Sam & Gabriel Forever

Fic: I've Caught the Cuddle Bug

wolfish_willow — Sat, 30 Jan 2016 04:39:08 GMT

Title: I've Caught the Cuddle Bug
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Rating: G/PG, mostly for language I think
Genre: AU - still werewolves, though
Word Count: ~10,700
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters. I'm writing for fun, not profit. :D
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Stiles is feeling a bit lonely, what with the pack in class or at work so often. He creates an app for people looking for some platonic cuddles, because who doesn't love cuddles? Best. Idea. Ever.
Notes: Wow, first time I've finished and posted a fic in years. I've been writing in all that time, just nothing before this that's actually gotten DONE. I'm so excited to share it! You don't even know. :D
Notes 2: Not beta-read, but I've gone over it a couple times now. Just let me know if you catch any typos! :)

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Scott gives him the idea. Stiles is having a rough day, the kind where everything seems like it's going wrong. Where the world makes its displeasure with him known, despite not knowing what he did to piss it off this time. Thankfully Scott is at the house when he gets home, the True Alpha more than willing to make room on his bed for Stiles to curl up against him.

A sigh gusts out of him once he's wrapped around his best friend. Some of his tension melts away at the steady rise and fall of Scott's chest, the warm breath tickling his forehead.

"I don't know what I would do without this," he mumbles, words coming out in a sleepy sort of drawl.

"Go on a rampage with your baseball bat, probably."

Stiles huffs, offended by the laughter in his best friend's voice. "Your mom is the one who gave me the idea for that bat, I'll have you know."

"So you say."

Normally they can go back and forth like this for hours. It's an exchange they've had for years, easy and familiar and Stiles is too tired to continue.

When the silence lasts a beat too long, Scott's hand becomes a firm weight pressed just between his shoulder blades. His best friend is always warm-verging-on-hot since becoming a werewolf. Sometimes it gets to be a bit too much, especially when Stiles is in the middle of a puppy pile at the height of summer. But right now the heat seeps into him. He hums, rubs his cheek against Scott's shoulder, his head under Scott's chin.

"Stiles?"

He doesn't answer at first, caught in that almost daze where it's too much effort to make his lips move, to form sounds and words and string sentences together. Sleep sounds so much more appealing. But Scott slides his hand up to Stiles' shoulder and shakes him. It's a gentle one, just enough to bring him out of his near-doze, but Stiles butts his head against the shoulder under him in protest.

"Jerk," he mutters under his breath, but without much heat.

"What's up, dude?"

He shrugs, like that will be enough of an answer. Like the way his hand is clinging to Scott's shirt, and the way he rubs his cheek against his best friend's shoulder again doesn't give away his distress.

"It's stupid."

It is stupid. He's really, honestly fine most days. Mostly. This is just one of those days when it hits him, bothers him. Becomes an ache, makes his skin feel like it's stretched too tight around him. Something is aching to burst out of him and it takes everything to keep it all in.

"It probably is," Scott says, but tightens his grip on Stiles' shoulder and holds him closer.

The rest of the tension he's been carrying melts away and he feels himself relaxing in his friend's - brother's - hold.

"It is," Stiles insists, because he knows he shouldn't let it get to him. It would be a lie to say it never has before - it's always bothered him and there's no denying it - but it's true that he wishes it didn't. "Just... seeing everyone. Paired up. It's like everyone has someone, you know? And it's not just the pack," he assures hurriedly, letting go of Scott's shirt long enough to flail his arm in reassurance. "The people I've been hanging out with are somehow all with someone, too. It's like everyone has figured out the secret to getting a girlfriend or a boyfriend and no one bothered to clue me in."

It's a discussion they've had before. More times than he cares to think about because knowing it shouldn't get to him isn't always enough to push the feelings away. Back when Scott was first figuring everything out - how to be a decent Alpha for their ragtag little pack - he'd also recently found Allison and was a fount of optimism that Stiles would find that person out there that's meant for him.

Thankfully, he's gotten better about it. No more unintentionally rubbing it in that he's already found his one and only. Instead, Scott sighs and pats the shoulder under his hand.
"They don't know what they're missing, man."

Stiles snorts. "And what are they missing, Scott? I talk way too much, I move all over the place even when I'm trying to stay still. I mean, I'm kickass with some mountain ash but it's not like it's something I can just advertise or whatever -- "

"Dude, no way is your Spark the only kickass thing about you," Scott interrupts. He, with only a fraction of the force he's capable of, whacks Stiles in the back of the head. "Who is always ready to charge in before the werewolves, even though - as he's made perfectly clear multiple times - he's nothing but pale skin and fragile bones?"

"Still not something that comes up in casual conversation, Scotty."

"How about the fact that you never give up on people, huh? Or how, when you care about someone, you'll do everything in your power to make sure they're okay?"

He can't deny either of those points. Once he cares about someone, it's damn near impossible for him to give up on them. Letting them down almost physically hurts. But still.

"You... make a good point but I've been like that since high school and I can't remember anyone jumping at the chance to date me then either."

Scott blows a deliberate breath over Stiles' head, tickling his scalp. He tries rubbing the sensation away against Scott's chin. His best friend laughs and pulls his head back but doesn't let go of the rest of him.

"Well, I know for a fact they're missing out on one of the best cuddlers I've ever met. Possibly the best cuddler in existence."

Stiles snorts again but Scott doesn't stop.

"Seriously, dude. If someone's having a bad day, all they need is, like, ten minutes of cuddles and they'll bounce right back."

And, well. He can't deny that. He's lost count of how many times where all Scott needed to perk back up was to hug it out with him. More than once he's made an awesome shoulder to cry on and even though he hates - loathes- seeing the people he cares about cry, it warms something inside him that they go to him for the comfort they need.

That's something he does well that has nothing to do with the supernatural world they find themselves in these days. No. It's all him. Stiles feels a grin growing on his face and scoots up just enough to get Scott into a headlock.

"This is the thanks I get --" Scott yells into Stiles' arm, but he's laughing and Stiles can't help but join in.

Scott's got a point, though. If only there was a way for him to share his awesome cuddle-ness with the rest of the world.

It's not often that he - that any of them - have to go very long without pack time. Each of them ended up in schools close enough together than they're able to commute. They've got a temporary Pack house as close to the middle distance of everyone's campuses as possible. The most time they spend apart is for work or classes. If nothing else, they have the evenings, when they all go to bed and puppy piles have become more of a norm now that they're not in high school and don't see each other for hours a day anymore.

Even so, he doesn't expect it to bother him quite like it does. Being a pack in high school, he got used to being able to sit with them at lunch, if not in class together. Then there was lacrosse practice, then hanging out at his or Scott's house after school. Now, though. Hours of his day are spent alone - not really alone, but it's amazing how alone a person can feel when surrounded by hundreds of other students - on campus. He's got a few study buddies. Some people he sits with in between his classes. There's even someone he's kind of got his eye on, though he's not sure how far that'll go. He hasn't got the best track record for that kind of thing so far.

Still, it's a little upsetting. He goes hours without seeing anyone in his Pack. Sometimes days without seeing specific members because their classes and work hours don't always mesh well. It's like an itch under his skin that he can't scratch away.

Keeping busy helps. Some of his classes are more interesting than he's taken before. He's got a few of the necessary general education stuff to get out of the way, but he supplemented those classes with a couple others that actually go towards what he's working for. So the reading and notes and essays keep him occupied for a while. There are enough of them that he can go back and forth, switch focus when he's having trouble concentrating on one subject anymore.

But, well. Reading his textbooks and taking notes and writing essays only take up so much of his time. Especially while most of his classes are general education and a lot of it is familiar enough to breeze through so far.

It's on one of those days when he's finished his assignments, sitting alone in the Pack house because everyone is in their own classes. He's tapping listlessly at his phone and maybe he's pining a little without anyone there to even share the room with, let alone share in some personal space. Really, he thinks, wouldn't it be nice if he could just find someone he could cuddle with until the Pack is back home? It doesn't seem like too much to ask. Hell, there are apps for hook ups, apps to find your perfect match. Why can't there be something that might actually be helpful to him? An app for cuddles sounds awesome right about now.

Despite what Scott says, Stiles didn't expect the app to become so popular. To be honest, he hadn't planned on more than Scott and Danny - then Lydia and Allison because there were no secrets from those two, ever - to even see it. When they pestered him about actually publishing it, he didn't think they were crazy so much as grossly optimistic.

Only, somehow it grew into something he never expected. He suspects Danny might have done something, gotten the word out about it when Stiles hadn't given much thought to advertising. Because really, how much demand could there possibly be for a platonic cuddle-partner-finding app?

Apparently, a lot. Like, suddenly-Stiles-is-raking-in-more-money-than-he-knows-what-to-do-with, a lot.

It starts out as a free app, and he's still surprised by what he has coming in from ads alone. Then Danny or Lydia, maybe both he isn't sure, convince him to create a paid-app option. There isn't much difference - no ads and not quite as limited in how many cuddlers a person can find that day - but again he finds himself with an unexpectedly successful product.

As unexpected as it is, he can't deny how proud he feels.

"This is crazy," he says, pushing away from his desk. His chair rolls back until Scott's foot kicks out to halt it.

"Kind of?" Scott agrees, but his shoulders make an uneven line as he shrugs. "But not really. I mean, dude, you made it."

He rolls his eyes to hide the ridiculous gooey warm feeling surging in his chest at his friend's - brother's, Alpha's - easy confidence. Like just because Stiles was the creator, its success was a given.

"Well, I am awesome," Stiles says with a too wide grin. "Seriously, though. The money alone is just..." He trails off. A thread of tension that was knotted in his gut loosens just at the thought of it.

Scott's expression softens, leaning forward to grip Stiles' shoulder and shake him a little. He gets it, understands how good it feels to be able to help ease some of his dad's expenses. Scott worked at the Veterinary Clinic through most of high school to help his mom out. Stiles was pretty lucky in that he didn't have to get a job for a while, but now that he's away at school he loves knowing that he'll be able to tell his Dad he doesn't have to worry about him so much.

"Gone are the days of top ramen, my man. What're you gonna spend your half on?"

He hasn't discussed it with Scott yet - he's not gonna lie he pretty much lives to cause the confusion he sees on Scott's face when he says it.

"My what?"

"You want more? I gotta tell ya, Scotty, you did a lot - coming up with the whole idea and all. But I did put a lot of the actual work into it. Fifty-fifty sounds like the only fair option."

"Coming up with - Stiles. I didn't come up with anything."

"What're you talking about? 'Course you did. You're the one who told me I was the best cuddler. In existence. Your words, buddy."

Scott's eyes are wide, his head tilting to the side while he stares at Stiles. Even before the bite, his best friend was the most puppy-like person he'd ever met. It's only gotten worse - or better, depending on which side of the jokes he was on - since he'd turned.

"That doesn't have anything to do with - "

This time it's Stiles that grabs his friend's - brother's, Alpha's - shoulder and shakes it. "Scott, I couldn't have made this thing without you. Seriously. The only reason it even crossed my mind is because of that conversation. Otherwise it never would've occurred to me to actually make something like this. So, as the person who came up with the original inspiration, you get half."

"But - "

"No," Stiles points, index finger a few inches from Scott's nose. "You get half. Spend it, save it, donate it, use it for the Pack. I don't care what you do with it, but it's yours. Got it?"

A smile spreads across Scott's face, and his eyes crinkle at the corners. Stiles feels an answering smile on his own. "Got it."

"Good. So what're you gonna buy me?"

"What?!"

Of course, he's still going to school. Just because he's making a decent income right now doesn't mean it will last forever. If he's being honest he also knows there's no way he could handle living job-free. Too much free time results in him having to explain things to his dad or Scott. Things he has no good explanation for usually. Besides, he thinks he'll make a kickass criminologist.

Unfortunately, it still only takes up so much of his day.

Back in high school, it felt like his classes did little more than get in the way of all the life-and-death moments they'd had. Now, though, they're away from Beacon Hills. There are no rogue Alphas or Omegas or faeries or anything else nipping at their heels. It's amazing how much easier it is to get things done without living in a constant state of mayhem.

Which leaves him with a lot of free time. And since he does have a bit of an income right now, he isn't all that anxious to find a job that'll take even more time away from his Pack. But he's stuck on his own a lot while everyone is in class or at work. It feels a little like he's back where he started, before he got the idea for Cuddlr.

Stiles sighs, tapping his phone against his thigh. There are probably things he could be doing. Something productive to occupy his time with. But...

Humming, Stiles straightens out the phone in his hand.

He's got all this free time and, to be honest, he could go for some platonic cuddling right now. Maybe watch a movie, because it's almost always more fun to watch movies with another person - unless that movie is a tearjerker. Sometimes a dude just needs to cry in the privacy of his own room.

It seems a shame not to use his own product. Almost false advertising in a way. If there isn't anyone nearby, no big loss. He can go online and get lost in the never ending sea of Wikipedia articles. But it would be nice to find someone to spend the rest of the afternoon with.

Pressing his lips together with a determined nod, Stiles clicks the Cuddlr icon.

Erica is a gorgeous, blonde bombshell who can probably eat him for breakfast and Stiles could say he's surprised that she's looking for platonic cuddling through an app, but that would be lying. Even gorgeous people need no-strings-attached cuddles. He would know, practically his whole Pack is made up of model-worthy people. It's not even the slightest bit fair, but it's the truth.

The coffee shop they meet at is busy, but it's not the morning or evening rush so the crowd could be worse. He recognizes her right away from her profile picture, though the red on her lips is darker.

"Erica, right?" he asks, even though there's no way he could mistake her for somebody else.

She nods, holding out her hand for a satisfyingly firm handshake. "That's me. What kind of name is Stiles?"

He barks out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck when they let go of each other's hands. "One that's way easier to pronounce than the name on my birth certificate."

She raises an eyebrow but shrugs. "Fair enough."

They stand in line, quiet for a minute before Erica turns in his direction. "So... any idea how this is supposed to work?"

He laughs again, softer this time. "In theory, we talk a little to make sure we're comfortable with each other and then cuddles happen?"

She gives one, almost determined nod and faces the front of the line again, side-eying him. "Just because we're getting coffee doesn't make this a date."

"Obviously," he says, quirking a grin in her direction. "Coffee shop dates are fine and all, but the middle of the afternoon?"

She smiles back before stepping up and ordering her drink. It's almost as sweet as what he usually gets. He thinks this is going to be awesome.

Stiles is right. It is awesome.

Erica wants to go back to her place. It's a ten minute walk from the coffee shop, enough time to finish their drinks. He likes her. She reminds him a little of Lydia, but is still very much her own person. The way she carries herself, shoulders back and a smirk on her face. Well, he thinks she's awesome.

It might be the wolf in her, but Lydia is the same way, was back before she came into her banshee powers. That confidence is all her, he thinks. Maybe the wolf helps bring some of it out, but that's not all there is to her.

"It's right up here," she says, nodding in the direction of an actual house. Two stories, with a porch large enough for a couple chairs. It's probably pretty nice to sit out there when the weather is cool.

Even with the two floors, the house isn't huge. Probably because it's so close to everything. Their temporary Pack house is a bit larger than this, but it's also further away from campus, so that everyone has about the same commute to their different classes and jobs.

"Nice place," he says as she leads him up the steps and unlocks the door.

She smiles over her shoulder at him.

"Thanks."

The inside is nice. Well lit, and the couch in what he figures is the living room is huge. Large enough for some awesome Pack cuddles, he thinks.

"Has the pack been busy?" he asks, following her lead and toeing off his shoes just inside the door.

She raises an eyebrow at him while dropping gracefully down on the couch. Stiles is man enough to admit to himself that he's jealous. Whenever he tries to do anything gracefully, it usually ends in disaster. Or embarrassment. Embarrassing disasters.

Still, he follows her over and sits down close enough for their arms and legs to be touching - that is the whole point after all.

"My pack," he continues, shifting and leaning back into the cushions. They are amazing. Just soft enough to sink into but he doesn't feel like he'll never figure out a way off it. Nice. "All of us, really, have been insanely busy. We've all got classes and jobs and it's close to impossible to spend anywhere near as much time together as we did before college, you know? We still mostly all have dinner together and we're all back at the house to sleep, but it's not the same as always having a pack member or two around, right? So I figured, hey, I could use some more cuddles in those periods of free time I have and here I am."

Erica grins, wide enough that her teeth are bared though nothing about it feels threatening. "Do you always talk this much or am I special?"

He laughs. "Sorry to disappoint, but that's kind of an every day, everybody thing."

She shrugs a shoulder, sliding closer to him. He moves his right arm to rest across the back of the couch and she scoots into the opening he's created. "Sort of. Most of us are taking classes and everything, too. And we kind of pushed our Alpha to find something to fill his days with so he wasn't just waiting here for us to get home all the time."

"Only now he's found something to do and you're..."

"Yeah," she sighs, curling up and tucking her feet under her legs.

He tightens his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. It's different than cuddling his pack. They all know each other so well and he and Erica only met today. But it's nice, too. If he hadn't done this, he'd be at home, clicking away on his laptop without any purpose or pacing around the house in boredom - and loneliness. Instead, he's cuddled up to a gorgeous woman who knows what he's feeling. Someone who doesn't need or want it to be anything other than it is.

"This is nice," he says, curling his other arm around her.

Erica wraps her arms around his chest.

"Yeah," she sighs again, sounding more relaxed than he's heard her so far.

Eventually they wind up lying across the couch. She's a warm weight on his chest that he doesn't want to move any time soon. Her presence alone is almost perfect after so many weeks without what, in his opinion, are the required hours of cuddle-time in the pack. Stiles is sleepy and content and if the way Erica's breathing, warm against the collar of his shirt, has evened out is any indication, she's feeling exactly the same way.

Best. Idea. Ever.

He and Erica meet up a couple more times. Usually at her place. Since it's an easy walk there from the coffee shop, it's become tradition to go there first. But a couple times they've gone back to his Pack House. Watching her look around at everything, mouth dropping open at the set up in their living room... It was fun. And not something he gets to experience much since he doesn't invite people to the Pack House.

Even though she's a wolf in a different pack, somehow it doesn't bother him to invite her over the way he thinks it would with most people - there's a reason he hasn't had anyone over and perhaps surprisingly it isn't the fact that he doesn't know anyone outside of the pack. Maybe because he's already been inside her house. Or it's just that he genuinely likes her, feels comfortable around her in a way he usually doesn't outside of his pack mates.

They exchange numbers. Cuddling together is great, he loves it. But he also loves spending time with and talking to Erica specifically. So getting each other's numbers is great because now he can text her any time he sees something that she has to know about right away - like the new Black Widow movie trailer he saw pop up on youTube one day that they couldn't talk about until they decided to meet up again. It's a lot easier to keep in contact now that they don't have to go through the app.

It never becomes an issue, either, that they've started communicating without the app. She's involved with someone in her pack, and while Stiles loves hanging out with and cuddling with her, he likes what they've got. Erica is someone he would have befriended without the help of the Cuddlr app, had they met anywhere else. They flail, well mostly it's just Stiles who flails, over trailers for new superhero movies. And she never gets bored with any of the ones already out that they more often than not end up watching during their cuddle times.

Seriously awesome.

Stiles becomes a regular at the coffee place where he first met Erica. They've got a great hot chocolate for those days he needs to cut back on the caffeine, and their coffee is good. It's also a good place to meet people from the Cuddlr app. Gives them a chance to talk.

He's met a couple other people. Humans without packs need cuddles, too. It never stops being amazing, just how many people are using his app. Nobody has clicked with him quite as well as Erica - there have even been a couple who hoped to make an actual date out of it. Not too shocking, really. And it's always a bit of an ego boost when someone expresses an interest, especially considering that part of why he made this was because of how lonely he felt in a pack that's otherwise all paired up. But that isn't what the app is about and for the most part the people using it understand that.

Being a regular means he sees a lot of the same customers coming in and out. A couple people come in with their laptops and stacks of books and get comfortable with a huge cup of coffee. Even more leave as fast as they arrive.

On the days Stiles isn't meeting up with Erica or anyone else from the app, he's usually one of those people. Walks in, orders a hot chocolate because why not? And then it's right back home. But sometimes, he doesn't have anyone to meet up with and the house is too quiet and he just needs to be around people. Even if he doesn't have homework to do - he's pretty proud of how he's been keeping up on it so far, look at him adulting all over the place - there's always something for him to read or watch or listen to on his laptop.

People watching is another fun way to pass the time. He gets distracted by his laptop easily enough but sometimes he likes to sit and watch. Guess which ones are the newbies and which are regulars until he became one himself. Now he recognizes a lot of people by sight, though he hasn't actually spoken to them beyond a 'yes' when he's occasionally asked for the second chair at his table.

The first time that happened, he was lucky to get the yes out. Stiles isn't sure he's seen anyone as good looking as the man who asked him for the other chair. He must have been there with friends, or was just preparing for when they got there since he didn't see anyone standing with him. But Stiles thought he would swallow his tongue looking into pretty green - or were they blue? Hazel? - eyes and shamelessly wished he could feel the man's stubble against his cheek.

But he did manage the yes, without getting any kind of 'what is his defect?' looks from Mister Handsome so he calls that a win. And if he keeps a look out on the off chance he'll see the man again, no one has to know about it.

The Avengers have saved New York, they're all going their separate ways and Stiles is in no way emotional over it because obviously he's seen it too many times to feel things about it anymore. Erica is a comfortable, evenly distributed weight across his body. The couch only seems to get comfier the more times he comes to her house.

He doesn't want to move. Erica seems just as reluctant with the way she turns and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. But the movie is over; his muscles want to stretch a little before they start a new one.

"Come on," he sighs, poking her in the ribs. She squirms on top of him, a rumbling starting in her chest. It's not loud enough to be heard, but he can feel it.

"Even werewolves gotta stretch, Catwoman."

Somehow even more of her weight bears down on him, but eventually she sighs and rolls off. The way she practically glides onto her feet is just. Not. Fair. Ugh, werewolves.

Stiles is just standing up, arms stretched up and over his head, when he hears the front door open. It surprises him enough that he stumbles back, arms going out to try and balance before he causes himself any real damage. Of course his feet tangle together somehow, because why should he ever handle being surprised gracefully?

Thankfully, Erica manages to catch him before he falls and cracks his head open. Which would be bad on so many levels - blood, ick. No amount of time spent with 'wolves is ever going to make the sight of blood less nausea-inducing.

"Thanks," he says, carefully patting himself down as though he'd actually hit anything. It makes him feel a little better, making sure he's still in one piece.

She smirks at him. He counts himself lucky that she isn't outright laughing at him. His reactions have been a source of amusement... pretty much his whole life. It's always good to meet people who can enjoy it without making it a big deal.

"Erica?"

Stiles blinks. He didn't say that. For one thing, that's not what he sounds like. Definitely not his voice.

Right, the door.

The man standing at the entrance to the room looks familiar. Dark hair, enough stubble that he's probably going for a beard. It takes him a second to figure out where he's seen the man - 'wolf - before. And mentally pats himself on the back for containing the urge to fling his arms out and yell "coffee chair guy!".

Erica's still smirking, but it's less... Just less. She's always pretty relaxed on their cuddle dates, or at least gets there eventually. But the way she looks now, it's obvious he's a packmate. Stiles guesses Alpha because he doesn't look like the puppy she described Isaac to be, nor is she rushing up to give him a kiss the way she would if Boyd had walked into the room.

He doesn't look angry, exactly, but the guy doesn't seem all that happy either. Stiles wonders if it's because there's someone he hasn't met in their den. He wouldn't think so - Erica said her Alpha didn't have a problem with it after their first meeting - but the reality is always a bit different than just hearing about it.

"Derek," Erica says, smirk easing into a smile. She grabs Stiles' arm and pulls him across the room. "This is Stiles."

Derek knows he told Erica this morning that he was coming home early. He knows because it's not something he does very often and the way her face lit up is seared in his memory.

It's been harder on her than the rest of the pack, his being gone so much. They worked so hard to get where they are. To be the close-knit pack, closer to what his family was like once. Now they can hardly stand to be away from each other. It's nice. Comfortable. But the drawback is that it's taking some getting used to, his not always being available now.

She pushed him into finding a way to spend his free time and he's grateful. He loves knowing that he's finally doing something with what he was left by his family. Keeping up with their investments, starting up a store with what he's got. It's great. And he knows that Erica is happy he's done it. But now she has all this time that she used to fill by bullying him into watching a movie with her on the couch or even just sitting quietly on the porch.

Now here she is, introducing him to the person she's found to fill that time with. Derek thought he would be less comfortable with someone he's never met before in their home. Their den. But nothing about him - maybe the way this person is obviously clumsy and not an immediate threat - raises his hackles. In a weird way, that's what bothers Derek the most.

Besides the fact that Erica, that sneaky beta of his, planned this.

The grin on her face when she introduces them makes that more than obvious.

"Derek," she says in a bright voice. Even though he knows she's up to something, it warms him to hear her so happy. He's been worried about her. "This is Stiles."

Stiles - what kind of name is Stiles? - recovers quickly, faster than Derek expects after the way Erica dragged him across the living room. He stares at Derek with his head tilted, eyes squinting just a bit like he's trying to figure out where he's seen him before. Derek tries not to notice the way they seem to glow in the light coming through the windows.

Only a moment passes before Stiles is smiling; not as bright as Erica's but it seems genuine enough. He holds out his hand for Derek to shake, completely at ease. Derek doesn't know for sure that Erica has told Stiles that he's the Alpha but if she did, it doesn't seem to bother him any. He thinks he remembers Erica mentioning something about him being in a pack of his own. Unsurprising, now that he's close Derek can smell wolf on the man, though he's obviously human himself.

"That's me, Stiles," he says.

Derek hesitates for a barely a moment before taking Stiles' hand in his own. His grip is firm, but not overly so, and cool to the touch the way most humans feel to Derek.

"The cuddle buddy?" he asks, eyebrows raised because he's happy Erica found something to help her deal but the whole thing sounded strange when she tried explaining it to him.

Instead of ducking his head in embarrassment the way Derek half expected might happen, Stiles throws it back and laughs. When they let go, Stiles rubs his hand through his hair and nods.

"Cuddle buddy," he muses, chuckling a bit between the words. "I like it. That can be my new title. Cuddle Buddy Stiles. Nice ring to it, don't you think?"

He bumps Erica's shoulder with his own. She rolls her eyes, but she's practically radiating fondness. Derek won't be surprised if she demands being able to keep him. Her face almost lights up again when she turns back to Derek, zeroing in on the way his lips have curled up at the edges.

Without releasing the arm she still has locked with her own, Erica reaches out and wraps the other around one of Derek's. "We were just stretching a bit before we popped a new movie in. Any preferences?"

Stiles' eyes go wide, making it that much harder to keep not noticing how they shine. His free arm flies up. For a moment Derek fears for any knick knacks sitting around, but then Stiles curls his fingers and brings his arm back down. The beating of his heart speeds up some, but he doesn't smell like fear, nothing sharp and unpleasant sitting at the back of Derek's throat when he inhales. A bit tart with nerves, but bright; citrus with an edge. He doesn't protest when Erica leads them to the couch, just settles down where his scent is already strongest - definitely where he'd been sitting earlier.

Derek goes, too. There's no point in fighting with Erica over this. She's happy, openly excited about spending time with Derek earlier than what's become the norm. And he'd already figured they would end up watching a movie. Adding Stiles into that scenario doesn't bother him. Even if some of him wonders if he should be, considering the man is part of a different pack and they'd only just met mere minutes before.

Stiles turns so that his body faces Derek while Erica peruses the DVD case, one of his eyebrows raised. Derek supposes it might be a little odd to just agree to watch movies with someone he's only just met.

He shrugs. "I've learned it's better just to go with it."

Stiles hums, looking at Erica for a minute with his head tilted again. Then he nods. "Yeah, I can see that."

"That's because you're a genius," Erica says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Trailers start to play on the screen. Derek didn't even see what movie she picked.

Stiles practically oozes delight, scent lightening when Erica curls into his side. She tugs Derek to her other side, close enough that the hand Stiles has draped over the back of the couch hits his shoulder. The hand twitches but doesn't move so Derek doesn't either. He lets himself relax, presses further into the couch and doesn't say anything when Erica wraps one of his arms up in both of her's.

Derek lets himself get lost in the scent of home and pack and Stiles.

Stiles doesn't expect to hear from Erica for at least a week. She and Isaac and Boyd are going away for at least the last half of the week and through the weekend. She didn't give many details so he's a little unclear what they're going to do. It doesn't affect him much since this weekend his pack is actually free. The whole two days, plus most of Friday evening none of them have any plans.

That's why he's so surprised to get a text from Derek on Saturday. It takes him a minute to realize it's not a regular text; it's an alert through the Cuddlr app. He's not surprised that Erica shared his account with her Alpha, or even that he's actually using it. Okay, he's pretty surprised Derek is using it.

But at least half of his surprise is at the fact that Derek is even around to use it. Stiles didn't get a lot from Erica about where they were going but he knows for sure that Isaac and Boyd were going with her. And that they've been gone since sometime Wednesday. Today is Saturday.

Stiles is a human in his pack and he thinks that might drive him crazy. He can't imagine how Derek, as an Alpha, must feel at being left alone for so many days. Sure, there are phone calls and texts and face time. None of that, though, is the same as being able to sense someone else with you, feel them or hear them nearby or just knowing that they're coming back that night.

More than anything, the thought of how on edge Derek must be feeling, is what convinces Stiles to meet up with him. He understands, after all, how it is being stuck by yourself when you'd rather be anything but. And he'll have the whole rest of Sunday to spend with his pack. He's seen them every night this week, and they took advantage of their free time last night to laze around in an awesome cuddle pile after dinner.

With that in mind, Stiles accepts the invitation and goes to change out of his pajamas and into some jeans.

"Where are you going, man?" Scott asks when he catches Stiles searching for his wallet.

"I know, I know!" Stiles says, holding out his hands. In five words Scott manages to say so much more. The eyes don't help anything. This is their weekend, and Stiles doesn't want to mess that up. "It's pack weekend and you know how happy I am that we've all got a couple days without classes or homework or shifts. But remember Erica?"

Lines wrinkle Scott's forehead in confusion. "Yeah, I thought she was out of town..."

"She is," Stiles pauses long enough to fist pump when he sees his wallet on the counter. "Turns out Derek didn't go with them for some reason."

"Derek's the Alpha?"

"Yep, and he just," Stiles lifts his phone and waves it back and forth. "I'll be back tonight and all day Sunday, but..."

"But you don't want him to spend the day on his own if he messaged you."

"Exactly!" Stiles grins and Scott rolls his eyes but he can't fool his best friend. There's a smile growing on his face, too.

"And this has absolutely nothing to do with your crush on him."

Stiles stumbles back. It has nothing to do with what Scott said. The ground just has it out for him. Obviously.

"W-what?" he stutters. Clears his throat. "That's just, that's..."

Scott raises his eyebrows - they're nowhere near as impressive as Derek's - and Stiles lets out a long sigh. "Yeah, okay. Maybe that has a little to do with it." Damn werewolf hearing. Someday Stiles is going to learn a way around that.

Scott's the one grinning now. He claps a hand on Stiles' shoulder and squeezes. "Good luck," he says, all genuine and earnest because his best friend is awesome like that.

"Thanks," Stiles breathes, patting himself down one last time to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. "I'm off."

One of the advantages of hanging out with werewolves is learning to understand their sense of smell. When Scott was first turned, it was mortifying for both of them when they realized Scott could smell whenever Stiles was aroused. Once he was more comfortable with his new abilities, though, he explained that it becomes background after a while. Like most smells, it doesn't stand out unless he's concentrating on it. And being a teenager at the time, flooded with hormones and surrounded by unfairly gorgeous people... Scott tried his best not to concentrate on Stiles' scent whenever he was around Lydia or Danny or just about anyone but their parents and each other. But it got better over time, and he's not a teenager anymore.

So Stiles isn't too worried about how he'll probably smell to Derek when he shows up. Looking the way he does, Derek must be used to catching that scent on a lot of people. It didn't discourage him from seeking out Stiles' company, so Stiles won't let it bother him.

When he knocks on the door, Derek opens it right away. Not surprising, the wolf could have heard him a few houses over if he'd tried.

He looks awful.

That's a lie. Stiles is pretty sure Derek could still be attractive covered in mud.

Bad example, considering the mental images that brings up. Even so, Derek probably looks good no matter what.

But.

His frown is more pronounced than usual. Not a scowl, like Erica's described on more than one occasion. His hair looks like he's been running his hands in it, sticking in all directions the way Stiles' usually does. Stiles almost expects to see dark circles under his eyes, but there's nothing. Rumpled clothes cover him, though. It's hard to resist the urge to wrap the guy in a blanket cocoon and feed him soup and make him watch feel-good movies, especially with the way he looks wearing that sweater with thumb holes.

"Stiles," Derek says with a nod, opening the door enough to let Stiles in. If he's purposely keeping it closed just enough that their shoulders brush Stiles won't say anything.

"Der-bear."

Stiles smirks at Derek's answering blink and scowl. The Alpha doesn't put any extra space between them, though.

"Who told - "

"Erica," Stiles laughs at Derek's long suffering sigh. "Don't worry, Sourwolf. I won't use it. Much."

His eyebrows pinch even more at the new monicker. Stiles expects some sort of protest, but Derek only leads him into the living room.

"How..." Derek starts, sitting on the edge of the couch. His hands curl around his knees, shoulders not bunched but looking like he wants them to. "How does this work?"

Stiles shrugs. "What it says on the tin. We cuddle - " he expects Derek's expression to sour more at that and is pleasantly surprised when some tension dissolves instead - "watch some TV or a movie. It's whatever feels most comfortable. We could lay out on the couch or just sit and cuddle. Whatever works."

"Okay, yeah. That... Sounds good." Derek nods, fingers losing their cement grip on his legs.

"Which one? Laying lengthwise or sitting up?" Stiles asks. It's good to figure it out now so they can get right to it. As quick as possible.

So they can be comfortable. He hasn't been looking forward to this at all.

Nope.

Stiles takes off his jacket and sets his keys and wallet on the coffee table while Derek puts what looks like some serious thought into his answer.

"I think sitting is good," he finally says, voice the steadiest it's been since he opened the door.

"Awesome."

Stiles wastes no time, settles right into Derek's space. He goes so far as to grab one of the Alpha's arms and drape it over his own shoulders. The sigh he lets out is entirely involuntary, but he can't be embarrassed about it when he's finally cuddling up to Derek the way he's wanted to since he met him.

After a quiet moment - Stiles is used to shocking people speechless - Derek relaxes into the cushions, hand curling around Stiles' arm. Not tight enough to be uncomfortable. It's perfect, actually. Stiles' face might get stuck smiling like this if he doesn't tone it down but he doesn't care.

The scent of foreign pack is stronger than usual on Stiles, but it doesn't bother Derek. It's the weekend. He's probably been spending it with his pack the way Derek would normally be doing. From what Erica mentioned in passing, Stiles' pack is usually busy. Not so much that their scent ever really fades from Stiles. But enough that he can tell how much stronger it is now.

"Thank you," he says a few minutes into Die Hard. The movie was already in the player and neither of them were eager to move once Stiles arranged them just so. Stiles told him he wouldn't want to change it anyway; apparently it's one of his favorites.

"No problem," Stiles says. His smile is easily heard in his voice, backed up by the almond scent he's been giving off in his contentment. His heartbeat is steady - a little fast, maybe but calming. The way it was the first time they met, after Erica convinced him to watch a movie with them.

This is the most relaxed Derek has felt since his betas left.

"I hope I didn't mess up any of your plans."

"Nah," Stiles scoffs gently. His nose scrunches adorably when Derek looks at him, catching the skip in his heartbeat. "No, you didn't mess anything up. I promise."

His heartbeat is steady this time, but Derek arches an eyebrow. "Then what - "

"My pack was just gonna hang out today," Stiles interrupts. It's something he does, apparently. "But they're cool with me ditching for a bit. We had a puppy pile last night and we'll have all day tomorrow, too."

"You're sure? You don't want to - "

"Dude, it's fine. More than fine. I didn't come over because I thought I had to. I wanted to."

He's smiling and his heart doesn't betray a lie. He still smells like a soothing mix of almond and just the barest trace of cinnamon; something he doesn't mind the way he does with others. And that? That's good enough for Derek.

He relaxes back again, pulls Stiles in a little closer and allows himself to get lost in the movie.

"So how was your date?"

Stiles looks up from his conversation with Scott to find Erica smirking at him over her coffee. He drops his head in a what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this manner. "It wasn't a date."

"Sure it was," she says, sitting in the chair one of the guys with her drags over. "Thanks babe."

The man, who must be Boyd, smiles and brings another chair over for himself. The other one must be Isaac and huh. He does kinda look like a puppy, what with the curls and all. He looks far too amused for Stiles' comfort though. Puppy with some bite.

"It kind of was," comes from his supposed best friend. Stiles shakes his head. He jerks his thumb in his Alpha's direction.

"This is Scott, he's been drinking the same kool-aid as you apparently. It was not a date."

"Are you sure about that?" Isaac asks after he's sprawled out in his seat.

"It can't be a date if none of the people involved think it is."

"Sure it can," Erica says after sticking her tongue out at him. Then she turns to Scott, holding out a hand, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Erica, Stiles has probably told you all about me. I'm that awesome."

Scott laughs, taking her hand. "Can't argue with that. When he's not talking about Derek, he's talking about you."

Stiles punches Scott in the shoulder. Hard. He's a werewolf, he can take it. But the smug jerk just smiles and introduces them to Erica's packmates.

"It is nice to meet the one who's been keeping my buddy sane while we've been so busy," Scott says, dropping an arm across Stiles' shoulders. Ugh, it's impossible to be annoyed with him when he acts like this. All nice and concerned over Stiles' well being. The jerk.

Boyd wraps an arms around Erica's shoulders, curling some of her hair between his fingers. "Same here. Don't let her fool you, Erica was going a little crazy before she found that app."

Erica rolls her eyes and pushes her shoulder into Boyd's side but she doesn't deny it either. Stiles remembers the first time they met, how much tension he didn't realize she'd been carrying at first. Scott probably remembers him talking about it, too, since he doesn't drag out the conversation much more beyond, "I'm glad the app did its job then."

"Me, too," she says before focusing all her attention back to Stiles. "It's still a date because you both wanted it to be." She says this very matter of factly, as though it's a given.

Scott nods again. Stiles turns, betrayal clear on his face, but his so-called friend only shrugs.

"That's not how dates work. If that's how dates work I've gone on enough half-dates with Lydia to make at least a couple full ones."

Scott tilts his head, then nods again. As much as he's been bugging Stiles about his not-date, he's still got his best friend's back. Always a comfort, Stiles thinks.

He also thinks he deserves a pat on the back or fist bump or something for restraining his next question as long as he has.

"He wanted it to be a date?" The words come out more hopeful than he would like, but at the end of the day he won't care so long as he gets an answer.

Erica is back to smirking, twirling some of her hair between her fingers. There are a few tense, quiet beats before she takes pity on him - and his nerves, he can't stop sliding his cup back and forth between his hands - and smiles. It's soft, one he doesn't think she uses often outside of her pack. He always feels a warm glow when it's directed at him - they make awesome friends.

"He definitely wanted it to be a date. The next time you two get together, I don't even want to think about how many times he's going to change his clothes."

"Derek, really?" he asks, ignoring Scott's commiserating look. Stiles does not freak out over his clothes. More than three or four times. Totally and completely reasonable.

"He doesn't seem the type, right?" This comes from Isaac, who looks like he wants to laugh. "But it's true. If we'd been home he would have roped one of us into making sure he looked okay."

Stiles still isn't sure how much he believes them until Boyd pipes in with, "He's done it every time he knows you're coming over now, if he's going to be there."

Now it takes everything in him to keep from jumping up and drawing Scott into a victory dance around the shop. He settles for an enthusiastic fist pump that almost topples him out of his chair.

Honestly, Stiles doesn't feel all this scheming is necessary. Derek has already used the app two more times since that first weekend. Which means they've had two more not-dates that he hopes might turn into real-dates in the future. Even so, he thinks things are progressing just fine without outside interference.

Yet here he is, somehow roped into pairing up with Derek in bowling. He hadn't meant to give Erica the idea - he'd mentioned owning his own set of shoes so he didn't add to the awful smells for his furry friends. Somehow that, along with Scott making a casual remark about some of the pack being free to hang out over the weekend gave Erica the bright idea that they should all hang out together.

As in their packs.

Together.

Now that he thinks about it, it doesn't seem so casual at all. His best buddy is learning to scheme; he would be proud if Scott hadn't honed the skill to use against him.

It's going well. Stiles knew the betas got along with Scott well enough and he's not at all surprised by the way Lydia and Erica have bonded. Fearing for the world maybe but not surprised.

Jackson, Lydia, Scott, and Stiles are the only ones free. Somehow - Stiles shoots a piercing, suspicious look at Scott that his friend shamelessly ignores - they all teamed up randomly with Derek's pack. Putting him on Derek's team.

Stiles isn't complaining. He just, again, feels the scheming is unnecessary.

That doesn't mean he can't take advantage of more time with Derek.

Whose frown is as pronounced as ever, glaring at the rental shoes in disdain. The power behind that glare is so strong, Stiles is tempted to wait until they catch fire under it.

"You should invest in a pair of your own," he finally comments, waving his in the air. He'll put them on when they actually get to their lane. Which will hopefully happen soon.

Derek scowls, swiping a hand out when Stiles' shoes get too close to his face. Stiles laughs, but drops his arms to his side again.

"Never seemed worth it. I can't remember the last time I went bowling."

He sounds more than a little bewildered.

Stiles bumps Derek's shoulder with his own and starts walking to their lane. Scott and Isaac are figuring out which bowling balls they want for their team. Jackson looks like he's talking Boyd's ear off, but he doesn't look bored or ready to strangle the guy yet so Stiles figures they'll make an okay team. Lydia and Erica are talking, already having chosen the shimmery galaxy-looking ball.

"If this becomes a regular thing - and from the looks of it, it is," he nods at the easy way the packs seem to be interacting, "I promise you can expect this to happen a lot. It's kind of our thing and your own pair of shoes is so worth it."

Derek's glare - his whole face, really - relaxes when he looks at their packs. It's a good look for him, not quite a smile but his contentment is clear in his eyes. Looks like Stiles isn't the only one who's glad they all get along so far.

Later, when they're all getting ready to leave, he hears his friends making plans with Derek's.

Stiles isn't sure if a pack could work with two Alphas, but he's willing to find out.

He's pretty hopeful for what might happen next.

His hope pays off on their next pack playdate, as he's taken to calling them in his head. And once out loud. Scott got a kick out of it - Allison, too, given the way she smiled - but he feared for his life at the unimpressed expression on Lydia's face. He's kept it to himself since then.

Pretty sure Scott calls it that in his head now, though. So. Win.

The packs spend a day at the beach. It's a bit of a drive, but worth it for a day of fun in the sun.

They take three cars. Stiles is only a little disappointed that he and Derek don't ride together. Derek's driving his pack. Scott, Jackson, and Lydia are riding with Allison. Stiles is being accompanied by Danny and the back of Stiles' jeep is packed full with supplies for the trip. Parking is going to be enough of an adventure as it is, Jackson can deal with riding in the backseat of Allison's car.

After the craziness of trying to park three vehicles at the beach, the packs come together to find the best spot to set up. Lydia and Erica both insisted on enough large umbrellas to give everyone a chance at shade. Stiles, for one, is grateful for that because he doesn't want to leave here looking like a lobster. He leaves Lydia in charge of directing Jackson and Isaac on where the umbrellas should go. Scott, Derek, and Boyd are lugging their ice chests over while Stiles, Danny, and Allison lay out the sheets.

It takes barely any time at all. Stiles thinks he could get used to this. The parking might be harder with so many people but it's worth it if they can set their spot up this quick.

Before long everyone has split into their new little groups. Scott's the first one to grab the frisbee, because the puppy dog eyes don't already write their own dog jokes. Isaac and Danny aren't far behind. Erica's already stretched across her towel in the sun, oversized shades covering her eyes. Boyd runs a hand over her hair before Isaac is drawing him into their group. Lydia follows her example, tugging Allison down as well. Stiles gives it ten minutes before Allison gets too bored and steals the frisbee.

Because he knows just how easily he burns, Stiles applied his sunscreen before they left. Now he's just excited to get into the water. Of course that has nothing to do with getting to see Derek wet and shirtless. Nope.

It's a great day, the sun not overtaken by clouds the way it can sometimes get. Stiles tugs off his shirt and runs to the waves, careful not to kick sand at any of the girls. He'd like to live long enough to enjoy the day.

"Shit, that's cold!" he mutters, but keeps going until he's waist deep.

Someone laughs and he turns to find Derek right behind him, smiling as big as he's ever seen. He doesn't even care that it's at his expense. Stiles always wants to be the cause of that smile.

"Thinks that's funny, huh?"

Derek nods, "As a matter of fact - "

He cuts off with a splutter at the water Stiles splashes in his face. Stiles snorts at the way Derek's hair falls over his forehead. He's already started putting space between them. He doesn't get far before Derek growls, playful but enough to send a thrill down Stiles' spine, and chases after him.

One second he's wading as fast as he can, admittedly not very fast, and the next he's under water. He holds his breath, arms flailing around in the waves. They connect with something and, hoping he's not grabbing a stranger, tugs until he's not the only one under the water.

He comes up laughing and doesn't stop even when Derek starts the chase all over again.

Derek can't remember the last time he's been to the beach, let alone splashed around in the water the way he and Stiles have been doing. Years and years ago, maybe, back when he was a kid. He never wants to wait that long between trips again.

Despite how fun it is to chase Stiles through the waves, though, it's time to take a break. He sees Erica popping open the ice chest. The rest of the pack - packs, Derek reminds himself even as he wonders how much longer they'll be two packs - follow her lead.

"Break time," he says to Stiles, snorting at the instantaneous whine he gets in response.

"Nooo... Less talk-y, more splashy." Stiles emphasizes the point by sending more water at Derek. He can't help but raise his eyebrows at that choice of words. Being too talk-y is not something Derek's ever been accused of before.

"Yes, break. Time for food and I know you're gonna start to burn if you don't reapply soon."

"Nope, you have fun with that but I'm just gonna -- hey!"

Derek laughs at the indignant squawk Stiles gives when he's thrown over the werewolf's shoulder.

"Put me down!"

"Nope."

Stiles wiggles around but Derek doesn't even sway.

"No, bad dog!"

"Definitely not getting down now," he drawls, wading slowly out of the water.

They're halfway to the rest of the pack when Stiles slumps with a grumbled, "You're ridiculous." Derek can hear the pout. It's adorable.

"Just for this," Stiles mutters sullenly, "you have to put the sunscreen on me - I know how twitchy your wolfy noses get about it. Hah!"

Derek only snorts. Somehow he doesn't find the idea of getting to touch Stiles' shoulders and back and the nape of his neck nearly as threatening as Stiles seems to think.

"I never want to move again," Stiles moans, flopping right into Derek's space. It's been a day and everything is still sore. He can't remember the last time he'd run around so much. Probably playing lacrosse back in high school.

"You'll have to move at some point. I've got pizza in the oven."

Stiles groans out a protest, pressing further into Derek's side. "Make one of the puppies get it."

Derek snorts, but doesn't move away. Even goes so far as to move his arm from the back of the couch down across Stiles' shoulders. "You're lucky those puppies aren't around to hear that."

"No?" Stiles asks, scrunching his nose. "Boo, that means moving is somewhere in my immediate future."

"You poor thing," Derek laughs. He scratches his nails against the back of Stiles' head and Stiles is not at all ashamed of the way he melts at the touch. They don't even need the excuse of the Cuddlr app anymore. Doesn't stop him from being excited about all the touching. He loves it. Thinks - hopes - that Derek feels the same.

"Not making me want to move any time soon there, Sourwolf."

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." Derek's voice is soft, a touch of his laughter audible. Stiles smiles at the sound of it. Can't help feeling a little proud and a lot happy that Derek sounds that way around him. He's definitely not the scowling brooder Erica described to him back when they first met.

"How's that?" Stiles asks, tilting his head up to meet Derek's eyes. They crinkle a bit at the corners with his smile.

"I'll surprise you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Maybe he's being a little slow, because the kiss does surprise Stiles. So much so that when Derek eventually pulls away, smiling enough to show off adorable bunny teeth, Stiles is one hundred percent speechless.

His mouth hangs open for a beat then a grin stretches so wide across his face his cheeks ache with it.

"Best surprise of my life," he finally manages to get out. His voice feels too loud in the quiet of the room, but Derek doesn't seem to mind. Just keeps smiling so bright he could power the sun.

"Mine, too," Derek whispers, eyes darting across Stiles' face like he's surprised - pleasantly so - that they're here.

This time it's Stiles who leans in and presses their lips together.

They wind up burning the pizza.

100 Fics That I Love #006

wolfish_willow — Sat, 04 Jan 2014 02:40:51 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #006

I have been horrible at LJ stuff for the last year. But it's the start of a brand new one and I want to start posting again. I really have been writing (though not as much as I should), but I haven't been able to finish anything in longer than I care to think about.

Recently, I got started thinking about something else I've yet to finish: 100 Fics That I Love.

Well, I'm going to change that. I may not have spent enough time writing the last year and a half, but boy have I done a lot of reading. And I'm going to start sharing some of my favorite fics with all of you. :D

This is #6 in my list, but #1 for this new year. It's one I just read this week and I kind of fell head over heels for it.

It's called Give Your Heart (a break)
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.

I started reading Glee fic a while back - it started with a crossover fic I'd read (Harry Potter/Glee) where I fell in love with Kurt Hummel all over again and needed more fic with him. When I stumbled my way around Glee fandom, trying to find fics that I love, I found a new guilty pleasure. That guilty pleasure?

Kurtbastian.

I love (adore) Klaine. My Glee cast playlist has all the Klaine songs right at the top. Come What May makes me cry every time I listen to it.

But Kurt/Sebastian, in fic? Love. (Love, love, love).

And this is my new favorite fic for the pairing. It might even stick as my favorite for a while - I know I'll be reading it again and again at least.

Here are some of the things that I love (love, love) about it:

- Kurt's voice. (That's a given, I'm sure). But really. The author has his voice down pat. He sounds so Kurt, his thoughts and actions and words are perfect. I like (adore) catty/sassy!Kurt, and this fic delivers just that, and more.

- While it is a bit Blaine-unfriendly, there is the acknowledgment that he and Kurt were best friends before they were boyfriends and there is no Blaine-bashing.

- Kurt and Sebastian's interactions. I'm a sucker for their back-and-forths. I think it's one of the main draws of this pairing for me, actually. Snark. Gotta love it.

- I don't know if it can be considered a slow burn, but the build up to Kurt and Sebastian getting together was perfect.

- Isabelle. I wish we could have seen more of her on the show. I love her and Kurt's relationship. Sure, he's just an intern but she really likes him and treats him so well (I maybe, kind of love, a lot, when people are awesome to Kurt and recognize how fabulous he is).

There is probably more I could say, because I really love this fic to pieces and can't wait to read it a second time (though I'm going to try and hold out for a couple weeks when it's not quite so fresh and I can experience the feels all over again). But I don't know how to put it to words. I just love everything about it.

And there will be more of these posts coming. I'm in the process of writing a list of at least 10 fics I'm going to post about, so that I don't have an excuse to stop again. :D

This entry was originally posted here.

I need prompts!

wolfish_willow — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 07:17:33 GMT

Halp! I am in serious need of prompts, guys. If you even still read my nearly non-existent posts anymore...

I know I haven't been on, like, at ALL. Haven't posted in what feels like forever. I have been writing still, really. I'm just stuck on ALL THE THINGS. _{(even the fic I'm supposed to be writing for a friend :( )} So, I'm finally showing my virtual face here and asking -_begging- for prompts.

Sam/Gabriel
Gabriel/Sam/Castiel
J2
...IDEK, even something General (or any of the other pairings you have seen me write before)

I can't guarantee that I will write for whatever prompts you leave, because ~words~ and I have not been getting along. But I'm really hoping that you guys might be able to jump start my muse a bit.

Please, please, PLEASE.

*puppy eyes of doom*

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

wolfish_willow — Fri, 01 Nov 2013 00:58:35 GMT

I hope everyone is having a happy (and safe) Halloween. Dress up, trick-or-treat, watch scary movies. Have fun!

Might post a pic of my pumpkin if I can manage to take a decent one. ;)

~ Willow

fic: This Part of Us Will Never Change

wolfish_willow — Thu, 25 Jul 2013 02:03:13 GMT

Title: This Part of Us Will Never Change
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,057
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. I make no profit from this. It's all for fun.
Summary: Based on a "Love Gives Me Hope" image, Jensen's decided to tell Jared that he's gay. Their park seems the best place to do it.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd. My friend read over the first draft, but hasn't even seen this new one yet. lol. I apologize for any glaring mistakes. @_@
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A pal of mine sent me this:

And then she sent me this.

And this is what happened :D

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This Part of Us Will Never Change

"Leave him alone!"

Jensen doesn't know why he thinks it's a good idea to yell at them. They're all bigger than him. But if they're big to him, they're practically giants to the kid they've been pushing around and it makes him mad.

"What did he ever do to you?"

He swallows, a little nervous when it looks like they're going to leave the kid alone and come after him instead. But cat-slant eyes look at him, wide and watery and hopeful and Jensen feels ten times bigger. When one of the bigger kids comes to shove his shoulder, Jensen really hopes his mama isn't looking before he pulls back his leg and kicks the bully in the shins.

Before any of his buddies even move, Jensen is grabbing the little kid's arm and running away with him. He feels like he can fly when he hears laughter next to him. He looks over and laughs, too, when he sees the wide, dimpled grin on the kid's face.

It feels like they've been running forever. There are no bigger kids following them and he has to stop to catch his breath. He slows down, not letting go of the boy's arm until they're standing under the shade of one of the wood-and-plastic forts.

"Thanks."

Jensen smiles down at him a little goofily, laughs again at the gap in his bottom teeth.

"Welcome."

"I'm Jared." His voice is a little softer and he looks down like he's shy. Jensen doesn't ever want Jared to be shy around him.

"I'm Jensen," he says, holding his hand out like he's seen his daddy do when he makes a new friend. Jared looks at it curiously before he takes it, laughing when Jensen shakes their hands up and down. "And you're gonna be my new best friend."

And when that Sunday Jensen sees Jared in the same Sunday school class he goes to, he knows he was right.

~*~

The park hasn't changed much since they were kids. It has little in the way of foot traffic while school is in session. There were a few moms out, walking their kids around in strollers. Some pushing them in swings, higher and higher. He passed a couple walking their dog when he first got here. But it's still nowhere near as busy as it used to get when he was little. But then, things always seems busier, louder, larger than life when he was a kid.

Maybe he should have chosen somewhere else to have this discussion with Jared.

They had outgrown the playground here long before high school - especially after Jared hit his first in a series of growth spurts - but Jensen still thought of it as their park. They had traded riding the swings for walking the paths. It's still a frequent stop for them now when Jensen joins Jared in walking his dogs.

The longer he stands here waiting, though, the less it matters that this is their park. It would have been fine, inviting Jared over to his apartment or going over there. Better, maybe, with the dogs acting as buffers in the less-open space - they both know Sadie likes him better.

But despite the almost queasy tension in his gut, Jensen feels telling Jared at their park makes the most sense. It's where they convinced their parents to let them pay after church every Sunday since their first Sunday school class together. Where they played pirates in the fortress ship with the plastic yellow helm.

~*~

"Who says you get to be cap'n again? You're always the cap'n, Jen!"

Jared pouts, his bottom lip sticking out but Jensen doesn't cave. He's... imm-une. That's what his mama says when she ignores his pouting, anyway.

"I say. I'm the biggest. You know that the biggest gets to be the captain."

Jared's nose scrunches up. It looks a lot cuter than when Jensen's baby sister does it. Probably because when Jared does it he's thinking. Jensen doesn't think Mackenzie thinks about anything except for her next bottle or getting picked up.

"One day I'm gonna be bigger than you. Way bigger!"

Jensen laughs, can't help it really. Jared's tiny, he's always been smaller than Jensen and he can't imagine a time when that could possibly change. But what's really funny is how serious Jared looks, eyes focused on him like a cat.

"We'll see," he says finally, ruffling Jared's floppy hair until it sticks up. "'Til then, I'm still the boss." Then he runs, climbing up to the helm of the pirate ship-fort before Jared realizes that his hair looks like a bird's nest.

~*~

The waiting is still close to driving him crazy, though.

Sitting on an empty bench finally gives him something else to focus on, something to do even if it's grumble to himself about the sudden cold permeating his jeans.

"Boo."

He whips his head around, nearly jumping out of his skin. A familiar booming laugh comes from behind him before he's pounced on by a pair of excited dogs. Jensen huffs and rolls his eyes at Jared.

"Shut up," he mutters with what is most definitely not a pout.

Jared only laughs harder when Sadie, fed up with being ignored by her favorite person, reaches up and licks his cheek. Some of his nerves fade under the attentions of Sadie and Harley. Petting them finally gives him something else to focus on and he appreciates it immensely.

"I missed you, too," Jensen coos, rubbing the sides of her neck.

"Fine, just ignore your best friend. I see how it is."

"She doesn't go around trying to scare people to death, do ya girl? No, you don't. Not a pretty thing like you."

Her tail wags with extra force at his baby-talk. He laughs when he catches sight of Jared's pout at being ignored. His puppy dog eyes could give actual puppies a run for their money - Jensen has no idea how he was able to ignore them when they were kids.

With a last pat, Jensen pushes Sadie off of him, smiling up at Jared.

"You have my undivided attention now, you overgrown puppy. I promise."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that you to? You wanted to talk, right?"

And just like that, the nerves are back in full force.

"Yeah," he manages to get out, bolstered by how even it sounds. "Yeah, there's something I wanted to tell you."

Jared nods, but doesn't press him to start talking. Instead, he knocks their arms together, leading them to one of the fenced off baseball fields, unhooking the dogs from their leashes. Harley takes off immediately, sniffing each base while Sadie follows more sedately, investigating the grass and dirt around the edges.

Jensen watches her, can't help but smile at the way she sneaks up on Harley even through the butterflies trying to fly out of his stomach.

"So, what's up?"

He turns to Jared, warmed by the concern plain in his impossible-to-define eyes - a hazel that changes colors with his environment. Now they're a mix of green and blue with a golden edge just around the pupil that Jensen could get lost in if he let himself.

Jensen shoves his hands into his pockets to keep from tugging at the hem of his shirt like some nervous little kid - even if that's a little how he feels. This man is his best friend, the most important person in his world since he was little. He's finding it a lot harder to just rip-off-the-band-aid than he expected. If Jared doesn't take the news well, if he thinks Jensen is somehow wrong or judges him, Jensen doesn't know what he'll do.

Taking a deep breath, he reminds himself that this is Jared. The best person he knows. There is always a chance that his best friend will judge him - he knows plenty of people at church who would - but he has to believe that Jared will be himself.

"I'mgay."

The words mash together in his haste to say them and Jared crinkles his eyebrows, concern giving way to confusion before the lines smooth out in understanding. But he never cringes, never shows any signs of an uncomfortable-Jared - hunching in or away or breaking eye contact - and Jensen feels most of his tension ease off.

Jared puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, smiling just enough that his dimples show. "It's getting a little chilly out here. How about we grab the dogs and stop off for some coffee before we get them home?"

Jensen signs in quiet relief. He really should have listened to the small voice in the back of his head - that sounds suspiciously like his mama - that Jared wouldn't care.

"Sounds good to me."

~*~

"I don't know how you can drink that stuff, Jen."

Jared wrinkles his nose and Jensen still thinks it's cuter when he does it than anyone else. He doesn't say anything, though, just takes another gulp of his coffee. He smacks his lips together exaggeratedly, laughing at the disgust on Jared's face.

"One day you're gonna like this just as much as I do."

Jared doesn't look like he believes him, but Jensen doesn't mind. No matter how tall Jared's gotten, his mom thinks he's too young to drink coffee. Jensen's been drinking it for a year now, has finally figured out what he likes best and what he can't stand, but it'll probably be another year before Jared's allowed to give it a fair shot.

"Somehow I doubt it."

Jensen shrugs, unconcerned. "I promise you, once your mama gives me permission I will find a coffee drink you like."

His friend stares at the cup in Jensen's hands warily, like it might jump out at him or something, but his face looks a bit more open now and Jensen knows he's won.

"I'll hold you to that."

Jensen grins.

~*~

Coffee is exactly what Jensen needs and the beginning of the walk back to Jared's apartment is spent in comfortable silence while he sips at his drink. It's black, but not too strong. Jared's drinking a hot chocolate beside him - the only coffee drinks he likes are the iced and blended ones and definitely not appropriate in this weather.

He feels himself smiling, happy with how comfortable this feels. Nothing's changed between them and it feels like a weight has been lifted from him.

Then a hand slips into his free one just outside of Jared's apartment building and he realizes that maybe things have changed between them.

"So, can we consider this our first date?"

Jensen beams but Jared continues before he gets the chance to say anything, leading them up the stairs.

"Though technically, Jensen, this could be our bazillionth."

Jensen squeezes Jared's hand gently as they come to a stop in front of Jared's door.

"Not the first or the bazillionth. How about considering this our third date?"

Jared doesn't lose his grin, but gains a confused crinkle just above his eyebrows. He would smooth it away, but Jensen doesn't want to let go of Jared's hand for anything yet.

"Why our third?"

"'Cause by now we'd be up to kissing. Maybe even making out... If I'm really lucky, there might even be some heavy petting."

He grins at Jared's full bodied laugh, only putting enough space between them that Jared can get the door open to let the dogs in.

With the dogs no longer underfoot and Jared's chuckles easing off, Jensen leans into Jared's space. Jared matches his movement, face moving closer when he pauses suddenly."

"Wait, you think I'm that easy?"

There is a moment of quiet, the both of them so close Jensen can feel Jared's breath - like chocolate - against his face. It's broken when they speak, his, "Only for me," overlapping Jared's, "Only for you."

Then they're kissing, clumsily walking through the door and Jensen feels those butterflies in his stomach again.

So maybe his confession changed something between them. But as Jared leads them to the couch, barely stopping long enough to put their empty cups down, Jensen decides he's okay with that.

~*~

A month later, and still going strong, Jensen knows he made the right choice.

So... it's been forever since I've posted anything...

wolfish_willow — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 05:10:59 GMT

...And the new layout for posting does not make me eager to use it... >_>

But I wanted to come and just post about whatever.

I have been writing, I promise! IDK that anyone out there really cares that I've been writing, but I have been. Nearly every day I write something, but I haven't managed to finish anything. I've got a J2 fic that I wrote, I'm planning on posting it in the next week. It's been "done" for a while, but it's going through a rewrite to expand it because I don't feel like it's really done yet.

Still working, slowly, on my Cinderella!Sam/Gabriel au fic. I found all of my chapter notes on it a couple weeks ago when going through my papers for my Novel Writing Class. I thought I'd lost them forever, so I nearly squeaked when I found them in class.

Realized in the last two weeks that I lost my Original Fiction story I'd been working on since the start of high school. I'd still been working on it up to the first semester of my Novel Writing Class last year. But my external harddrive got corrupted, then my laptop died. I hadn't had it backed up on anything else, and the e-mail I sent of it to a friend was so long ago that it's since been gotten rid of. *cries* I'm actually working on a rewrite from scratch and the first chapter is better than my original first chapter, but I know there are things I'll forget. 80/90 pages of work, just gone. :(

Some good news (imo), I found some old bunnies I'd planned on writing today. I was going through one of my old journal/notebooks. I found my original scenes from my Belle!Sam/Beast!Gabriel fic in there, as well as chapters of Mystery Spot Misunderstanding (omg, so long ago). But there were also two pages of bunnies for Sam/Gabriel, Jared/Jensen, and even one Superwho fic... I am pretty excited to start working on them, but I've got these other things I would like to finish first, you know?

There's a first time Sam/Gabriel fic with outsider!Sam I was working on around May of last year... It's reached ~6k words and then I just got stuck. I really like what I've written so far, but I need to figure out how to get them together and decide how I want to end it...

Another fic is a first time Sam/Gabriel with Sam having been split into two Sams: confident!Sam and insecure!Sam. I've gotten...~5k words of it written. I know how it ends. I know how I want to get there. But every time I open up the doc to work on it, I'm unable to figure out exactly how to make it work. I'm stuck on just how to create the confrontation that I know I need between the characters. >.<

Oh, and to my shame, I have been writing a fiction in a completely different fandom. I have about 45-50 pages (teeny pages in my little True Blood notebook I got at Comic Con last year) of HP re-sorting fic written. IDEK what I'm doing with it. I just know that I got the idea for it sometime last year or so and have been writing it in short little spurts over the last couple months. I actually really like what I've written so far, but I feel so bad that I've gotten so much more written for that than any of my OTP. ;_;

I've been tempted to just post what's written and hoping that any comments I get will motivate me to get them done. But I did the WIP-posting thing with Mystery Spot Misunderstanding. Getting so many comments was amazing, but I hate keeping readers waiting for so long in between, especially w/ no guarantee that it will get finished for a really long time.

So yeah, there's a bit of an update for anyone who is interested. :D

*randomness*

~ Willow

2012 Wishlist

wolfish_willow — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 16:37:09 GMT

Yay! I'm so excited that it's Wishlist time again. I'm heading out this week to get stamps and holiday cards so I can do some wishlist-fulfilling of my own. :D Until then, why not have a look at my list of wishes for 2012? ^-^

Step One

- Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

- If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two

- Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

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1. Give your animals some lovin'! It seems silly, I know, but it makes me so upset when I see people own animals and never seem to give them attention. Spoil 'em a little. ;)

2. Christmas cards/care packages/anything handwritten. Fanfiction or your favorite quotes, anything. I really love getting things in the mail that aren't junk and it puts such a huge smile on my face when I find a card in the mail just for me. :D

3. Supernatural magazine issues. I'd been a subscriber when it first came out, but when I renewed something didn't take and it never happened. And all the copies I did own got destroyed when it rained and water leaked through the roof into the garage where I'd been storing them. :'(

4. Fanfiction. I adore when a fic is written with me in mind.
Supernatural (slash or gen) - hurt!Sam and Sam/Gabriel are definite faves of mine. :D
SPN RPS - J2, Jared/JDM, Jared/RSJ, etc.
Smallville - Clex
Harry Potter (slash or gen) - Harry-centric, Harry/Ron, Drarry, hurt!Harry is a fave of mine. I like my fave characters hurt and then comforted afterwards, LOL

5. Wallpaper/desktop backgrounds. I love having nice backgrounds on my desktop and it's even better when I know the background is something that was made for me. It's something to brighten my day whenever I sign on. Sam Winchester, Sam/Gabriel, Harry Potter, Clex. Anything, really.

6. Art for any of my fics. It's such a great feeling when someone does art or makes a podfic for one of my fics.

7. A writing sprints partner. Really. I haven't written in months and part of it is me being unmotivated. I had a friend online who I used to sprint with all last year. We kept each other motivated and had fun, but she distanced herself from fanfiction and LJ overall months ago. I was doing fine for a while on my own, but since May I've had trouble writing more than a couple hundred words a month. It might help to have someone writing with me that I can help motivate as much as they're helping me. :D

8. To be able to go to Disneyland sometime in the next year. I haven't been in years and I would love to visit the happiest place on earth again.

9. To hopefully find a job so I can help out around here. (I can wish, lol)

10. Anything from my Amazon Wishlist (or my Amazon Books Wishlist). And/or any gifts cards (movie theaters, best buy, barnes&noble, etc.)

PM or e-mail me (lupins_furry_lil_prblm@hotmail.com) for my snail mail addy if you want to send a card/gift in the mail. :D

fic: Kinda, Sorta, Maybe

wolfish_willow — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 00:11:03 GMT

Title: Kinda, Sorta, Maybe...
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG, maybe. Feels like it's pushing it, lol.
Word Count: 1,569
Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or it's characters. I am just writing this for fun, not profit.
Spoilers/Warnings: None, so long as you know who Gabriel is you should be fine.
Summary: Sam thinks Gabriel is the best thing that's ever happened to him

A/N: This is the first thing I've been able to write from start-to-finish in months. Nearly a year... It feels amazing, having the inspiration to write something again, I can't even tell you. And I owe it all to priceless_pixie who showed me this pic and told me to write fic for it. She didn't even mind that it came out as my OTP instead of the pairing she probably meant for me to write. *-*

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Sam's jaw drops when he walks into the motel room. Or what he thought was the motel room.

There's no sign of the obnoxious, migraine inducing paisley wallpaper or too small beds or even the little motel table with chairs that he was expecting. Instead the room that greets him is big, bigger than any of the motels they've ever stayed in. It looks more like an apartment; there's a kitchen a little ways in and to the left, large and complete with a center island. A living room is on the right, but what catches Sam's attention and breath is the elaborately laid out dinner in the little dining area in front of the kitchen.

Pocketing his key, Sam walks further into the room. He smiles softly at the layout on the square, dark dining table. Two candlesticks burn brightly, giving off a dim glow. There's a salad on each of the two plates; big and full of all the vegetables he loves but can't seem to find in the diners they always inevitably wind up in.

"What do you think?"

He isn't at all surprised when he looks up to find Gabriel standing across from him. His smile grows and he walks around the table to stand in front of the angel who never ceases to surprise him. Reaching out an arm, Sam grabs the edge of Gabriel's jacket and tugs until there's no space between them.

"I think that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, that's what."

Gabriel grins and stretches up on his toes to press a quick but firm kiss over Sam's lips.

"Glad you finally figured that out, kiddo."

Sam throws his head back and laughs. A fuzzy-happy feeling he's been getting more used to experiencing since Gabriel first kissed him warms his chest. It grows when he feels Gabriel fingers wrap around his wrist and leads him to his seat; going so far as to pull out the chair and waiting until Sam's been seated before sitting himself.

With a graceful flourish, Gabriel pours them each a glass of wine; something Sam still hasn't developed much knowledge on but enjoys the taste of anyways. The food is amazing. Dean doesn't understand Sam's love of salads and vegetables and basically anything that's even remotely nutritional but Sam really can't get enough of the fresh taste of tomatoes and lettuce. It's something he'll never grow tired of after so many greasy meals eaten with his brother in diners that think fried chicken thrown onto some wilted lettuce makes a salad.

Sam looks up with a smitten smile he doesn't even try to conceal. "You've really outdone yourself this time," he says softly, taking a sip of his wine.

Gabriel just grins back and reaches across the table to grab one of Sam's hands. Fingers rub small circles on the inside of his wrist, sending goosebumps up his arms. That warm feeling comes back in full force when Gabriel lets go and starts eating his own salad. Sam knows that Gabriel doesn't need to eat, though he's developed a fondness for sweets since his stint as a Trickster. When he does choose to eat, it's almost always something made with copious amounts of sugar. Seeing Gabriel sitting across from him, choosing to eat something he wouldn't normally touch, just because he knows it's Sam's favorite, and acting like it's the most natural thing in the world means more to Sam than it probably should.

Their first course is eaten quietly, but the mood in the room is relaxed and comfortable. More than once Sam feels Gabriel's feet trap one of his own between them and one of his hands is almost always occupied with one of Gabriel's. It's nice to just be for a little while; no Dean to ruin the moment accidentally-on-purpose when it gets too uncomfortable for him but is unwilling to leave the room. No urgent phone calls or Castiel flying in with a hunt that just can't wait. It's the best dinner Sam's had in longer than he can remember, and it's not just because the salad tastes better than any he's had before.

They finish the mixed greens together, Sam marveling just a little at how the last bite is just as crisp as the first. In the blink of an eye the plates are vanished, only to be replaced by two more. Each has a cut of what looks and smells like the best pot roast Sam has ever seen. Baked potatoes and a side of maple glazes carrots round out the meal and Sam can't help but steal a kiss before he takes his hand back to cut into the meat.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this special treatment, but if this is what it gets me I'll try to do it more often."

Gabriel chuckles and winks across the table. The angel steals Sam's hand again once he's finished cutting everything into manageable pieces. It's almost enough to melt him right where he's sitting, this casual affection.

When they've cleared their plates, Gabriel snaps the hand not currently holding Sam's and a small silver platter filled with chocolate eclairs appears at the center of the table. Sam's eyes widen. His face is starting to hurt with the force of his smile but there's nothing in the world that could take it away in this moment.

He'd never gotten the chance to try an eclair before Gabriel. There were a lot of things, desserts mainly, that he'd never tried. Even in those years at college, he stuck to the familiar. There was nothing abnormal about eating a slice of apple pie after dinner and if it came with added comforting reminder of his big brother, no one had to know but him. He hadn't given much thought to the things he'd been missing out on, hadn't even thought of it that way until Gabriel found out just how many things he'd yet to taste. Since then the angel had made it something of a personal mission to make sure Sam tried just about everything he could, and find out what Sam liked best. Eclairs beat everything else by a landslide.

Each pastry is bite sized and looks so good he's sure his mouth is watering. Sam's heart melts a little when Gabriel lifts one in front of him, intent on feeding it to him. He obediently opens his mouth, lets Gabriel set a bite sized morsel on his tongue and accidentally-on-purpose catches one of Gabriel's fingers in his mouth when he closes it.

Amber eyes darken when Sam pulls away, savoring the burst of chocolate and Gabriel on his tongue. He swallows, feeling warm all over at being on the other end of such an intense gaze; he wouldn't trade it for the world. He's about to return the favor, but Gabriel catches his hand before he can grab one of the eclairs. Sam looks at him, confused, until he sees the smirk on Gabriel's face. The angel leans forward, capturing Sam's lips in another kiss. He doesn't hesitate to run his tongue along the seam of Sam's lips. Sam opens to him easily, glad he's sitting down because as sappy as it sounds, he's sure he'd be a little weak in the knees after this. As it is, he's feeling dazed and knows there's a ridiculous smile stretched across his face when Gabriel leans back.

"Definitely the best thing that's ever happened to me," Sam breathes out, voice barely a whisper but easily heard in the quiet of the room.

Gabriel's smirk softens, shifts to a real smile. He lets go of one of Sam's hands to smooth the backs of his fingers over Sam's cheek. The touch is light and barely-there but still sends sparks along his skin, causes him to shiver again. It's touches like these that he thinks he missed most when he was alone. Dean will clap him on the shoulder or the back. They'll scuffle or check each other over for injuries. But the little touches, brief caresses between him and someone who cares enough about him to give them without comment are more than he'd hoped for after he lost Jess. Even as his chest still clenches at the thought, he finally feels like he can move on to something else. Like maybe he can be happy with someone again, if Gabriel is willing to be that someone.

The look on Gabriel's face tells Sam that maybe he is.

"You want to know what I think, Sammy?"

Sam smiles at the nickname, butts his cheek against Gabriel's fingers. "What's that?"

"I think that I kinda... sorta... maybe like you a lot more than I originally planned."

"Yeah?" Sam asks breathlessly, feeling his cheeks heating up at the way Gabriel's looking at him, as though he's looking past Sam, seeing something beyond him; like he's looking straight through to his soul.

"Yeah."

Gabriel nods, no hesitation in his voice or the gesture and Sam feels like he could just about float off his chair.

"Well, I think that I kinda, sorta, maybe like you a lot more than I originally planned, too."

The grin that spreads across Gabriel's face is brighter than the sun. Sam can't help but lean forward and pull the angel - his angel - into another kiss.

END

fic: How Jared and CM2 met... inspired by an ad ;)

wolfish_willow — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 11:24:08 GMT

So, I was chatting with my friend, priceless_pixie, when she linked me to a hilarious Craig's List Ad. She told me to tell her who it sounded like, and there was no question. I mean, really, it's like every Chad ever written in a fic was meshed together and wrote that ad. So, of course, I had to write something for it. Please enjoy. <3 _{You should totally read the ad before you read this little snippet, it'll make way more sense...}

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Jared isn't entirely sure what he expected when he decided to answer the ad he saw on Craig's List. Someone just as eccentric looking as their post had been, maybe. Definitely not the squinty-eyed blond standing in his doorstep with a smile on his face that just spelled trouble.

"Konichiwa," squinty-eyes says, grinning wolfishly. "The most kick-ass fucking roommate has arrived."

He feels his mouth curving up without his permission. The guy is standing up straight, no sign of a slouch, and confident. A chuckle lodges somewhere in Jared's chest and he can feel it ready to bubble over and out of him. Before it can overwhelm him, he sticks out a hand.

"Jared," he says with what must be an overly amused smile, but the guy doesn't seem to mind.

"Mayhem," the guy answers, taking Jared's hand in a firm grip. "But my friends call me Chad on occasion."

There's no way he can hold in his laughter at that and Jared shakes his head, stepping back and letting Chad in. "All right then, Mayhem. Come on in."

END

fic: Leaning on You

wolfish_willow — Sun, 09 Sep 2012 03:11:44 GMT

Title: Leaning on You
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,367
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they belong to Kripke and co. This was done for fun, not profit.
Warnings/Spoilers: …some violence. If you know who Gabriel is, you're good
Summary: A run in with a couple angels finds Sam on the wrong end of an angel's blade.

Notes: Just a little hurt!Sam fic that I wrote months ago (during Sabriel Week). I didn't post it then because I wanted to make it longer, but no matter how many times I've looked at it I just haven't been able to add anything on. So now I want to post it because it's been forever since I posted a fic of mine.
Notes 2: Unbeta'd. I've read it over a couple times, but feel free to point out any typos so that I can fix them. :D

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Ice.

That's the first sensation Sam felt when it happened.

Like ice was stabbing into his side. It throbbed, a dull pulse he barely felt beside the cold.

Then the angel twisted the blade, tearing flesh and muscle and the cold numb became a burning fire racing through his side and sending him tumbling to his knees. Even when the blade was wrenched free, it still felt like he was being torn in two. Worse than any bullet he'd taken in the past; worse than what little he remembered of the time he'd been stabbed clean through when Anna sent them to the past.

The angel sneered down at him with her borrowed face, raising the glinting silver weapon for a killing blow that he had no hope to dodge. He closed his eyes, curling into himself in as much a feeble attempt to curb the pain as to protect himself. There was no getting away this time, no last minute save. Sam thought maybe he should care that he would be dying – maybe permanently this time – but there was no fear or worry; only a sense of calm, that he would face whatever the afterlife had prepared for him.

Dean yelled from somewhere ahead of him, sounding far away even though Sam knew his brother had only been on the other side of the room when they got ambushed by a pair of angels looking to earn a promotion by taking down the 'infamous Winchester boys'. Blinking sluggishly, Sam wanted to find his brother, to look at him one more time before he was gone – there was little chance he'd get the chance to see him again in Heaven, Sam hadn't held out hope to find his way back there since they were brought back.

There wasn't any time, though. Any second, the angel would slice their blade across his throat or stab it into his chest and relish the moment his life drained from his body.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut tight, wishing to see his brother but not willing to look up and have his last sight be the angel about to kill him. His entire body was tensed, knuckles white where his hands were clenched into fists. Sweat trickled down to pool, just under his shirt, at the small of his back, and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion; taking an eternity to come to a head.

Nothing happened.

Breath caught in his chest, aching to be let out. Sam opened his eyes. He cautiously peered up to find the angel frozen in her spot, mid-swing. His pain-addled mind wasn't sure he was seeing things correctly and it took another moment before he realized how quiet the room had become. The only sounds he could make out were his harried breathing and the rush of blood pumping in his ears.

Wind whipped through the room with a flutter of wing beats, a cool relief to his overheated body. Sam squinted against it, arms too heavy to lift over his head. Too tired to care.

Another angel, he thought with an odd sort of detachment.

He wasn't wrong, though he wouldn't have guessed which angel would appear just beside the one who'd been trying to kill him.

Eyes usually the color of caramel flashed gold and powerful and ancient as they took in the scene. With a snap of the angel's fingers, the heavy silence lifted but the other angels – the one who'd had Dean backed into the far wall as well as the one who'd stabbed Sam – were gone.

"Sammy!"

Dean's voice filtered in again, closer than it had been before and as comforting and familiar as the hands that caught him when his knees refused to hold his weight any longer.

"Sam… Sam, answer me, damnit!"

Gabriel stood just behind Dean, shoulders tense and shifting and twitching back. Sam had the sudden, hazy thought that his wings might be on this plane, larger than life but invisible to everyone around. With more effort than it should have taken, Sam forced his eyes away from the angel who was looking anywhere but at him, alert for any further danger.

"Dean," he bit out through a clenched jaw. The wound still pulsed, like someone had taken a hot poker to his side rather than an angel's blade.

"Right here, Sammy," Dean said, a hand coming up to frame one half of Sam's face, fingers cradling the back of his head and thumb just over his cheek. It was a position Sam had been familiar with since even before he'd known about the family business; whenever he'd fallen off his bike or gotten a scraped knee, big brother was there to check him over and make things better. He let himself lean into the touch, just a little, hissing when Dean's other hand pressed into the wound.

"Get with the healing, already."

The words came out strained with the anger Dean was holding back. Sam wished he could do something more to assure his brother that he was alright, but it was hard to focus beyond the burning in his side and the growing headache pounding at his temples. All he could do was keep his eyes on his brother's face and curl a hand over the one his brother was using to stem the bleeding, even as Dean looked back over his shoulder at Gabriel.

He caught movement in the corner of his eye, the brush of fingertips at his forehead, but the relief that action usually brought did not come. The burning eased, became something more bearable. He blew out a breath and felt some tension drain away, but the pain was still there even as the bleeding stopped.

"It's still – "

Sam was cut off by Gabriel's fingers sliding from his forehead. They ran through his hair, soothing his scalp in a way that normally turned Sam into little more than a puddle of goo.

In a blink, the world shifted around them. Sam winced when he found himself laid out on his back. But the bed was soft, softer than the one in the motel they had just vacated, and it only took a second to relax into the pillows under his head.

Dean was by his side, barely sparing a moment to glare at Gabriel, before checking Sam over with his eyes. Sheets were cool against his back and Sam realized his shirt was gone. He was too tired to care when there was still a steady, dull throb in his side and he glanced down curiously to find that his side was already bandaged up in white gauze. When his brother moved to check the dressings, Sam turned his head and looked up at where Gabriel leaned back against the headboard next to him.

"Can't do any more than that, kiddo. Wounds from an angel blade have gotta heal on their own. You're lucky she got you where she did, no danger of dying."

The angel sent Dean a glare of his own when his brother scoffed. His eyes were back to amber again, but as fierce as they had been when he first found them in the motel.

"It's the truth. You act like you've never stitched him up for a stab wound before. Don't act all high and mighty, Winchester. You and your father got Sam into worse scrapes than this one and at least with me you've got a good place to hide away while he recovers."

Sam looked at his brother, forcing back the inappropriate warmth spreading in his chest that had nothing to do with the wound at his side and everything to do with the fierce protection and love that he could hear beneath everything his angel said. It was the same voice his brother used when defending Sam, (even when self-doubt crept up on Sam and weighed down his shoulders until Dean knocked some sense into him with a big helping of 'No one gets to put that look on my brother's face, not even himself.'). Dean opened his mouth to argue, shoulders straight and body held tense and ready for a fight.

"Guys!" Sam interrupted before his brother could start, "He's right, Dean. This could have been worse. Hell, it has been worse before. We'll deal. Now both of you shut up. I'm tired, my head hurts, and I just want to sleep."

Dean looked like he still wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and rolled his eyes. He shoved Sam's shoulder, just enough to jostle him but not badly enough that it bothered his side.

"You need all the beauty sleep you can get, Samantha."

"Bite me, jerk."

Gabriel chuckled and Sam felt him settle down.

A reassuring pat on his shoulder caught Sam's attention again and he smiled sleepily at his brother. Dean gave him another quick once over, giving Sam – and then Gabriel, like Sam couldn't take care of himself – a pointed look. Sam rolled his eyes and laughed at Dean's muttered, "Bitch," before he moved to the second bed.

Brow crinkling, Sam looked back at Gabriel and found himself faced with a sheepish grin he wasn't used to seeing.

"I figured your brother won't let you outta his sight for awhile and I'm really not up to sharing a bed with your brother." They both ignored the indignant snort from the other bed, "Wasn't worth the fight when I could just snap up another bed."

"Works for me," Sam said, feeling the words run together.

Gabriel smiled, a real smile, and ran a hand over his forehead. The beginnings of his headache eased away. His eyelids grew heavy; he blinked and it was like they'd been turned to lead with the amount of effort it took to try opening them again.

"Shhh, Sam," Gabriel whispered. His voice was closer, just in front of him, breath tickling the top of Sam's head. The angel brushed his hair back behind his ear, repeating it over and over, slow and easy. Sam was helpless to stay awake with the sound of his brother's breathing one bed over and his lover so close and warm.

***

He woke up to the smell of coffee, Gabriel's hand running through his hair. A slow smile spread across his face and he moved to roll onto his side and wrap an arm around the angel's waist, but was stopped by a warm hand on his chest.

"Wha?"

Blinking, Sam wrinkled his nose when Gabriel chuckled and poked the tip of it. All he wanted to do was cuddle up closer to his angel and he got poked in the nose for it. That didn't seem very fair, he thought with a pout.

Gabriel soothed a warm hand in small circles over Sam's chest and hummed. "You're not quite up to laying on your side just yet, Samcakes."

It was only when Gabriel's hand swept down and skirted the edges of the gauze that Sam remembered the wound at his side. The throbbing was gone, a fact that let him relax into the mattress. He still felt it, though, like any other stab wound he'd gotten only a touch more intense.

"Right," he breathed, letting his head fall back on his pillow with a sigh.

Gabriel leaned up until Sam could see him, their lips only a breath apart. His lips were turned down, no sign of a smirk at the edges and it made Sam's chest clench that Gabriel was worried about him. "If I could have done more..," the angel said, trailing off and shaking his head.

Sam lifted a hand to cup Gabriel's cheek and pull him into a soft kiss. "You did what you could. More than you had to, and I'm fine. I'm just a bit more like Dean than I like to admit, it sucks being laid up in bed."

The serious frown melted into a leer, smirk back in full force. Gabriel waggled his eyebrows. "I'm sure some sucking could be arranged."

A laugh burst out of Sam hard enough to cause the stitches in his side to pull. He sucked in a breath, but waved away the growing concern in Gabriel's eyes, chuckling when Dean groaned from the other bed.

"There is not enough brain bleach in the world to deal with you two."

"Dude. Like I've never had to deal with you and your conquests."

Dean scoffed. Sam watched him sit up, swinging his jean-clad legs over the edge of the bed. "Yeah, well. That's different."

"Different how?" Sam challenged, raising an eyebrow and fighting to hold in a laugh at the way Dean's hair was sticking out on the side.

His brother seemed to catch on anyways, throwing him one of his 'say it and die' glares. "Because I said so, that's why."

"Whatever, dude." Sam shook his head, no longer able to hold back his snort. Dean huffed and rushed past them.

He felt Gabriel shaking where the angel's chest was pressed against his. They laughed together, foreheads touching when Dean slammed the door to what Sam assumed was the bathroom.

"How do you think he'd react if I – "

"No pranks, Gabriel," Sam interrupted firmly.

Gabriel pouted, bottom lip sticking out temptingly. Caramel eyes were wide and watery but Sam wasn't falling for it. "No. If I'm going to be stuck in this bed for who knows how long, there will be no pranking of any kind. Understood?"

Gabriel opened his mouth and Sam, seeing the argument in his eyes, cut him off before he could start. "Understood?"

Nodding, the angel's pout didn't let up.

"Thank you," Sam sighed, lifting his head just enough to draw Gabriel's pouted lip between his teeth. The angel relaxed against him, opening up to him despite Sam's morning breath.

"Oh come on!"

They broke apart, and Sam turned to Dean with a grin on his face. Gabriel pushed off of him, taking up his spot from the night before – leaning against the headboard, right beside Sam – and buried his fingers into Sam's hair. Sam figured if he was stuck here for a while, this wasn't a bad way to spend it.

What an awesome bday this year!

wolfish_willow — Sun, 26 Aug 2012 03:45:05 GMT

First of all:

And BIG, HUGE, GINORMOUS "THANK YOU" to everyone who sent me birthday wishes yesterday. You have no idea how loved you guys made me feel when I read your messages. You guys are all awesome! *smishes you all tight*

My birthday was really fun. My mom gave my sister and I money to go to my favorite restaurant for breakfast. I got an awesome omelette and the waitress put a candle in my blueberry muffin and sang "Happy Birthday". Then Big Sis went to work and I babysat my niece. My parents went out to a casino (part of why my mom paid for us to go to breakfast, I think, is that she felt bad about dad wanting to go out on my bday rather than wait for next week. But really, getting the house mostly to myself was really a present, in my opinion). Bestie and her boyfriend came over around, IDK, 5 or something. He grilled some burgers for dinner and we all watched "We're Back". I jumped up and down when bestie told me she brought it over. I'd just told my younger sister a few days ago how much I wanted to watch that movie again (we only own it on LaserDisc, so I can't just pop it in anytime), so it was really awesome timing.

Then everyone got home (the only dark spot on the day was my younger sister. She acted like it was so annoying to have to be at my birthday and wait for the whole 15 minutes for my ice cream cake to thaw before we could do candles and presents. And she kept making really mean comments about my bestie just loud enough to antagonize us) and we had my Oreo ice cream cake.

Bestie made me an awesome card:

I was really excited about it. We had this whole conversation at Comic Con with me moaning that I'd probably be a Hufflepuff and she was adamant that, even though I'm crazy shy and scared a lot, I'm still a Gryffindor through and through. hee

I wasn't really expecting much in the way of presents this year. My bday kind of took everybody by surprise (my parents thought it was on Sunday, so mom said she was really lucky that she happened across the things she got me by chance or I would have had to wait, LOL). I thought I was getting one thing and I was totally cool with that because I got a cake and decorations and got to go to breakfast and have a breakfast dinner at a restaurant Downtown. ANYWAYS.

My presents are so cool. Big Sis got me an iHome, a little portable speaker for my iPod. I have to lug out my huge karaoke machine every time I want to listen to music while I'm cleaning the house, because it has a cassette player, and I only have a tape adapter. But now I can just connect my iPod to my little speaker and listen to that while I'm doing the dishes. *-* It's so cool.

Then Mom gave me a bag with my presents.

I've wanted a Captain America shirt since the movie first came out, but couldn't ever justify spending so much on a shirt myself. So this is great. :D

And then. AND THEN.

Isn't it so cool? UNF. Now I have a new little thing to add to my table of stuff to show off. (I got the Captain America Shield Launcher for Christmas, so yeah). I love it.

But then, Mom comes out with another present. I'm completely shocked because I thought that the two was it, right? She wasn't able to wrap it, so I had to close my eyes when they brought it out. She passed it to Travis (bestie's bf) and he put it on the table in front of me. (It totally tipped over and smacked my nose while my eyes were closed. It was hilarious).

I opened my eyes and pulled this big thing out of its bag, no idea what it could be.

Then.

IT'S A NUTCRACKER ADVENT CALENDAR FOR CHRISTMAS. I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED AN ADVENT CALENDAR. I SAY IT EVERY YEAR WHEN I SEE THEM IN THE STORES BUT I NEVER BUY ONE. AND IT'S NUTCRACKERS.

A bit of backstory. I collect nutcrackers. I have four regular Christmas ones. I have one that's a Wolfman (it was a bday present last year). I have a Sherlock Holmes one, a pirate one. A calendar one, with the days for the month. And I have two bigger ones (a golf one with the year "07" on it and the other is a normal one, just bigger than my others). I have a little set in a box of them, they're all smaller than my hand, and I think there are 20 in the case. Then my parents have two BIG ones (they reach to just below my chest) that guard the fireplace all year round. They've told me that whenever I move out, I get to take those with me. THAT IS HOW MUCH I LOVE NUTCRACKERS. I LOVE THEM. AND I LOVE ADVENT CALENDARS. THIS PRESENT COMBINES TWO OF MY GREAT LOVES. *dances*

Then my younger sister left. My parents went to bed, as well as my niece and Big Sis. Bestie and Travis and I stayed up and watched "Three Musketeers" because I love it and bestie hadn't seen it yet. I asked her to braid my hair (I adore having my hair played with and brushed and braided and yes) and she did this really cool kind of fish tail thing or something where it curved inwards. It was pretty and took over an hour to finish (my hair is a little long and a lot uncooperative). Then when that movie was over, they said we could watch "Thor" or "Captain America" because they know how much I love those movies. I chose Cap, obvs, and we watched that.

Bestie told me that she thinks, if I were an animal, I'd be a wolf. Because she thinks I'd be fluffy and she knows that I can be vicious when I decide I don't want to take anymore crap. And I'm loyal. I felt pretty awesome when she told me that, 'cause I'm a total werewolf at heart.

Then it was, like, after 3 in the morning and time for them to go because I had to get up early-ish for my bday "dinner" (which was really lunch because we went before my younger sister had to go to work today).

In conclusion, this birthday ROCKS.

Aaaaaand. We might watch the two "Thing" movies tonight if we can get the theater room from my parents (or convince them to watch with us).

Old News because I'm lame, but my Comic-Con Friday

wolfish_willow — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 01:57:54 GMT

And it was even /better/ than the first day, omg.

We got there around six that morning. We wanted to see the Firefly reunion panel. Thankfully, even though we were pretty far back in line, we still managed to get there early enough that we were able to get into the Ballroom when they finally started letting everyone in. :D It was amazing. Completely amazing. The fans all stood up to applaud Joss and the cast and everyone.

After that, bestie wanted to go and try and get Steve Blum's autograph on her Cowboy Bebop DVDs. It was a bit of a hassle to figure out where we needed to go, but we found it and there was barely even a wait/line. She was so excited.

Then. THEN. We were walking down a ways to look for a booth her bf liked. We walked by this graphic novel booth and I happen to turn and look and who do I see standing there?

Chad Michael Murray.

I spazzed a little. Went, "That... That.... That.... Is Chad Michael Murray!" only more quiet and squeaky and addressed to bestie. She tried to get me to go up to him and say hi, but I was way too scared and embarrassed and shy. So we walked away, found one of the booths her bf liked, but they didn't have what he wanted. I kept thinking about how upset I was at myself for being too scared to go up to him for anything. Then bestie's bf texted her to say he was hungry (he went to different panels all day, and we forgot to give him his share of his lunch before we separated). So we needed to go back the other direction and I asked bestie if we could look for that graphic novel booth again. Figured he probably wouldn't be there anymore because it had taken us forever to find the other booth. Was like a wild goose chase.

But he was still there. I found where the line started. Bestie asked if it was the line for Chad and they said yes. They asked if I'd gotten the book yet. When I said 'no', they got a hesitant look on their faces, but bestie told them I wanted to buy it (which I was about to say, so I don't feel too bad about her doing it for me). Got the book, wrote down my name on a slip of paper so that he'd know who to sign it to. My hand was shaking so bad, I'm surprised I was able to write legibly.

He was so nice, oh my gosh. Shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me. Asked me what I do. I told him that I babysit my niece (bestie told him I write fanfiction and I about /died/ because you don't tell them that, but he told me that was really cool and that I'd be up where he is someday and they'd be reading my book, so that was /amazing/). Then he let me take a picture with him (it's actually a good picture, which I thought was impossible because I hate any pictures taken of me). And he looked down, saw my Supernatural shirt, pointed at it and said "Jared's getting here tonight." I'm like, "What?". "His plane's coming in tonight, I'm gonna take him out for a cocktail."

OMFG, my life has nearly been made. All I need now is to somehow meet Jared Padalecki. I can't even.

Oh, and for those of you who wondered. Yes. He does smell like cake.

;)

100 Fics That I Love - #005

wolfish_willow — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 22:24:36 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #005

It's been forever since I did one of these, but I'm so excited to be getting back into it. :D I'd gotten sidetracked by having to visit my grandmother out of state and then when I got back I'd spent all my time catching up on stuff I missed. But no more! I want to get back into doing these fairly regularly.

ANYWAYS, the fic I've chosen for this one is another one not in the SPN fandom.

It's called Resident Bad Ass
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Rating: Going by ff.net it's T. I'd say PG-13?
Summary: A man's reputation is what other people think of him, his character is what he really is.

I found this while I was scrolling through cmficfinders to see if there were any good Criminal Minds fic. I'd ventured to that stuff before but hadn't found anything that kept me really invested in the fic. Luckily, this time around I found quite a few fics that I enjoyed. A few of those will get mentioned later on. ;)

Some of the things I like about it, specifically:

- Reid's mouth. No, really. Okay, I mean his wit and words, but still. I'm guilty of being one of the people who adores Reid and Reid-centric fic whenever I'm in a Criminal Minds-fic kind of mood. One of my favorite things about him is how smart he is, especially when he gets to be more confident. And he shows those smarts and wit in this fic.

- Protective!Reid. I'm all for fic where Reid is the one being protected. I'm all about the hurt/comfort. But there is something so… unf about Reid being protective over his friends. Especially his best friend. I think I've developed a bit of a ~thing for it. hee. I also might go a little shivery at the smile he gives when he gets his way. Heh.

- The kiss. I am not normally one for fic where the characters are fighting and all of a sudden they're all over each other. It doesn't usually translate well as UST for me and I'm left unsatisfied because the characters never actually resolved what made them so angry in the first place. But I actually love the way the kiss is done in this fic. I even had to say so in my comment to the author because I loved it so much. :D

- Even with the protective!Reid, there's still a smidge of hurt!Reid in there and that just makes my day. ;) Because I'm one of those crazy people who seems to love seeing their favorite character hurt (so long as he gets saved/comforted/helped, of course).

- I love Hotch in this. Because he's the only one who really knows what the hell is going on before anyone else and it makes me LOL.

This entry was originally posted here.

fic: Cool Relief

wolfish_willow — Thu, 17 May 2012 19:24:02 GMT

Title: Cool Relief
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit. Characters belong to Kripke and co.
Word Count: 565
Summary: Gabriel takes care of Sam when he's sick.
Notes: I have a couple WIPs I'm trying to work on, but being away for a couple weeks messed with the momentum I had going before I left. enmuse gave me the prompts "popsicle" or "ice cream" to try and jump start something and this is what came of it. I didn't quite keep it within 100-500 words, but it didn't get away from me the way the other two fics I'm working on have.
Notes 2: I apologize if this is no good. I just wanted to post something because it's fun and I actually managed to finish it. Lololol (also, I know the title sucks, but it was that or "Untitled", LOL)

Gabriel hates seeing his lover sick, hates it even more that Sam refuses to let him take it away. He understands, respects even, the Winchester's unwillingness to rely on Castiel and him for help in everything. Becoming too dependent on a couple of angels for every little thing will only hurt them in the long run. He knows that. But being unable to heal Sam leaves Gabriel feeling antsy and helpless in a way that he hates.

Sam sniffles miserably. Gabriel frowns and sits next to his human. Reaching out a hand, he rubs the tips of his fingers in small circles on Sam's forehead. Sam lets out a rattling but relieved breath, tired eyes falling closed.

"Danks…" he says, rough voice betraying a sore throat.

"Shhh," Gabriel tries to soothe.

One of Sam's hands slides out from under the blanket. Gabriel feels long fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. He rubs Sam's head a little more firmly.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Gabriel asks, keeping his voice soft.

Sam sniffles again, curling in closer to the Gabriel. He lets go of Gabriel's shirt, instead wrapping his arm across the angel's lap. Sleepy, bloodshot eyes blink up at him. There is nothing he wants more than to snap this all away. His fingers slide further back into Sam's hair. It's tangled and a little sweaty from the slight fever he's had but Gabriel doesn't mind.

"A popsigle?" Sam asks hopefully in a small voice, sounding much like he probably had as a small sick child.

Gabriel smiles softly down at his lover. A snap of his fingers later and he's presenting a cherry popsicle to the sick human with as much of a bow as he can manage with the kid's arm sprawled over him.

There's a small smile on Sam's face when he takes the cold treat with a shaky hand.

"Danks," he says again.

"Anything for you, kiddo," Gabriel says, leaning down to press a kiss to the human's forehead. Sam doesn't want him healing all of his ails, but he can't resist easing the headache that's been growing behind Sam's eyes for hours now.

"Don't even try it," he warns quietly when Sam looks up at him through messy hair. He gets a half-hearted roll of eyes and a quiet huff, but Sam doesn't do anything more to protest Gabriel's slight bend of his rules.

"And don't drip any of that on me," he continues lightly. "I don't want to be a sticky mess like you."

This time Sam does take the treat out of his mouth, shaking his head.

"Shut up and rub my head," he says tiredly. Gabriel chuckles and does what he's told.

It's only a couple minutes before Sam's hold on the popsicle loosens. His breathing evens out, still congested but sounding better than it had the night before. Gabriel wills the now-empty stick away with a quiet snap. Just another night of this and his human should be back on his feet. Any longer than that and he doesn't think he'll be able to keep himself from just snapping Sam back to health

Settling more comfortably by Sam's side, Gabriel leans down and presses one more kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Sweet dreams, Sammy."

END

fic: A Little Payback

wolfish_willow — Sat, 12 May 2012 18:23:04 GMT

Title: A Little Payback
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters, they belong to Kripke and co. This is just for fun, not profit. :D
Warnings: None... er, Mpreg. I think that might be a warning for some. *nod*
Word Count: 1,048
Summary: When there's an unexpected – and definitely awesome – side effect to being pregnant with the child of an Archangel-slash-Trickster Demi-God, Sam decides to have a little fun with it.
Notes: Written for the Prank Meme over at mpregwinchester. This is not beta'd and I've been out of state helping take care of my Grandma since last Wednesday and have only had a little bit of time to try and cobble something together for this thing. I apologize if this makes no sense whatsoever…

Snickering, Sam watches Dean out of the corner of his eye. His brother is grumbling about the grease covering his hands from working on the Impala for the last couple of hours. She's probably running like a dream again after her latest tune-up, but the car isn't what Sam's really focused on.

He waits until Dean is in the bathroom. Water starts to run, steaming up in the sink because his brother has an insane tolerance for hot water after he's finished working on the car (though he can't seem to stand it any other time unless he's sore from a hunt, but that hasn't been an issue for almost a year now). Concentrating as hard as he can on the bar of soap Sam knows is on the dish by the faucet, he snaps (and something powerful and unfamiliar tingles through him, lighter and nothing like the dark surge he'd felt with demon blood). It's quiet, as quiet as he can make it, and Dean doesn't even twitch.

He would love to do something big, something more epic to get Dean back with. A snap of his fingers and he thinks he could maybe even turn Dean's car bright red; a shade to match the dye his brother snuck into his hair-dye the day before. But since he'd discovered this little side effect of having an Archangel's baby growing inside of him, he hasn't tried anything larger than some of the things he's seen Gabriel do on a regular basis; snapping up a candy bar or a bowl of ice cream topped with everything he's craving.

Something small will, hopefully, also keep things from escalating too far, too fast.

Maybe.

His brother picks up the soap and starts to run it between his hands, lathering away. Only the suds Dean is obviously expecting never foam up to catch the grease and get rid of it. The bar is wet and slick like it should be, but nothing else happens.

"What the…?" his brother grumbles, confusion creasing his forehead. He starts rubbing at the golden bar faster.

"Something wrong, Dean?" Sam asks, fighting to keep a straight face. His voice shakes a little with the effort of holding in the laughter bubbling in his chest, though. When Dean turns to face him, the confusion melts away into understanding.

"You did something to the soap!" he accuses, pointing a still oil greased finger in his direction.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Sam says with a shrug, picking up one of the magazines on the table. He snorts when he gets a look at the front of it. Gabriel's taken to snapping up tons of baby things; magazines and books and movies (Three Men and a Baby was particularly amusing and surprisingly informative). The magazine in his hand has a belly on the front, rounded and obviously carrying and Sam's hand automatically drifts to his own, slightly rounded stomach.

Dean is still watching him; he's right in Sam's peripherals. When he glances over, his brother is wearing an odd mix of expressions with his frustrated scowl, but soft eyes. He's still pointing a finger at Sam.

"Don't think that just because you're… you're," he trips over the words that Sam knows he still has trouble associating his little brother with. "That, that I'll go easy on you."

Sam snorts.

"Don't forget who started it," he sing-songs, flipping through the magazine casually.

With a huff, Dean stomps out of the room. He's heading towards the stairs, probably going to the bathroom attached to his bedroom to wash his hands up there. Another snap of Sam's fingers and the rest of the bars of soap in the house are the same as the one in the downstairs bathroom. Sam stifles his laughter against his fist, biting down on his knuckles and continuing to flip through the magazine in his lap.

He's still chuckling to himself, halfway through an article about the pros and cons of formula when there's a soft snap signaling the arrival of his angel.

"What's the joke and why aren't I in on it?"

Gabriel is a line of warmth at his side and Sam automatically shifts to accommodate him, wrapping a long arm over the angel's shoulders and pulling him close.

"Just a little payback," he says with a contented sigh when one of Gabriel's hands finds its way under his shirt to rest over his belly. Sam leans down until he can rest his cheek against Gabriel's hair. He breathes in the familiar, sweet mint and chocolate scent of his lover and smiles.

Dean comes thumping back down the stairs, irritation coloring every shift of muscle. He barely pauses to threaten a frustrated, "Don't think I won't get you back," before he disappears into the kitchen. It's the only room in the house with any kind of liquid soap and Sam can't hold in his laughter at how long it took his brother to think of that.

Gabriel shifts, tilting his head so that Sam has to move his own back a little. There's a soft press of lips just beneath his jaw and Sam can feel his lover's smile. Warm fingers glide in random (or maybe not so random, he still isn't as familiar with Enochian symbols as he wants to be) lines over the skin of his stomach. "What'd you do?"

Sam shrugs, smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth (one he's picked up from his lover, much to Dean's annoyance). "Just a little clear nail polish on his soap."

"Clever," Gabriel muses, chuckling into Sam's neck.

Sam knows he should tell Gabriel exactly how he pulled the prank; explain that about a week ago he realized that with the snap of his fingers he can conjure up little things here and there. But he thinks he's going to wait just a bit longer. This prank war is probably going to last awhile and he knows that he isn't safe from getting tricked by his lover anymore now than he'd been when they first got together.

It'll be fun getting to prank the Trickster for once.

END

House Passes CISPA: Make Sure It Dies In Senate

wolfish_willow — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 21:53:13 GMT

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CISPA would give the government and corporations vast new powers to track and share data about Americans’ Internet use.

But our hundreds of thousands of emails and tens of thousands of phone calls have had a real impact:

Amendments were adopted that made CISPA (marginally) better.

Earlier this month CISPA was supposed to sail through, but we helped foment opposition, and the vote was far closer than anybody could have imagined even a couple of weeks ago.

Most Democrats held firm in opposition, and more than two dozen libertarian-leaning Republicans defied their leadership and voted no.

Most importantly, President Obama has threatened to veto CISPA.

***Additionally, CISPA would destabilize the internet inviting cyber attacks and increasing the amount of identity theft.***

The Senate will consider cyber security legislation in the coming weeks. Let’s turn up the heat right away: Tell the Senate to reject CISPA and any and all legislation that doesn’t respect privacy and civil liberties.
Add your name at right to tell the Senate to reject cyber security legislation that doesn’t respect privacy.

http://act.demandprogress.org/letter/cispa_passes/?akid=1332.1998782.hoiowQ&rd=1&t=2

100 Fics That I Love - #004

wolfish_willow — Mon, 23 Apr 2012 23:02:05 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #004

Yay! Time for another one of these. And it's my first one that isn't from the Supernatural fandom. :D It's a pre-slash fic that I just roll around for every time I read it.

It's called Promise
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Pre-slash Clark/Lex
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark graduates then foils an assassination attempt, and Lex always keeps his promises.

I didn't discover this one until last year when I became obsessed with Clex fic. It was a future!fic when it was first written and published. There was no Rift between Clark and Lex. It takes place after Clark has graduated from high school and Lex invites him to come to Metropolis for the weekend.

- Their relationship. I just adore Clex fic where Clark and Lex stay best friends. They really could have been the stuff of legends. Even though I knew when watching the show that they had to become enemies, I always dreaded it because Lex was probably the best friend Clark could have (beyond Chloe once she matured a bit). And Clark was a good influence on Lex, and could have continued to be if not for all the lies/secrets that had to be between them. This fic shows all of that.

- The way they protect each other. Protective!Clark is kind of his default setting, but it doesn't always shine through in fic. And when they were friends, Lex was protective of Clark, too (even as he was insanely curious about him). This fic gives me BOTH of them being protective over each other and it just makes me melt. MELT.

- Smart!Clark. Yep. I have a thing for Clark being smart because he didn't come across as unintelligent in the show for me, so much as overemotional at times (with how he reacted to things I guess?). And I have rarely found fics that showcase how he actually knows what he's doing and this fic gives me confident, smart!Clark who is also still a dork and adorable.

- Lex. I like how the author writes Lex's character. How he believes that he isn't a good man (and on a side bit, how Clark believes he truly is good inside) and does things for Clark to make sure he still has his only friend in the world. He's smart and strong and there's that hint of darkness to him that Lex can't be written without. So in character for early seasons!Lex, who was trying to get out from under his father's thumb and wanted to prove that he could be someone better. I just, guh. I love it.

- The fact that it kept me engaged the entire time knowing there would be no slash. This probably won't matter to the people who don't care for slash. I read gen and I read pre-slash and I read slash. They can all keep my interest depending on the pairing and the story. This is a pre-slash story that kept me squeeing and laughing and awww'ing and I didn't feel like anything was taken away from it for not having them get together yet.

Yeeeep. Those are some of the things I liked about this fic and I'm sure there are more. It's one that I've gone back to reread multiple times (as seems to be a trend with these, hee). So this has been another fic that I love. :D

This entry was originally posted here.

hmmm, a meme I have seen around...

wolfish_willow — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 09:35:54 GMT

How it works:
Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

100 Fics That I Love - #003

wolfish_willow — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 09:16:58 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #003

I was going to choose something different at first for this one, but I haven't had the time to reread that one yet. But I don't want to get out of the habit of posting a new one of these every few days. So here's a general fic that I love.

It's called Back to Where We Were
Rating: I'd say G, really.
Summary: For the prompt: After Sam gets his soul back, Dean's become even more mother hen than usual (always watching Sam, asking if he's okay, even the occasional "non-chick flick" hug or pat on the back). Sam, still in his 5x18-5x22 mindset because of the wall blocking his memories, is extremely confused. He can't understand why Dean's so, well ... brotherly, after their downhill relationship the last couple of years, but he can't bring it up in case it makes Dean's behaviour stop. Bonus for Dean figuring this out without Sam telling him and assuaging his fears.

It's a hurt!Sam comment!fic that, obviously, takes place after Sam is resouled in Season 6.

Some of the things I love about it specifically:

- It's in Sam's POV. Funnily enough, a ton of hurt!Sam fics are in Dean's POV. And there isn't anything wrong with that, they're awesome. But I love getting a look in Sam's head, and I don't think this prompt could have been done any other way because we would lose that emotional kick.

- The voices. I read this and can hear the boys so clearly in my head. This is something authoressnebula does amazingly well in all of the fics I've read from her, and this fic is no exception.

- This feels like something that could happen in canon. It's something I'd wished they would have touched on in Season 6, even if it would have been hard to show. Sam didn't remember anything after jumping into the pit, so it makes sense for him to still be in Season 5 mindset, where Dean doesn't trust him and he can't trust himself and the weight of the world is on his shoulders. And the author makes it feel real, feel like something we might see between the brothers in the show.

- It feels in character. I know it seems like 'voice' and 'in character' are the same, at least in my descriptions of why I like them. But I need to put this one in anyways. Because the interactions with Sam and Dean, where there's something there but they don't talk about it? That's just like the boys on the show. And when they do finally talk about the issue, it doesn't end up overly sappy or under-emotional. And yeah, I just love that.

- The boys are brothers again. Fic has been necessary to bring the brotherly bond back since Show cracked it in Season 4, shattered it in Season 5, and made an even bigger mess of it in the first half of Season 6. I love Sam and Dean being Sam'n'Dean again, even if Sam is confused and angsty about it at first because I miss that in the show so much.

- The Princess Bride reference. 'Nuff said.

How's that for my first general fic mention? Hee. I have read this fic more times that I have kept track of. At least six now, I think. It's so good for when I need a hurt!Sam fix with enough of a resolution at the end to leave me satisfied. So, yes. This is another fic that I love. :D

This entry was originally posted here.

Comment Fic Meme!

wolfish_willow — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 20:15:07 GMT

I'm running a little Sam/Gabriel comment fic meme over at sabriel_mini while I work on getting Round 2 of the Sam/Gabriel Mini Bang started. Head on over there! Leave prompts! Write fills! Have fun!

100 Fics That I Love - #002

wolfish_willow — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 08:32:50 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #002

I wasn't sure whether to go with another slash fic or a general fic next, but I decided I want to talk about a Jensen/Jared fic that I love.

It's called But We'll Always Have Our Vending Machines
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Jensen is the new math teacher at Stimson High. On his first day, he meets Jared Padalecki, an English teacher with a killer smile and a little too much time on his hands. Jared is pretty much perfect except for one thing: Jensen has no idea if they’re flirting or just friends.

It's a J2 AU with teacher!Jensen and teacher!Jared that takes place when Jensen starts teaching at a new school.

Okay, I haven't read many of cherie_morte's fics. But I always get excited when I see her post something new. And that's thanks to this fic.

Some things I like about it specifically:

- The characters. That's probably a really good thing to like about a story, lol. But I do. I love how the author writes Jared and Jensen and Colin and everyone in this fic. I'm not one for the J's being "in character" in fanfiction because I don't know them personally and even if a fic is non-AU, it's still fiction. They're characters in a story and their personalities can be whatever the author wants them to be. I just happen to love the characters that cherie_morte molded them into for this story. I'm not usually one for Jensen's POV (I'm a Jared!girl at heart and will always be), but his internal monologue through this story makes him so relatable and I just fell in love with him. Jared is adorable and goofy and just the perfect boyfriend. Even his dogs are perfect.

- The dialogue. I just went through and read this fic again before finishing up this post and it's a good thing because I would have forgotten to put this. But the banter between Jensen and Jared (and Jared and Colin, Gen, everyone) is hilarious and even heartwarming in some parts. They play off of each other so well and I tip my imaginary hat to the author because dialogue kicks my ass each and every time I try to write my own. All the respect to the writers out there who pull it off so well.

- The dividers. Not the actual dividers, since then this would have to be "100 Pieces of Fanart That I Love", though I do love the art for this story as well. But I like how the author shows the passing of time between scenes with a marker for what month it is. Since it's a fic that's based on teachers in a high school, I think that was a really clever way to write the story.

- Spoiler for the fic: One scene in particular that puts this story above others for me is a scene after Jensen walks Jared's dogs. Jared's reaction melts me into a puddle of goo. It's ridiculous, but it's true.

- This is another selfish one. Because the fic itself is bottom!Jensen. I'm a bottom!Jared girl. Have been for years. But a lot of that has to do with the personality of his character. I can't read a fic where Jared is aggressive and toppy and a jerk, which is unfortunately what I associate top!Jared with. But in this fic, Jared is adorable. He's goofy and he's ridiculous and he's good to Jensen. He isn't overly aggressive and the dynamic between them is equal. So even though this is a top!Jared, bottom!Jensen story, that doesn't dampen my love for it at all (hell, this fic is in my top 5 fave J2 fanfictions).

I'm not doing these posts in any particular order. That would take so much planning which I'm just not cut out for with all the other planning I need to be doing for my class and for fics I'm writing. But this fic is, as I said above, in my top 5 favorite Jensen/Jared fics. I read it when I'm feeling down and need a pick-me-up. So, yeah. This is a fic that I love.

This entry was originally posted here.

100 Fics That I Love - #001

wolfish_willow — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 07:33:57 GMT

100 Fics That I Love #001

I'm going to kick this blogging challenge off with one of my favorite Sam/Gabriel fics.

It's called Highway of Love (Or: How Sam Winchester Learned to Stop Worrying and Relax Already)
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Sam noticed a few things weren't quite right after they killed the Trickster. After going back to check things out, his life will never be the same.

It's an AU of Season 2 that takes place right after they've "killed" the Trickster in "Tall Tales".

Okay, I was so excited when I learned that Jassy was writing a Sam/Gabriel fic for gabriel_bigbang. It was back when there were actually more Sam/Gabriel fics than Dean/Gabriel and Castiel/Gabriel fics coming out of that challenge (I miss those days when Sam/Gabriel was gaining popularity ;_;) and I'd had no idea that Jassy was into the pairing. I discovered some of her Sam/Dean fics months before, one of which is possibly my #1 fave Sam/Dean fic of all time. So when I found out that she was doing a Sam/Gabriel one, the sound that came out of my mouth was not human.

Some of the things I love about this fic specifically:

- The voices. That's something that caused me to fall in love with her other fics before. She writes the character's voices so well that I can just hear them in my head. Sam is perfect and his banter with Gabriel is exactly what I imagine they would sound and act like together.

- The characters are IN CHARACTER. Sam is wary of the Trickster at first. He knows how powerful this being is, knows he isn't human and he doesn't immediately trust him. He's incredibly intelligent, just as he is in the Show. Gabriel is obviously an other-worldly being and larger than life but he's still the candy-loving prankster we all know and love. Dean is protective of his brother and Bobby is worried and protective and they're all wonderful.

- The interactions. This author does not push aside the Sam'n'Dean relationship. The story focuses on Sam and Gabriel's interactions and how they slowly become involved with one another. But when Sam and Dean are together? They're just like they are in the show. They banter and punch each other in the shoulder and they're just… brothers.

- The gradualness of Sam and Gabriel's relationship. I adore first time fic and it isn't easy to find with my OTP. It's especially hard because so much of it is set post-Mystery Spot and there is a lot of drama and hurt to try and fix. It's hard to work through that and get the characters to want to be together, so why not make it an established relationship where you don't have to worry about that? But this takes place in Season 2. When the boys are still brothers and the only thing they've got to worry about is the YED. So Sam's still Sam, he isn't the Sam bent on revenge, bent on saving his brother. The Trickster is the one who pranked the boys silly but let them go. And they work really well together; they play off each other and the entire thing feels natural when I read it. It's just gorgeous.

- And completely selfishly? It's bottom!Sam. I can read top!Sam with this pairing when Gabriel isn't written to be less than he is (he's an archangel of the Lord and was a Trickster for millennia, I just don't see him as being very woobie). But bottom!Sam is just about always my preference. I would have read this anyways because the characterizations and the entire story is amazing, but that made it that much more enjoyable to me.

So, yes. This is a fic that I love. I've reread it at least 4 times (just did tonight, actually) and I always rec it when people ask for Sam/Gabriel recs.

This entry was originally posted here.

Taking on the 100 Things: Blogging Challenge!

wolfish_willow — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 02:08:15 GMT

{Take the 100 Things challenge!}

priceless_pixie sent me the link to this challenge last night. It sounds like a lot of fun and I've decided to have a go of it.

I'll be blogging about "100 Fics That I Love" because goodness knows I've read enough fic to blog about them. :D There will be multiple pairings (and even fic with no pairings at all).

EDIT: I'll also have fics from fandoms besides Supernatural. I started branching out in reading other fics last year (though I'd read Harry Potter fic before ever realizing SPN had some and before I knew what a fandom was). There won't be many as nothing has held onto me as well as SPN has, and always will. But yeah. There will probably be some Clex (Smallville) fic showing up, as well as Leverage and Harry Potter. Maybe others, I'm not sure.

This entry was originally posted here.

Five Acts Round SIX... SO EXCITED

wolfish_willow — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 06:05:54 GMT

It's that time again! *dances*

Rules:

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.
+ Will last 13th to the 19th of April.

1. Neck Fetishization (nape of neck, throat, hickeys, etc) - I seriously have a thing for necks. Especially Sam's and Clark's.
2. Cinderella Stories (rescuing someone from servitude or cruel family; Pretty Woman scenarios)
3. Shyness (embarrassment; blushing or stammering; body shyness)
4. Pining (I especially love a pining, insecure!Sam, but I'll take it for any partner in any of the pairings below)
5. Animalistic behaviors and characteristics, submissive (feral characters or behavior; domesticated pet behavior such as sitting at owner's foot and cheeking their thigh; purring; licking; characters objectified as animals) - please not the angels being naturally submissive.

Fandoms/Pairings:

Supernatural: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Sam, Balthazar/Sam, Lucifer/Sam, Crowley/Sam, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Gabriel/Sam/Balthazar, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Balthazar (basically, pile on teh Sammeh!). I'm also good with Sam/Sarah*, Sam/Bela, Sam/Jo, and Sam/Ruby 1.o.
Supernatural RPS: Richard/Jared, JDM/Jared, Misha/Jared, Jensen/Jared (and any combination of threesomes/moresomes from these so long as Jared is in there).
Smallville: Lex/Clark, Clark/Chloe, Oliver/Clark
Doctor Who: Ten/Captain Jack, Ten/Rose, Ten/Rose/Captain Jack, Eleven/Rory
Leverage: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Harry Potter: Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Fred
The Avengers: Steve/Tony
Gilmore Girls: Lorelai/Dean

*I'm not so good with girls/women in 100% submissive roles if it can be helped.
--Feel free to put Sam and/or Clark with anyone else in my other fandom lists. I am all for crossovers ;D (Sam/Jared is also welcome. Just sayin'.)

My Fills (what I've written):

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Filled For Me:

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Stop the Arizona birth control Bill

wolfish_willow — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 04:28:18 GMT

Originally posted by legendarytobes at Stop the Arizona birth control Bill

Originally posted by velvetwhip at Stop the Arizona birth control Bill

Originally posted by scratchingpost1 at Stop the Arizona birth control Bill

I just signed the following petition addressed to: Arizona Sentate, Arizona State Legislature, Debbie Lesko.

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Stop the Arizona birth control Bill

If this bill passes the senate then women of Arizona would be forced to provide documentation that birth control is for medical purposes only. The "company" would not be required to cover birth control if it was for prevention of conception. Additionally this bill would give companies the right to fire women if they discovered that she was using a contraceptive to prevent pregnancy
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http://www.change.org/petitions/arizona-sentate-arizona-state-legislature-debbie-lesko-stop-the-arizona-birth-control-bill#