3 Drabbles + 2 Ficlets (Supernatural, Real Person Fic - CW [includes vending-machines!J2], Leverage)
This morning, I posted a somewhat desperate plea to Twitter. With just 2 hours to write my 1,500 word feature article, I offered drabbles to anyone who would write battle me through it. I expected one or two responses, I got five. I apologize for these ahead of time--drabble-writing is not my forte, but a promise is a promise.
Title: The Last Unicorn
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG for Implied Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 174
Author’s Note: Written for morganoconner who prompted: "Sam/Dean - Unicorn."
"No, you cannot keep it," Dean says, snatching cloth out of the jaws of death.
The creature held fast, and Dean found himself engaged in a tug-o-war for the remains of his favorite AC/DC shirt.
"But Dean," Sam whines. "It's my friend. And it sparkles."
Dean quits pulling long enough to glare at his brother and immediately regrets it, feeling a huge, wet nose pressing into his hand. He swats it away. "Dude, it's trying to eat everything we own."
The baby unicorn stumbles over to Sam and tries his luck repeating the nuzzle. Sam laughs fondly and feeds it a sugar cube-as if the damn thing needs more energy. He closes his eyes, running his fingers through the light purple strands, and smiles contentedly.
"You couldn't be more gay right now," Dean says, watching the spectacle in horror.
Sam opens one eye, looking at Dean, and grins. "You'll learn to like him for my sake."
Dean sighs, but shrugs. It's not like it's the first time he's gone gay for his brother.
Title: Brave New World
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Amy (pentacle girl from Pilot), Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13 for Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 212
Author’s Note: Written for brynspikess who prompted: "Girl from pilot w/ pentacle necklace (Amy), after bf disappears w/ WIWhite, she finds spn books by chuck and starts reading."
It's hard, you know, losing your boyfriend. Like, if he'd dumped her or died or whatever, it would be easier, because at least Amy would know for sure. But Troy just, like, disappeared, and that's way creepy.
Amy's always thought of herself as a really strong person, though, so she's moving on. It's been a year and a half, anyway. That's, like, forever in high school years. It's time to move on, find a new love.
Amy's friend Danielle is the one who suggests getting hooked on some kind of TV show or book series to take her mind off things. Danielle takes her to Borders and recommends Twilight, but Twilight is totally too mainstream for Amy.
She finds herself wandering towards the bargain bin, called by the bold design of a book with two rugged heroes on the cover. Supernatural by Carver Edlund, it reads. Amy buys all four of them.
That night she's curled up in bed, engrossed in the fascinating world of Sam and Dean, when suddenly she remembers those two guys who had interviewed her just after Troy's disappearance. She skips ahead and finds out, yup, Troy's dead, but it's okay, because he was cheating on her.
Oh, and she totally called that those guys were doing it.
Title: The Best of Times
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Sexuality
Word Count: 512
Author’s Note: Written for lesson_in_love who asked for: "Vending-Machines!J2 - Domestic Schmoop."
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," Jensen declares, hanging his wet coat up and putting his laptop case down by the door.
Jared is exactly where Jensen expected: curled up on the coach with the television on mute, casting a glow on him that flickers like a fire. He doesn't even look up from whatever he's reading. Jensen gets closer, continuing, "It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness."
Jared huffs a laugh and lowers his book, deigns to cast one eye in Jensen's direction. "What are you doing?"
Jensen crawls over Jared on the couch. "I'm trying to steal your attention," he kisses Jared briefly, "and I'm serenading you with Shakespeare to do it."
Jared rolls his eyes, turning a page. "That, as you well know, is not Shakespeare."
"Of course it is. I think I know my Henry V when I'm reciting it."
"Oh, okay," Jared says, nodding along. "Tell me then, what comes next?"
Jensen sits up, thinking really hard.
"A blowjob if you get it right," Jared adds with a wicked smile.
"It, uh, it. There was a really good thing, and then there was a really bad thing."
"Poetry," Jared murmurs, resuming his reading.
Jensen pushes the book against his chest and kisses him again, harder this time. "How about a hint?"
"Epoch."
"Hah! It was the epoch of something really good but also the epoch of the same thing being really bad."
Jared laughs, finally gives up on the book, and pulls Jensen down. "You need to brush up on your Dickens."
Jensen smiles into his neck. "It all sounded so good until you added the -ens part."
Jared snorts, and runs his fingers down Jensen's spine. "How was the math department meeting?" he asks softly.
"Annoying," Jensen answers. "Long."
Jared nods. "Dinner's in the oven, it should still be hot. I left the burnt parts for you."
Jensen makes a content sound. He shifts around a bit before finding a comfortable place in Jared's arms, picking the remote up from the floor, and turning the TV off mute. "Just give me a minute to lie here."
"You're not going to eat the food I slaved over for you?"
Jensen laughs. "You slaved over for you. You just happened to remember me when you got to the burnt parts."
"You like the burnt parts, Jensen," Jared says, with a face like the very idea disturbs him.
"A mere coincidence."
"I know how to get rid of you, you know."
"How's that?"
"It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness," Jared announces loudly.
"Ugh," Jensen manages before Jared rolls him off the couch.
"It was the spring of hope, it was the winter-"
"Of our discontent," Jensen interrupts, still sitting on the floor next to Jared and looking sulky.
Jared cracks up then, pulls Jensen back onto the couch, giving him a long, happy kiss.
It really was the best of times, though Jensen would never be caught saying it out loud.
Title: The Luckiest Man Alive
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared, Jensen/Sandy/Adrianne
Rating: R for Sexuality (including Pseudocesty Voyeurism)
Word Count: 676
Author’s Note: Written for taintedlove who prompted: "Jensen/Sandy/Adrianne: Birthday Sex."
Jensen Ackles is the luckiest man alive.
Before Jared ever even heard of Jensen's dad, before he ever had to move to this stupid town, before they ever moved in together, Jensen was already a high school legend. It's bad enough to be uprooted just because your mom is remarrying some guy she met while traveling for work-becoming the new kid and having to adjust to being step-brothers with teen royalty? Yeah, it really sucks.
Aldis, the only person who has bothered giving Jared more than a second's glance since he started school on Monday, tells Jared it started towards the end of sophomore year. That means Jensen's managed to keep this up for a year and a half-and it just doesn't compute. Everybody knows. The girls? Have to know.
Jensen Ackles is the luckiest man alive for two reasons: 1. His smoking hot brunette girlfriend, also head cheerleader, Sandy McCoy. 2. His equally hot blonde girlfriend, president of student council, Adrianne Palicki.
He has two goddesses hanging off him, and, although they run in different circles and never seem to interact, there's no way they don't know, which means they're okay with it. And, Jared has eyes, he gets that Jensen is worth over-looking a few flaws. But for them to be willing to put up with this? Jared's blood spikes imagining what he can do to them that makes him worth it.
He's really wondering how Jensen is going to deflect this one, though. It's his birthday, and Jared wants to know how you choose which of your perfect girlfriends to celebrate with and how you tell the other, "Sorry, babe, maybe next year."
He doesn't actually expect to see Jensen at all tonight, because, if it were him, he would be driving all over town getting from one to the other for some birthday sex. But when he gets home and sits on his bed, dropping his backpack on the floor of his new room (formerly Jensen's big brother, now University of Texas freshman, Josh's room), he hears something filtering in.
He figures Jensen must have left the door on the side that connects his room to the bathroom they share open, so he gets up to go close it. The door is only a crack open on Jensen's side, though, and what Jared sees makes him stop, way too turned on to remember anything about privacy.
The girls are alone in the room, sitting on the couch under Jensen's top bunk bed, kissing. They don't look uncomfortable, like this is something they are trying to convince themselves they like as a birthday present. They're really going for it.
Adrianne has a firm grip on Sandy's boob through her shirt, and Sandy pulls away, panting into the blonde's mouth. Jared has about a minute to feel kind of sorry for Jensen, because the poor guy is just a beard for these girls, and everyone thinks he's getting some when he so clearly isn't.
Then the hallway door to Jensen's room creaks open and there's a low laugh from the doorway. The girls stop kissing but don't pull apart, and Sandy beams at him.
"Hey birthday boy," she says, in that peppy cheerleader way of hers.
"Hello, there," he replies, sitting next to Adrianne, sliding his hand all the way up her thigh.
She turns her mouth towards him, and they start kissing, then he breaks away and reaches out for Sandy, who bends until her lips find his. Adrianne doesn't hesitate before practically attacking Sandy's throat.
Jared lets out a hot sound, then claps his hand over his mouth. No one stops except for Jensen, who laughs lightly as he turns away from the kiss.
"Let's take this up to the bunk, there's more space up there," he says. Maybe Jared imagines his eyes dodging towards the bathroom for a moment before returning to Sandy. "More privacy."
Jared takes that as his cue, closes the door as softly as he can, and spends the next half hour with his right hand.
Title: Like Flying a Kite
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Parker/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13 for Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 220
Author’s Note: Written for unavoidedcrisis who prompted: "Flying a Kite." And asked me to surprise her on the fandom/pairing.
"I'm not trying to be a naysayer or nothing," Hardison begins in his most naysaying of tones. "But it's just not scientifically possible."
"Would you can it, Hardison?" Eliot grumbles. He sounds like he agrees.
"There is no wind," Hardison continues, as if Eliot hadn't spoken. "We can't get a kite in the air without wind."
"Yeah, well, you try telling her that," says Eliot, casting a look ahead.
Parker is about five steps in front of them, holding a kite half her size, practically vibrating with excitement.
"She's gonna see when the kite doesn't…"
They fight on for a few minutes in their usual way, until they realize Parker is trying to get their attention.
"Guys!"
They turn to look at her and yell "What?" in unison.
"The kite got stuck in a tree."
The two men exchange a confused look, then turn back to Parker. She points up, and, sure enough, the bright yellow kite is caught in a force field of bright green leaves.
"How did you get it to fly?" Hardison asks in awe, looking around at the still windless afternoon.
"Idiot," Eliot grumbles. "She climbed the tree."
Hardison's mouth falls open on an "O."
"I'm tired of kites," Parker says. "Let's go get ice cream and have sex."
So that's pretty much what they do.
Title: The Last Unicorn
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG for Implied Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 174
Author’s Note: Written for morganoconner who prompted: "Sam/Dean - Unicorn."
"No, you cannot keep it," Dean says, snatching cloth out of the jaws of death.
The creature held fast, and Dean found himself engaged in a tug-o-war for the remains of his favorite AC/DC shirt.
"But Dean," Sam whines. "It's my friend. And it sparkles."
Dean quits pulling long enough to glare at his brother and immediately regrets it, feeling a huge, wet nose pressing into his hand. He swats it away. "Dude, it's trying to eat everything we own."
The baby unicorn stumbles over to Sam and tries his luck repeating the nuzzle. Sam laughs fondly and feeds it a sugar cube-as if the damn thing needs more energy. He closes his eyes, running his fingers through the light purple strands, and smiles contentedly.
"You couldn't be more gay right now," Dean says, watching the spectacle in horror.
Sam opens one eye, looking at Dean, and grins. "You'll learn to like him for my sake."
Dean sighs, but shrugs. It's not like it's the first time he's gone gay for his brother.
Title: Brave New World
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Amy (pentacle girl from Pilot), Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13 for Mild Sexuality
Word Count: 212
Author’s Note: Written for brynspikess who prompted: "Girl from pilot w/ pentacle necklace (Amy), after bf disappears w/ WIWhite, she finds spn books by chuck and starts reading."
It's hard, you know, losing your boyfriend. Like, if he'd dumped her or died or whatever, it would be easier, because at least Amy would know for sure. But Troy just, like, disappeared, and that's way creepy.
Amy's always thought of herself as a really strong person, though, so she's moving on. It's been a year and a half, anyway. That's, like, forever in high school years. It's time to move on, find a new love.
Amy's friend Danielle is the one who suggests getting hooked on some kind of TV show or book series to take her mind off things. Danielle takes her to Borders and recommends Twilight, but Twilight is totally too mainstream for Amy.
She finds herself wandering towards the bargain bin, called by the bold design of a book with two rugged heroes on the cover. Supernatural by Carver Edlund, it reads. Amy buys all four of them.
That night she's curled up in bed, engrossed in the fascinating world of Sam and Dean, when suddenly she remembers those two guys who had interviewed her just after Troy's disappearance. She skips ahead and finds out, yup, Troy's dead, but it's okay, because he was cheating on her.
Oh, and she totally called that those guys were doing it.
Title: The Best of Times
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13 for Sexuality
Word Count: 512
Author’s Note: Written for lesson_in_love who asked for: "Vending-Machines!J2 - Domestic Schmoop."
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," Jensen declares, hanging his wet coat up and putting his laptop case down by the door.
Jared is exactly where Jensen expected: curled up on the coach with the television on mute, casting a glow on him that flickers like a fire. He doesn't even look up from whatever he's reading. Jensen gets closer, continuing, "It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness."
Jared huffs a laugh and lowers his book, deigns to cast one eye in Jensen's direction. "What are you doing?"
Jensen crawls over Jared on the couch. "I'm trying to steal your attention," he kisses Jared briefly, "and I'm serenading you with Shakespeare to do it."
Jared rolls his eyes, turning a page. "That, as you well know, is not Shakespeare."
"Of course it is. I think I know my Henry V when I'm reciting it."
"Oh, okay," Jared says, nodding along. "Tell me then, what comes next?"
Jensen sits up, thinking really hard.
"A blowjob if you get it right," Jared adds with a wicked smile.
"It, uh, it. There was a really good thing, and then there was a really bad thing."
"Poetry," Jared murmurs, resuming his reading.
Jensen pushes the book against his chest and kisses him again, harder this time. "How about a hint?"
"Epoch."
"Hah! It was the epoch of something really good but also the epoch of the same thing being really bad."
Jared laughs, finally gives up on the book, and pulls Jensen down. "You need to brush up on your Dickens."
Jensen smiles into his neck. "It all sounded so good until you added the -ens part."
Jared snorts, and runs his fingers down Jensen's spine. "How was the math department meeting?" he asks softly.
"Annoying," Jensen answers. "Long."
Jared nods. "Dinner's in the oven, it should still be hot. I left the burnt parts for you."
Jensen makes a content sound. He shifts around a bit before finding a comfortable place in Jared's arms, picking the remote up from the floor, and turning the TV off mute. "Just give me a minute to lie here."
"You're not going to eat the food I slaved over for you?"
Jensen laughs. "You slaved over for you. You just happened to remember me when you got to the burnt parts."
"You like the burnt parts, Jensen," Jared says, with a face like the very idea disturbs him.
"A mere coincidence."
"I know how to get rid of you, you know."
"How's that?"
"It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness," Jared announces loudly.
"Ugh," Jensen manages before Jared rolls him off the couch.
"It was the spring of hope, it was the winter-"
"Of our discontent," Jensen interrupts, still sitting on the floor next to Jared and looking sulky.
Jared cracks up then, pulls Jensen back onto the couch, giving him a long, happy kiss.
It really was the best of times, though Jensen would never be caught saying it out loud.
Title: The Luckiest Man Alive
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared, Jensen/Sandy/Adrianne
Rating: R for Sexuality (including Pseudocesty Voyeurism)
Word Count: 676
Author’s Note: Written for taintedlove who prompted: "Jensen/Sandy/Adrianne: Birthday Sex."
Jensen Ackles is the luckiest man alive.
Before Jared ever even heard of Jensen's dad, before he ever had to move to this stupid town, before they ever moved in together, Jensen was already a high school legend. It's bad enough to be uprooted just because your mom is remarrying some guy she met while traveling for work-becoming the new kid and having to adjust to being step-brothers with teen royalty? Yeah, it really sucks.
Aldis, the only person who has bothered giving Jared more than a second's glance since he started school on Monday, tells Jared it started towards the end of sophomore year. That means Jensen's managed to keep this up for a year and a half-and it just doesn't compute. Everybody knows. The girls? Have to know.
Jensen Ackles is the luckiest man alive for two reasons: 1. His smoking hot brunette girlfriend, also head cheerleader, Sandy McCoy. 2. His equally hot blonde girlfriend, president of student council, Adrianne Palicki.
He has two goddesses hanging off him, and, although they run in different circles and never seem to interact, there's no way they don't know, which means they're okay with it. And, Jared has eyes, he gets that Jensen is worth over-looking a few flaws. But for them to be willing to put up with this? Jared's blood spikes imagining what he can do to them that makes him worth it.
He's really wondering how Jensen is going to deflect this one, though. It's his birthday, and Jared wants to know how you choose which of your perfect girlfriends to celebrate with and how you tell the other, "Sorry, babe, maybe next year."
He doesn't actually expect to see Jensen at all tonight, because, if it were him, he would be driving all over town getting from one to the other for some birthday sex. But when he gets home and sits on his bed, dropping his backpack on the floor of his new room (formerly Jensen's big brother, now University of Texas freshman, Josh's room), he hears something filtering in.
He figures Jensen must have left the door on the side that connects his room to the bathroom they share open, so he gets up to go close it. The door is only a crack open on Jensen's side, though, and what Jared sees makes him stop, way too turned on to remember anything about privacy.
The girls are alone in the room, sitting on the couch under Jensen's top bunk bed, kissing. They don't look uncomfortable, like this is something they are trying to convince themselves they like as a birthday present. They're really going for it.
Adrianne has a firm grip on Sandy's boob through her shirt, and Sandy pulls away, panting into the blonde's mouth. Jared has about a minute to feel kind of sorry for Jensen, because the poor guy is just a beard for these girls, and everyone thinks he's getting some when he so clearly isn't.
Then the hallway door to Jensen's room creaks open and there's a low laugh from the doorway. The girls stop kissing but don't pull apart, and Sandy beams at him.
"Hey birthday boy," she says, in that peppy cheerleader way of hers.
"Hello, there," he replies, sitting next to Adrianne, sliding his hand all the way up her thigh.
She turns her mouth towards him, and they start kissing, then he breaks away and reaches out for Sandy, who bends until her lips find his. Adrianne doesn't hesitate before practically attacking Sandy's throat.
Jared lets out a hot sound, then claps his hand over his mouth. No one stops except for Jensen, who laughs lightly as he turns away from the kiss.
"Let's take this up to the bunk, there's more space up there," he says. Maybe Jared imagines his eyes dodging towards the bathroom for a moment before returning to Sandy. "More privacy."
Jared takes that as his cue, closes the door as softly as he can, and spends the next half hour with his right hand.
Title: Like Flying a Kite
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Parker/Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13 for Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 220
Author’s Note: Written for unavoidedcrisis who prompted: "Flying a Kite." And asked me to surprise her on the fandom/pairing.
"I'm not trying to be a naysayer or nothing," Hardison begins in his most naysaying of tones. "But it's just not scientifically possible."
"Would you can it, Hardison?" Eliot grumbles. He sounds like he agrees.
"There is no wind," Hardison continues, as if Eliot hadn't spoken. "We can't get a kite in the air without wind."
"Yeah, well, you try telling her that," says Eliot, casting a look ahead.
Parker is about five steps in front of them, holding a kite half her size, practically vibrating with excitement.
"She's gonna see when the kite doesn't…"
They fight on for a few minutes in their usual way, until they realize Parker is trying to get their attention.
"Guys!"
They turn to look at her and yell "What?" in unison.
"The kite got stuck in a tree."
The two men exchange a confused look, then turn back to Parker. She points up, and, sure enough, the bright yellow kite is caught in a force field of bright green leaves.
"How did you get it to fly?" Hardison asks in awe, looking around at the still windless afternoon.
"Idiot," Eliot grumbles. "She climbed the tree."
Hardison's mouth falls open on an "O."
"I'm tired of kites," Parker says. "Let's go get ice cream and have sex."
So that's pretty much what they do.