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[sticky post] Moving on, moving on

So I'm not really around LJ anymore, but! You can find me here:

AO3 - Not exactly a hotbed of activity, but, you know, occasionally. I've moved a couple of stories there, but will probably be too lazy to do so with the rest.

Tumblr - Irregular reposting of all kinds of stuff I find interesting.

There's an empty space between the tips of your fingers; it whispers to you constantly in a thin, silvery voice and tells you all the answers that you don't want to hear. There's an empty space in your palm, its shape the absence of the roundest part of her left shoulder; some part of you is scared breathless at the thought that it'll never be filled, but who are you to tell yourself the things you're trying to forget? There's a prickling on the side of your neck, the essence of all the times she has never touched you, and the hair at the nape of your neck stands up for years on end.

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Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R
Word Count: ~23.800 (+ ~6.200)
Warnings: Minor character deaths, swearing, some violence. Nothing worse than what happens on the show.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dean, Cas or Sam or anything really.
A/N: I started writing this a while ago, so season 6 and 7 never happened and this takes place a couple of months after the S5-finale. Sam got out of Hell, and he's normal and he and Dean are being brothers again, because dammit, that was all I ever wanted from this show.
Betaed by the amazing cosmo_naught.
Summary: Sam and Dean are on their way back from running an errand for Bobby, when a sudden snow storm forces them to stop in a seemingly quiet town in the middle of Montana. Soon they learn of a couple of deaths, and while Dean is sure they are the work of a supernatural killer, neither Sam nor Cas seem too convinced. Also the local sheriff is an annoying jerk who very definitely wants them out of his town, the snow just keeps on piling up, and then there's this whole thing with Cas that Dean still hasn't really figured out...



Snowblind

Rating: R
Word Count: ~6.200
Warnings: (Minor) character deaths, swearing, violence.
Summary: When writing "In the cold, cold night" I got stuck, and to get me going I tried to imagine the story from the other perspective, and thus, this story came into existence. Describes the events leading up to "In the cold, cold night" from Evan's perspective.



Sun-scorched streets, empty.Collapse )


In the cold, cold night (SPN, 1/4)

Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R
Word Count: ~23.800
Warnings: Minor character deaths, swearing, some violence. Nothing worse than what happens on the show.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dean, Cas or Sam or anything really.
A/N and Summary in the master post.

A picture of Dean, slightly beaten up, with the words "In the cold cold night" next to him

“Cas,” Dean breathes against soft skin; nips at the hollow of a collarbone, “Cas.” The angel shivers underneath him, hands flexing on the sheets as Dean slowly undoes his shirt.Collapse )

Say, say, my playmate (SPN)

Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 899
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dean or Sam or anything really.
Genre: Gen (kind of).
A/N: Written for a prompt at roslindi's a softer meme-ficathon. The prompt was: Supernatural, Sam/+Dean, "I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love". Might seem a bit wincest-y at first, but really, really isn't intended that way... Un-beta'd.

Now also on AO3.

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This is love, sometimes: Your brother, next to you in a car, sleeping.Collapse )
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 534
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own anything.
A/N: Written for a prompt at roslindi's a softer meme-ficathon, which I unfortunately only discovered a couple of days ago... The prompt was: x-men: first class, erik/charles, "sex is the only game where a draw is better than a win." Un-beta'd.

Now also on AO3.

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In chess, to win you don’t capture the king (kill the king, torture the king, execute the king), you simply declare checkmate and leave it to your opponent to admit defeat.Collapse )

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