Aw, Mel honey, what's wrong?? *cuddles you to chest*
This fic is supposed to be warm and squishy and funny and wonderful, so maybe that will make you smile? The Taste of Apples (http://sanyin.livejournal.com/76141.html#cutid1) by sanyin.
Tension among the ranks, BUT IT'S OK. Hopefully. Because Dean's smile CURES EVERYTHING. Ask Robin, I just totally spent a full minute making cooing noises and putting my hands on my face at him.
Oh noes baby, what ranks? Not tension with ROBIN I hope! Color me confused, but I don't want to pry! I'm just picturing you cooing yourself silly over smiley!Dean an' it's makin ME smile! *mwah*
You did indeed make Mel most happy with that picture. She squeed.
Also, I would advise being VERY FULL before you read that apples fic, because there is so much AWESOME foodporn (ie, food that is good, rather than the boys frolicking in gravy or something) in it. MMMM.
I just posted THIS (http://annella.livejournal.com/437085.html) and just read THIS (http://joyfulgirl41.livejournal.com/274821.html) both of which should cheer you up. :)
I saw JELLO mention above and have an unfinished fic from forever, so:
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It's lime. Of course. Fucking lime, green and slippery, and there's no tequila in sight.
Not that that keeps Jared from wanting to do body shots off of the perfectly chiseled abs under his fingertips.
Instead he just wraps his palm around Jensen's bicep, twisting and pinning him down to the floor of the kiddie pool.
Fucking Rosenbaum and his dumb ass ideas. It's one thing when they're in private and he's making insinuations, suggesting that Jared suck Jensen off for his viewing pleasure, but in public? Jared can’t really figure out exactly just how he ended up in a vat of green, slimy half-liquid, half-flavorful fun.
But anyways, there's Jensen, pinned beneath him, clumps of fruity gelatin sliding from the golden skin of his torso into the rest of the mess. Jared knows it's all for the spectacle and show, let the crowd have what it wants, but seeing those green eyes emphasized by the surrounding jiggly material...it's too much to take.
He leans in under the pretense of uttering some vicious insult, some emasculating whisper, but instead he just growls into Jensen's ear, thrusting their hips together, slippery and buried under two feet of slime. It feels inexplicably good.
There are a crowd of crazed onlookers, hooting and cheering, but at this point Jared’s dick doesn’t really care. He chances a quick swipe along the sugary sweet line of Jensen's neck, nipping the skin and letting his tongue twirl once, lapping up a lone speck of gelatin. Jensen shudders beneath him, hips arching up, and his moan falls only on Jared’s ears, the chanting of people around them too loud for it to go anywhere else.
And then Jared is flat on his back, Jensen flipping them effortlessly. His eyes flash and Jared pulls it together enough to make the notice the spiky crop of his hair flecked with green, the muscles in his forearms shifting beneath the skin just before Jensen’s hands spread over Jared’s thigh, hoisting one leg up and crushing it down towards his chest. Jared squirms in the shallow pool, bits of Jell-O sliding under the hem of his boxers, all squishy and disgusting and isn’t this crap made of ground up horse hooves and dear GOD, is that Jensen’s hand sliding higher, brushing along the sensitive skin behind his balls?
Jared squeaks, he can’t believe he fucking squeaked but Jensen’s sure as hell shocked him beyond words, grinning down at him wolfishly. The crowd just continues to catcall, but they can’t see the motion of Jensen’s fingers beneath the Jell-O and Jared’s boxers and the curve of his thigh. The digit that slips up and through the mess and in and Jared fucking SHOUTS then, his cock instantly hard and the bastard is screwing with him!
“You thought you were gonna win this, son?” Jensen mumbles, his voice raw sex and no fucking way is this happening.
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Did I mention that you are TOO FAR AWAY FROM ME AT THE MOMENT? Because you are.
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This fic is supposed to be warm and squishy and funny and wonderful, so maybe that will make you smile? The Taste of Apples (http://sanyin.livejournal.com/76141.html#cutid1) by
And also, LOOKIT DEAN:
*snuggles you more*
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Also, I would advise being VERY FULL before you read that apples fic, because there is so much AWESOME foodporn (ie, food that is good, rather than the boys frolicking in gravy or something) in it. MMMM.
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Yay, I'm glad I could make Mel squeeful. OMG WHY ARE YOU SO FAR AWAY *grabbyhands*
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Was' wrong? :(
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Bah, just some kerfluffling which should hopefully blow over. I don't deal well with fighting, so. *makes libra hands*
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I saw JELLO mention above and have an unfinished fic from forever, so:
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It's lime. Of course. Fucking lime, green and slippery, and there's no tequila in sight.
Not that that keeps Jared from wanting to do body shots off of the perfectly chiseled abs under his fingertips.
Instead he just wraps his palm around Jensen's bicep, twisting and pinning him down to the floor of the kiddie pool.
Fucking Rosenbaum and his dumb ass ideas. It's one thing when they're in private and he's making insinuations, suggesting that Jared suck Jensen off for his viewing pleasure, but in public? Jared can’t really figure out exactly just how he ended up in a vat of green, slimy half-liquid, half-flavorful fun.
But anyways, there's Jensen, pinned beneath him, clumps of fruity gelatin sliding from the golden skin of his torso into the rest of the mess. Jared knows it's all for the spectacle and show, let the crowd have what it wants, but seeing those green eyes emphasized by the surrounding jiggly material...it's too much to take.
He leans in under the pretense of uttering some vicious insult, some emasculating whisper, but instead he just growls into Jensen's ear, thrusting their hips together, slippery and buried under two feet of slime. It feels inexplicably good.
There are a crowd of crazed onlookers, hooting and cheering, but at this point Jared’s dick doesn’t really care. He chances a quick swipe along the sugary sweet line of Jensen's neck, nipping the skin and letting his tongue twirl once, lapping up a lone speck of gelatin. Jensen shudders beneath him, hips arching up, and his moan falls only on Jared’s ears, the chanting of people around them too loud for it to go anywhere else.
And then Jared is flat on his back, Jensen flipping them effortlessly. His eyes flash and Jared pulls it together enough to make the notice the spiky crop of his hair flecked with green, the muscles in his forearms shifting beneath the skin just before Jensen’s hands spread over Jared’s thigh, hoisting one leg up and crushing it down towards his chest. Jared squirms in the shallow pool, bits of Jell-O sliding under the hem of his boxers, all squishy and disgusting and isn’t this crap made of ground up horse hooves and dear GOD, is that Jensen’s hand sliding higher, brushing along the sensitive skin behind his balls?
Jared squeaks, he can’t believe he fucking squeaked but Jensen’s sure as hell shocked him beyond words, grinning down at him wolfishly. The crowd just continues to catcall, but they can’t see the motion of Jensen’s fingers beneath the Jell-O and Jared’s boxers and the curve of his thigh. The digit that slips up and through the mess and in and Jared fucking SHOUTS then, his cock instantly hard and the bastard is screwing with him!
“You thought you were gonna win this, son?” Jensen mumbles, his voice raw sex and no fucking way is this happening.
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What's up, honey?
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