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coyotesuspectSo, 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.
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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
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Requests made so far: 10/10
Requests finished so far: 3*/10
*one actually has bonus porn coming to it
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Damn. I've been spammy lately. Sorry about that folks!
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a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 10:37 am (UTC)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
Date: 2009-10-29 10:48 am (UTC)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. ♥
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 10:52 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 10:59 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 11:01 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 11:24 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 12:41 pm (UTC)YOU SHOULD WRITE A DRABBLE A DAY AND I'D BE HAPPY FOREVER!
You describe so beautifully *dreamy*
(AND YES, I'LL COMMENT ALL OF THESE BECAUSE THEY ARE THAT AWESOME!)
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 05:52 pm (UTC)Oh man, you're making me blush here!
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-30 11:19 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 11:07 am (UTC)How is it legal to have such a nice one?
*sigh*
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 01:23 pm (UTC)OMNOMNOM. I INSIST ON THE PORNY PART. INSIIISSSTTTT.
BECAUSE DFIOJGDOFIJGDOFIJGODFI. That line abut rolling over? I mean, it's so subdued but it was so sexy that I was here in the library like "Oh goodness, I feel dirty, people are totally watching me right now."
And I liked it.
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-10-29 05:53 pm (UTC)I was here in the library like "Oh goodness, I feel dirty, people are totally watching me right now."
lol Oh my goodness.
Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-11-13 02:23 am (UTC)Re: a star like start (weecest- idek. We'll say Sam's 16) ~570
Date: 2009-11-13 05:23 am (UTC)PROMISE.