OH MY GOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.

WHAT HAVE I BECOME.

May December
PG J2, 1000~ words. WARNING FOR HIGH LEVELS OF SCHMOOP.
It's Jensen's birthday.

( When Jensen stumbles out of the bathroom, there’s a cake on the table. )

OH SILLINESS.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
PG J2, 1100~ words
Jared is a poet. Jensen is unimpressed.

( But you're scared of bears. )

This took a tragically long time to write. Not exactly edited (YET.) Maybe it is full of errors, maybe it is not.

New York Will Thaw
PG~, wincesty overtones, 1220~ words, post-4x14.
Title from Regina Spektor's Ne Me Quitte Pas.

Sam and Dean and lessons and love. Or... something.

( Where you go, the snow follows. )

*flops around uselessly ( Read more... )

I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST STAYED UP ALL NIGHT WRITING THIS.

And when you poured us together, it was something
PG/PG-13 gen, 2300~ words
After stopping the Apocalypse, Sam and Dean run a coffee shop. Castiel and Ruby help. (Uriel can come too.)

AKA. THE MOST SELF INDULGENT FIC IN THE WORLD.

( The slope into running your own coffee shop is apparently really goddamn slippery. )

CONTINUING TO BE COLD. BRRR.

BRRRRR.

I'm really struggling to write anything (ASIDE FROM DELAWARE RP HA HA HA) and it is pissing my life off and stressing me out to the maxxxx. I absolutely fucking refuse to hand my exchange fic over to a pinch hitter- IT'S A MATTER OF PRINCIPLE NOW- so I'm doing writing memes and maybe I'll try and write ( Read more... )

So I finally got around to watching Dr Horrible (late to the party, I know; in my defence, I was out of the country at the time), and... well, you know Laundry Day? Yeah? ... It really, really makes me want a J2 fic where Jensen is a rubbish supervillain with a crush on laundromat!Jared. It would be wonderfulI'm lame, ask me how ( Read more... )

Better mood today! Going into town with barthi! World = my oyster!

SAZZ, HEY SAZZ, LOOK OVER HERE SAZZ.

(This may be becoming a thingJensen’s taking a piss when Jared shambles in, yawning and scratching bluntly at his belly. Jared likes to wander around half-naked perhaps a little too much; today he’s wearing the orange boxers they spent a whole ( Read more... )

I SHALL NEVER GET SICK OF THINKING THESE THOUGHTS

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“You’ve been drinking my milk,” Jensen says.

Jared’s sat at the kitchen table, eating Cheerios in nothing but his boxers, an open shirt and a pair of socks Jensen’s almost certain are his, with someone’s milk slurping down his chin. He waggles his eyebrows; Jensen’s pretty sure he’s trying to ( Read more... )

So I'm in a rubbish mood and it's a teeny tiny useless part, but I was kinda feeling like if I didn't write NOW it'd never get done. So there. Back to the good stuff tomorrow. (Hopefully.)

where the sunsets are all breathtaking (10/?)
PG-13, eventual wincest, AU.
Spoilers for s3 finale.

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