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-> I got home yesterday to the sound of my flatmates furiously giggling and totally busted them decking my room out in spiderwebs and plastic spiders. We don't really celebrate Halloween in Australia, but in honor of US flatmate, we carved pumpkins ($20 American pumpkins no less!) which did not make it to Halloween because duh, MUCH HOTTER HERE and have wee little pumpkin candy buckets everywhere. Driving home from work, I did see a few game trick or treaters, including a dad taking his son and the dad was dressed in one of those really sad, full-body, ill-fitting spiderman outfits but points for committing dude!

-> I AM WRITING ALL THE THINGS!

UNDERWAY:

* SPN - Sam/Dean gift for

deirdre_c - I totally changed what I was writing and now it's a prequel instead of a sequel because I roll like that.

They're fighting.

Dean doesn't even remember what it's about anymore. Just that either he's mad at Sam or Sam is mad at him and whatever it was that made them both pissed was a week and countless miles back.

Basically, he's watching the awful, low budget kind of porn which apparently is the very last straw.

"I'm going to the library," Sam announces, shutting off the television and grabbing his coat. Dean automatically stands because even when they're fighting they still tend to do everything together and Sam waves a hand at him. "You don't have to come."

Dean's expression goes pinched and Sam probably didn't mean for it to sound so dismissive but hell, Dean's already pissed and normally he'd argue but this time he just grunts a terse, "Fine."

"Can I take the car?" Sam asks from the doorway because it's raining cats and dogs. Dean rummages in his discarded jeans on the floor until he comes up with the keys.

"Why don't I just take you?" Dean offers. He still wants to be grumpy, but he always gets a little frission of fear up his spine that won't quit whenever Sam is out of his sight, which is just balls because them being in each other's pockets is pretty much the problem and they both could probably do with a break.

Sam says, "No, I just need some time to myself."

Dean wants to bitch about always, always being the one that mends that bridge between them when they're having the long, drawn-out fights like the one they're currently involved in. Two guys living in each other's space are bound to grate on each other and Sam and Dean are no different.

"You ding her, I ding you," Dean snaps and tosses the keys. Dean didn't actually mean to aim for his head but he still manages to catch Sam in the temple with them which gets him the most epic of all scowls.

Sam better buy him pie on the way back.

* TW - Derek/Stiles - that one where humans caught behind the werewolf borders are traded as commodities and are status symbols.

"You're an idiot."

Derek turns, expecting to see Lydia behind him and surprised as hell to see Jackson instead. Jackson is leaning past Derek so he can see Stilinski but still be mostly out of sight.

"Excuse me?" Derek raises an eyebrow at the member of his pack that he knows the least about. Jackson has never been hostile but he's always kept a careful distance and Derek sometimes idly wonders if he should make more of an effort. Jackson seems happy enough with his lot, friendly with most of the other wolves but only really close to Danny. He's often surley but up until now there's been a careful respect of Derek's position as Alpha.

Jackson's gaze shifts from Stilinski to Derek and his eyes narrow into a calculating squint. "I understand what you try to do here, man. I get it, I really do. I just don't understand why you would shoot yourself in the foot like this."

"You've lost me," Derek says.

"You've got this kind of hippy-ideal about them," Jackson says and Derek winces because he is acutely aware of the them Jackson is referring to. "Maybe you think treating everyone like family will make them forget that they aren't." Jackson's gaze has moved back to Stilinski and Derek's getting a greasy, unpleasant feeling in his stomach about just where this conversation is going. "Then there's him."

"Jackson, I'm not sure-"

"That guy was loved, he was protected and he was cast adrift just like everyone else. Standing there is the reason your friend Markus got his ass kicked, because other packs started thinking he was weak, that he was letting humans gain control." Jackson rubs over the back of his head and grimaces.

"We're still fighting a war with them. I know the front seems very far away from here, but you've got a very tenuous grip on your position and you're crazy if you don't see that you could lose everything."

* TW - Derek/Stiles - Zombie apocafic BECAUSE OF REASONS.

Lopez lets out a mournful sounding meow and puts his paws up on the pickup's dash. Derek has a look out at what's caught the cat's interest and grimaces. There's a person lying on a bench at what would have been a bus stop and while there's plenty of Shamblers around, there's also plenty of dead people and Derek knows that at some point he might get used to seeing them just dropped like dolls at the end of a day of hard play, but he hasn't yet.

As he watches though, the figure sits up and he's thinking Shambler when the figure raises one arm and half-waves, then raises the second arm and starts waving more madly, then gets up and jumps up and down in the street. Derek blinks because he thinks he's finally snapped out of lonely desperation. He could swear that it's Stiles making an idiot of himself in the middle of the road.

The Stiles look-alike starts running for Derek's truck and Derek almost, almost hits reverse and gets the hell out of there, but Lopez chooses that moment to hurl himself out the passenger side window. Derek flicks off his own seatbelt and half-falls, half-jumps out of the cab of his truck.

He meets Stiles halfway and he can't stop himself literally picking the kid up off his feet and swinging him around in a big circle. Stiles smacks a big, sloppy kiss right on Derek's cheek, sloppy because Stiles got his mouth open and laughing.

* Avengers -

avengersfest Clint/Darcy fic - deadline has been pushed back but I'm still going to send through in the next few days.

"Lemme see," Natasha demands, making grabby hands at Brian and Darcy plucks him off her shoulder to hug against her chest protectively.

"I thought there was no touching," she says.

"When they're full grown, sure," Tony says. "When they're babies everyone will want a cuddle. It's sickening really."

"Oh, okay. I guess if he doesn't mind?" Darcy says, holds Brian out to Natasha, gives him the opportunity to scuttle back into her arms but instead he sniffs delicately at Natasha's fingers before allowing her to gently ease him off Darcy's hands and into her lap. "Why is it important when they're full grown? Are they dangerous?"

"Not really to us," Steve says, grinning in a completely adorable way that endears him to Darcy immediately when Brian snuffles at him then climbs from Natasha's lap and into his. "You'll get a stronger bond the older he is, until you can partly feel what he does. Then there's the danger of bonding with another."

"That can happen?"

"You wanna bump uglies with someone, you better hope your dragons get along. Otherwise it's pretty impossible," Tony says. "Unless you want to date someone outside which, who has time for that really?"

"I don't think that was covered in the manual," Darcy says and Clint snorts beside her.

"There's a lot of stuff that isn't covered in the manual, sweetheart," Tony says, finally relenting and snatching Brian from Steve. He holds the little dragon aloft, chuckles when Brian's paws bat the air.

* Accidental Clint/Coulson comment!fic where Clint secretly has kids that he's been hiding from everyone.

IN MA HEAD ONLY:

* Derek/Stiles - A lone alpha thinks the best way to snag Stiles for himself is to go through Stiles' dad... and by through he means BITE HIM.

* Derek/Stiles ALIENS AU - where the pack are the marines and Stiles is totally Newt, surviving by himself by zipping through the air ducts and under the floors and he's got trust issues.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yay for zombie apocafic!

:D

I'm just writing it so I can call it apocawolves. :D

I really want to read the aliens AU. It sounds awesome.

DITTO!

I've always wanted to write one - and this is the perfect fandom because you have a ready made team of ~~werewolves~~ marines!

Edited 2012-11-01 04:44 (UTC)

Eeeeeeeeeee!!!

I so luff your fic. I have your 99 problems fic open in a tab- reading soon!!

Yay!

The art for it is AMAZING! I have been thoroughly spoiled! :D

Those comment fics you wrote, OOOOOH I AM MELTING AND AWWW-ED AND I SUPER CRAVE MOAR

Ugh, THOSE PICTURES. HOW COULD I RESIST???

Clint/Darcy + dragons? kja;lkdsjfalksjfdl;kajs;fda Is this like a Pern!AU? Or something similar?

It's kind of a mish-mash of my assignee's requests and me clinging to a bit of a throwaway comment about wanting a modern-set How To Train Your Dragon because I WAS STUMPED I TELLS YA. :D

\o/

I'm sorry, but you need to stop everything else and write that Alens AU right the fuck now.

:D

Can't you just see with the Argent Corporation being the evil bad guy planet colonisers...

I was kind of tossing up between Stiles being Newt and being Ripley, like they find him orbiting the planet because Stiles' dad put him in a stasis pod to save him and now they have to go back in and find out what happened and all the while Gerard Argent, company man, is planning to smuggle an alien back to earth, possibly using Stiles as the alien suitcase.

The evil Argent Corporation is perfection.

I have to say that although I like your idea of Stiles being Ripley--all badass and sweet--I just adore imagining him as Newt, staying alive and being all tricksy. His flailing would finally be put to good use!

And I am totally imagining the scenario in the conference center where Jackson (aka Hudson) starts freaking out and Derek points and Stiles and says, "May I remind you that this civilian has stayed alive for two months with no training and no weapons?!"

Of course instead of a full salute, Stiles might just give a one-fingered salute in reaponse with his "Aye-firmative."

Hee.

OH MY GOD I JUST GOT S2 IN THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!

♥ x 100000000!

Which means I will have to drop everything to write the Aliens AU as a gift for yoooooou!

Alas, you have discovered my master plan! I mailed the disk out a couple weeks ago knowing that you would come up with a brilliant idea for a story I would want you to write.

Wow, I am good.

But while I happily say YAY to more fic from you, write in the order your Muse demands. I do not want to mess the flow...I can be patient (no matter what my family and friends say).

[BTW, you need to tell me if you want anything else specific in your package. Any particular exotic Midwestern things you are craving (besides Peeps)?]

Not sure! I have to get around to ordering the Avengers plushies!

Do you want anything specifically Australian in yours. I'm thinking I'll make yours a combo Xmas/care package. :D

OMG, I want that human commodities one like right now. But I'll just sit here patiently and let you write it in your own time.

Damn, I keep trying to resist the pull to TW, but then there are all these delicious fics...!! I really don't know what to do. D:

I was face-painting at a halloween event, so I got to see the cutest costumes! There were some pretty adorable Avengers running around, and I gave a high five to a kid wearing a Minecraft costume. ^^

I resisted but then a bunch of my flisties who I hadn't crossed fandom-paths with in a while were writing in it so I started reading stories and got completely hooked on these characters, so then had to watch the show and it's fluffy and ridiculous and I'm really enjoying it.