And I promise you, I promise you, I'll run away with you.

[coyotesuspect]

So, many moons ago, (or a moon and a half ago, idek, something like that), I said: Someone should write a fic where Sam and Dean have to hunt down a "muse" that's been sucking people dry by making them forget everything else (food, sleep, friends) in the name of their art. She/he/it could also randomly decide to ditch the artist and leave them feeling broken and depressed because ~zomg~! Their inspiration has disappeared
 

cherie_morte then said the equivalent of, "Hey! I'll do it!"

 

And I danced with glee.

Then, she actually wrote it. She wrote it over a month ago. AND I DIDNT REALIZE IT UNTIL TONIGHT. OMG SELF. HOW SO FAILY?

But I just read it. And it's funny. And it's smart. And it's wincesty, if that's not your thing.

And if it is your thing, then you should go read it, too.

Sing, Heavenly Muse

*****

Oh. And apparently there's this drabble meme going around. And I was like, "OH HAY WRITE ME DRABBLE PLZ," and didn't read the part where it said, "You also have to do this writing drabble thing." Blah blah blah. Fandom reciprocity cakes.

So.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of ANY pairing/character of their choosing (of ANY fandom) from me (with a prompt, if it pleases you to give me one). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

A few notes:

1) If you want a drabble, you do not have to do the meme. I am not holding you to any level of fandom reciprocity.

2) I make no promises regarding the quality of these drabbles, or the speed with which they are completed.

3) Y'all know my fandoms, more or less. And feel free to request any pairing. Because if it's something I don't like, a) it's only 100 words and b) I will find a way to make it cracky or into something I do like.

eta 4) I also make no promises that what you end up with will actually qualify as a drabble. 100 words is often times several hundred words too short.

eta 5) It is currently five in the morning and I haven't slept. I make no promise that anything I write will actually be coherent.

eta 6) And y'all can ask for more than Supernatural. I'll write Glee and CWRPF and Leverage and Psych and Harry Potter and, hell, iCarly. Whatever you want that I have ever talked about or shown interest in. Not that I mind all the SPN prompts. I'm just sayin', don't feel hemmed in. ;D

*****

Requests made so far: 10/10

Requests finished so far: 3*/10

*one actually has bonus porn coming to it

*****

Damn. I've been spammy lately. Sorry about that folks!

Comments

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

I can please have a Jess-centric drabble? I AM REDISCOVERING MY EPIC LOVE FOR HER OKAY.

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

So, I've started this.

And, just so you know, it's probably gonna end up being a ficlet instead of a drabble. Because that's how I roll.

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

This pleases me greatly, and if you would like me to be your bitch recriprocate, my post for this meme is here.

Also, you're awesome. Just sayin'.

[bloodnfire.livejournal.com]

I WOULD LIKE SAM/DEAN OF ANY DESCRIPTION. :D

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

I LIKE YOUR STYLE, BB.

*works on*

a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

“You ever think about running away?” asks Sam, pitched-quiet.

They’re in Georgia. Hiking through the swamp and after a harpy. The evening presses down hot and damp around them. Dean can’t decide if Sam’s being quiet so the harpy doesn’t hear ‘em, or so that Dad doesn’t. Their father’s a few hundred feet ahead, and both him and the harpy have excellent hearing, but Dean reckons Sam’s more worried about John’s words than the harpy’s claws.

“No,” he says bluntly. “It’d be wrong.”

“Lotsa things are wrong,” mutters Sam. “Doesn’t stop ya from wanting them.”

That brings Dean up short. He stops, half-turns to look at Sam. And the look Sam gives him, the fucking look. Dean forgets sometimes what it’s like to be sixteen, the sick-desperation and fierce-longing that accompany it.

“Sam,” he says warningly. He glances back to see that their father has gone farther on ahead. And it’s typical, thinks some traitorous part of him. Typical that John would march blindly on, expect for Sam and Dean to be following him, to be right behind him… He squashes that thought quickly, directs his attention back to the crisis at hand.

“Dean,” shoots back Sam, drawing out the word, voice whining. He steps forward, and Dean doesn’t step back, allows Sam to crowd into his space, has never been able to keep Sam out of his space.

“We’re not doing this anymore,” he snaps. “I told you that.” But he doesn’t step away.

Sam lets out a low huff of laughter, more like a sneer than any real sign of amusement.

“It’s just,” Sam says. His hands clench in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he’s close. Too close. Dean can see the sheen of perspiration across his forehead, the sunburn that tints his cheeks. “You got no fucking clue what it’s like Dean. Watching you all the time. I can’t. I can’t-”

He breaks off, chewing on his lower lip as he stares at Dean, and Dean feels like the one who should be laughing. Like Sam has any idea what he does to Dean, how hard Dean’s tried not to do this again. But it’s the long-line of Sam’s neck, the cat-slant of his eyes, his hands, large and graceful. His breath is day-old sour and he smells like boy, thick, musky stench of it, and still. Dean wants.

And maybe that shows in his face, or maybe Sam’s just gotten impatient, to used to taking whatever Dean had, no matter how willing Dean is to give, because he’s leaning in. He presses his mouth against Dean’s, insistent and firm, lips parted and tongue darting out. Dean leans into it and feels his resolves waver and shatter before he pulls away.

“How quiet can you be tonight?” he growls. Sam’s lips are red, wet, and Dean can’t look away.

They share a tent. It’ll be easy, he thinks. Tonight. Easy to just roll over, to just- And he knows he’ll do it. Dean Winchester is no hero, and he’s certainly no saint.

Sweat slides down Dean’s spine, darkens the hair around Sam’s temples. He waits for Sam to answer.

Sam gazes at him, eyes round and dark, and then his eyes narrow into slits and he smiles. Dean doesn’t know where Sam learned to smile like that.

“As quiet as I need to be."

(possibly I could be convinced to write the porny part that comes next.)

Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570

[bloodnfire.livejournal.com]

dfoilkdsajkreljgoia;pjgea GUH! Dude, you fucking own me right now.

Easy to just roll over, to just- And he knows he’ll do it. Dean Winchester is no hero, and he’s certainly no saint.
YES! *flails*

YOU MUST WRITE THE TENT PORN, IF YOU DO I MIGHT JUST DIE OF THE HOT. ♥

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

Anna/Ruby
GIMME SOME FLUFF. WHETHER OR NOT YOU THINK IT IS OOC (which LETS BE FRANK SHE WAS ALL LAST SEASON): Ruby loves Anna, in her own little emotionally challenged Ruby way<3
AND SHE'S NOT A LUCIFER FANGIRL

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

*licks your prompt*

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

[bloodnfire.livejournal.com]

I APPROVE OF THIS PROMPT. JUST SO YOU KNOW. :D

Devil's Food ~530 words

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

(This is contextless fluff. Just so you know.)


“I made you a cupcake,” says Ruby. She thrusts the offending treat at Anna and tries to look innocent.

She likes to think that she mostly succeeds.

Anna takes the cupcake from her warily. It’s chocolate, made from scratch, with home-made buttercream frosting.

There are sprinkles.

Ruby worked damn hard on it. And Anna better appreciate it, she thinks sourly.

“Um,” says Anna, holding the cupcake slightly away from her. “Thanks?”
“Aren’t you going to eat it?” prompts Ruby. A little impatiently.

“Well,” says Anna. She ducks her head. “I’m. Uh. I’m kind of waiting for it to explode.”

“Hey,” snaps Ruby. “Being a demon is not synonymous with being evil.”

Anna raises her eyebrows. “It kinda is.”

Ruby scowls.

“Just eat it, okay?” she snaps. “That’s why you fell, right? To experience the ‘sensual’ pleasures in life, or some hippie bullshit like that.”

Anna wrinkles her nose.

It’s kind of adorable.

“I… guess,” she hedges. She frowns at the cupcake. Then, tentatively, she takes a bite.

Ruby waits.

Anna’s eyes go round. Well. Rounder.

“Ahmahgawderoby!” she exclaims around a mouthful of cupcake. She swallows, and her words become intelligible. “This is amazing! I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Witchcraft,” says Ruby with a shrug. “Most of it’s just mixing ingredients. More than you’d think.” She pauses, fiddles awkwardly with the sleeves of her jackets. She’s always had a harder time with girls than guys. Guys like boobs and shiny things. Girls need to be impressed.
She’s not really sure at what point this stupid, gorgeous ginger angel with her Bambi eyes became someone she wanted to impress.

“Did you make more?” asks Anna eagerly, finishing the last of the cupcake.

“Yeah,” says Ruby, smiling. She tilts her head and does her best impression of that red-eyed crossroads bitch. “But there’s a price.”

“Yeah?” says Anna, mouth twerked up in a smile.

Ruby nods decisively. And. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This sounded smoother in her head. Stupid red-haired angels with their stupid smirks and their stupid… being nice.

“Youhavetogotothemovieswithme,” she blurts out in a mumble.

Anna doesn’t answer for maybe five seconds, and it’s five seconds that Ruby’s heart doesn’t beat.

Well. Not that it’s Ruby’s heart, per se. Or that it needs to beat. But. Whatever. Moving on.

Point is, she kind of cares more about Anna’s answer than a demon- even a ‘good’ one- should.

“Is this a date?” asks Anna finally. She pushes forward because Ruby has time to dissemble. “Are you going to hold my hand?”

“Uh,” says Ruby intelligently. She doesn’t blush, but it takes every trick of willpower she learned in Hell not to. “Yeah. Probably.” She looks at the ground. “If that’s all right with you.”

She’s still staring at the ground, and that’s why she doesn’t notice when Anna leans into her space.

“You know,” Anna whispers, breath hot and light against Ruby’s cheek. Ruby, startled, jerks back, but Anna grabs her by the arm and holds her close. “You didn’t have to hold the cupcakes hostage. I would’ve said yes anyway.”

“Oh,” says Ruby.

Anna smiles at her, and then, she closes the rest of the distance between them.

This time, Ruby does blush.


(Are you surprised that there were cupcakes? I'm thinking probably not.)

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

OH, GIRL, YOU ARE NUTS. LOLOL. I'm really glad you enjoyed that crazy story, lol.

AND A REQUEST. I SEE PEOPLE ALREADY TOOK JESS AND WEECEST. NEVER FEAR. I WILL PEEP THOSE OTHER DRABBLES, AND STILL STBBORNLY BE ALL UP IN UR ENTRY MAKING A REQUEST. BWAHAHA.

I requuueessssttt...*thinks for a bit*...

Weechesters, on a holiday other than Christmas, laced with subtext at the nature their relationship will one day take (BY WHICH I CLEARLY MEAN THAT THEY FUCK \O/).

YEAH, I'M A SICK PERSON, WHAT'S UP?

AND WAH--I HAVE TO GO GET READY FOR CLASS. I WANT TO READ ABOUT JESS. MY LIFE IS NOT. FAIR. But I will be later. To peep this.

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

WAIT. So do you want them to fuck in the story? Or do they just want me to imply that there will be fucking in the future?

[ano-resan.livejournal.com]

How abouttt. I'm not good at prompts, so feel free to scrap this one if it sucks and basically do anything you want, cos I'd love it.

Sam/Dean, first year back and looking for dad, Dean's birthday, Sam remembers but Dean forgot.

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

OH HALLO THAR AWESOME PROMPT WITH SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR ANGST AND SCHMOOP AND PORN.

[lavendergaia]

SamnDean BOTH meet Mary. Young!Mary is preferable, regular-sized Mary is good too. It can be any sort of wincesty you want, but particularly funny if they have to hide their epic gay love from her. (I accidentally wrote for her, which isn't gay but is a whole nothing Freudian pairing. I won't ask you to do that. Unless you want to.)

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

I'll see what I can do. >D

[stubbel.livejournal.com]

OI!
Is it ten comments yet? I'm gonna try anyway!

Something with Castiel in it. (Because I'm evil like that! xD No, I'm not really. If I were I would say Castiel/Dean
(No bashing! I know you can do it!))

And if you really can't bring yourself to do that I'll call you a coward forever!, something about the Skinwalker of season one (Just rewatching it).

I HAVE FAITH IN YOU!

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

lol, No worries. You made it in way under the wire.

And I can totally write non-hateful non-cracky Castiel. I CAN.

It will be a ~challenge~.

[lackadaisy.livejournal.com]

It didn't quite hit me properly last night cuz I was so tired. BUT OMFG YOU KNOW AVATARD, AND LIKE IT, Y/Y?????

Zuko/Aang, I demand thee! >:3 *goes back to sleep now u3u*

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Mainly I know/like it because my older brother really loves it, so I'd watch with him off and on. (My knowledge of the show is by no means extensive.) (And I kinda shipped Zuko/Sokka(sp?) tbqh >>)

BUT I SHALL WRITE YOUR SUKO/AANG M'DEAR. YAY ENEMIES WHO BECOME FRIENDS WHO BECOME MORE.

[moodswingers.livejournal.com]

Oooh, how about a Glee/SPN crossover? :)

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

Oooh. *thinks*

This one will be fun.

[little-missmimi.livejournal.com]

Are there any more request spots left?

I'd kind of like some Glee fic, but I'm not sure who you ship.

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

There is one spot left. :D

And you can request whatever pairing you like!