Comment Fic

[raeschae]

So, I woke up at 5:30 this morning with an upset stomach and starting watching The World Series of Poker on ESPN, as you do, until it was time to get ready for work. It was there that I heard this quote (I have no idea who to credit for this as I know nothing about the pro Poker circuit. I know he was wearing a hat. And sunglasses.): "Lady Luck hangs out with the guys who practice hard." So, uh, let that inspire you? I don't know, I just liked it. I was also sick, so take it for what it's worth, I guess.

A giant THANK YOU to kiwiana for the Katie/Genevieve fic she wrote me in the spn_fs_exchange, Those Nights Belong to Us. If femslash is your thing, check it out!

So, I decided to pinch hit for the spn_fs_exchange and am currently putting the finishing touches on that fic, then I'm clear until j2_afterclass in January. Well, I have a hs_bingo card to play with but it's not due until May so I'm, ya know, procrastinating.

I ♥ you guys, but I suck at holiday cards and gifts. What I can do is comment fic. Here are the stipulations:

1.) Fic will be roughly 1000 words.
2.) No pairing is off-limits.
3.) You can request more than one prompt but I can only promise one fill per person, so make sure the fic you most want to see is prompted first.
4.) Prompts can be holiday-themed but they don't have to be, unless they come from the Disclaimer 'verse.

ETA: All prompts have been filled!



J2
J2: Emo boys being lonely and emo for batman_mcghee
J2: Both acting like Grinches for expectative
J2: Non-Au, de-Aged Jensen for dev_earl
J2: Poker players who meet before The World Series for blackpanther07
J2: Jared is a mall elf, Jensen is a pretzel twister for dephigravity
J2: Jensen plays the guitar while Jared signs along with him for naranga
J2: Schmoopy first Christmas together for lesson_in_love
J2: Trapped in the car during a snow storm for tinkabell007
J2: Reunion after three months apart for wendy

Femslash
girl!Jared/Katie: fake relationship turns real for earthquakedream
girl!Jensen/Adrianne: making Christmas plans for kiwiana

The Coffee Verse
Coffee Verse: Jared convinces Jensen to stay in bed all day for noxelementalist

Creative Control
Creative Control: Jensen freaks out over Christmas with Jared's family for live_laugh_love
Creative Control: Presents under the tree for mr_mrs_faxsea

Disclaimer
Disclaimer: Brayden, Adrianne, and Jensen picking a gift for Jared for kubis
Disclaimer: Jensen mistakes Jared for Santa for nickgregfan
Disclaimer: Chris/Danneel/Steve cooking together for kskitten
Disclaimer: The guys get snowed in for quiet000001
Disclaimer: Brayden is protective when Jordan gets hit on for Ashleigh
Disclaimer: The guys buy their first tree together for plasticine_star
Disclaimer: Jensen helps Tom surprise Mike for Hanukkah for without_me
Disclaimer: Chad, Sophia, and Emily (minor appearances by Jared and Brayden) for taintedlove

Comments

[live-laugh-love.livejournal.com]

ooh. Creative Control J2 where Jensen is trying to not freak about the holidays.

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

i am feeling super emo today. can i have something with jared or jensen feeling lonely even though the other is just on the other side of the room? j2, of course. if it's disclaimer, it would be awesome. but i dont know how this prompt would do in that verse.

[kubis.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you weren't feeling well. I hope you're better now!

J2, Disclaimer!verse - Christmas; it's difficult to pick a present for Jared, but it's always worth it, because he's just so happy about whatever he gets.

[kubis.livejournal.com]

And the second one:

J2, Christmas in the house of Disclaimer!boys, please. :) It may be the first Christmas with Brayden living with them, when they're trying to make it Christmas-y for him or the first Christmas after Brayden moves in with his girlfriend and the boys are alone in the house.

[nickgregfan.livejournal.com]

disclaimer - cracky goodness please

Jensen is an idiot, smacks his head skating, jared stands over him with a santa hat on and jensen thinks he's seeing santa. And then gets made fum of for it.

ok it sounded better in my head. or you can just scratch this and give me something to make me laugh.

[expectative.livejournal.com]

I hope you' re better now!

So... Jared/Jensen, anti-schmoop Xmas fic? They're both acting like The Grinch?

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

You know, that's exactly what I would want fro Christmas!

You know I love Steve/Chris/Danneel from Disclaimer!Verse, so if you feel like writing something with them, I'd be delighted!
Maybe some schmoop/cuddle stuff or maybe them preparing something together for Christmas, and they are all in the kitchen and they end up bringing drinks but had lots of fun while not actually baking/cooking anything edible!

[kskitten.livejournal.com]

Aaaand if you feel more like J2 - baking together! Yummy Christmas cookies! Disclaimer or no.

Hope you feel well again!

[dev-earl.livejournal.com]

PROMPT! \o/

Jared/Jensen - non-AU age regression fic. Jensen is snarky and adorably douche-y even as a kid OR Jared is surprisingly quiet, but a devilishly cunning boy. ♥

Jared/Jensen/Sandy (or Danneel, if you prefer) - roadtrip after high school. *g*

[blackpanther07.livejournal.com]

Hope you are feeling better now.
I really like Poker fic. J2 hook up a few days/ week before the World Series and don't realize that they are both in the World Series, they meet again at the World Series.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

Disclaimer j2 - snow. Maybe they go somewhere for snowboarding or something and there's a blizzard and they're snowed in? I dunno, I just want them and that cuddly warmth of being all tucked into a comfy bed with a pile of blankets while there's a storm outside. (And, you know, it's THEM, so I imagine sex would probably have to happen somewhere in there, unless it was, like, too cold to get naked. ;) )

[transfixeddream.livejournal.com]

I will not request anything because, well. HOWEVER, know that you're amazing for doing this. <3

[dephigravity.livejournal.com]

Aw there is nothing worse than waking up early before work when you don't have to, especially with a rumbly tummy. *hands you pepto*

Jared works in a Santa's village as an elf a la Will Ferrel and love/ hates Jensen, the new pretzel making boy across the way. Stupid boys being stupid and snarky.

[noxelementalist.livejournal.com]

awww *hugs* I hope the tummy pain goes away: make sure to get lots of rest and drink warm things, like coco ^^!

Um, a fic request? to be honest *glancing at the many Disclaimer requests* I...kinda want a coffee verse one? Maybe Jared convincing Jensen not to go outside? You know, something adorably snuggly and puppy pile-like, that'll warm you up as you write it. In exchange, I offer beta-services to any fic you like, and 1 (probably pathetic) attempt at a fic in return.

Hope work went well!

[naranga.livejournal.com]

I'm a Linguistic major (as well as a Latin one), and in my Languages of the World class someone just recently presented on American Sign Language, which I find pretty interesting. So, inspired by that, can I have a snippet of deaf!Jared in an established relationship with Jensen? It could be just be a daily life bit, or ohhh, maybe music-ish!Jensen performing a Christmas song with guitar, and as a special Christmas treat, Jared comes up on stage to sign along?

Sorry if that's too complicated or out of your comfort zone, but I was inspired more than I usually am at these comment fic memes, haha. Thanks so much for doing this again!

CC - Jensen freaks out over Christmas with Jared's family 1/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Most of the time, Jared's pretty composed. He holds his life in a tight grip and does a pretty good job of keeping everything in a sharp, working order. On occasion, however, he can feel it slipping and it freaks him out more than a little.

He's been working on a mini-series for HBO – eighteen hour days, spent mostly in conference rooms, plotting camera angles in pre-production – so Christmas kind of snuck up on him this year. It's a mid-December phone call from his mother, inquiring about his flight information that reminds him of the holiday. It also reminds him that he hasn't booked a flight and that he needs to hire a personal assistant as soon as possible.

Christmas lights on the drive to and from work should have probably tipped him off but Jared is pretty focused most of the time and he honestly hasn't taken the time to notice them. Jensen isn't exactly the kind of guy who's going to make a big deal out of the holidays, either, though that's another situation all together.

Ready to drop into his bed and enjoy four hours of sleep, Jared steps through the front door at two o'clock in the morning, surprised to find a light on in the kitchen. Jensen's usually careful about turning them off when he leaves a room, especially before he heads to bed.

When he rounds the corner, he finds Jensen is standing at the stove, stirring something in a saucepan, dressed only in a pair of low-slung sweatpants. He's humming, smiling, and Jared can't help but stop in the doorway to watch, unwilling to interrupt.

“You want some hot chocolate? It’s riddled with caffeine and sugar but I figure you sleep through just about anything these days, so,” Jensen lets the sentence trail while he grabs a couple of mugs from the cabinet over his head.

Jared doesn’t answer, just crosses to Jensen’s place at the stove and rests his hands against the bare skin above his waistband. “What are you doing for Christmas?” he asks against Jensen’s neck, brushing his nose against the line of Jensen’s jaw.

Though he leans back into Jared’s touch, Jensen’s shoulders are tense. “Same thing I do every year, I guess. Why?” He’s hedging his answer, nowhere near as smooth as he thinks he is, which always makes Jared a little nervous.

Taking the mug that Jensen offers, Jared turns them, backs Jensen up to the counter and holds him steady with one hand while he takes a drink. “What do you do every year?” He tries to keep his expression playful over the top of the cup but references to Jensen’s life before usually make him unhappy, to say the least.

Suddenly fixated on the collar of Jared’s gray button down, Jensen shrugs. It’s probably supposed to look dismissive but it seems heavier, guilty. “I’ll probably just go out on Christmas Eve and watch A Christmas Story all day on Christmas. It’s not a big deal to me,” he explains, though his words are shaky and transparent.

Catching Jensen’s chin, Jared tugs his face until their eyes meet. “What about your parents?”

“They usually go to my aunt’s house in Iowa.” With a sly grin that does little to hide the weight in his words, he adds, “She’s not my biggest fan.”

Re: CC - Jensen freaks out over Christmas with Jared's family 2/2

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

They could argue about it – Jared could tell him that he’s not getting drunk and spending Christmas on his couch with a hangover this year – but he goes another route instead, his hand slipping from Jensen’s waist to wrap around the back of his neck. “Come to Texas with me.”

“Dude, I just told you. My family goes to Iowa,” Jensen repeats, awkwardly bending his head to drink from his hot chocolate before Jared squeezes and then rubs his thumb along Jensen’s hairline. He freezes when the meaning of Jared’s words sink in. “Oh. Hell no.”

He probably shouldn’t smile but Jensen is so goddamn hot when he’s defiant. Trapping him against the counter, arms bracketed on either side, Jared bends to press their foreheads together. “Come on,” he says again, requesting rather than pleading. “It’s three days.” Jensen shudders against him when Jared’s breath ghosts over his hear. “Want you with me.”

Hand flat against Jared’s chest, Jensen pushes him back and raises a skeptical eyebrow. “You already bought my ticket, didn’t you?” Jared smirks and returns his attention to Jensen’s neck and collarbone, teeth worrying the skin, tongue laving over the marks until Jensen’s protests turn to moans. “You’re a manipulative bastard, you know that?”

Grabbing Jensen’s hands and placing them carefully, purposefully, against the counter, Jared backs away just enough to unbutton his shirt without breaking their kisses. “You done with that hot chocolate?” Jensen swallows hard, eyes on Jared’s mouth when he nods and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “If you go in there and lose the pants, I’ll thank you for being so cooperative on this one.”

Jensen rolls his eyes, biting back his smile. He’s pushing his pants over his hips as he goes and Jared can hear him singing ‘Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer’ on his way to the bedroom.

After sticking the coffee mugs in the dishwasher and turning out the lights, Jared makes a mental note to buy his mom a nicer gift than usual for insisting that he bring Jensen home this year.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

I would love some girl!Jared/Katie, perhaps? Prompt is... fake relationship turns real, because I love that trope ;D

[lesson-in-love.livejournal.com]

J2. First Christmas schmoop that makes me want to throw up kittens because it's so adorable. ♥

Emo Boys Being Emo 1/1

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

This is stupid, Jensen thinks, as he looks up from his laptop to find Jared pointedly watching the game. He said ‘hi’ when Jensen got home from work. Jensen said ‘hi’ back to him. They’re not fighting; nothing is wrong.

It still feels like nothing is right.

It’s strange because, in the beginning, nothing ever felt more right and now, for whatever reason, talking to Jared is a chore. Jensen would feel guilty, but Jared’s not exactly making the effort, either. They just kind of exist in the same space, go through the motions of the routine they’ve established and avoid talking about the awkward tension sitting in the middle of the room, poised to choke them both. It’s as though they both think it doesn’t exist if they don’t pay it any attention.

Some days, Jensen desperately wants to slam his laptop lid and launch the whole thing across the room just to see if Jared will notice. It’s not the silence that bothers him – they used to sit shoulder-to-shoulder and watch a game or read without a word all the time – but the stifling loneliness of sitting within arms’ reach of someone he can’t touch anymore.

Physically, they touch plenty but it’s hollow now. The connection has been severed and Jensen isn’t sure it can be restored.

Today, at work, Danneel asked him why he even bothers anymore if it’s so obvious that they’re not working. He shrugged, like he does when his mother asks him the same question, never says the words but the answer is pretty clear in his own mind: Thinking about leaving is the only thing that makes him feel worse than this.

Jensen has never been, will never be, the kind of guy who wants to sit down, hold his boyfriend’s hand, and talk for hours about their feelings. Jared is handsy as hell but he doesn’t exactly snuggle or cuddle, either. Jensen hates that they’ve drifted so far that he’s aching for Jared’s hand on his back and a simple look in the eye.

Maybe it’s pride that holds his tongue now, maybe it’s an overwhelming sense of defeat. There are a million things to say, yet Jensen stands without a word, sliding his computer onto the end table before he carries his beer bottle into the kitchen.

Standing by the sink, staring out at the back yard, Jensen’s head feels heavy on his shoulders. It’s only nine thirty but he could sleep. He should just head up the stairs and slip into bed, be asleep before Jared even joins him so they can avoid the inevitable hesitation that always seems to proceed any kind of sex these days.

With a final sigh of resignation, he scrubs his hand over his face and opens his eyes to find Jared dropping his bottle into the recycle bin. Jensen tracks his movement through the kitchen. He doesn’t reach for the dog leash on the hook or his iPod on the dock next to the door.

Instead, he casts a glance over his shoulder and extends his left hand, the platinum band on his ring finger catching the light. “Walk with me?”

With the smallest smile of hope, he slips his hand into Jared’s and nods. “Of course. Any time.”

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I haven't even STARTED my after class. SEE? THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO LIVE TOGETHER, SO YOU CAN REMIND ME TO DO MY SHIT.

I really, really, really want Jared!/Girl!Jensen. Apparently girl!Jen is my biggest kink ever. I don't even care what, smut, flirting, anything, I just want non AU (except for the dude has boobs) with Jared and girl!Jensen being awesome.

Re: Emo Boys Being Emo 1/1

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

THIS. I needed this so much, you have no idea. I cannot even put it into words, but this took the dark, angsty corners of my soul and scooped them up and fed them ice cream and held them while they cried.

I... I am a little bit enthusiastic about you. In case you didn't notice.

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

Anything with girl!Jensen or girl!Adrianne :D :D :D

[tinkabell007.livejournal.com]

Awwww... fic presents!!! <33 You are absolutely awesome for offering this.

I would like to see Jared and Jensen getting stuck with their car in a huge snow storm. Bonus points if they have to wait it out for a few hours, being all trapped, until help can reach them. And super-bonus-points if they have a childish fight about who's fault it is *g*

Disclaimer; Brayden, Adrianne, and Jensen picking a gift for Jared 1/3

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

This one got a little long. Hope that's okay!
*
“What the hell is all this?” Jensen asks, brow knitted in confusion as he looks around Brayden's living room.

Adrianne is sitting in a chair, blond curls piled high on her head while she chews on the end of a pencil. Shaking her head when she meets Jensen's eye, she returns to studying her Sudoku book with a soft smile. “Don't ask me,” she mutters, giving a soft nod toward the door, where Brayden is entering with his hands full of cardboard boxes.

Brayden huffs, dumping the final load onto the floor amidst what appears to be fifty other boxes. “I need your help,” he says, dropping to his knees with a melodramatic huff.

Taking a second to peruse Brayden's haul, Jensen kicks at a nearby box with his toe. “Who the fuck do you know that could possibly need a motorized tie rack?” he asks with an arched eyebrow.

“Man, you gotta tell me what to give Jay. Figure I'll just randomly slap names on the rest of it.”

Jensen looks around, confused. It would appear, at first glance, that the Sharper Image catalog threw up all over Brayden and Adrianne's living room floor. “The fuck is that?” He kicks at another box.

“It's a,” Brayden pauses and grabs the box, reading from it in response, “twelve in one survival tool,” he explains, flipping the box. “Includes a panic alarm, LED flashlight, digital FM radio, motion activated security alarm, red emergency flasher, cell phone charger, AC charging adapter input, compass, self-charging hand crank, signal mirror, thermometer, and lanyard.” He looks up at Jensen and asks, “The hell's a lanyard?”

“I don't know, give it to Tom,” Jensen instructs, sinking to the floor to grab another box.

“It's the string that's attached to the bottom,” Adrianne explains when Brayden lifts the tool into his hands and turns it over for further examination.

“What the hell?” Brayden asks, pulling on the small loop affixed to the bottom of the thing. “That doesn't count as one of the twelve things, does it? That's fucking lame as shit.”

“As opposed to how fucking cool the rest of it is?” Jensen asks, laughing while he checks out the golf swing video recorder. “Dude, this is the douchiest gift I've ever seen.”

Holding a relatively small box over his head, Brayden says, “Check this out.”

Jensen reads the label on the box. “Perfect Portions digital food scale.” He wants to bang his forehead against it before he finishes reading.

Luckily, Adrianne beats him to the punch. “If you give that to anyone we know, I will break up with you.”

“What?” Brayden snatches it back and clutches it defensively to his chest. “It's cool.” His attention span hasn't really gotten any longer over the years, so it's not a surprise when he dumps the scale and jumps to his feet. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he exclaims, running out of the room.