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.

[bloodnfire.livejournal.com]

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

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

I LIKE YOUR STYLE, BB.

*works on*

[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'.

Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

(One) The clean cotton scent of her, reminds him of white sheets hung to dry, the Midwest sky vibrant blue around them. Peaceful, neutral smell, Dean nodding off in the front passenger seat, their father singing low to Johnny Cash. (Two) Her body- not just the legs (but he loves her legs, golden and long and toned, that squeeze tight around him and hold) but also her hair, also long and golden, tangled and twisting and soft. Her nipples, peaked and pinked, soft-taste of them in his mouth, and her freckles, dusted brown and red across her face, her back, her arms. Her arms-long and slender, the fine hair that dusts them. (Three) The way she chews her thumb without thinking about it. Her habit of humming Christmas carols in March. That she leaves her bra crumpled in a ball on the couch. Her gracelessness when she’s drunk. All the things about her that should bother him, nervous tics and bad habits, and it’s a cliché that he finds them endearing. (Four) Her confidence. She asked him out, friendly, direct. We should see a movie, she said, maybe grab some dinner, and they did, and she kissed him outside her the door of her room, tasted like curry, smelled clean, like cotton. (Five) The way that confidence extends to him. Her belief, solid, unwavering, that he could take the moon from the heavens and use it for coin tricks if he wanted to. I shouldn’t let you edit my papers, he whined once. You never have anything constructive to say. And she smiled. Maybe you shouldn’t write such amazing papers then. (Six) That she still manages to keep him earthbound. Give your essay to Becky, she added later. Your introduction might be weak, and she’ll tear it apart. Sly smile, pugnacious. Her eyebrows arched with meaning and her face expressive. Amused, but mostly concerned when he’d tried to get another part-time job on top of everything else. Cool your jets, Superman. I can’t have you dying on me before you’re twenty five. (Seven) Home. She’s home. At night, their bodies curled into each other, long legs tangled with his, he awake, and she sleeping, her thumb near her mouth, looks fragile even though she isn’t, and his heart blooms expansive. It feels sometimes like he’s crossed the continent just to find her, ran away from home and found it, and the darkness of the night, and the solid four walls of their bedroom, and the smell of clean sheets, all of this, surrounds them.

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

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BRB FLAILING FOREVER.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

*licks this*

[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?

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

*Raptoriel!headtilt*

What's it taste like?

(:* Thanks bb.)

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

:D!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

>>

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

IT TASTES LIKE A DELICIOUS PIE FULL OF ADRIANNE AND SAM/JESS MY HET OTP

I feel like you should post this and pimp it for srs.
IT'S SO PRETTY AND HIM AND HER AND THEEEEEEEM

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: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU SO MUCH BB! :#)

Possibly I will make this SRS FIC BSNS later when I am not high off lack of sleep and can make a coherent judgement of it.

Re: Seven Things Sam Winchester Loves About Jessica Moore ~420 words

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

I hope you do! The Sam/Jess love should be spread like an STD in Hollywood.

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. ♥

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

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

*grumbles grumbles writes*

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

[bloodnfire.livejournal.com]

:D I LOOK AS HAPPY AS THE TURTLE RIGHT NOW.

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

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

LIES. NO ONE CAN LOOK AS HAPPY AS THE TURTLE. ITS IS AN UNATTAINABLE LEVEL OF HAPPINESS.

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

[familiardevil.livejournal.com]

I like your brain so much.
How is it legal to have such a nice one?
*sigh*

[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?

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

No, no, I want it to be one of those really innocent stories about them when they were little that bad people like me read and go "Oh my god, look at how cute they are. They are so going to fuck one day."

I know I cannot be the only person who does this to Weechester fic and gets much enjoyment from it...rriiigghhtttt?