Five Things
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kiwiana posted this:
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
kiwiana posted this: Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
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Puppy
Date: 2010-03-07 08:38 pm (UTC)---
“The fuck is that?”
Jared looks up at Jensen with a start, like he didn't hear him walk into the room. “What?”
Nodding to Jared's side at the bed, he gestured wildly with one hand and says, “That.”
Jared's hand moves lightly over the little white ball of fur curled against his thigh, a stark contradiction to the bleeding skull tattooed on the arm he has looped protectively around it. “Oh,” he nods, eyes drifting down to see what Jensen is seeing. “It's a puppy.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jensen fires back. “What's it doing in our bed?”
Jared doesn't bother moving the magazine from his leg, but he does meet Jensen's eye with an oblivious look. “I'm dog-sitting.”
Jensen loves Jared – fucking loves him – but there are times when he wonders just what the fuck goes on in that sexy head of his. “For who?”
Sophia and Chad have a Golden Retriever, and Genevieve has two Pit Bulls. As far as Jensen knows, none of Jared's friends own a ball of white fur that barley looks like more than a breathing stuffed animal.
“Bray,” Jared answers and then rolls his eyes when Jensen opens his mouth to yell. “Oh, calm down. It's not his,” he dismisses. Finally putting the magazine aside, Jared lifts the little thing from the mattress, and it's almost funny how it nearly disappears between his gigantic hands.
Sinking to his own side of the bed, Jensen runs a hand over his blue hair and shakes his head. “Why do I get the feeling this has something to do with a girl?”
“Because everything he does has something to do with a girl?” Jared shakes his head and smiles as the puppy licks a happy stripe against his cheek. “At least this one comes with cute accessories.”
“Cute?” It's not weird enough that Jensen came home from work to find Jared cuddling up with a froofy puppy. But now he's calling it cute? It's fucking Bizzar-o World and Jensen wants out. As soon as possible, preferably.
“What? She's cute,” is Jared's only defense as he turns the thing around to tilt its head in wonder at Jensen. “Come on. You know you wanna give her a kiss.”
Jensen pulls a face and shakes his head. “No thanks,” he declines the offer. “The only bitch I kiss is you.”
“Funny,” Jared intones and returns his attention to the squirming lump in his hands.
“So, what? This girl's so amazing that he's willing to dog-sit just to get in her pants?” Brayden's taken some drastic measures to get laid before but, in Jensen's opinion, this one takes the cake.
Jared rolls his eyes. “Like you have room to talk.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Dude, you got a tattoo you didn't even want just to get in my pants,” Jared points out.
He's not entirely wrong. But Jensen doesn't hate the Texas tattoo Jared etched on his forearm during their first meeting. And it worked, so who the hell is he to complain?
Puppy (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-07 08:47 pm (UTC)Jared shakes his head and pets the dog once before letting his hand fall to Jensen's thigh. “Jordan's,” he names Brayden's best friend. “Said they were workin' on some project.”
“So, we're the ones doing all the work, and he's the one reaping the benefit?” If that doesn't just sum up parenting, Jensen doesn't know what does. Jared shrugs, and Jensen asks, “This thing have a name?” Jared nods. “You gonna tell me what it is?”
“According to Bray, her full name is Sugar Puff Princess, but she responds to just 'Sugar.'”
“You're kidding me.”
“The fuck would I make that shit up?”
“Can we ground him for even trying to get with the girl who picked that name?”
Jared's tone is non-committal when he says, “You can try.”
Sugar ambles further up Jensen's legs and rests her front paws against his chest, tongue lapping at nothing. “Sorry, chick. I don't kiss girls.” But he grabs her with both hands around her middle anyway and lifts her into the air. Truth be told, she's not the ugliest dog he's ever seen. And by that, he means she's pretty fuckin' adorable. “And I'm sorry your name is Sugar Puff Princess. Nobody deserves that.”
Jared rolls off the bed and stretches his arms above his head, tattoos at his hips peeking out from beneath the hem of his tank top. Jensen really wants to roll after him and sink his teeth into that ink, but Sugar is wiggling against his chest and he's pretty sure that he's just been cock-blocked by a white poof of fur.
“I gotta get back to the shop. Her food and water are by the island, and you'll probably wanna let her out to pee soon.”
“Wait a second,” Jensen exclaims, placing Sugar on the bed and standing to catch Jared's wrist as he walks by. “I didn't agree to this shit. You're not leaving her here with me!”
“What am I supposed to do, Jen? Take her the shop with me?” He casts a disapproving look at the dog and then back at his boyfriend. “Even I'm not that gay, man.”
After a quick kiss, he winks, and all Jensen can say is, “I fuckin' hate you.”
Re: Puppy (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-07 11:20 pm (UTC)*cough* They should get a puppy. A beagle! :D
Re: Puppy (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-08 03:55 am (UTC)