"Go to hell!" "Already there, baby."

sniffles

2009-12-21T14:58:29Z

Hey my buddies!

I haven't been able to write at all this weekend, nor read, and it pisses me off but the sight of a computer screen made me wanna barf.

A friend came with a cold at work and I caught it, it fell on to my lungs and I sound like an old grama that'd been smoking all her life. Awesome. Breathing makes me caugh, caughing makes me not breathe.

Anyway, it's better than the flu, and hopefully i'll be back on my feet (somewhat) for the 24th. It's not even for Christmas because... blah. but it's because I take the train that day and I'd ratehr feel okay in it.

Anyway, i'm dizzy and too hot but I'm cold, and at work because I'm a good girl. I just wanted to say hi and, well, take a break for two secs.

Byes!

Dear flist, do you love me enough to help me do my job?

2009-12-17T14:28:25Z

Hi, dear flist!

I wish you all happy holidays on this end of the year and, while we're on the gift subject, if you wanna take a minute and help me do my job, i'll be grateful forever and gift you cookies! (fic shaped cookies also available).

*big puppy eyes*

I work in a firm that's called Altazeo... here are my questions...

Poll Gift cards and Altazeo...

View Poll: Gift cards and Altazeo...

Now, to finish, imagine we can make or seek Zee best gift box for you....

As a present for you, the ideal box would be...

As a present for someone specific you know, it would be...

Comment, please? *bats eyelashes*

Thank you all!

PR geniuses !

2009-12-16T13:36:06Z

OMG. The best ad for this end of the year. Srly!

Transcript in english :

A family is eating (lunch?). The daughter looks up out.

Daughter : Mom?

Mom: Hm?

Daughter: I don't like grand ma.

Mom:.... But you liked her fine before.

Daughter: Yeah, but now I don't anymore. She's too tough.

Mom looks over at dad. Dad looks sympathtic.

Dad: Make an effort. you know it's not for long anymore.

Daughter pouts.

Daughter: I've had enough. I don't want it.

Mom: Okay, then, push her on the side and finish your veggies.

Voice over: Or... there's Carrefour Discount.

Creepy. I like!

If you guys wanna see the French vid : http://www.koreus.com/video/pub-carrefour-discount-mamie.html

Cold bitchy post is cold and bitchy....

2009-12-16T10:07:31Z

I'm freezing. Like... on the spot.

It's 19 degrees outside and I wonder how much inside but probably not much more.

We had to make a choice. Either we start the computers and work, or start the heating system. If we do both, the power cuts in the whole building. It's gonna be fun tonight when we need to turn the lights on.

I keep saving my work and I'm trying to type with my gloves. Not as funny as it sounds.

If it goes on after Christmas (which, logically, it should) IO'm going to ask if we can work from home. Objectively, we all work on line and communicate with Skype anyway...

How about you guys? How's life? Please distract me while I turn into a popcycle.

Fic: Itty Bitty jenny (Jensen, Jared, Misha) (2/2)

2009-12-14T00:42:58Z

Title: Itty bitty Jenny
Fandom: rps
Author: adja999
Pairing/Character: Jensen & Jared, Misha
Word Count: 6,341
Rating: PG ?
Summary: Uh… Jensen wakes up different. He can see the world from a… very new, and unknown angle.
Spoilers: Uh… beginning of S5 of Spn. Harry Potter? My Bloody Valentine.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them. Or, you know, I'd share with you guys once in a while.
A/N: queenklu prompted me. Okay, fine, I’m a whore, I begged. So I can’t even blame her. It morphed into a fic monsta. I blame sleep deprivation though.

Thankfully, they were on hiatus. Thankfully too, they’d decided to take a cab ride to Alaska. Why? Because talking to something in your breast pocket might get you thrown off a plane, so they opted for those taxis with a glass wall you could close.

Not that thankfully, they took Misha with them. Which found very fun to play ‘The Man With A Hex’ by Atomic Fireballs, at least ten times before Jensen snapped and bit his pinky.

Misha sulked, and was currently sleeping, curled up on his end of the couch. “He’s adorable.” Jensen commented from where he was lying in Jared’s palm. “I bet some fans would actually faint if they saw him be that cute.”

“Yeah…” Jared grinned over at Misha, then looked down hesitantly at his best friend. “You think he’s cute?”

Jensen seemed puzzled for a moment, then smiled. “F’course, Jay. He’s cute. But don’t worry, you’re still the most adorable thing in the world to me.”

Jared blushed as Jensen beamed at him. He poked his friend gently. “Meh. I was just asking.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jensen got up and proceeded to climb up Jared’s shirt. “But as much as you’re a goofy, life loving guy, I know you’re just as much a big ball of insecurities as me, Jare.” Jensen sat up in the crook of Jared’s neck, feet resting on his collar bone. “And I’m apparently the angel perched on your shoulder.”

Jared sneered. “No way you’re an angel, man. I know you.”

They went to sleep like that, Jensen deciding, and swearing firmly that he would forever keep it to himself, that Jared’s wild mop of hair was the best blanket ever.

They woke up to the sound of Misha’s voice. “Hey, sleeping beauties. We’re here.”

“Already?”

“Well, it’s 3pm. You slept like the dead, men. It’s like you’re used to this.”

Jared groaned as he stretched. “It’s the Sam in me, I guess.”

“Or the countless taxi rides to conventions.”

“Hm. That too.”

Five minutes later, they’d taken care of Jared’s bed hair and Jensen’s nerves, and Misha was knocking on the door. A young red headed girl came to open them, she stopped fighting against the puppy that tried to run out as soon as she saw them. Luckily, as usual, the dog instantly recognized Jared as one of his own and came to chew his laces instead of running down the street.

The girl, however, didn’t have the usual awed fangirl expression. She was smirking.

Kind of like Misha would.

She was a cat that got the cream. 'Queen' really fit her. “Hi guys.” She dragged. “When’s Jensen?”

Jensen sprang up from Jared’s breast pocket like a Jack in a box and rested his elbows on the shirt. “So I’m guessing this wasn’t an accident. Can we know why you did this? Cause it isn’t funny.”

“A little bit, yeah.” Misha piped up.

Katy chuckled. “Completely selfish purposes. I was sure you’d turn up on my doorstep any day now. Although I wasn’t expecting Misha as a bonus. Damn, I’m good.”

“Why?!” Jensen snapped.

“Having my favorite hotties come to my place isn’t enough?”

“Okay.” Jared said, cutting off Jensen’s next shouting reply. “Now we’re here. Can you take the fanfic off the site?”

“Hm. No.” She shook her head. “I could take the symbols off, though.”

“Fine. Do that.” Jensen huffed.

“I’m gonna need a little convincing.”

She walked inside, whistling for the dog, and they were left staring at each other.

“It’s warmer inside!” she called.

They followed as she led them to her bedroom. It was the room of a regular girl. It didn’t look like a psycho’s lair. There was one poster of Supernatural. One other of Jensen that.. oh Geez, dated from before Dark Angel, he looked so juvenile, pressed up against that horse and so… gay. Jensen cringed and shook his head.

“What do you want?”

“Pictures.” She said offhandedly.

“Done.” Jensen said hurriedly. “You get pictures of us. Now take it off the site.”

“Hold on a sec. I want a kiss too.”

“Fine, whatever you want.” Jared said.

“Wow, uh…” Jensen frowned up at Jared. “I’m not kissing her.”

Katy laughed. “I’m afraid you misunderstood me. I want a picture, of you two kissing.”

“Oh, wow, wow!” Jensen put up tiny hands. “What?”

“When we get you back real size. I want you and Jared to kiss, and I’ll take a picture.”

“What if we say no?”

“I’m not taking the symbols off.”

“Motherf-…” Jensen struggled against Jared’s grip. “You’re blackmailing us!? You turned me into a midget, man, you-…”

“Jen, relax.” Misha said. “How does it sound?”

Jensen heaved a sigh and looked up at Jared. Jared shrugged, a little earnest frown to his expression. “I want my best friend back, man. The one who’s size it’s fair to pick on, not mean.”

Jensen squinted up at him. “Right. I’ll kiss you. So I can cuff you on the back of the head right after I grow back.”

“Just a picture.” Jensen stated firmly. “No vid.”

A picture could always be passed as a very good manip.

“Alright.” Katy sat at her desk and swing her chair around, opening her livejournal and changed the layout.

“Well?” Jensen asked, awaiting the change.

“Uh... Jen?” Jared said.

Jensen turned, raising a quizzical eyebrow at his best friend, and his eyes widened as he found him at face level. “Jay!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms around Jared as if he’d been the one missing.

Jared beamed and help him back. “Dude, it’s good to have you back…” he poked Jensen’s side, making his friend squirm in his embrace. “… in the flesh.”

Jensen pulled away, only to pull Misha in a similar hug. “Thank you guys.”

When the effusion died down, Jensen turned to Katy and shifted feet awkwardly. “Look, uh… Thanks. I dunno why you did this but… thanks for not leaving me like that.”

“Come on… I’m human. I wouldn’t do that.” She exclaimed. “Plus, it’d be killing my number one show and… I am nuts, but not that kind of nuts.”

“Cool.” Misha said, then smiled at Jensen. “I believe you two owe a private show to the lady, yeah?”

Jared shifted feet, Jensen coughed. He looked up at his best friend and eventually, huffed. Groaning, he glared at her one last time then moved closer to Jared. “C’mon, c’mere, and let’s get this over with.”

Jared snorted. “You’re such a turn on.” He deadpanned, even though he leaned in for a kiss.

They pulled away, and turned to her for approval. She hadn’t even raised her camera. “Nuh huh… not enough.”

“What? I’m not a fan of PDA.”

“Oh yeah… I know. You can’t even your girlfriends in public.” She remarked. “Maybe that’s why I picked Jared. I mean, it doesn’t seem to bother you two.”

“We talking making out here.” Jared reminded her. “Not goofing off.”

“Yeah. But to come back to Jensen’s statement… This is not PDA. We’re not public. Misha’s your friend. I’m… I wrote more fanfiction about you two (or three) than you could bear, so believe me. I’m no stranger either. Go, make out. Forrget the camera. It’s your job, righ? You should be used to it.”

“Or what?” Jensen glared.

“I could…” Katy picked her nails pensively. “… change my layout again. Say… in the middle of a panel? You guys have a convention coming, right?”

As much as Jensen looked scandalized, Misha seemed to be enjoying it a lot. He snickered.

Jensen looked at him, then at her, then dragged his eyes back to Jared. He reached up, balled his fist in Jared’s hair and crashed their mouths together. Jared let out a startled noise, but didn’t pull back. His hand came to Jensen’s side gently.

Jensen, blinking open, sent a sideways glance at their ‘audience’, before frowning and closing his eyes again, opening his mouth against Jared’s. Someone moaned. Katy, finger on the trigger, wasn’t totally sure it hadn’t just been her.

She lowered her camera, eyes wide at her creation. So beautiful.

Epic.

Misha noticed her grinning and came to rest against the desk next to her. He eyed her appreciatively.

“You’re one lucky fangirl, you know that?”

“Oh yeah.”

¤¤¤

“I’m still not comfortable about that picture, man.” Jensen said as they all walked out of the steakhouse.

“Relax, everyone will assume it’s a manip. You know, I’ve seen some good ones.” Jared said, and Jensen couldn’t catch his gaze when he glanced at him.

“Huh. Think anyone would believe her, anyway? What if she posted the way she managed that.”

Misha shrugged. “I don’t know about believing her, but even if they don’t, some people are definitely fan enough to try.”

“True.” Jensen said. “Creepy.”

They all fell silent, trying to convince themselves that Queenklu would be true to her word and ‘forget’ about everything.

Jared bit his lower lip, then, going out on a limb, he reached out and caught Jensen’s wrist. “Jen?” he said, puppy eyes in full blast.

“Don’t move out. Just… please? Don’t.”

Misha grinned and pointedly kept staring ahead. Jensen looked down at their hands, then, silently, he slid his in Jared’s and tangled their fingers. He smiled up, then looked ahead, walking on.

Jared beamed.

Misha, grinning, muttered to himself.

“Very… very clever, indeed.”

¤¤¤

Later, in her room, Katy couldn’t stop grinning. Sitting at her desk, laptop in front of her, she spent a couple of minutes more staring at her brand new, very gay friendly wallpaper, then went on livejournal.

Fic: Itty Bitty jenny (Jensen, Jared, Misha) (1/2)

2009-12-14T00:38:02Z

Title: Itty bitty Jenny
Fandom: rps
Author: adja999
Pairing/Character: Jensen & Jared, Misha
Word Count: 6,341
Rating: PG ?
Summary: Uh… Jensen wakes up different. He can see the world from a… very new, and unknown angle.
Spoilers: Uh… beginning of S5 of Spn. Harry Potter? My Bloody Valentine.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them. Or, you know, I'd share with you guys once in a while.
A/N: queenlu prompted me. Okay, fine, I’m a whore, I begged. So I can’t even blame her. It morphed into a fic monsta. I blame sleep deprivation though.

Jensen frowned as his consciousness snapped suddenly online and he registered the glare of the morning sun on his face. He didn’t blink, awake enough to know it wouldn’t do him any good.

Then he registered the clothes.

And, wow. He got dressed again before going to sleep? How wasted did he get last night?

He didn’t actually remember much of his night, except Jared and beer and wii. He vaguely remembered showering after saying goodbye and, since he was pretty sure he was feeling denim on his ass right now, it meant he’d gotten back in street clothes on his way across the room.

That required a brain to suffer alcoholic intoxication, right?

Especially since going commando wasn’t his style.

Still, when he nuzzled in the pillow and moaned a little, stretching, he didn’t feel hangover at all. Usually, when you get drunk, you at least remember starting to drink. One beer with Jared didn’t count.

“I’m getting old.” Jensen muttered as he sat up and rubbed his face. He had blacked out the evening with no reason. That couldn’t be good.

He swung his legs off the bed and cried out in surprise when, instead of hitting the carpet, his feet swung in empty air and their weight brought him over the edge. His eyes flew open just in time for him to squeeze them shut again in anticipation of the impact.

Impact which turned out to be a bounce.

Jensen blinked open and hiccupped in surprised when he found himself stuck between massive balls of fabric. He took a step back and toppled over something, landing on his back. “What the hell?!”

It was the farthest from a very manly yelp that he’d ever done, but he thought he deserved some credit for not passing out or wetting himself. He’d just fallen off the edge of his shoe.

His old, battered snicker, bigger than the van that came to pick Jared and Jensen up every working day, with his gigantic socks balled in it. One of his legs was still tangled with the laces and Jensen shuddered. It was the most vivid and wackiest dream he’d ever had.

He’d heard of dreams in which you can explore and have free will but never experienced it. “Okay. This could be nice.”

He grinned to himself. Very, Honey, I Shrunk The Kids.

Then what he was wearing registered. Jeans. Shirt, over shirt. Boots. Leather bracelet, ring. And an amulet.

Jensen squinted down at himself. “Okay, I might need to go see that shrink after all…” he decided. Because mixing characters and yourself? Never good. At least he wasn’t Tom Hanniger.

Then he took in his hands and actually shrieked.

He took off at a mad pace toward the door, on the, when you get a closer look, very uneven floor.

All the while it took him to reach the door, he repeated in his head ‘I’m not made of plastic. Jared will calm me down. I’m not made of-…’ like a mantra.

¤¤¤

Heart thumping hart against an imaginary rib cage –Jensen doubted toys had any- he leaned against Jared’s doorframe and glanced inside in search of the dogs. If Harley decided he looked like a yummy treat or a very funny thing to toy with and bury in the yard, it would be his luck.

He padded silently across the floorboards and passed the gigantic dog, huffing and breathing heavily.

He suddenly felt like Harry Potter and wondered why Hagrid would like such a beast.

But there was another giant in the room. And seriously, he already was when Jensen was ‘normal size’d. So now? Jared was… well, scary.

Jensen looked back at Harley over his shoulder and considered his options. He couldn’t make noise without waking up the dogs before his best friend. Jay kind of slept like the dead.

He chewed on his lip for a couple of seconds before deciding that climbing up Jared was just what he deserved for wrapping himself up around Jensen on every damn occasion he got.

For once, he was thankful and not tempted to laugh at Jared’s leg hanging off the bed. He hoped not to tickle his friend as he struggled to get a grip on the skin and then, more easily, pulled himself up to his friend’s knee, balling his hands in the thin fabric of his sweats.

He kept his arms apart from his body for balance, pushing away all consideration of how ridiculous this all was, and paused mid thigh.

He considered sliding off in order to avoid… places, but the thought of Jared flipping over and crushing him was scary enough so he didn’t take the time.

Walking across Jared’s hip was somewhat disturbing. As much as he did everything not to look, he saw. There was only a sheet and boxers covering his best friend, so… The worst part was, despite the early hour, he knew Jared was limp.

And damn… Jensen felt bad all of a sudden.

Especially now, maybe it was the new point of view, because now, Jared wouldn’t even see Jensen’s dick if he looked. (A sudden cold sweat broke across his back. What if… his lil plastic self was deprived of… that?! He decided not to check and to forcefully avoid thinking about it.)

Still, so near to Jared’s… pride… he felt all kinds of tiny.

And ridiculous, because, he was walking across his friend’s belly.

He let out a yelp when Jared whimpered softly and one huge paw came crashing down an inch from Jensen to scratch the exposed skin. Flailing around a minute to remain upright –trekking on human flesh is kind of a sport – Jensen kept on his way to Jared’s chest, and paused.

What was he going to do?

His first instinct when freaking out –or other stuff- was to go to Jared. But… what was he to do now?

“Jay?”

He called out.

“Jay!” he stepped a little closer, stretching to his toes to see Jared’s eyes over his cheekbones. “Dude!! Bigfoot Padalecki, come on, wake up!” he kicked gently at the t shirt covered flesh under him.

Nothing.

“Jared!!”

Jared grumbled, pursed his lips slightly, and fell silent again. Jensen sighed.

He went up to Jared’s chin and poked him. He grinned at how Jared’s stubble really looked like barbed wire to someone his size. He leaned in, using both hands to grasp Jared’s chin and shook his friend.

That did the trick. Jared blinked open, groaning his disapproval, and bawled.

He scrambled up into a sitting position, looking as spooked as Jensen had been, sending his best friend toppling down his chest and on to the floor.“Sonofa…. Hey! I’m not hurt.” Jensen sat up, resting his hands behind his back and surveyed his sprawled legs. Well, being made of plastic had his plus sides after all.

Jared staring down at him, disheveled and clutching his sheet to his chest, looking quite horrified. “Jen?” he looked around. “Jen? This isn’t funny. Well done, but not funny.”

“Dude.” Jensen got up and brushed the dirt off tiny Dean’s jeans. “I know. I don’t think it’s funny either.”

“Jen? It’s… really you?” Jensen nodded. “What happened?”

“I dunno. I don’t remember much of last night. I woke up like this. And uh… took a trek from my room to yours.”

“Wow.” Jared reached down, Jensen took a step back.

“Do not King Kong me!” He warned.

“Okay.” Jared laid his hand flat on the floor, palm up. Jensen climbed it carefully and thankfully took hold of Jared’s thumb when he brought it within reach, his head spinning with the speed of the ride. Floor/Jared’s face in 1.6 seconds. Jensen frowned, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“You okay?”

He shook his head. “Yeah. Head rush.”

“Damn.” Jared was looking at him curiously. “It’s really you. You even have lashes.”

Jensen sighed. “So, you didn’t do this.” Because, it was becoming obvious it wasn’t a dream after all.

“F’course not!”

“I was hoping it was… I don’t know, a joke? That you’d know something about it.” He bit his lower lip.

“Sorry man.” Jared ran a hand through his hair. “Look… can you eat?”

“I-…” Jensen frowned. “I don’t know. I’m not hungry.”

“Okay. I’m gonna get dressed, and we’re going to head downstairs, because I need coffee for this. How does that sound?”

“Like a plan.”

¤¤¤

“No, no… the usual.” Jared waved a hand over his mug, munching on his toast. After waiting for him to get dressed on the nightstand, Jensen got brought downstairs and was now sitting on a folded towel, facing Jared. “We just slacked off here, had a couple of beers. Played bowling on the wii and you said you were turning in. I heard you take a shower.”

“I remember that.”

“And that’s it. I crashed early too.”

Jensen heaved a sigh. “Okay. Maybe it’ll pass?”

“Maybe. Hell if I know.” Jared shrugged. He wanted to bring comfort to his best friend as much as he could, but he was as clueless as Jensen was.

“What do we do?” Jensen toed the spoon that lay nearby on the table top.

“How about we wait til noon, see if… we wake up? Or, you suddenly pop up real sized?”

Jensen shrugged. “As much as it makes me feel like a total tool, could you keep carrying me around I don’t want your babies to lay eyes or… anything else, on me.”

“Sure.”

This was how Jensen ended up, half an hour later, straddling Jared’s left forearm, while his best friend read his emails. Jensen’s eyes were crossing, and he was reinforced in his conviction that huge tv screens weren’t for him. Jared was handling the mouse with his other hand and browsing.

Jensen leaned back on Jared’s arm, back bending backwards and laid a hand behind himself to support his weight. “You know, I just realized that the last time I rode a horse was on the set of Smallville. You’d like doing that someday? I kind of miss it.”

Jared started to smile at the way they always included each other in their plans, or at least offered. Then he frowned. Proportionally, to Jensen, his forearm and wrist were about the size of a horse. “Dude… are you saying you’re riding me?”

Jensen sat up straight. “Wow…” He looked up at Jared, then back down. Then, even if Jensen was looking away, Jared knew he smiled because his ears perked up. Jensen reached for the hem of his long sleeved tee, and tugged harshly, kicking his heels against Jared’s arm. “Yahh!!”

Jared chuckled, then went on a limb and tickled Jensen. Apparently turning into plastic hadn’t rendered him immuned to the tickle monsta that was Jared, but now he was utterly helpless. Jared kind of enjoyed it.

Too much.

When he finally let go, Jensen punched him gently on the back of the hand for good measure. “You’re lucky I apparently don’t need to breathe. Or don’t pee.”

“Yuck.”

Jensen gestured at the screen, where Jared’s mailbox was still displayed. “Hey, could you check mine for me?”

“No problem.”

He went to hotmail, typed Jensen’s address from memory and raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to type in the password.

Jensen groaned and muttered.

“What was that?”

“Ittybittyjenny.” Jensen repeated a little louder. Jared laughed. “Jeff set it up ages ago, okay? I never got around to changing the password. I always forget them so I figured I’d remember my brother teasing me.”

“Of course.”

There was only one unread email in his inbox. From Mike. The object was ‘Sorry, man.’

They exchanged a look, could Mike have something to do with it? If they admitted the truth of what was happening and if someone was actually involved in it, it would be Mike. Jared opened the email. There was no message, just a link. Jensen blinked in confusion when a huge picture of Daneel and a small icon of him appeared on the screen.

“Oh.” Jared said.

The article read ‘Daneel Harris cheats, hooks up with Chris Evans’.

Jensen blinked.

“Jen?” Jared sounded unsure and worried.

“I should-…” Jensen started, then cut himself off before starting again the same sentence. “I should feel bad, right?”

“Um…”

“I mean… Dani and I are friends, old friends before we’re anything else. We uh… we have an open relationship. People assumed what they wanted. But…”

“Maybe… you should just… just be like me and Gen.” Jared offered, wondering if he even had a say in this. If it was appropriate.

“It’s the same, Jay.”

“No it’s not.” Jared shook his head. “Gen and I, we’re friends. Good friends. We see other people and we have an agreement with them that when we see each other, we can see each other. You know?”

“It’s the basic friends with benefits thing?”

“Yeah. I like her just fine. I think she’s hot. She feels the same. But there’s no fake love story in it just to pretend. It’s the 21th century, we’ve got hecktic lives. Who cares?”

“You’re saying… I’m having a fake love story?” Jensen squinted up at Jared.

Even from where he was, even from this size, it was scary for Jared. He didn’t like making him mad. “No! I’m saying… I’m not having one.”

“Meh… maybe you’re right. Do you see Dani and I go anywhere? Seriously.”

“I… I’m gonna pass on that one. I’m not sure there’s an answer that won’t make you mad.”

Jensen looked at him curiously. “Sorry, man. Relax, I’m just…” he huffed. “Looks like we’re not gonna find our answer on here, uh?”

“You don’t feel any different?”

Jensen shook his tiny plastic head.

“I got an idea.”

He disappeared up the stairs and Jensen contemplated the fact that it took Jared three ginormous strides –he kind of jogged – to cross the living room and tried to imagine how long it would have taken him. Jared could have easily come back, taken the dog for a run and back again, before Jensen made it to the stairs.

When Jared finally reappeared, he was hanging up his phone. “Misha’s going to be home in an hour.”

“So?” Jensen raised an eyebrow. “You think he’s an expert it toy-…” Jensen snapped his mouth shut and tried again. “… in human metamorphosis.”

Jared leered at him. The fucker. “Well, when you put it like that I can’t say yes, Jen.”

Jensen kicked a bread crumb at him.

¤¤¤

Jared showed up at Misha’s doorstep ten minutes before he said he’d come. Misha, nonplussed, let him in. “Hi. What’s up? You sounded kind of…”

“Hi, yeah…” Jared waved a little. “I’m… well, I’m okay, but…”

“Is Sadie sick again? You know you don’t have to ask me to go see Sam, now. She loves you, she’d take her immediately.” Of course Misha knew everyone. Including awesome vets that cured dogs as easily as one could snaps fingers.

Jensen couldn’t. Rubber fingers won’t.

“No, no, she’s fine. You know she loves you, man? She keeps looking for you all around the house and…”

Jensen huffed. Stuffed in Jared’s breast pocket, he was resisting the urge to throw a series of tiny punches against his friend’s bicep because goldfish had better focus. But he was kind of squished with the weight of the fabric. Then… a vicious idea crossed his mind.

Jared was still talking. “…and then Sadie just dragged your shirt over to- OW!!...” he yelped, and Misha’s eyebrows shot up as Jared cringed and his hand flew up to his chest. “Okay, okay. To the point.” Jared grumbled.

Jensen grinned to himself because, biting Jared’s nipple? That sounded so wrong it was totally right.

“Mish… We need your help. I mean… I do. I… can’t explain here. We need you to come over and... get ready to… see some crazy stuff.”

There was a pause, and Jensen cursed inwardly against the fact that he couldn’t see through Jared’s shirt. Then Misha spoke. “Is that some kind of pick up line, Jared? Because if you guys wanna have that kind of fun, it’s really not really the way to go about succeeding.”

Jensen laughed so hard he was kind of thankful his little plastic self couldn’t cry because Jared would have had a stain on his shirt screaming ‘hey, I’m breastfeeding’. Which would have spun this adventure to a whole new degree of weird.

There was a silence during which Jared probably gaped like a fish and then he laughed. “Wow… no, Misha. Not that kind of crazy at all. Uh… it’s a crisis actually.”

“Yeah?” Pause. “How ‘d you figure I can help?”

“Well, first... I’m kind of freaking out, and you’re the only one nuts enough that won’t sign us up for a straightjacket right away.” Jared explained, on that both him and Jensen agreed.

“Jare. Is Jensen okay? You keep including him but he’s not… is he okay?” Misha asked.

“I uh… I dunno, to be honest.”

“Where is he?” Jensen bit his lip. He wanted to smile, because Misha sounded worried, which meant he cared and that just made Jensen love the crazy sucker even more. But then he would be smiling when a friend was worried and it was just mean.

“He’s here.” Jared said flatly.

There was a pregnant pause. “Very funny.” Another pause. No one laughed. “Is he hiding? Is there something wrong with him?”

“You could say that.” Jared said, and then there was the drag of the fabric against Jensen’s back, Jared hooked a finger on the pocket and pulled.

Jensen looked up to see Misha sending a weird look at Jared then peering inside. He waved up, showing that he wasn’t some random doll. “Hey, Misha. What’s new in your giant world?”

Misha stared, then disappeared from his view. There was silence again.

Then “I need to go take something from my room and then I’ll meet you upfront. I’m gonna need whisky and an explanation.”

Jared took Jensen back to the truck and sat him on the dashboard. “An explanation, huh? I wish we had one.”

Jensen swings his miniature legs back and forth. “You’re telling me.”

¤¤¤

“So, you’re Gulliver Dean. Interesting.” Misha looked at him closely, curiously.

“Dude, you’re acting like Castiel. Back off. Your breath is getting me drunk.” Jensen sat back heavily.

“I only had a sip.” Misha remarked, pulling away.

“Yeah, well, for me it’d fill a bathtub.” He said, and pawed at his clothes. “And yeah, I seem to be some sort of Dean action figure. Look, I even have his EMF reader.” He pulled it out of his pocket.

“Does it work?”

Jensen tilted his head and tried turning it on. “Yep.”

Jared picked it up. “Wow. That’s one nano version.”

Misha huddled close, Jensen watching them examine the microscopic device. “You imagine the precision required to make tech so small?”

Jensen coughed loudly. “Hey, Sheldon, Leonard, could you focus? If I stay that way we’re all out of a job and one of you’s gonna have to feed me. … If I even eat...”

“Hey. Who’s Sheldon?” Misha squinted down at him.

“You are, duh. You’re the weirdest guy I know, and believe me… I know Mike and Chad. Plus you know the most random stuff. Or people.”

“Thank you.” Misha beamed at him. “I’m a mystery.” He stood fully and smiled to himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve talked to Jim. I’ll give him a call.”

Jared shook his head and picked Jensen up. The plastic man smirked. “I swear he’s more like Walter Bishop sometimes.”

“I hear the guy that plays his son is cool.”

“Yeah, he’s okay.” Jensen agreed.

“How about…” Misha whipped around with a grand gesture, looking pointedly at Jensen’s clothing. “.. we do it Winchester style. We don’t know what this is, let’s research.”

“Research what?”

“Anything. It always ends up working.”

“Of course it does, Supernatural is a work of fiction.”

“Not entirely, I’m sure.” Misha eyed him. “Exhibit A.” Then waved a hand toward the stairs. “And I’m sure Jared does have a ruler by his bed, and every morning when he wakes up-...”

“Alright, alright.” Jared held one hand up. “Fine. Research. There’s my laptop over there, I’m gonna head upstairs and grab Jen’s.” he turned toward mini Dean. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Sure. Why not?”

They ignored Misha’s snigger and his stage-whispered ‘maybe for the folder ‘J2 sex manips’…’.

Minutes later found them absorbed in research. Jared was sitting at the table, while Misha was on the desk where Jared and Jen had checked their emails earlier. Jensen huffed in boredom and came closer to Jared’s arm, resting his elbows on it like it was a bar. “What do I do?”

“Oh… I got you something.” Misha said and sprang up from his chair excitedly. “I couldn’t resist. I thought you could play with it. Maybe take some pictures.”

Jensen frowned suspiciously at Jared, who shrugged back, looking just as puzzled. Misha came back and, with a floorish, placed, right next to Jensen, the tiny plastic Castiel replica he took from set as a souvenir.

“You’re kidding me.” Jensen tried to sound stern and disapproving, but to be honest he found Misha’s ideas hilarious most of the time.

“Hey, you two are the same size.” Misha sounded excited, amused.

“How about I look up some Dastiel fiction you can role play, huh?”

“Keep it up. If you get me mad enough I might just hulk back to my real size and punch you.”Jensen growled.

Still, when Misha went back to his spot, he took a look at mini Cas and grinned to himself. He was way better done. He even thumbed up and wrapped an arm around the fake angel when Jared offered to take a picture.

“Too bad that guy’s never gonna be a real boy.”

Half an hour later, Jensen had tried putting everything that lay on the table and he could lift on top of Castiel’s head and it was getting old. Jared got up and pulled something out of the printer. Without allowing Jensen to see, he took a pair of scissors and outlined something. Then, with a grin, he came back and gave Jensen the ‘1up’ he’d just printed.

Jensen went and picked up a spoon, trying different angles so he could see his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Apparently I still have teeth. So I can bite you.” Jensen gave Jared a big smile.

It was nice to see the doubt cross his features, from Jensen’s tiny point of view. He could still make threats. Jared picked the paper mushroom up and threw it away.

Just as Jensen was getting satisfied, Aqua’s Barbie Girl started to blast from the speakers and Jared burst into laugh, grinning at yet another one of Misha’s jokes.

Jensen grit his teeth, then remembered the speakers were plugged near where he was. He went, and with all his might pulled out the plug and cut the alimentation. Misha smiled at him, and flicked the jack from the speakers out of the laptop, so the song started again from the laptop itself.

“I hate you. You’ll pay for that, I dunno how, but you will.” Jensen growled, then yelled at the screen. “It’s not fucking fantastic you bitch!”

“Hey, stay cool soda pop.” Misha said, hitting the space bar and cutting the sound. “I think I got it.”

¤¤¤

“So I’m a fanfiction character? I’m Dean, from a freaking fanfic!” Jensen shuddered. This was starting to creep him out plenty.

Misha, iphone in hand, paused and looked down at him. Jensen was lying in a soup spoon. “So, you’re the little spoon type.”

Jensen stuck out his tongue at him, then sat up strait suddenly, then jumped off the spoon completely and walked off to the end of the table.

“What was that all about?” Misha inquired.

Jared shrugged. “Salad fingers.”

“Ah.” Misha shuddered. “I hear ya, Jen.”

“Could we…” Jensen huffed and came back. “… get back to my little toy story problem.”

“Oh yeah… I like that movie.” Misha grinned.

Jared snorted. “Really? I thought it was lame.”

“I... probably didn’t watch the one you’re thinking off.”

“Eh. Gross.”

“Guys!” Jensen fumed.

“Here.” Misha hit the send call button. Jensen glanced back at the screen where a nicely made manip showed him (the actual, now him) and Sam in deep, frowny conversation, while Dean was standing on the hood of the Impala.

Under it was this :

Title: How insignificant I am if you don’t love me.

Fandom: Spn

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/Character: Sam/Dean

Summary: After a night with a little too much booze and talking, Sam wakes up and remembers Dean’s drunken words about how much he needs his love to live. Somehow, it doesn’t fit in Sam’s head with the empty motel room. Except it’s not that empty.

Disclaimer: Kriple’s the lucky bastard that owns them. Not me.

Jensen and Jared refused to read more, even though Misha swore it was funny has hell.

“Hey, Dom, it’s Misha.” Misha greeted. “…F’course, man, ditto. Hey, look. I need a little help here. You know, your very… special expertise.” Misha glanced at his friends sideways. “Yup. It’s uh… on the internet actually. I’m sending you the url right now.”

Jensen and Jared looked at each other. They didn’t really know who Misha was calling, but the anticipation made their skin crawl.

“Yeah. It is fanfic. “Nuh huh, not me. Not this time, man. It’s only Wincest on here. …” Sly grin. “Yeah, uh… actually, that’s what I was thinking. They are, right? Those are true symbols.” Misha perked up, listening with attention. “Uh huh. … Yes. … Hm… yeah, kind of. … The Dean part.” He bit his lip, to hide a grin. “Yeah, thanks man. Will do. Bye.”

He hung up.

“So?”

“I was right.” Misha gestured to the screen. It was a livejournal. The theme of the layout was clearly supernatural. The header of the journal displayed the whole family, the Winchesters, Castiel, Bobby, even Anna, Helen and Jo. The whole atmosphere was reinforced with dark colors and symbols. “Those are voodoo.” He explained. “They made some aspects of the fanfic come true.”

“Huh.” Jensen said. “So, what should we do now? Contact the author?”

“And say what? Your fanfic is offensive? Take it off, it turned Jensen into Tiny Tim?”

“Right.”

Misha smiled. “Don’t worry, people. Let Misha handle it.” He said, making a second call.

Jared eyed Jensen critically, then his eyebrow shot up when they heard their friend talk.

“Hello. My name is Misha Collins, can you put me through with agent Harper please? … Yes.” Misha heaved a discreet sigh. “Charlie, Oscar, Lima, Lima, November, Sierra. Collins. Yes! Please.” He snorted and tapped his fingers against his leg. “Ah, hey Wizzy Wizard.” Misha greeted. “How’s the Bureau treating you?” he laughed. “You bet. Hey, if you have a minute I’d like you to run a search for me. … sure. Thanks. Uh, no no… not trouble like you mean it but…. Yeah. Uh huh. I sent you a url. It’s like a blog. Could you like, I dunno. Track down the user? Know where the post come from? Yeah. Yeah thanks.”

Misha hung up. “He’ll call back in a minute.”

“How the heck do you know people at the FBI?” Jared tilted his head. “Are you human?”

Misha laughed. “Like I said…” he grinned brightly as he picked up another call. “…I’m a mystery. Hey, man. You’re fast. I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Okay…” The Wizzy Wizard, or Agent Harper, sounded pretty normal for a guy that hacked for the Bureau and knew Misha Collins. “So most of these posts come from a house. I crossed off the others, they’re shools ore libraries and such. Given the name, I’m thinking Queenklu’s the daughter, Katy. I emailed you the address.”

“Wow. Nice job.” Jared said.

“Need anything else, guys?”

“Na, thanks man. Next time I’m in DC I’ll give you a call, Mr I-rock-the-FBI.”

“Alright, Mr My-Halloween-Costume’s-my-Human-Studies’-Pink-Panties. See ya.”

When he hung up with a grin, Misha was met with leering eyebrows from his friends. “College roommate.”

“Hm.”

Misha checked his mails. “Anchorage, huh. Guess we’re going to the Great White North.”

“At least it’s not Florida.”

“Yeah.”

Part 2 | Fic Masterpost

OMG!! I'm working with reapers!!!

2009-12-11T09:21:48Z

Awesome! I can't believe it took so long for me to catch up that I'm working with Happy Time!

I do have contacts with a lot of firms but... come on! The person I talked to on the phone was called Dolores ! How cool is that?!

I'm tempted to ask her if she has big brown eyes but I'm not sure she'd get it.

Anyway, if Masson ever decided he was going to work at Happy Time, I'd have to transfer. Yup.

Greg House has half a spoiler...

2009-12-08T18:44:39Z

Latest Spoilers on House MD from Director Greg Yaitanes...

[...]
Do you think House loves Wilson?
Maybe. Be sure to watch ep11.
[...]

Whee!

My brain fucking rocks! (meaning: I had another fic dream)

2009-12-04T23:07:48Z

My brain and dreams went in overdrive yesterday and did a pretty awesome mix of fiction, fandom and stuff.

So, I was becoming a regular on NCIS LA, a geek punky chick with bright red hair as a friend and sort of flirty we-don't-know-what's-going-on here with Eric, whom I knew from college.

I dunno why I ended up on the field, but I went along with Sam and G to interview a witness (or potential suspect, you know how yo'ure not given the specifics in dreams...). witness who happened to be a (current? retired?) porn star.

Played by... wait for it... Misha Colins.

And oh boy, fangirls go boom.

Instead of Cas on screen we had full blown Misha. The one with the evil glint in the eye, the killer smirk and such a pretty laugh. In a nutshell : a lot of fanfic were raging on the internet putting Sam and Dean from the trickster world(s) in NCIS LA...

Anyway, I was the one that recognised him for the star he was, as the boys seemed clueless and had a blast showing them some of his 'work'. So when we were interviewing him, G was asking questions about the job, how cool is it, do you really enjoy it? Does it take the fun out of it? did you ever wanna do anything else?

I don't even know how the conversation played out but my brain crashed when Misha pointed a finger at his mouth and went "Seriously, with that mouth, you think I was destined to do anything else but porn?"

*glee*

Then he points a finger, back and forth between G and Sam, and goes "You two sould consider it, you'd make a hell of a duo."

And then there's the characteristic Sam eyebrow rise and G glaring. At me, because i'm standing there, trying not to burst into laughter.

Which I did, a soon as I woke up.

Now my boyfriend thinks I'm nuts.

He might be right.

SONOFA***!!

2009-11-27T15:56:20Z

Damn! I've been thinking for two weeks that people didn't like me anymore and that my fav authors weren't updating... turns out, once again, that hotmail's moved lj_notify from the authorized senders to the blacklist. What the hell?

Oh, wait.

Was LJ trying to help me study for the GMAT? Cause that worked.

Yep. Finally.

I kciked it in the butt! 570!

Mayeb some of you have heard of better scores... but maths and me aren't friends so I think it's great.

Now, all I need is my GPA. Which the school won't gave me because they mess up the scores and shit and don't even know themselves. *sneers* If I can't get to the states because of them, I might get violent.

I am not freaking out ! ... much.

2009-11-26T11:57:43Z

Okay. The strangest thing happened to me yesterday, and I'm still feeling it and let me tell you, it hurts like a bitch.

Has anyone ever found a papercut or a razorblade cut in one of their fingers and gone 'huh... I didn't even feel it... then.' ?

Yeah... it happened to me yesterday. I told david I dropped his razor and had damned cat reflexe and caught it on instinct, cutting myself on it...

The thing is... I have no idea what happened to my hands.

Yup. You read it right. Hands. As in plural.

It's razor cuts, it has to be. My left palm's skin had a slide of it hanging until i went nuts and ripped it off. It's only superficial, but it stings. That's been shaved off.

But I didn't shave.

I've got cuts on my left index finger. On my right middle finger and my right fourth finger has seven cuts on it and it's bleeding and stinging like hell.

Now it hurts when I type and that makes me cry inside. In my special, angry place.

Seriously, what the hell?

Something's wrong with me. It can't have happened without me noticing.

Except it did.

Damn.

An idea?

Exorcism?

Anything?

OMG!! My inner Dean Winchester just had a heart attack. (And possibly a hard on...)

2009-11-17T16:46:27Z

I saw something yesterday that made my inner Winchester squirm.

I saw, for real, one gorgeous '67 Impala.

Now, before you mock, it's rare to see some in such a good state. Keep in mind that I live in France, so... I was more than a little shocked.

It wasn't black, but just as shinny as Dean's. It was dark gray. I looked it up, it HAD to be a perso paintjob because that color doesn't even exist in regual carpaint shades. Beautiful.

And there's a guy that looked barely twenty stepping out of it and I'm like, all stupid and fangirly. "Nice wheels, man."

And that *%$£sonofa¤@!! says "What? That thing? That's an old crap that belongs to my parents. Can't wait to have my Aygo back."

*headdesk* He probably didn't get why I walked away.

Seriously. The guys owns a small Toyota, nothing wrong with that in itself, but it cannot compare to a collection car. *whacks him*

... *steals keys*

Coping mechanism. I'm wearing my favorite leather to work today.

Fic: Five times Jared Padalecki wondered about his friends and once he didn’t.

2009-11-15T17:03:02Z

Title: Five times Jared Padalecki wondered about his friends and once he didn’t.
Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jared, Misha/Jensen
Word Count: 2,841
Rating: PG 13
Summary: When you’re Jared Padalecki and have as awesome friends as Misha and Jensen, there’s one downside. You don’t always get what’s going on.
Spoilers: S4 (hopefully S5, you’ll get it)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them. If I did, that’d be my way of sharing with you.
N/A: I blame this and dedicate this, to the wonderful savingfaith333 who got my head rolling back in the gutter with this wonderful pairing.

“Dean’s so gay.” Jensen says with conviction, and Jared actually has to pause and look up from his script.

“What page are you on?” he asks, and even as he frowns, he feels like Sam a little. Like Sam trying to figure out Dean.

“Thirty three.”

Sam frowns, flips a few pages back. “Jen. Dean’s practically kicking Castiel out.”

Jensen gestures with his own stack of sheets. “Yes, exactly!” he says, huffing at Jared’s lack of understanding. “C’mon, man. You know Dean by now. It’s the classic ‘I love you, go away’ scenario here.”

Jared frowns. “I thought he was just like that with Sammy. Wait. With a guy?”

Jensen wears his ‘duh’ face. “Hence the ‘Dean’s so gay’ conclusion.” He puts his script aside. “Dude, think about it. Why would he feel so awkward mistaken as a gay guy if he actually wasn’t, or you know, gotten over it?! Why do you think they got Castiel on the show for so long? Why do you think they’re always so damn physically close? Eric can’t actually give the fans the whole Wincest thing.”

“Although, he keeps toying with the concept…”

“Right. And suddenly, poof, another guy appears. A guy with a special relationship with Dean. A guy that changes Dean and whom Dean changes back. If that’s not preparing the network for the big ‘Sam Winchester is a fag hag’ party, then I don’t know anything about tv shows anymore.”

“Huh.”

It’s not like Jared hasn’t thought about that. He suspects there’s a specific intent behind the fact that the subject of angels and sexuality has gone completely unmentioned from the start. He’s not stupid.

He just didn’t think Jensen would sound so okay with it. Almost like… he’s proud of Dean or something.

Misha’s frame in the door catches Jared’s eyes and he waves him over, then looks back at his best friend. Jensen is smiling fondly at him. “I forget. You really are the cuter of the two of us.”

“That’s debatable.” Misha pipes up, plopping down next to Jensen on the couch. He picks up the discarded script and completely ignores Jared’s offended huff at that.

“Why?” Jared asks Jensen instead of teasing Misha, seeing it would be pointless.

“Sometimes you just can’t see what’s right in front of you.” Jensen smiles. It’s not an insult, it’s still just as fond, as if he really finds it an adorable trait of Jared. Then the green eyes are sidetracked by Misha dropping the script back down, page open to the first scene Misha has to shoot today. The one they were talking about earlier. Jensen raises an eyebrow as a greeting. “What’s up?”

Misha leans forward and steals Jared’s mug of coffee, taking a cautious sip off it. “Dean’s so gay.” He comments, dragging the word for emphasis.

Jensen beams at him.

And Jared is left wondering exactly what it is that’s right in front of him and he can’t see.

They’re between takes. Jensen is all kinds of fidgety because he’s cold. The brothers are supposed to be just out of bed so he’s only wearing a shirt. Jared had the sense of taking a coat with him on that part of the set, but Jensen was barely awake when he got to the makeup trailer and didn’t think this one through.

When Jared suggested coffee, Misha instantly offered to go get them as he wasn’t actually in that part of the scene, so if they were called in, he wouldn’t be missing.

“Remind me again why Dean sleeps bare feet.” Jensen grumbles and curls his toes in his knickers. Being without socks sucks.

“Because there’s a size metaphor with feet and hands and the fangirls got stuck on your feet the first time around.” Jared supplies.

“Hm.” Jensen shivers again. Jared’s tempted to wrap him in a hug but he knows it’d make his friend uncomfortable. “It’s way too early for penis jokes for me.”

Jared snickers and Misha reappears. “Here you go, Jare.” He says, handing the taller guy a small cup. Jared’s an expresso guy.

Most of the time so are Jensen and Misha, but today, with the cold, quantity is better than quality, so Misha’s carrying too tall plastic cups. “Here.” He says, shoving a shoulder in Jensen’s direction. He’s carrying a blanket on it.

“Oh, god, thanks Mish.” Jensen practically cries and carefully pulls the fabric free before wrapping himself in it.

Misha is focusing on the coffees. “Yours is…” he sniffs over the seemingly identical cups. “…this one.” He decides and hands Jensen one.

Jensen squints suspiciously. “What? You peed in it or something?”

Misha huffs with a grin but stays silent, preferring to take a long gulp of his own cup, wrapping both hands around it with delight. With one last suspicious glance Misha’s way, Jensen pops open the lid of the cup and tastes his. And his eyes go wide.

He makes a exclamation sound, swallows and yelps. “Chocolate sauce! You added some!”

Misha smiles, a little embarrassed by Jensen’s reaction.

Jensen looks at him, then back at his cup like it’s a newfound treasure. “Awesome…” he says, almost to himself. Then he raises his head again. “Hey Misha.”

Both Misha and Jared look up at him.

“You’re an angel.” He says with a wide smile and a bat of his eyelashes.

At that, even though it’s clear how pleased he is, Misha raises his chin and purses his lips together. “And don’t you forget it.”

There’s something in the way Jensen laughs at that that has Jared feeling the pang of jealousy. The ‘stop stealing my friend’ type. But deep inside, there’s a voice that tells him that he’s probably wrong about that.

It’s not the first time Jared’s seen Jensen shirtless. It’s not the first time Misha’s stayed over. It’s not the first time he’s seen either of them in the state of post shower wetness.

Not surprisingly, though, walking in on all three combined is a bit much.

Misha is lounging on the cough, watching tv with one eye. His air is wet and messy, he’s wearing an old shirt of Jensen’s and sweat pants that actually belong to him –a clue as how many time he’s crashed here. His bare feet are propped up on the coffee table.

Jensen is still half undressed from his own shower. The shirt he’s planning to wear is resting on the back of the couch near Misha’s head, while he’s sitting on the armrest, toweling his hair, still dripping from the shower.

And suddenly Jared wonders if it was the same one they both took.

“Hey guys.” He greets a little awkwardly.

“Hey, Jay. How’s Genevieve?” Jensen asks as if nothing should feel weird. Jared guesses nothing should.

“She’s good. Weekend’s too short though.” He says. “I’m beat. I’m gonna take a shower, see if it clears the fog a little.”

“Um… you might wanna try coffee instead.” Jensen says, cringing slightly.

“And wait at least half an hour.” Misha continues. Jared has a little ‘what the fuck?’ moment, before things make sense. “No more hot water.”

“Ah.”

And there it is again. The question he cannot ask.

Because if they didn’t tell him, either they’re not ready to, they don’t want to, or there’s nothing to tell. So if he asks, he’s either going be the pushy asshole or to look like a moron.

“Okay. Coffee, then.”

Still. Did Misha and Jensen shower together? And if yes… after what? Or doing what? Or who?

Jared feels like he’s going to shoot himself in the head before the coffee even reaches his cup.

Jensen wriggles his socks covered toes again and Misha looks down at them. Because, at the moment, Jensen’s feet are propped up on his lap. “Am I supposed to pet them?” Misha deadpans.

“They’re cold.” Jensen pouts, making a perfect impression of a lovechild between an innocent kid and a puppy –if the idea in itself wasn’t that gross, and impossible, because, clearly, a kid that has sex with a puppy cannot be still innocent. Then he beams brightly.

Jared sighs. They’re supposed to be having a meeting with Eric and he’s not even there yet. Jensen and Misha are way too cheerful for 5:30am. Even he has his limits, but apparently the other two keep fueling each other’s fire or something.

Wow. Bad image.

“And why did you take your shoes off, again?” Misha is asking.

Jensen pouts again, this time looking like himself. He grumbles. “Dean’s. Dean’s shoes.” He points out. “The guy probably has feet made of steel but I don’t. These boots are fucking new and it’s killing me.” It’s true, he’s been wearing them for two days and the relief of taking them off has been expressed in various obscene versions of moans and groans in the makeup trailer that had Jared worrying about J2 sex rumors starting up again on set.

“Aw… poor Jenny.” Misha good-naturedly unwraps his scarf from around his neck and bunches it up over Jensen’s feet. “Better?”

Jensen sighs and smiles. “Much.” He says. “Thank you.”

Jared eyes them critically, but Jensen just grins back at him. He’s annoying when he gets all Dean-like like that. He’s unreadable. And also just plain annoying.

Eric eventually comes in though, apologize for being late and explains about some technical difficulties he had to attend to first thing. No one really listens. Misha is reading something, wrists crossed over Jensen’s ankles, and Jensen looks like he’s tuning everything out, staring at a spot on his knee.

Jared is watching them.

“So, uh, anyway…” he coughs, and that has Jensen blink up and Jared sitting up. That’s Eric’s nervous cough. That’s the ‘Hey, guys, Dean’s going to Hell’ cough. That’s the ‘Hey, Jared, how do you feel about demon sex?’ cough. That’s the ‘Hey, Jen, you’re going to sing again’ cough.

“You know that there’s a lot of pressure on this show and… the network… they asked us to…”

“Eric.” Misha cuts in. “We know.”

“Huh?”

Jared frowns. Know what?

“Dean and Castiel kiss. There might be some groping. We know.” Jensen clarifies.

Oh that. That was to be expected, Jared thinks. That’s kind of why he thought they were never going to do it.

“Oh.” Eric boggles for a second.

Misha holds up a script. Jensen points at him. “Sneakiest guy ever.”

“Huh. So, you do know. You’ve, uh… You’ve read it.” Eric stammers. “How… Are you guys okay with Dean and Cas making out?”

Misha and Jensen snort. “Fucking finally.”

With the way Jensen and Misha don’t seem to care much about it, actually being enthusiastic about the character development, the scene morphs a little. The audience is going to be surprised, because the kiss doesn’t happen on screen. It’s scripted, and it’ll never be showed. It’s just scripted for them, to know where the ‘Dastiel’ thing starts.

The scene they’re actually shooting today is the one that’ll take the audience completely aback. There’s been some tension between Dean and the angel for a few episodes now, ever since they kissed off screen. But the viewers will be expecting either a freak out on Dean’s part, on Zach’s or maybe the kiss they don’t know already happened. Or a simple admission maybe.

Not a sex scene.

But that’s what they’ll get. Just before Christmas break.

Eric Kripke is evil. Jared always believed it.

He’s also a fucking genius at that.

He sticks around after his scenes because, hell if he’s gonna miss this.

When he sneaks around and takes his spot in a dark corner, Eric is explaining the scene to Jensen and Misha, and showing them the marks on the floor, the postures and stuff. Pretty normal for a scene.

Except it must be the second time ever they’ve seen Misha as Castiel without his coat and jacket. They’re actually lying miserably on the floor, discared thoughtlessly during the frenzy of Dean and Castiel’s making out pre scene.

Jared’s too far to hear anything so he focuses on the sight. Jensen is only wearing sweatpants and Jared’s mind flashes back to another time. His best friend is talking back with Eric, one palm pressed against Misha’s chest and he reaches out to loosen the blue tie, then undoes a button. Misha looks down, serious and nods at something his Jensen says, and he bunches up his shirt in his fists a few times to give it a proper ‘I’ve been getting rowdy with Dean Winchester’ wrickly look. Then Eric nods and gives them a thumb up and steps away.

The scene will start with Dean and Castiel already riled up and in the middle of it, so when Misha takes his mark, he’s actually just hovering over Jensen, who’s taken position, lying in bed.

“And… action!”

It’s all Dean’s desperation that shows on Jensen’s face as he reaches up to unbutton Misha’s makeup shirt. Castiel is bended over Dean on the bed and holding himself up on the headboard. Once he gets the shirt out of the way, Dean touches Cas’ chest and looks up to meet his eyes. The way green clashes with blue isn’t scripted. The way Dean swears when they kiss either.

Castiel struggles with his tie with both hands, refusing to break the kiss and he finally pulls it free and throws it over his back without any care.

All the scene screams of Dean’s desperation, his usual frenzy and neediness.

The way Castiel mirrors it, with the same passion but a little hesitation as he’s most likely never done this before is amazing.

It’s king of beautiful.

Then Dean flips them over, already bare chest, since, given the sweat pants, that he was probably in bed before Castiel showed up. Jared is absolutely sure the pause during which Jensen stares down in Misha’s eyes, then smiles a little before resuming the passionate kissing, isn’t scripted anywhere. It hasn’t even been discussed.

It’s a first take. Granted, for this sort of scenes they try to have the least takes possible. But he guesses Eric figured if Jensen and Misha were a little awkward it would only make it more realistic. It wasn’t specified, but it might just be Dean and Castiel’s first time.

But it turns out that they’re not awkward at all. Actually, Jared finds them very at ease. That’s really fucking hot, even he thinks so, no matter how awkward he knows this scenes are or how weird it can be between coworkers.

The fans are going to die.

He makes a mental not to call Megan and have her on the phone while she watches this one. But on speaker, so the squeals don’t pierce his eardrum.

He sneaks a glance at Eric, who looks completely taken aback, realizing what he’s written looks like put in action.

He can’t tear his eyes away from the couple long, though. Dean’s got both hands cupping Castiel’s jaw and kissing him hard, pressing him down to the mattress and Castiel’s just reaching for more, pulling Dean close, fingers digging in the skin of his back.

One of them rocks against the other, Jared isn’t sure who, and the kiss breaks on a gasp. Jensen’s head falls in the crook of Misha’s neck as Castiel bites at Dean’s jaw. It’s not a nip. Not a kiss with teeth. He actually catches the bone between his teeth and Dean’s cry is muffled but unmistakable. It’s not pain. Nor is Castiel’s reaction to whatever Dean does in his neck that has him throw his head backwards and strain against Dean’s hold.

Everyone a little stunned, the cameras keep turning around them, capturing several angles that will be de rushed and used for the episode.

Another moment ticks by and Eric has to clear his throat twice before the word comes out more than a broken whisper. “…cut!”

Just as usual, there’s the clatter of people breathing again, moving again and the chatter of the voices starting back up.

On the bed, Misha and Jensen are still entangled in each other, even though they’ve stopped kissing on cue. Misha is saying something quietly, grinning, and Jensen is laughing softly an inch away from his lips, before he leans in one last time to press a quick kiss on Misha’s lips and rolls off him. He falls to his side and pulls the covers higher over himself. He shivers from the loss of all that body heat and they’re both looking over at the bossman.

Eric exchanges glances with a couple of guys checking their monitors, there’s silent communication and also more stunned faces, then he turns back to them. “It’s good boys. We can move on.”

Jared only notices just then that Misha’s hand is trailing softly between Jensen’s shoulder blades. He pouts at Eric, while Jensen snickers and hides his blushing face in Misha’s neck. “Five more minutes?”

Jared’s eyebrow shoot up, only he’s not that surprised.

“I guess that answers it.”

Oh my dear gothic nights, how I'd missed you...

2009-11-09T15:27:19Z

Okay, so... hose of you who'll read this probably only bothered because they know me. And if you do, you know I'm not much for partying.
Cause I'm a geek.
And also because of my health.
I can't believe I lasted all night.
I'm still shaky, though. Adrenaline and exhaustion, probably. I alwys seem to be riding low on sugar these days and be hungry all the time (and I EAT ALL THE F***ING TIME, DAMMIT!)...

But yeah... goth nights are really something I wante dto go back to when I came back to Paris. Why, pray tell?
1) These people are fun and the most tolerant you can find among what they call 'urban tribes'.
2) The music's good. I love industrial electro when I need to blow off steam.
3) I kind of enjoy walking down underground instead of in a club full of nosey snob people.
4) It makes hooking up really easy.

Okay, fine I have a boyfriend.

I also have eyes. :)

You'll like it if
1) You have an open mind, and are easy to amuse. Some of these people come up with the greatest costumes. (From the guy with a corset that lights up, to the post appocalyptic combo (oxygen mask and white contacts)... whee!!)
2) You're a moderate perv. Like me. Meaning: if you find yourself grinning like an idiot everytime you see same sex making out.

And... damn! Why do I always have to be taken when I go there?!

Of course, David was with me. I'm kind of surprised, actually, that I managed to drag him there. I knew he'd love it but he's usually prejudiced.

Anyway... It's pretty easy to hook up down there. In a good way. You walk down in another world. If you don't want to, you'll never be hit on, but if you look interested, you've got everyone for you. And there were these two girls, DAMN! Even Thirteen looked just about good looking compared to them.
*weeps*
I know, I shouldn't be like that, I have a boyfriend.
*huffs*
I hate myself.
Meh...

Okay. So! Now that i've scared everyone off, I'll go back to work!

PS: These pictures aren't of us, but for those who know me on FB, I might get tagged any day now.

Supernatural 5x08 Changing Channels

2009-11-07T01:25:32Z

*gigglefit*

Srly.

They dared.

I am in awe of Kripke. (Psst, Joss. I still love you best, but I think you two should do something together.)

House, GA, CSI (Caine style, y'all), Knight Rider...

Come on, Sam the car? Hey, queenklu , you and I... we need to have a lil' chat with Kripke. They're stealing our ideas. First mine with The End (a fic i'll post soon called History) and yours with the Curse curse thing now?

Damn. What's too say here? They're good, or we are?

Anyway... the epi didn't bring much to the plot, but HELL YEAH for the bonus laughter. And... hey, aside from the very gay trailer... do you agree with me that they've been preparing us for a year an a half for Dean's coming out? (Possibly by a hot make out session with Cas, since they can't actually go Wincest.)

I mean... he's gay. Bi. whatever. He never gets that intimidated or even... affected around women. First he hits on guys when he's drunk, then there's Cas and the whole beating around the bush thing, and now... no he blushes and gapes and drools over Doctor Sexy? (Cowboy boots, uh? Reverse Doc House much? God, I wish it had been Chris Kane playing him... *Now I'm drooling*)

So.. Trickster's not a trickster, huh... It's Gabby after all. Well, I can't say I don't relate. It's sad, because i don't actually agree with what he's doing, but if I'm honest with myself, that's totally what I'm doing. Runningthe fuck away and not really caring who my get hurt in my wake. Charming. Courageous and shit.
And my family's not even that screwed up.

Okay. Plenty of rambling now. Gonna go sleep.

adja999 @ 2009-11-06T10:09:00

2009-11-06T09:11:15Z

A little thought for Dean and Cas on this beautiful day.

Happy bithday, Bert and Ernie.

Fic: The things you’ll find at Mike’s parties

2009-11-02T23:53:59Z

I had a pretty shitty end of day, so my sharing this with you guys is more an effort and also more vital than it was before.

Remember how I said I love my brain for all the super fanfic worthy dreams it gives me? Well, I made this one a real fic. Just because I found it so great when I woke up. Not my usual work.

Hm, so, just so we’re clear, I guess, when I dreamt I wasn’t Daneel, but I was in her place.

Title: The things you’ll find at Mike’s parties
Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane, Daneel, Genevieve, mentions of others (namely, Steve, Mike and Tom).
Word Count: 1,018
Rating: Uh… NC-17?
Summary: I really can’t tell
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Own them? I wish.

Jared wanders away from the party and seeks the bathroom. A little too much beer will do that to your bladder. He idly wonders where his friends are. He was so deep in conversation with Genevieve and Misha that he lost track of Jen, and oh, there’s Steve. And Mike and Tom. Well, all’s not lost, right? The loft isn’t that big anyway. He will eventually bump into - or, y’know, fall asleep on - someone he knows.

He makes a turn and alters when he hears sounds of people kissing and whispering. Hm, maybe he should take another route to the bathroom. Or, maybe find a potted flower or something. Ooh! Off the balcony, like Mike does.

That’s when he hears the words, and somehow, his feet get interested and refuse to move away.

A guy is humming low. “I really… really dig that.” He purrs.

There’s a soft chuckle. “I’ll show you what else I can do with that tongue stud.”

“Oh, but I already-…”

“I said… else.” The girl insists on the word and Jared’s eyebrows shoot up. Oh.

Apparently, the guy has the same reaction. “Oh…” and then he laughs.

And then she laughs.

And then Jared’s heart stops.

It can’t be.

She wouldn’t… He wouldn’t!

They…

No way!

He rounds the corner and there they are… Chris and Daneel, leaning close and fucking groping each other, Chris’ weight pressing her into the wall.

Jared feels sick.

They stop kissing upon seeing him and Daneel gasps. But they only look surprised, not a bit guilty. Like maybe there’s an alternate universe in which what they’re doing is not way wrong.

Jensen is here, dammit.

“Jared…” Chris starts, but Jared takes a step forward and the set of his jaw makes Chris go silent again, steeling himself for whatever angry, righteous tirade or punch is coming.

“So I was thinking-…” Jensen’s voice carries from behind the corner before he actually appears, obviously finishing to pull up his fly. From somewhere behind him, comes the sound of a toilet flush.

He pauses upon seeing the couple, then their faces, then he looks over at Jared and his expression is one of shock.

Daneel looks between him and Jared, then at Chris. That fucker hasn’t moved.

“Huh.” Jensen lets out, and this sets the group in motion.

Chris drops his hand from Daneel’s hip and takes a step back. “I should…”

“Wait.” Jensen calls. He eyes Jared for a second then moves over to kiss Daneel briefly, his hand coming to brush the back of her neck and her naked shoulders. Then he meets Chris’s eyes and Jared can’t get what the fuck is going on. Jensen considers him for a while and looks back at Chris. “You should go.” He decides. “I’ll take a cab and meet you in a few. Jared and I… need to talk.”

Yes. Jared’s got that feeling too.

He knows Jensen likes guys. And girls.

Is this… Are Jensen and Dani actually doing the PR thing? Did Jensen feel the need to do it even for Jared’s benefit? What the-…

Chris and Daneel nod and start going, but Jensen catches Chris’ hand. “Hey.” He says softly, with a secret smile. “Save me some.”

“Huh.” Chris grins back. “Tell that to Dani. She said she’s gonna do her tongue thing.”

Jensen’s eyebrows shoot up and, even from where he stands, Jared can see the heat that flares in his eyes. He pulls Chris close and kisses him.

It couldn’t be confused with a friend’s playful kiss. It’s not deep, no tongue, but it’s firm and it lasts more than a peck. Chris lets out a low groan and it’s obvious they’ve done this before.

When Jensen pulls away he smiles at him. “You’re gonna weep.”

“Can’t wait.” Chris jokes and jogs off after Dani.

When Jensen turns around, he looks hesitant, although still wearing a small satisfied smirk. He tucks his hands in his pockets and walks up to his best friend.

“So… how long have you been fucking Chris?” Jared asks, blunt and little miffed.

“Actually…. Most of the time, Chris is fucking me.” Jensen attacks right back, tone gentle. He just knows how to handle Jared. Shock him right out of his anger.

It works. It seems to be just enough of TMI. “Wh-… what?”

“I’ve never… hidden this from you, Jay. I’m bi. I like guys too. And, well, sometimes when I’m with a girl for a long time I miss it.” He chuckles. “I mean, boy, the girl is gifted, I wasn’t kidding about weeping earlier but… yeah… I miss the…” he gestures vaguely at Jared’s torso, spreads his hands to encompass the width of his friend.

“...bulk?”

Jensen laughs. “Yeah. The bulk.”

Jared processes. He’s still a little hurt. He’ll tell Jensen so later, when he’s sure how long he’s been in the dark and that Jensen knows he really doesn’t care who he’s with as long as he’s happy. “So… Chris.”

“Yep.”

“And Dani’s okay with that?”

“Oh, hell man, it was her idea. She got us both drunk so we’d agree.” Jensen laughs, then his face falls to serious. “Girls are right when they say guys are uptight bitches, you know?”

Jared laughs. “Tell me about it.”

“Oh… but I’ll tell you about it.” Genevieve slides her arms around Jared’s waist from behind and snakes her hands low toward his belt.

Jensen grins at her. She winks back.

“So, I guess you knew, huh?” Jensen says.

Genevieve giggles and slides under Jared’s arm. “Oh, aren’t you adorable.” She smiles. “Dani and I know everything about the two of you.”

Jared makes a sound at that. Half between a sneering ‘ha’ and a whimper because she might just be right.

She looks up at him and slips her hand under his shirt, scratching his stomach slightly, making his muscles flutter. “I know what you’re thinking, baby.”

Jared swallows, and looks up at Jensen. “You know. I think she’s actually Ruby, sometimes.”

His best friend chuckles.

“Can we join?” she asks him, as if they’re talking about grabbing diner.

Jensen looks interested, meets Jared’s eyes. “You wanna?”

Jared blinks. He might be a little drunk. Maybe he’s hallucinating.

Still, the answer will always be the same.

“Hell yeah.”

XXXX

So yeah... I woke up then. Which is good, you know... because I was able to go to work without having to take a cold shower before.

Smallville 7x06 Crossfire

2009-11-01T14:17:35Z

So, um... I thought we'd never get to see that. Like, ever.

And, seriously, I know it's not going to go that smooth because it's fucking SV, but... there is no way either one of them has amnesia after that. Nuh huh!

I don't really know what's going on at the end with Ollie and Mia. I mean, she'll be Speedy, i guess. But when and how? aha! Mystery.

I sill want Ollie to move on and move in with Chloe but... *sigh* I guess I'll have to wait.

Who's this Stuart guy? Hm... who is he gonna be? I don't think he's in the lore, so... anyone? an idea?

Oh, and Clark?

GG *wink*

Next time you catch in fire...

2009-10-26T16:11:11Z

I like...

How the world is tupidly ironic and why it leads to geek world domination.

2009-10-26T10:13:56Z

My boss bought a PHOTOSHOP licence online. So it means he DLed the software.

What's great and ironic about it, is that, he needed me and my skills to crack it still.

Why? Because Adob gives you the serials in a form that you can't read usually, so I had to crack a software to get the serials and install Photoshop legally.

Mean, twice the trouble, twice the time. Way more pricy.

Are they actually wondering why there are hackers in the world?

It is SO unfair!!! spn 5x04

2009-10-25T14:54:09Z

That can't be right!

I just finished watching 5x04 and I haven't stopped bitching. This episode was made with two fanfics of mine! History, that I wrote after the end of S2 and The Hunter's Path that I've writen during S3 and S4 and dammit!!

They took my ideas.

From my brain!

Because they both aren't finished and I never posted them! Plus I was able to anticipate every thing both Dean said.

Talk about spoilery.

Well, except at the very end when Sam asked what they were gonna do I was so sure that Dean was eventually going to say something like "but first... we gotta ditch that ugly car of yours, man, haven't I taught you better?!"

I also didn't see orgy!Cas coming, but hey...

I wish Dean had stopped being so stuck up and hugged him at the end. Meh.

Anyway, I still think he's being an idiot. I wonder how long it's gonna take him to tell Sam what he saw. As usual, he makes the very mistakes he blames Sam for.

*whacks them both*

Weirdest shoes EVER.

2009-10-23T12:16:01Z

Ever thought your shoes were weird? Or, on the contrary, too common? Check these out.

Sleep talking. Possession?

2009-10-23T10:41:11Z

Apparently I've taken up talking in my sleep again.

Which is cool.

'Cept apparently I creeped my boyfriend out so much he couldn't sleep.

From what he just told me, I'm guessing in was in SPN mode. We just watched the end of S4 and I kept purring all night. (Although, I feel bad for Sam. He was wrong, okay, but he really was trying to do the right thing. Dean's never going to let him hear the end of it. When Sam was ready to give himself up. Like Dean did, except to save teh world, not only his brother (although he would have too). One act is selfish and the other altruistic.... just saying.. I hope Dean isn't too hard on him.)

Anyway... apprently I talked about how Sam was getting possessed every five minutes, which... wtf?

The thing is, maybe it was sleep, but my voice was raspy and very low according to David (I've got to stop almost slipping and call him Dean. Seriously, he needs to change intitials), like scary low. Which I know is possible since I've played some parts were I used a very low, very authoritary voice that isn't the one I speak with usually.

But the best part is... wait for it... when (remember we watched the end of S4 last night) my voice dropped even lower and I purred out something like "finally... I'm finally back."

Wow... channeling my inner Lucifer, here. *giggles*

I like. I mean, it's weird, but it's awesome. Fun.

Is it wrong that spooking my boyfriend amuses me?

Or tease him and telling him he's bisexual even though he doesn't know it? (Come on, I tell the guy I dreamt I was making out with Jensen (WOOT!!! btw. He is one gifted man...) and he goes "Hm, that would be nice." and when I smirk he goes. "For you! Dammit.") It's going to come bite me in the ass the day he dumps me so he can try guys.
Meh... maybe I could tape that.
*whacks head* Okay, I gotta stop thinking when I start channeling Mike.

Drabblefest multi fandom oct 09

2009-10-22T08:22:52Z

Here you go, same as last time. But now, you get to choose between characters...

1) Give me a pairing of characters :

2) Give each a occupation.

3) Let me handle the crazy. *wink wink nudge nudge*

Choice among: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jo, Anna, Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Sophie Devereaux, Sam Hanna, G Callum, Abby Ciuto, Ziva David, Tim McGee, Tony Dinozzo, Logan Cale, Alec, Max Guevara, Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, etc... anyone I may know from my shows or movies (namely, Spn, Angel, btvs, smallville, ncis, ncis la, House MD, VM, Dark Angel...)

Picture day...

2009-10-21T14:46:39Z

Today they came to shoot pictures of us at the HQ. We had to stand and pose with a sheet of paper mug shot style, and later on they'll put the Altazeo logo on it.

I wanted to go Dean Winchester style but they didn't let me. However, the guy that shot us got the reference. We're bigger nerds that we thought.

I'm curious of what they're going to do with them. They said it's for PR. Meh.

Oh yeah, I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little trun on the catwalk... on the caltwalk...