can hear his stuttered, shallow breaths, can feel the distance between them like a burn, but -
"Can't," Castiel says, as if he's reading Dean's mind. It isn't the voice Dean used to associate with him, but it isn't Sam's voice, either; is something lower and deeper, gravelled with grace and fire. Something brushes the ball of Dean's shoulder where it meets his arm: Castiel's fingers, and the brief contact sets a shudder rolling down Dean's spine, makes his hips twitch on the bed. He's hard in his shorts, cock pulsing up against the waistband, struggling to be free, and God, he wants. He wants Cas, wants his hands and his mouth and his cock. It isn't Dean's fault that all of those things also belong to Sam right now.
"Cas," he gets out, broken little whimper, "Cas, shit."
Castiel's palm flattens on Dean's sternum, bleeding heat right into his bones, and Dean grasps for all the reasons why they can't; thinks about the shape of the palm, of those fingers, long and years-familiar and Sam's. He can't do this to Sam; he won't. Not even when he hardly sees Sam in this body any more when Castiel has control; not even when the way Castiel moves Sam's body is entirely his own. The way his gestures and turns of expression are the ones Dean fell in love with.
Dean shivers a little under the touch, pelvis lifting. Fuck.
"Stop," he mutters. It's the hardest thing he's ever said, but a second more of this, and he won't be able to speak at all. "Cas - "
"I know," Castiel says, voice darker, now, broken-glass thick, and Dean's chest heaves, searching for breath. Then Cas's, Sam's, Cas's hand is moving, fingers trailing a line of fire up Dean's breastbone, over his clavicle. Along the curve of his jaw, across his fucking mouth, and Dean can't bite back his broken gasp, the moan in the back of his throat when Castiel's fingers dip, if only for a moment, into the silken wet heat between his lips. Castiel is shivering, too, Dean can feel in his arm, in the tension of the muscles.
"Dean," Castiel whispers, barely heard, and then his hand is moving again, fingers tracing a damp path down to Dean's nipple, touching it, descending. "Dean..."
*
3. What should I write for my S/D minibang? I'm kind of obsessed with Sam's dreamscape but I sort of already played with that. I want to write current canon, though, I'm pretty sure. Any ideas? I'm not above shameless begging. Is there anything anyone would like to see, however small?
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Date: 2011-05-25 11:29 am (UTC)As for S/D minibang, is there any location or particular creature you'd like to wax on about? Sometimes looking for creatures for a casefic can be inspirational, what with the creature mirroring whatever emotional trauma the guys are going through as well. Hmm, or something that lets you go nuts with linguistics?
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Date: 2011-05-25 11:32 am (UTC)I assume you are unfamiliar with my general tendency to write thousands of words without any semblance of a plot at all. ;)
No, really. Hmm. That is actually a pretty cool idea for a starting point! Not sure what I'd go for yet, but definitely something to think about.
God, I wish my brain worked. I just rely on other people to tell me what to write and then I ghost-write it. :P
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Date: 2011-05-25 11:48 am (UTC)THAT COULD EVEN INCORPORATE MY ORIGINAL LULZY IDEA OF SAM BEING A HOOKER AND DEAN BEING A MALE MODEL IN SAM'S HEAD. AND DEAN IS LIKE WTF IS YOUR BRAIN, SAMMY?
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Date: 2011-05-25 12:42 pm (UTC)AND UM okay... the sam/dean/cas thing was a little bit hot.
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Date: 2011-05-25 12:47 pm (UTC)MEEEEEEESH.
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Date: 2011-05-25 12:48 pm (UTC)Jensen calls Misha meesh a lot in my BB...
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Date: 2011-05-25 12:32 pm (UTC)UNF. *___*
And congrats on finishing your Spring Fling fic! My plan is to write mine today after lunch, hopefully all in one go. :)
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Date: 2011-05-25 01:34 pm (UTC)And good luck with your Spring Fling piece! I'm pretty sure I have to know the person whose prompts I got, but I can't quite guess who it was. So it'll be interesting to find that out! I like this double-blind thing. :D
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Date: 2011-05-25 01:45 pm (UTC)I'm about 90% positive I know whose Spring Fling prompts I got (there are only so many people who like some of the pairings I write), but I love that no one knows for sure. I've never done an exchange that way. :) And I love the speed of this exchange. Somehow, it feels so much more low-pressure than the ones I have months to figure out. Go figure. O_o
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Date: 2011-05-25 02:50 pm (UTC)Post finale I've been playing with the idea of Sam and Dean on the run again, ala season 2 & 3 with Hendrickson, except now it's Cas after them. They spent season 5 trying to find god, and now thats the last thing they want.
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Date: 2011-05-25 04:54 pm (UTC)I keep wanting to sign up, but I want to write with current canon too and everything I imagine doing has shitloads of Cas in it. Which I understand is not the point.
So I have no good ideas.
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-25 05:13 pm (UTC)so I've had this Samstiel idea on the backburner since late last summer and this is what putting it off gets me XD BUT IT IS THE BEST THING EVER, AND THIS BIT OF YOURS IS WONDERFUL, AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE SAMTIEL IN THE WORLD. So. :D
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-25 05:19 pm (UTC)although, i fail at knowing what i want to see. just them. first-time, er. i guess that's it. whatever man, i'm sure others on your flist are suggesting really amazing things, so don't pay any attention to this.
i just wanted to show my support for the fact that you're doing the mini-bang!!
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:34 pm (UTC)I am excited to do it. As soon as I think of a plot. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:13 pm (UTC)Jk jk.
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:21 pm (UTC)Was almost tempted to join the S/D minibang but there's no way I could write 10000 words. Pity cause I had the idea of remembering past lessons and half naked, sweaty sparing
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Date: 2011-05-26 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-26 01:27 am (UTC)Don't imagine you want the other idea i was gonna write? It's castiel heavy! But also kidfic, which is what makes me think I cannot write it well. :/
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Date: 2011-05-26 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-26 03:06 pm (UTC)How about an AU? In which Dean leaves home to become a soldier and Sam is all "OMG, MY BIG BROTHER IS A HERO AND I AM JUST GOING TO SCHOOL LIKE A LOSER" and Dean is really only leaving home because he is IN LOVE WITH HIS BROTHER AND HATES HIMSELF FOR IT and eventually sex! \o/
it's possible I've been wanting to read this story for like 6 months now but it doesn't exist XD
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Date: 2011-05-26 03:07 pm (UTC)No, it's okay, everything will come out in the end and possibly involve hookers. IDEK.
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Date: 2011-05-26 03:08 pm (UTC)Hookers? LOL, I have a hooker!Sam idea, but I suspect it might be doing hooker fic wrong :P
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Date: 2011-05-26 02:18 pm (UTC)How do you do that?! //bows to your porn skill
One minute with the shmoop-and I'm all 'awww' and then - I need a fucking fan. Burning up from the hot! I swear, my favorite wincest is when it is the wrong kind, when they know they shouldn't but...OH MY GOD. Dean/Cas! Brain broken!
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Date: 2011-05-26 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 08:59 am (UTC)Probably a little of both. (if it helps, I believe you are my favorite wicked whore. :*)
I HAVE NOT GONE TO BED YET AND I NEED TO. BAH.
You know what? Have this. Off the top of my head, randomly. It might somehow get sneaked into that OT3 I'm writing for you and that dastardly
Castiel burns with curiosity when they're both in bed with him, watching as they carefully do not watch one another, Dean focusing instead on Castiel's face--touching his jaw, thumb on his lip--while Sam spreads Castiel's bare knees and makes himself at home there. The dual touch is intoxicating, and Castiel is lost inside Dean's eyes, which are so intense on his own that he cannot breathe. A noise hitches in Castiel's throat, though, when Sam's big hand moves over his half-hard cock, fingertips circling the crown. Castiel's eyes flutter closed but Dean's thumb presses insistent to his parted mouth, slipping inside; reflexively, Castiel sucks, flushing, thinking that he is a slave to the Winchesters now in a different way than he's always been, craving both of them for different reasons--Sam because he's safe and Dean because he's Dean.
"Open your eyes," Dean tells him, his voice jagged with glass and need. "Open your eyes and look at me, Cas."
Castiel does. How could he not? He's always given in to Dean for whatever he demanded. Dean kisses him then, a sharply possessive thing, curling a hand around the back of Castiel's neck and sucking at his tongue. Sam's hand disappears and Castiel wants to protest, to beg to be touched, because he needs this from them and he has never asked for a damn thing, but then something warm and slick slides over his cock, and, with dazed surprise, he realizes it's Sam's mouth. His mouth, his sweet wet mouth, tight and hot, and there's another mouth probing his own--Dean's mouth, the mouth Castiel remade with careful fingertips, the mouth he dreams of kissing and fucking.
Moaning against Dean's tongue, he pushes his hips a little, shuddering as Sam takes him in deeper. Dean whispers We're gonna take care of you and Castiel unravels with relief.
[k, I'ma try to sleep now. :) LOVE YOU.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 08:43 pm (UTC)Also, a random thought I had tangential to this, but, gah, how hot could late S6 OT3 potentially be, now that we know that Cas put both Winchesters together again? They may be brothers, closer to each other than their own skin, but Castiel - Castiel has been inside of them more deeply than either of them realises, has assembled both of them fibre by fibre, knows every inch of them both. Nnngh.
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Date: 2011-05-28 06:48 am (UTC)Ahhh, bb. You astound me as well. And I'm glad this was able to cheer you up even a tiny bit.
Omg, dude. The prospect of this is amazing. And if you were to do this I'd be all over it. Just so we are clear. :*