oh, stories :)

[mickeym]

This last week or so has sucked pretty fantastically in various and assorted ways...but it's also NOT sucked, thanks to some very fantastic people.

poisontaster wrote me Alec/Joshua fic (don't knock it 'til you try it--odd pairing, yes, but so GOOD): Telling Friend From Foe. It's slow and quiet, and Alec...oh, she writes Alec so well. Go read it, and then tell her how wonderful it is.

azephirin wrote me Sam/Dean fic (from her As Certain Dark Things 'verse): Leave Your Mark. Sam's trying to figure out what he wants as a tattoo. He already knows where he wants to get it.

(Inspired by this icon: )

Today...it's cold in my office. Feast or famine, I swear. I really just want to go home and sleep a while. Sadly, I have much filing to do. Yay?

Comments

[rivers-bend.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry your week has sucked, sweetie. And that I've been totally absent.

What is UP with your office? Why is it so hot and cold there?

*smishes*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

People writing stories for you is the best ever! I'm glad they've helped make a bad week better.

[rainbow.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

[thehighwaywoman.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm so sorry your week hasn't been a good one. If I only had brainpower left, I'd write something to try and cheer you, too.

Perhaps a drabble?

For You :-) (double drabble)

[thehighwaywoman.livejournal.com]

In the hopes that this makes you smile. :)

Sam meets her on a Wednesday, 1500 miles away from Dean. She's small, though they say otherwise. Her head fits in the palm of his hand. Her hand doesn't wrap all the way around one finger.

He wants to call Dean and tell her. He doesn't. Can't think of what to say.

They drive 1500 miles together. When she cries, he tries to comfort her, though he's afraid he'll break her instead. He wants to love her, but he doesn't know how.

He can't remember her mother. She won't, either.

When he apologizes, she doesn't understand. He lets her sleep on his chest. He gets why she's upset. He needs more, too.

Back where he started, Sam opens the motel door. Inside, the lights are turned down low, the room quiet. Dean sits on the king-sized bed, waiting for them.

When Dean meets her for the first time, she looks tinier still. She wraps Dean around her finger the second she's in his arms, capable in the way they hold her close. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs.

She quiets, and Sam thinks she already knows Dean means home and safe.

Sam breathes easy again for the first time in 3000 miles.

Re: For You :-) (double drabble)

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. Hi, baby Grace. *sighs happily* This makes me happy in a way nothing else I've ever read does. I can't even explain it; it's not baby!lust, exactly...but. Something like it? I don't know.

And she would be so tiny in Sam's arms. Sam probably would think she looks even smaller in Dean's; I have a feeling that to Sam, nothing and no one is as big as his big brother.

She quiets, and Sam thinks she already knows Dean means home and safe.

Yes. Oh, god, YES. Thank you so much. *hugs you tight*

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

That icon is...very inspirational. :)

I hope things are better today!