'kay. Now I want ( goth!Jensen and surfer!Jared fic )
ANYWAY. My new icon makes me laugh and laugh and LAUGH. Teeny!Jared strikes again!!! \o/ He is already spreading much teeny!glee. WHO IS WRITING ME MORE TEENY!JARED FIC? *GRABBYHANDS* COME ON, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. HE'S ONLY WEE, HOW HARD COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?
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Katie Cassidy. Why have I never even HEARD of Jared/Katie or Jensen/Katie fic? Is there any out there? Somebody's writing it, right? This is the internet, isn't it? What's that rule - if it exists, there is porn of it?
I just got this picture in my head of Katie in that house near the end of Malleus Maleficarum, and she's exhausted, and she wrenched her shoulder in the fight scene earlier, and it's been a long day at the end of a long fucking week. She's been messing her lines up all day and she knows everyone is tired and just putting up with her. The crew are doing their best, working with her, and Jared and Jensen are being cool about it, but she caught them slanting glances at each other when she messed up for the hundredth time, and she kind of hates herself a little bit because it's all her fault that everyone's still here when they all should have been going home well over an hour ago. She's close to tears when the director calls a twenty minute break and she runs off, doesn't want anyone to be nice to her right now, she just needs to calm down and get her head together, because she's a professional, she's not the new girl anymore, and she can do this.
Jensen finds her hiding in the shadows between a couple of trailers and silently offers her a sneaky cigarette. They huddle there together, smoking and shivering a little against the cold, their shoulders bumping. He doesn't say anything, no platitudes or annoying little pearls of wisdom, just tosses his cigarette away and touches his knuckle under her chin until she lifts her face. She doesn't know what it is that he sees when looks at her, his gaze darting back and forth between her eyes, but apparently it's good, because he kisses her, soft and steady, his hands freezing cold on her jaw, his lips softer than she'd imagined, his tongue hot when it brushes hers. He breaks away with a shy little grin and gives her one last kiss, then takes her hand and leads her back towards the lights and the sound of voices. When they go again she nails the scene first time.
OR. They have a Sam/Ruby scene in the show and Jared shows up at her trailer to practice the scene. There's this angry build up to the kiss that they go through a couple of times, and it's good, they're bouncing off each other, really nailing the scene, but then Jared forgets his line because he's staring at her mouth and they lean in too early, half a scene too early, and they end up kissing, really kissing. She's up on her tiptoes to get closer to him until he just picks her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he's holding her up with one hand like she doesn't weigh a thing. He's got her pressed up against the wall, her hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, and she feels really tiny against him, and hidden, like he's blocking out the rest of the world with those shoulders. He's sliding his hand up the skirt Ruby's wearing in their next scene, and he's just running his thumb back and forth over the crease of her hip, thoughtful, like he hasn't quite made up his mind where to go from there.
Y'know. Whichever. I'm just saying. Somebody's written this, right?
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This cold is seriously effecting my ability to get proper sleep. All evening I'm sleeeeeepy, until I actually turn the light off and close my eyes. Then I'm awake for hours, sometimes wide awake, sometimes that weird, drifting, am I awake right now? Am I asleep? Oh, I'm awake, but you had me going there for a while.
But the dreams I'm having when I do fall asleep? Man. Last night I dreamt that I wrote a Chandler Bing/Hulk Hogan fic, except as I wrote it, I was watching their lives. It was post-Friends and Chandler and Monica had split up. He was devastated, determined never to open his heart again, and had left his whole world behind him, moving to a new city, a new life, and he was working in a pet store. Lots of kittens. Scampering ones \o/ He was walking home from work one day when he met Hulk Hogan in the park. They got chatting on a park bench and Chandler realised he was having a nice time for the first time in a long time, and he was able to say that he had an ex-wife without blustering his way through it with awkward jokes.
The Hulk was a shadow of his former self. His wrestling career over, his television/film career an industry joke, his reality show at the end of its run, having broken his family apart, but he couldn't help but see something interesting in this strange young man from New York.
( Friendship and mutual trust slowly grew )
HOW DOES MY BRAIN COME UP WITH THIS SHIT? REALLY. I'D LIKE TO KNOW.
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