Stuff and things and ficlets by request...

[kellifer]

- I'm a reccer for spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping.

- Work is progressing slowly for my spn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.

- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.

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[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I'm doing these one by one just to torture you because you are my squishy evil thang!

1.

"And then he plunges his... ahem into her velvet love tunnel over and-"

"Wait."

"What?"

"Did you just clear your throat instead of a word?"

"What? No, why would I do that?"

"I think you did. I think you cleared your throat instead of saying the C-word, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Jared, you're the one who insisted on reading me True Blood Adult fanfiction because you have a hard-on for vampire porn. Least you can do is actually say all the words."

"I don't... hang on. Did you just say C-word?"

"What? No I didn't."

"You did! You didn't say it either!"

"Shut up!"

"No, really!"

"Just... stop judging me."

"I didn't say anything."

"You don't have to. You judge me with your eyes."

"Can I finish this uninterrupted now?"

"...okay."

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

2.

"I prefer dick, anyway," Jared announces a couple of days later.

Jensen doesn't snort scalding hot coffee through his nasal passage, but it's a near miss. Three girls from makeup, a grip and a PA all try not to look like they're listening keenly. "Jay, man, maybe let's save the outing of oneself to a less public forum?"

"To say," Jared clarifies with a roll of his eyes at the three makeup girls, one grip and PA who all look disappointed.

"Oh, huh," Jensen says because Jared does this to him all the freakin' time, picking up a conversation from days or even weeks ago in the middle without giving Jensen any kind of warning.

"I read somewhere that that's what dudes prefer," Jared continues, looking thoughtful.

"What, dick?" Jensen asks, because now he's having fun.

"To say," Jared repeats. "It's the women that like the other word." Jared cuts a glance at Jensen and it looks sly. "Maybe that's why you prefer it."

"Are you calling me a woman, paddlebutt?" Jensen asks.

He would pour his coffee all over Jared's smug face if it weren't such a criminal waste.

[moodswingers.livejournal.com]

You need to write more J2, these are AWESOME.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

the three makeup girls, one grip and PA who all look disappointed.

Nice to know everyone on set 'ships J2.

Please to be continuing!!! \o/

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

3.

"You know there's been studies about guys preferring dick, right?"

Again, it's a few days later and Jensen's not sure why Jared can't hold a linear conversation, or announce these kinds of things when he's not imbibing some kind of liquid. This time it's beer and some of it does come out of his nose.

"In general?" Jensen manages, back of his throat burning, wiping streaming eyes on his sleeve.

"To say," Jared clarifies once again. He's leaning with his elbows on the bar and is reeling the bartender in with a grin despite the fact that the place is packed and it's not really their turn.

"Where have there been studies?" Jensen asks, because he's left wondering how someone would propose such a thing in a college setting, how a funding request would go.

Would there be props.

"I read it on the internet," Jared says and now he has two fingers up and juts his chin a little and like magic beers appear before him. Jared gives the bartender another grin and bumps Jensen's beer up against his elbow.

"Because everything on the internet is true?" Jensen snorts and Jared just looks at him.

"It was on wikipedia so it must be legit."

Jensen groans and smacks his forehead against the bar top.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

4.

They're playing Adult Pictionary against Aldis and Misha and their weird telepathy which is usually why they win isn't working.

"Um, stork? Albatross? Eagle?" Jared continues to guess, looking at, what Jensen thinks is a rather accurately rendered rooster, on the large page pinned against the trailer wall. Jared doesn't seem to be getting the whole Adult bit of the pictionary game and what word Jensen is getting at.

It's mostly irking him because Aldis and Misha have seemed to have stolen the telepathy. For their last turn, Aldis had drawn a curved line, Misha had said hairy clam, they'd high-fived and that had been that.

Jensen rolls his eyes, rips down the page, tacks up another one and goes to work. When he's finished, it's unmistakable that he's drawn a large, veiny penis with elaphantine hairy balls attached. He taps his pen on the penis.

Jared squinches up his face, tilts his head to the side and says, "Sea turtle?"

"Sea... how do you get sea turtle?" Jensen demands, throwing his pen at Jared.

"I don't know! They had hairy clam so I thought it might've been a nautical theme."

"We're playing Adult Pictionary," Jensen rants, throwing up his hands.

"It might be some weird sexual position I've never heard of," Jared grumps, then he widens his eyes and, "I am fairly vanilla, you know," he states.

Right then, Jensen knows he's being royally messed with.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

NAUTICAL THEME!!!!!!!!!11!!!

*dies*

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Why are you obsessed with my cock, anyway?" Jared asks.

Jensen is not drinking this time but he's eating a burger so has the unpleasant sensation of meat filling his nasal cavaties as he snorts. "What?"

"Why are you obsessed with me saying cock?" Jared repeats and Jensen narrows his eyes at him.

"That's not what you said," he accuses. Jared just raises his eyebrows and opens his eyes wide which is his why would you not believe someone with this face look.

Jensen may be trying to not think about how Jared saying that word goes red hot straight to interesting places for him. Neither does he want to think about what it's doing to him Jared standing in front of him, palming his Texas belt buckle, tracing the letters with his fingers.

"If I say it, what do I get?" Jared asks.

"You already just said it, twice," Jensen says, lacing hands behind his head and smirking.

Jared blinks and then stomps his foot. "Dammit!"

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

What Jared wants, Jared gets!

(Bemused!Jensen is killing me with his cuteness.)