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Fic: Scraps of Paper
Before I say anything else, you all should go over to Erica's fic journal, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andsparkles, and read the latest. Because, OMG. And also? O.M.G.
ETA: So, like, apparentlychickypooh and I had a fantastic conversation last night. I don't remember much of it--probably because I was on crack--but go here and read it. Then write me cliche fic since she refuses. (MEAN!)
Now, I'm closing the prompts because my fic-brain is tired, yo. You guys really delivered on the bombardingness of the prompts. SO, here are all the prompts put together. They rank in, as a whole, at just under 2,000 words, and I'm going to happily pretend they're all part of one HUGE FIC. Just because I want to, ok? Leave me my delusions.
Scraps of Paper
G to R | Gen and Various Pairings
andsparkles, and read the latest. Because, OMG. And also? O.M.G.ETA: So, like, apparently
chickypooh and I had a fantastic conversation last night. I don't remember much of it--probably because I was on crack--but go here and read it. Then write me cliche fic since she refuses. (MEAN!)Now, I'm closing the prompts because my fic-brain is tired, yo. You guys really delivered on the bombardingness of the prompts. SO, here are all the prompts put together. They rank in, as a whole, at just under 2,000 words, and I'm going to happily pretend they're all part of one HUGE FIC. Just because I want to, ok? Leave me my delusions.
G to R | Gen and Various Pairings
[Oil Paintings]
Sometimes, Jensen likes to go out and find culture. He'll drag Jared all around the province to various art houses and museums, tilt his head this way and that to try and understand what's going on in each piece. Jared likes to call him a geek when he gets like that, but Jensen sees the way Jared watches him out of the corner of his eye, face smooth and warm.
[Snow Angels]
Sam remembers the first snowfall he ever saw, up in Colorado. He was five whole years old and the world seemed bigger than ever, covered in stark white. It scared him, but Dean took him by the hand, pulled him out into the yard and showed him how to make an angel. It still makes him smile to think of his big brother, wet hair stuck up in all different directions.
[Club Soda]
Gets out stains! the little note next to the bottle proclaims brightly. Jensen eyes it and then his soiled shirt, biting his lip on an inappropriate laugh. Somehow, he doesn't think Jared's mother considered it would be used for this particular kind of stain.
[Wireless Internet]
"You know," Dean says one day, throwing his legs up on the motel desk. "I've always kind of wondered how we get wireless everywhere we go. You have a magic notebook card, Sammy?" His brother grins deviously and doesn't say anything at all, tapping the laptop screen down until it latches with a soft, foreboding click.
[Dean's Amulet]
It's a little sick, but it's harder for Sam to come to terms with the fact that the shape shifter has his brother's charm tied around his neck than anything else. Dean's had it for as long as he can remember--something about Pashupati keeping him safe--and to know that wherever Dean is, he's without it, is almost unbearable.
[Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck]
There's no dramatic swell of violins, no menacing chord when the truck hits them. All Dean can hear, aside from the screech of metal crushing and the crunch of bones breaking, is Creedance Clearwater, crooning something sweet about a bad moon.
[These painted mirrors give no reflection]
"I want you," Dean whispers, quiet and sad against Sam's ear. "I want you, but I can't have you. Why can't I have you, Sammy?" Sam closes his eyes tight and tries not to listen. He's trapped here, just here, and even his brother can't save him now.
[Am I the reason you breathe]
Sam is curled up against Dean's side, one big hand pressed over his brother's heart like he means to keep Dean together with pure force of will. "Don't leave me again," he whispers into Dean's shoulder. "Please. You're all I want."
[You don't say this ain't right]
It's a dirty word that neither of you dare to use, but it's always there, hanging right over your heads like a storm cloud. It's not normal, what you two do after the lamps go dark, limbs slick with sweat and bellies slick with something else. You know it, he knows it, but it's all you've got left and you're willing to fight for it.
[Fall]
When Dean was still small enough that he couldn't reach the sink by himself, John would sometimes pick him up like he was a piece of furniture and move him out of the way. "Daddy, I'm not a chair!" Dean would giggle, clinging to his father's shirtfront. And if the leaves were falling, John would always respond by taking Dean out back and burying him in a freshly-raked pile.
[Wine]
Dean had a girlfriend when he was twenty, and, yeah, they were pretty serious. But now, seven years later, Dean can't remember anything about her but her name and her lips, always painted the color of a good red wine. He thinks he may have loved her, though--just a little.
[I'm gonna wear you out, pretty.]
"Look at you," Jensen breathes out, ghosting his fingers down the back of Jared's thigh. Jared shivers, biting his own knuckles. "Spread out on this bed for me--always for me, right, baby? I'm gonna ride you for hours. You're gonna scream until you can't breathe."
[You're going to stick what where...?]
The first time Jensen tries to give Jared a rim job, Jared freaks out. He squeaks, he wriggles, he nearly kicks Jensen in the nose, and it takes Jensen fifteen minutes to calm him down enough that Jensen can even touch his face. But Jensen knows how his boy works, and after a few well-placed jibes and challenges, Jared's on his knees, keening high in his throat and pushing his ass back against Jensen's face. He comes without Jensen even touching his dick.
[Condoms]
Dean buys condoms at whatever shit convenience store is near their motel that night, blushing like he never does when the clerk raises her eyebrow at him. It makes him feel marginally better looking at the box and seeing "Her Pleasure" written across the front, because at least he can rib Sam about it. Hahaha, rib—oh God.
[IKEA]
Sam and Dean buy a tiny apartment just outside of Cambridge once the demon is dead and gone. They share a bedroom and a bathroom, and Sam goes off to work at the local library every day. But the third week running of the both of them waking up together in one of the ridiculous twin beds Dean had bought leads Sam to insisting that the two of them go to the local IKEA. It's almost worth listening to Dean bitch the whole way there when Sam sees him sit down with a little girl on a fluffy pink bedspread, grinning.
[It's over.]
Jared sucks at hockey. No, really, he does. You'd think with how he's built that he's really athletic and capable, but Jensen knows better. He's seen Jared trip up over a spec of dust--which, by the way, is hysterical. But, man, watching Jared fondle a hockey stick is still fucking sexy.
[Reeses Pieces]
"You--I--" Jensen stutters to a halt, watching with something like fascination as Jared stuffs yet more candy into his mouth. "How much can you fit in there, man?" Jared smirks, tilts his head back pointedly and swallows it all in one big gulp. Suddenly, Jensen's pants feel a little tight. He should probably go to wardrobe about that.
[Apples]
It doesn't take long for Jared to notice Jensen's started avoiding apples. He tries not to say anything at first, being the awesome friend that he is, but the fifth time Jensen turns down apple sauce, when he used to eat it by the jar, Jared says something. Jensen shuffles a little, digging the toes of his boots into the hard dirt and mumbles something uncharitable about Jared's momma and fugly scarecrows.
[True Love]
Kim really hates it when "The Princess Bride" plays on television. The crew can never get any work done with Jared and Jensen quoting the damn thing left and right. "Mawwige," Jensen starts, and Jared's already off, giggling like a little school girl. "Mawwige is what bwings us togethar today."
[Disney Movies]
Dean remembers Sam's first crush very fondly; her name was Mary Poppins and she was practically perfect in every way. When the tape wore out from Sam rewinding it so many times, the kid actually cried. It was fantastic.
[It's not the way you think that turns me on]
Jared doesn't like it when Jensen tries to talk afterwards. He'll shut him up with whatever he can: a tongue in his mouth, a hand digging into his side. After a while, Jensen just stops trying to talk at all.
[And then, there was silence]
Sometimes, quiet hurts more than anything else--it's impersonal, cold. When he retreats into his own head and closes all of himself off from you, it cuts, sharp and silent like a well cared for knife.
[Jared's affinity for falling asleep on Jensen]
Usually it happens when they're sitting on set and Jared just can't take it anymore. Poor kid never expected to be working this long or getting calls at four in the morning saying, Come in today, we have to do pick up scenes! So Jensen doesn't really mind when Jared tips over, half asleep already, and nuzzles his way into a comfortable position against Jensen's shoulder. He maybe finds it even a little bit comforting. Maybe.
[Bleak]
Jensen never thought Jared would be the kind of person to give him the cold shoulder. Normally, he's so open and sunny, always smiling at something, but after Jensen kisses him, Jared closes up. Even during scenes, Sam can't look Dean in the eye and he keeps shying away when Dean goes to pat his shoulder. Well, Jensen figures, it's not the first time he's royally fucked up something great.
[Torn]
It's an ordinary piece of paper, by all accounts, just a ripped corner of the daily news. But scribbled in red ink over the newsprint is a tiny note in Jensen's sloped handwriting. Meet me in the bathroom, it says; we need to talk. Jared's stomach stumbles over itself nervously.
[Penguins]
Jared shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, pulling his hands back into his jacket and plucking at the edge of the sleeves. "Come on, Jensen," he whines. His eyes get wide and shiny. "There are dancing, singing penguins. Who doesn't want to see that movie?"
[Rainbow Candy]
Jared's cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk's and there's a strip of candy hanging out of his mouth. "You are such a dork," Jensen tells him, grinning. "Why did I ever marry you?" And Jared just laughs, spewing candy everywhere.
[With dust and rusty razor blades]
Sam knew a girl in eleventh grade. She was the only one who would talk to him at that school after the fight he'd gotten into with the football team. He'd thought she was beautiful in a sort of broken way, bold red slashes across her wrists, her dark hair falling in her eyes. "Please don't," he'd whispered once, wrapping his fingers around her arms.
[Many stolen moments]
For all the time they spend together every day, it's still hard to find even a minute for just the two of them. Sometimes, Jared will just get fed up with it all and yank Jensen into the wardrobe trailer for a heavy make-out session. If Janie notices the bites on the side of Jared's neck when they have their make-up reapplied after, she never says a thing.
[Spearmint Chewing Gum]
Jared tastes like that gum he's always chewing the first time Jensen actually kisses him, sweet and sharp. It's almost enough to have Jensen humping his leg, but when Jared presses the little lump of chewed gum into his mouth, well...that knocked over vase totally isn't Jensen's fault at all.
[Santa's little helper]
The tights are riding up in the back, his tunic is too short and his hat doesn't even fit around his head. He's tempted to stalk back out the door, screw this stupid party, but Jensen leans over, shoulder warm against Jared's side, and says, "I wanna fuck you over the sink," and Jared is perfectly content to keep walking. Where's the bathroom?
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Eric: Dean, we need you to be pensive. Work with me here.
Jensen: *coughs, shakes it out* Yeah, sorry, man.
Eric: Right. Okay, take four..go!
Jared: *looks over and Jensen*
Jensen: And wuv, twue wuv!
Jared: That bwessed awwangement!
Jensen: That dweam wivin a dweam!
Eric: CUT.
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Psst, prompt meh. >>
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LMAOLMAOLMAO
omg. omg made me laugh SO HARD. also the Princess Bride one because, come on, PRINCESS BRIDE! :D
♥
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Sammy dreamed sometimes of Mary Poppins coming and taking care of him and Dean, y'know. Her rosy cheeks and pert, er..nose were always foremost in his thoughts. BECAUSE HE WAS A GREAT BIG GEEK.
:D
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*gives you kisses*
seriously. these? are my absolute favorites. ever.
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Definiton of OMGAWEDEEN.
There are just so many that are cute and hurty and make me want to cry and clap (YOU WROTE JENSEN AND JARED MARRIED, ILU *flings self at you*) and you are my favoritest person, you must know that.