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britomart_is) wrote2011-05-05 11:10 am
britomart_is) wrote2011-05-05 11:10 am
The time, it is stamped.
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred however many words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
For reference, stuff I've written.
Don't feel obligated to request something just to feed my ego, it doesn't need the help (the analogy that just popped into my head is that my ego is like one of those squirrels in parks who are used to handouts of human food so they get really aggressive and beat you up and steal your lunch money/your lunch). But I'm working on multiple larger projects and would love to have some prompts I can whip out when I need a (productive) break, so if you want to take advantage of my procrastination, fire away!
For reference, stuff I've written.
Don't feel obligated to request something just to feed my ego, it doesn't need the help (the analogy that just popped into my head is that my ego is like one of those squirrels in parks who are used to handouts of human food so they get really aggressive and beat you up and steal your lunch money/your lunch). But I'm working on multiple larger projects and would love to have some prompts I can whip out when I need a (productive) break, so if you want to take advantage of my procrastination, fire away!
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Dean finds Sam in the hammock strung between two ash trees, ropes creaking gently. Thundercat is stretched long and sleek across Sam's chest, head tucked under Sam's chin with a little cat smile. Dean can hear him purring from across the yard. He bends and scratches the cat's head, firm skritches between his ears, earning an ecstatic full-body wriggle.
Sam's smiling, awake. Dean sits carefully on the edge of the hammock, sends it rocking and tipping. Sam's hands grip the cat's ribs protectively but his eyes stay shut. He hasn't given up on his nap yet.
Dean wraps a hand around Sam's ankle. He brushes his thumb against Sam's instep. Sam shivers in the early June heat.
"Come inside," Dean says.
"It's nice out." Sam's petting the cat. Dean ignores a little spike of jealousy.
He runs an index finger down Sam's nose, pink even under the leafy shadows. "You're getting sunburned. It'll hurt so much you won't even want me to touch you." It's Sam's first summer. The first summer that this Sam will know. He doesn't remember learning about sunscreen the hard way at age eight when he came back from a field trip blistered and miserable, then proceeded to pick the dead, peeling skin off for weeks, delighting in grossing Dean out with it.
Sam's eyes crack open at that. He gazes languidly at Dean over the top of the cat's head. "I always want you to touch me," he says. His smile is slow and lazy as molasses. He shifts a long leg, brushes his toes against Dean's side. He sits up carefully in the unstable hammock. Thundercat, indignant, leaps from his lap to the ground with a dig of claws that makes Sam hiss. "You interrupted my nap," Sam says.
"Hmm," Dean says. He rests his hand on Sam's foot.
Sam stands and stretches, shirt rising up just a little. He casts a sly little look at Dean afterward. It's goddamn adorable sometimes, watching Sam re-learn how to seduce someone. "Okay, penance." He grabs Dean's hands and pulls him up. "I'm not done sleeping and it's your fault. You gotta tire me out again." He pulls Dean back toward the bunkhouse.
Dean, not being half the lazy ass that Sam is, lies awake later while Sam dream-mumbles into his shoulder, lips moving against Dean's skin with garbled urgency. There's a ballpoint pen on the bedside table and Dean nabs it. Given the choice between writing on the sheets or on Sam's back, he chooses the one that involves his hands on Sam's skin. He glides the ink over the expanse of Sam's back with the gentlest of touches.
Summer for Sam:
Ice cream truckmake popsicles, swimming (safety!), lightning bugs, BBQ, walking around naked, stay out drinking beer till dark, sex in hammock??, go for drive w/ windows downDean pauses, gnaws on the pen cap. It'll be next to impossible, requires supplies that will have been used up in the war, Dean'll probably have to convert to Scientology to get his hands on the right stuff, and all of that means that he has to, he has to pull this off for Sam. It's Sam's first summer. The first he'll remember.
With careful, firm strokes, he writes on Sam's back: FIREWORKS.
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Thank you so much!!!! This was really and truly awesome... superlatives fail. &hearts
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The canon fireworks in heaven were pretty much the end of me, best moment in the series, never to be topped, stick a fork in me I'm done.
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That ending was perfect.
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And the last line just made me burst into tears, oh my(
May I please translate it too, if you don't mind?