THIS is the fandom I love!

[summer_skin]

I signed up for Sweet Charity which, if you haven't already heard somewhere, is a site set up to allow people from various fandoms offer themselves (and in turn their creative abilities) up for auction to raise money for a charitable organization. This time around they're raising money for RAINN, an anti-sexual abuse group. I'm offering fic and icons, if anyone's interested. There's a better description of what everyone's offering here. So if you have a few dollars to spare on March 15th - 24th, consider donating it for a sweet reward!

And then there was a love meme. And good god, did we ever love on people. I saw it last night before I went to bed and then I checked it out today while I was at work (cause once the other ladies leave the office to wait on customers and I'm left all alone I turn into the WORLD'S BIGGEST SLACKER- SHHH! Don't tell!) and I saw this. I almost started crying in the office. Those comments... you have no idea how much they mean to me, what they SAID. And estei- THANK YOU. I've been wickedly homesick this week for everything eastern and it's SO NICE to have someone from there, along with the few others from the Atlantic provinces I have on my flist, who can remind me about that and make me remember home. They don't even know what BROWN BREAD is out here. *facepalm*

All that being said I missed out on giving back in the meme. 5000 comments go by faster than you think! So the wonderful _tiana_ had this LOVELY idea to open a post up on her journal and get people to comment and she'd tell them why she loved them. Also! For the first 10 people who commented with a prompt, they got a drabble. And I think that's a GREAT idea!

Comment here if you want me to tell you what I love about you. For the first 10 people to comment will get a drabble-type thing from me. SPN/RPS only, please and you must provide a prompt. Sam/Dean, laundry day or J2/limo ride to the TCAs or something.

So, yat!

Comments

[offtheceiling.livejournal.com]

mememe!!!

UM! Sam/Dean, embarrassing secret! GO!

About 386 words, actually. Drabble be damned!

[summer-skin.livejournal.com]

Rach, you're just so sweet. You're really funny and I really love that you know what you want to do in life and you're willing to go get it. You're an inspiration that way. I also love that we can bitch to each other about various things that happen...you know... what I mean.... right?

In short, you rock, supahstah!

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"Jesus, Dean. Can you leave all your dirty clothes in one bag, maybe?" Sam grumbled as he searched through one of Dean's duffles for his dirty socks his brother had said were in there. Somewhere.

"Yeah, I'll think about that next time, Sammy," Dean replied from one of the beds, stretched out and staring at the TV. Wasn't his fault Sam lost the bet last night at the bar for laundry duty. He could wipe the floor with his baby brother when it came to darts, but thank god they weren't playing quarters cause he just knows Sam's itching to pull that one out one of these days and run him over.

"Is there anything in this one?" Sam asked, pointing to Dean's other duffle. Dean shrugged but didn't look over. Sam sighed and opened it, started digging through the contents. He pulled out a couple socks and a t-shirt that had blood? Demon puss? on it and made a face. He threw it all in the growing pile by the door and reached back in to fish around for more. When he pulled back this time he was holding something pink, lacey and decidedly not Dean's.

Sam was about to say something snotty to Dean about souvenirs and his perverted mind when he caught the scent from the silky fabric and brought them to his nose slowly. He'd know that smell anywhere. He felt lightheaded from the speed at which the blood in his body rushed to his cock and he breathed deeply to get his bearings. He turned around slowly, thong hanging from one finger with a smirk.

"Care to tell me something?" Sam asked lightly. Dean glanced over quickly, and then again, wide-eyed and horrified.

"That's... not- Sam, those are-"

"Not yours?" Sam asked, holding the thong higher, looking at it curiously.

"Yeah, not mine!"

When Sam brought them to his nose and sniffed them again Dean's mouth dropped open and he half sat up on the bed as his pants tented almost immediately.

"You sure?" Sam asked in a husky voice. He approached the bed slowly and reached out to tip Dean's red face up to him. He ran a finger over Dean's lips softly, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Put them on."

Re: About 386 words, actually. Drabble be damned!

[offtheceiling.livejournal.com]

EEE! I LOOOOVE YOU! *glees all over the place*

[gwyntastic.livejournal.com]

Chris/Sam, Sex Demon

Um, 915 words. There's no possibility of pulling off a pretense of a drabble here. pt 1

[summer-skin.livejournal.com]

Gwen, I love you. Period. You NINJA. And you inspire cracked out plotbunnies that EAT MY BRAIN. Like this one. And the entire Chris/Sam thing in genera. *waves hands* You're also beyond sweet and giving. People don't realize what you do for fandom and I know you probably perfer it that way (so crazy doesn't come a-knockin') but you rock hardcore for being as involved as you are and then sharing it all with us! It's okay to bitch to us about said crazy, I promise. *smooshes you*

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"Dude, I've been trying to find you all night. Where have you been? And why in the hell are you out here at two in the morning?"

Fuck. "Chris, I'm just... I'm uh- look. Can we talk about this in the morning? I kind of need to be alone."

"Sam? What's wrong? Why in the hell are you out wandering around on the streets? Do you know how long I've been looking for you after your roommate said you left so suddenly tonight?"

"Chris, really. I'd love to talk about this with you- wait. Didn't you have a show tonight?"

"Yeah, but when you weren't there I called your room. I thought something was wrong, Sam! What the hell?"

Sam scrubbed a hand over his face and felt the cold metal of the revolver loaded with special bullets press against his sweaty back, tucked under his waistband. Tonight was not the night he wanted to have Chris stumble into this life of his- this former life, he corrected himself. Not that he wanted Chris to find out at all but it was always a possibility he had to account for.

"Chris, please trust me. I can't explain things right now, there's no time. But you have to get out of here, all right?"

"Are you in trouble?" Chris whispered, reaching out to grab Sam's arm. "Whatever it is, I'll help you. Sam, please. Tell me."

Sam heard something, a twig or the rustle of the bushes behind them and swung around, pulling the gun from his pants in an instant. He heard Chris gasp behind him but ignored it, his trained eyes darting around at any sign of trouble.

"Last chance, Chris. You have to get out of here. I can take care of this but I need you to get out of here," Sam said from between clenched teeth, praying for the noise to be a cat or something.

"Sam," Chris whispered, raising a hand to rest on Sam's back. "What's that?"

Sam jerked and turned in the direction Chris was gesturing and noticed a glowing three-eyed woman staring at them, holding what looked like a ball of fire. Sam swore and raised the gun carefully, making sure not to stare down the sight directly.

"Don't look at her," he directed Chris who was edging closer to him from behind, one hand creeping down to his waist.

"Don't look at what?" Chris asked in a strange voice. Sam looked back for a moment and noticed Chris' eyes were heavy and clouded, staring only at him. His hand had reached around to his belt and was making quick work of it before Sam could stop.

Sam swore again and turned back to the demon while trying to shake Chris off. He looked up and she was rightthere in his face, staring down at him. Sam's body got hot in an instant and he gasped as she kissed him, infecting him full-force. His palms felt tingly and his cock was achingly hard in his pants as Chris finally, finally got his jeans button open and shoved his hand down them, seeking him out.

Sam watched through his hazy vision as the demon smiled at him and backed away gracefully until she was only a pinpoint of light and gone. Sam dropped his gun and turned around so he could grasp Chris' head between both hands and kissed him until he was thrusting against Sam's hip, breathless and whimpering.

Re: Um, 915 words. There's no possibility of pulling off a pretense of a drabble here. pt 2

[summer-skin.livejournal.com]

Neither of them remembered much after that- random blips of sweat-slick skin and harsh panting whispers of 'harder' and 'faster' and 'I need to feel you so move, goddammit.' Sam woke to the feeling of Chris' hand trailing through the sticky, flakey mess on his belly and a hard length pressing against his back.

When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the side of Chris' truck. They were stretched out in the back of his half-tonne in the middle of a field somewhere outside Palo Alto. He blinked, then groaned and covered his face with his hand that was also sticky and flakey.

"Sam?" Chris asked softly.

"Yeah?" Sam whispered back.

"You have any idea how in the hell we ended up out here?" Sam shook his head and leaned back enough to see Chris' face which was surprisingly not terrified. Chris kissed his shoulder and his hips pressed against his back again.

"How are you hard again?" Sam asked. Chris grinned and reached down to tug at Sam's own half-hard and getting-harder cock. Sam moaned and arched his hips involuntarily.

"S'that answer your question?" Chris rumbled in his ear, all sex-roughened and sleep-worn.

"Wait, wait," Sam breathed as Chris reached down to pull Sam's leg up. "We have to talk. I have to explain things to you."

"Hey Sam?" Sam looked back again. "I get it. I mean, I don't. But I do, you know? So for right now, let's do this at least once so we'll both remember, okay? Cause I want something to remind myself of this obviously hot night, however it happened." Sam opened his mouth to protest but Chris' hand reached between his legs and pushed a blunt finger in him to the knuckle, effectively cutting off any intelligent response.

"'Kay," he murmured, and figured he could tell the tale of the Winchesters much, much later.

[gwyntastic.livejournal.com]

OMG LOVES. (I'm so glad you asked if I saw this. I feel like shit I missed it!)

Aww you say such sweet things and make me cry.

Oh man this makes me smile so much. I love how you can pull out a kick ass freak Demon just for a little drabble now that's skill.

I beyond love that Chris didn't leave and he didn't look away like Sam told him too. He's such a damn cowboy. SNUGGLES SAM.

[turnyourankle.livejournal.com]

memeeee! J2 &...pretzel.

512- sorry, my brain sort of crapped out on me near the end :( take 2

[summer-skin.livejournal.com]

Monia, you're unbelievably talented. You just have this awesome EYE for how to make things and take into account brushes and colours and everything. You also link to and mention awesome things like those FF installs and music and stuff. And if it weren't 4am all that would sound WAY smarter and not n00bish. :|

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Jared could find junk food like one of those damn german shepards could find skiiers trapped in avalanches and shit, Jensen was sure. They'd been filming on this stupid street for over two hours now and the director had promised it would be a 'quick shoot' so no one had thought to bring any snacks or anything. And he was really hungry. Really, really.

And then there's Jared who steps away to take a leak or something, and he comes back with a freaking pretzel. Jensen looked around to see if someone from craft services had shown up but nope, nothing. He did it just to spite Jensen, he was sure.

"How on earth did you find that on the deadest, most residential street here?" Jensen asked as Jared walked up to him.

"There was a cart," Jared replied with a shrug. "It was just at the end of the block. Did you want one? I can run back and get you one."

"No, it's fine," Jensen grumbled, burying his hands in his pockets. He kept sneaking glances at Jared who was breaking pieces off slowly and chewing them carefully, as if thinking about each bite. He noticed Jensen eyeing him and sighed.

"Here, have half," Jared said, breaking off half and offering it to Jensen who smiled gratefully and accepted it.

"Thanks, Jay."

Jensen watched Jared finish his half quickly while he ate his slower to make it last. Jared frowned down at his salty, buttery hand and looked around for a napkin or something to wipe it on. Jensen wouldn't put it past him to wipe his hands on his pants but wardrobe would kill him. So Jared shrugged and licked at his thumb, sucking it into his mouth in a way that almost caused Jensen to drop the rest of the pretzel.

He jerked his eyes away as Jared sucked on his fingers one by one, his tongue wrapping around the long digits in a way that Jensen thought must have been considered lewd behaviour somewhere. Jared seemed oblivious to Jensen's discomfort, however, and was content to finish with his pinky finger, sucking the last bits of salt and butter off easily.

"Guess I should've grabbed a napkin," he said, ginning at Jensen who huffed back with a crooked smile. "Hey, if you want I can run back and see if I can find the pretzel cart again? I could go for another myself, actually."

Jensen jerked forward stupidly and grabbed Jared's arm. "No, that's okay! And besides, we're going to be called back any minute now anyway."

Jared regarded him curiously. "You okay?"

"Great!" Jensen replied, stuffing half the pretzel in his mouth. "C'dn't ee etter!"

Jared opened his mouth to say something but the director called out then, asking for places. Jensen finished chewing quickly and wiped his own hand on the inside of his jacket while no one was watching. Jared snickered at him but was totally oblivious to the upheaval happening in Jensen's brain.

Re: 512- sorry, my brain sort of crapped out on me near the end :( take 2

[turnyourankle.livejournal.com]

Aaand I will never be able to look at a pretzel the same way again (which is most definitely not a bad thing). thank you :D

[catchmelike.livejournal.com]

Gimme some love!

Uhm. J2, drunk dialing

[avioletmermaid.livejournal.com]

*comments*

LOVE ME BIATCH

[avioletmermaid.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean ... batteries

[http://users.livejournal.com/__tiana__/]

MARI, DO ME! *cough*

Also, drabble yay! I'm glad you decided to do this, too. It's FUN!

J2, clothes shopping. BWEE!

[scatterheart.livejournal.com]

Yay for another charity ho! *waves*

(And I believe you've just written me a drabble and there was some "comment to get love" meme a few weeks ago, so I'll pass. :X )

[lightly.livejournal.com]

Um, me?

Sam/Dean phone sex

[estei.livejournal.com]

Ah, sweetie, you deserved oodles of love and I know from experience how hard it is to be away from home, hell, to be in a place where you can't see the OCEAN. Seriously.. brown bread? What kind of people don't know what brown bread is? During my three months in Ontario I had an unfortunate run in with a "beach party" (these people don't know from beaches) and I almost started crying (I'm sure it had nothing to do with the bottle of Jose that I'd been lovingly nursing all night) because it was so stupid to think that a dirty lake could equal a real beach.

Loves all over you!!!

[sunktheglow.livejournal.com]

I know we don't know each other well enough for you to tell me what you love about me, but I MUST prompt you with something. I think I'll be ten, assuming nobody comments before me. Jsquared, Mr. and Mrs. Smith angry-type sex.