Citizenship & Raspberry Jam

Fic Title: Never Tell

Artist: nazarivega
Author: essene
Fandom/Genre: RPS, Romance
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen (side pairings: Chad/Sophia, Tom/Mike, past Tom/Danneel)
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 12,000+ (OMG)
Warnings: sexual situation, werewolves, homophobia
Summary: Jensen Ackles moves to a new town that is not all that it seems.

Also on: AO3 (coming soon!)

I apologize profusely for the formatting, I forgot what a bitch LJ can be. I'll be back to fix it as soon as I can.

Author's Notes: I hadn't intended to participate in the spn_reversebang this year, so I didn't initally claim anything, but soon regretted it.  I became an avid watcher of the pinch-hit comm and was so excited when this prompt came up.  I want to thank nazarivega for making her lovely art piece that inspired this fic.  I wish that my muse had gotten on board sooner in the process; while I got the prompt in December my muse didn't decide to play nice until last week and then it decided that this prompt deserved an EPIC.  I dearly wish I could have given it that.  I can say that I have so many timestamps in my head right now, it's not even funny.  If only I had another week!

Anyway, although nazarivega was pretty clear about what she wanted to see in the fic: "Underage, First Time, Homophobia, violence; Jensen moves to a new town full of werewolves, although he doesn't know that yet, and he starts at a new school where he mets Jared." I only delivered on maybe one of those things in all my spewing of words.  I'm so sorry.  You deserve MOAR.  I hope that you at least find a tiny bit of satisfaction in the story that's to follow.

Massive thanks to the ever-patient, ever-willing, ever-wife dancetomato for listening to me whine, reassuring me that I could do this and beta-ing at the last hour.

Fic title stole from Violent Femmes.




NEVER TELL





Jared watched as the slightly bowlegged figure walked the length of the pool deck. He scanned the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and wondered idly what was hidden by the baggy black swim trunks. Dark, blue-tinged hair that was haphazardly spiked, in stark contrast to the fair skin covered with a smattering of freckles. As the guy walked closer, headed for the diving board, Jared could see eyes shadowed with smudged eyeliner--again, clearly slept in. Most suprising was the glint of metal coming from the guy's nipples: piercings. Not something you saw on a regular basis in small-town Virginia. He was intrigued.

"Who's the new guy?" Jared nodded toward the diving board as the guy climbed the ladder rungs.

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Part 2

Title: How Firm a Foundation
Summary: AU. Jared has a night out. Jensen turns up where he’s least expected.
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not beta’d, all mistakes are my fault. Is edited a bit from the original version.
Word Count: 3,000+
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen are not mine. More’s the pity. (and a personal "I'm sorry" to dancetomato for the title)
Notes: For the story’s sake look afterwards, but it was originally written for the latest round of blindfold_spn  off this prompt.



Jared finally settles on a pair of jeans that ride just along his hipbones, letting the edge of his boxer-briefs peek out above the denim. He pulls on a black t-shirt--it seems all he really has in his wardrobe is varying shades of black and white these days--tighter than he would usually wear, but that’s the whole point, isn’t it? Sliding bare feet into one of his two pairs of “non-work” shoes (the other a pair of well-worn running shoes), he moves into the bathroom. He runs an electric razor quickly over his stubble to even it out, and then warms a swipe of pomade from the pot on the counter before running his hands through his hair quickly. He arches his brow scrutinizing the result-- it’s not going to last all night, but at least it’ll keep it out of his face for a while. He takes one last look at himself in the mirror before flicking off the lights and grabbing his keys from the nightstand.

( 1:15 am and it’s hot and loud in the club. )

for spn_30snapshots
Claim: Sam/Dean
Genre: Supernatural fic
option: Fanfic/fanart
Prompt: Theme 02: Less Talk, More Action

01.	inhale	06.	slide	11.	lie	16.	maunder	21.	vaticinate	26.	truckle
02.	tell	07.	indurate	12.	exhale	17.	show	22.	capitulate	27.	slake
03.	lurk	08.	jostle	13.	crave	18.	seek	23.	scramble	28.	pass
04.	scrub	09.	claim	14.	urge	19.	bind	24.	release	29.	command
05.	regret	10.	scrawl	15.	trust	20.	respite	25.	converge	30.	linger

Title:  Rocky River, Ohio

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Word count: 1,458
Rating: NC-17

Warnings: incest, graphic m/m sex (between brothers, in case you missed the incest thing)

Disclaimer: Not mine.  Not mine. Not mine.  Though I do like to play with them.

Written for bloodnfire ’s prompt: under the stars @ salt_burn_porn

 

 

 

 "I feel like a giant Christmas elf," Dean grumbles as the bells hanging from his belt loops jangle with his gait.

 

"Better that than have one of them sink their teeth into you," Sam says, "if it helps, I'll give you a letter to deliver to Santa later."

 

"Shut up."

 

Sam grins and continues scanning the ground around them as they move forward into the wood.

 

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Title: Bunyips and Barbeque
Author: essene 
Characters: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,300+
Summary: There’s a bunyip in Savannah, but something that happened in Cincinnati might keep them from a successful hunt.
Warnings: incest
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are NOT MINE. More’s the pity.

Taut and rigid as piano wire, the tension stretched between them.  They’d traded off shifts in the drive, but no matter their position, the silence remained.  It had been like this since Cincinnati and Sam wasn’t sure where, or when, or what would be the end of it.  Turning into the truck stop, he shut the engine off and they entered the diner.

( Tiny and waif-like their waitress looked like a strong wind would do her in )

for spn_30snapshots
Pairing:  Sam/Dean (though this one is not slashy)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Prompt:  05. regret


Sam paused outside the door and thought for a second.  Maybe he should just let Dean be Dean.  Just this once.  Let him deal with the shit-storm that was sure to ensue from his haphazard train of thought.  Just this once.

( But that's not how this--they--worked. )

for spn_30snapshotsPairing: Sam/Dean
Table: Less Talk, More Action
Prompt: 13. crave


Winchesters make their own rules.

Normal doesn't apply to Winchesters.

There's no rule the Winchesters won't bend.

Dean's heard these aphorisms applied to his family more than once and in more than one variation.  ( But he's pretty damn sure... )

for spn_30snapshots
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Table: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Prompt: 30.


There's something self-destructive in Jared that he would agree to this.  He walks through the streets of the French Quarter, weaving up one block and down another aimlessly, listening to the plaintive wailing of a saxophone here, the lauding of a trumpet there, the frenzy of a banjo off in the distance. While his body walks, his mind wanders, trying to retrace how he got here, got to this place.

( A plane, you dolt. )