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Kim and I were talking about sick!Jared being taken care of by Jensen - which she's supposedly going to write! \o/ - and Kim said she needed some music to write to. Since I am, apparently, the supplier of schmoop and thus of schmoopy songs, I went about sending her some. She was so overwhelmed by "I Found a Reason" that she wanted to wrap it up and send it to someone for Valentines day, and so I made a mix-ish thing. Romantic music post, ahoy! And, er, some simple cover art if you so choose.

Mirah - Engine Heart
Etta James - At Last
The Beatles - Do You Want to Know a Secret
Jewel - Morning Song
Cat Power - I Found a Reason
Bjork - Cocoon
Keali'i Reichel - Mele a Ka Pu'uwaii
Davy Jones - Your Personal Penguin
The Beatles - And I Love Her
Pink Martini - Let's Never Stop Falling in Love
Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels
Regina Spektor - Us
Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You

And also a tiny ficlet to wake up with, which I sort of maybe love. *flappy hands* You all knew I couldn't stay out of the fluff for long, right? Right? Sam/Dean, PG. Absolutely shameless.

It’s not anything like Sam would have ever thought it’d be. Dean’s hands are gentle, light, when they touch his skin, ghosting over the planes of his stomach.

There’s still blood under his fingernails, in his hair, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind, eyes wide with something Sam can’t – won’t – put a name to. Big brother’s always been blaring with life, all harsh edges. Right now, though, the muted light of the bed table lamp has him cast in blurry gold, and Sam can’t seem to catch his breath.

Calloused fingers slide over his collar bone and up his neck, hugging the curves and dips. The edge of Dean’s nail catches a flake of dried red.

How? he whispers against Sam’s ear, wonderingly.

Sam doesn’t have an answer for him, but he smoothes his palm up Dean’s back anyway, tracing each ridge of his spine with care. Dean shivers, fingers curling into fists against Sam’s sides. I don’t know.

Every touch after that is more solid, but no less gentle. Dean’s hands slide down to Sam’s hips, thumbs resting in the dip above each sharp rise. Dean’s lips are bitten-through and chapped, dragging across Sam’s palm until Sam’s fingers curl too, tips brushing Dean’s cheek.

Thank God, Dean whispers; thank God, and then they’re kissing, a sweet-soft pull of mouths that leaves Sam dizzy.

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omg. honey, this is like honey. *smooch*

*snuggles up to* hey, sweetie.

pst. pssssst. LOOKY; http://plutogirl10.livejournal.com/24760.html

*feels so speshul, omg*! ♥

Right now, though, the muted light of the bed table lamp has him cast in blurry gold

Wow. This is beautiful. I love this line. Just gorgeous.

*pink* thank you so much!

You want Jared/Jensen with Jared ill, you say? Can't help on that BUT with the help of a little Winlexia this AWESOMECAKES fic that Pert wrote for ME OMG (http://impertinence.livejournal.com/208035.html?#cutid1) might be just right. Sam breaks his wrist! And Dean helps him play Super Mario! And they screw! \o/

FOOFY!!!!111 ♥ x eleventy billion

FOOFY.

*boogies* oh, sammich.

*wibble*

*snuggle*

Oh! So...light. Does that make sense? It feels whisper soft to read.

*flails* that's just - thank you!

Mmmmmmph.

Oh, boys.

*smishes them and you*

WOW to the fic and YAY! to the music

You two together are LOVE :D

*kisses*

Big brother’s always been blaring with life, all harsh edges.

*flappy hands atchu* And I think you told me about that song by Davy Jones. Or someone did. Yay, penguins!

And I totally started the story last night - so far, three pages and I have Jensen feeding Jared chicken noodle schoomp. XD

WHEE! *grabbity* I luve me some sick!fic and and and yay, Kim, yay!

omg, I wrote schoomp?! I meant soup. Oh God, brain, where are you today?

I will try finish the fic tonight if I get my maths homework done.

who is that in your icon? *bamboozled*

Oooh, that's Jeremy Dufour, Model of Pretty. I had this obsession with this book called Twilight about pretty vampires that sparkle (seriously, they SPARKLED in the SUN) and I imagined one of the main characters - Edward - as looking like Jeremy.

*gasp* Oh sweetie, this is just.... and it's so . . . wow. Beautiful.

Especially this:

the muted light of the bed table lamp has him cast in blurry gold, and Sam can’t seem to catch his breath.

The image it brings up!

*tackles you* i'm so glad you liked it!! meep.

Oh PRETTY.

Thank you!! ♥ x eleventy

Awwww. So beautiful! Poetic and.. gah. No words except one. Perfect! :) Thanks for sharing hon.

Aw! Beautiful and soft and fluffy. Just what I needed right now.

AWWWWW I love the pretty ♥

This is beautiful. :)

... you = <3

*hugs*

I love your writing and this was no exception. Beautiful and lovely and so deliberate.