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So yesterday I put out an icon/drabble call. Here's the drabbles that resulted...
itsabigrock asked for:
Sometimes he regrets leaving. Sometimes he regrets not leaving sooner. Mostly he regrets ever finding out about the Senior Partners, or going to work for Wolfram & Hart. But it's too late for that now. It's been too late from the second he walked into the White Room.
He'd learned something about himself while he was gone. His time in Nagi Gompa had given him plenty of opportunity for introspection, while working with his Tulku to repair his samaya had provided him with even more insight into himself.
It was because of all this inward focus guided by his Tulku that he realized that his samaya would never be whole again. And he realized who's fault that was.
2 days later he was on a plane back to the states.
gblvr asked for: Jared/Jensen, first kiss
It happens on a Saturday morning. Early on a Saturday morning--what most people would consider to still be Friday night. It had been a long ass week of shooting and Danneel had flown in and somehow managed to wrangle some of the girls from set to join them in blowing off some steam.
Between Danneel and Jared, he hadn't stood a chance. All Dani had to do was whisper how hot it would be in his ear, and all Jared had to do was agree. The man was a 14 year old boy trapped in Bigfoot's body.
So it only makes sense--the kind that isn't--that Jensen finds himself half-way to stoned and most of the way to drunk, sitting cross-legged in a circle on the living room floor with Jared, Danneel, Katie, Jeannie and Rachel with a bottle spinning haphazardly on its side between them.
He'd thought his odds were good; four to one chance of getting a hot girl. But probability was not on his side as the bottle slowed and stopped--pointing directly at his huge lug of a roommate. Jensen rolled his eys as the girls burst into delighted giggles and clapped their hands while Jared grinned from ear to ear and waggled his eyebrows.
Deciding it was best to just get it over with, Jensen leaned forward on his knees across the span of the ring of people and bumped his lips with Jared's. He didn't expect Padalecki's ginormous paws to come up and gently cup either side of his head to hold him still, or for Jared's lips to be quite so soft and insistent. Neither did he expect the rush of tingles down his spine or the thickness forming in his throat.
Dimly, Jensen heard the girls hooting in approval, but his attention had focused on the sensation of Jared's mouth on his, Jared's thumbs brushing lightly over his cheekbones, the pads of Jared's fingers pressing gently into his skull.
He rocked back and sat down hard when Jared released him, his brain foggy with more than just liquor and smoke.
luvxander asked for: Sam and Xander, having a discussion about the various monsters they fight and who has the better hero, Xander with Buffy or Sam with Dean
They're sitting in opposite beds, near mirrors of one another.
Both are wearing threadbare jeans, t-shirts and are barefoot. Knees bent, a graphic novel resting on the tilt of their legs, backs supported by headboards.
Occasionally, one or the other of them will casually toss out a name, "Selkie," or "Angorak," or "fairies."
And the other will either say, "Nope. Not yet," or "Yep," in response. Eyes never lifting from the story drawn across the pages in front of them.
At least until Xander says, "Succubus."
The response is long in coming, and Xander turns his head to look at Sam. Sam is staring off into space, eyes wide and pained.
"I take it that's a 'yes', then?" Xander prods.
Sam turns to look at him, eyes hard now, mouth grim. "Yeah. Both of us."
Gooseflesh crawled up Xander's neck as he waited, wondering if there was anything more.
"Nastiest bitch we fought yet. Nearly tore us apart."
Xander suspected that the implication here was more than just a reference to fangs or claws.
Sam jerked his head at Xander, "You?"
"Closest we ever got was a house that kept Buffy and Riley having sex for hours on end."
Sam sighed and said, "Consider yourself lucky."
"Well, they were anyway. Hungry?"
"Always," and a grin changed Sam's whole face, sending something warm spiralling through Xander's gut as he reached for the phone.
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Sometimes he regrets leaving. Sometimes he regrets not leaving sooner. Mostly he regrets ever finding out about the Senior Partners, or going to work for Wolfram & Hart. But it's too late for that now. It's been too late from the second he walked into the White Room.
He'd learned something about himself while he was gone. His time in Nagi Gompa had given him plenty of opportunity for introspection, while working with his Tulku to repair his samaya had provided him with even more insight into himself.
It was because of all this inward focus guided by his Tulku that he realized that his samaya would never be whole again. And he realized who's fault that was.
2 days later he was on a plane back to the states.
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It happens on a Saturday morning. Early on a Saturday morning--what most people would consider to still be Friday night. It had been a long ass week of shooting and Danneel had flown in and somehow managed to wrangle some of the girls from set to join them in blowing off some steam.
Between Danneel and Jared, he hadn't stood a chance. All Dani had to do was whisper how hot it would be in his ear, and all Jared had to do was agree. The man was a 14 year old boy trapped in Bigfoot's body.
So it only makes sense--the kind that isn't--that Jensen finds himself half-way to stoned and most of the way to drunk, sitting cross-legged in a circle on the living room floor with Jared, Danneel, Katie, Jeannie and Rachel with a bottle spinning haphazardly on its side between them.
He'd thought his odds were good; four to one chance of getting a hot girl. But probability was not on his side as the bottle slowed and stopped--pointing directly at his huge lug of a roommate. Jensen rolled his eys as the girls burst into delighted giggles and clapped their hands while Jared grinned from ear to ear and waggled his eyebrows.
Deciding it was best to just get it over with, Jensen leaned forward on his knees across the span of the ring of people and bumped his lips with Jared's. He didn't expect Padalecki's ginormous paws to come up and gently cup either side of his head to hold him still, or for Jared's lips to be quite so soft and insistent. Neither did he expect the rush of tingles down his spine or the thickness forming in his throat.
Dimly, Jensen heard the girls hooting in approval, but his attention had focused on the sensation of Jared's mouth on his, Jared's thumbs brushing lightly over his cheekbones, the pads of Jared's fingers pressing gently into his skull.
He rocked back and sat down hard when Jared released him, his brain foggy with more than just liquor and smoke.
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They're sitting in opposite beds, near mirrors of one another.
Both are wearing threadbare jeans, t-shirts and are barefoot. Knees bent, a graphic novel resting on the tilt of their legs, backs supported by headboards.
Occasionally, one or the other of them will casually toss out a name, "Selkie," or "Angorak," or "fairies."
And the other will either say, "Nope. Not yet," or "Yep," in response. Eyes never lifting from the story drawn across the pages in front of them.
At least until Xander says, "Succubus."
The response is long in coming, and Xander turns his head to look at Sam. Sam is staring off into space, eyes wide and pained.
"I take it that's a 'yes', then?" Xander prods.
Sam turns to look at him, eyes hard now, mouth grim. "Yeah. Both of us."
Gooseflesh crawled up Xander's neck as he waited, wondering if there was anything more.
"Nastiest bitch we fought yet. Nearly tore us apart."
Xander suspected that the implication here was more than just a reference to fangs or claws.
Sam jerked his head at Xander, "You?"
"Closest we ever got was a house that kept Buffy and Riley having sex for hours on end."
Sam sighed and said, "Consider yourself lucky."
"Well, they were anyway. Hungry?"
"Always," and a grin changed Sam's whole face, sending something warm spiralling through Xander's gut as he reached for the phone.