Requests - New Years Smooch

[wilderthan]

Request meme time!

Give me a fandom/pairing/character or just a prompt and I'll write you 100 words or less of a New Years Smooch!

Please give me fandoms/pairings/characters you know I write with reasonable regularity (or have written a lot in the past). I know I'm a multishipper of epic proportions, but I'm not feeling like writing stuff I'm not used to. I'd hate to disappoint you if you asked for something I don't feel like doing.

Feel free to ask for a few and throw a couple of harder (for me) ones in anyway, 'cause then I can be sure of at least writing you something but you might also get the thing you want to see.

Feel free to ask even if you normally just lurk!

Comments

*is demanding*

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Sam/Dean, hunting
Sam/Jess, first kiss
Seifer/Squall
Kevin/Paul
Alessan/Baerd

Sam/Dean

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It's typical. It's the thirty-first of December, or maybe it's the first of January, it's freezing cold, it's really, really dark, and Sam is lying in wait for a creature that'll hopefully be thick enough to fall into their trap. There are a thousand, thousand things wrong with this plan, and Sam's not really looking forward to finding out which part of it is going to fall apart first. Because it's almost guaranteed it will fall apart; that's their luck all over.

It would be better if he was at least spending the night with Dean by his side. Okay, he'd probably get irritating, but even if he doesn't care all that much about this new year crap, Sam kind of doesn't want to be alone for it.

Also, with Dean acting as bait for the critter... well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Sam sighs, squirms deeper into the damp little hidey-hole. His clothes are going to be all muddy, and he's not sure he'll ever be warm again. Thinking of what they could be doing doesn't help -- okay, it'd only be sitting in some dingy bar with a beer, or sitting in a motel bar with some beer, but. But they'd be together. And maybe, maybe he could've used it -- the new year -- as an excuse to finally kiss his brother. He doesn't think he's misread the messages in Dean's eyes, and he's wanted it so long. But. Fuck, it's not easy, you know?

Sam thinks that he might finally do it anyway. If they both come out of this unscathed, which would be a fucking miracle (please God, amen). He'll kiss Dean, finally get to hold him close enough and tight enough that he can pretend they'll never be parted again. He'll --

There's rustling in the bushes nearby. Sam's hand steals to his gun.

Time enough for all that later.

Sam/Jess

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"Are you ever going to kiss me?"

Sam was not normally so backward. Okay, he wasn't a complete slut like Dean, but he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, either. Well. He did sometimes blush a bit, when a girl was particularly forward or something, but mostly he was okay. Well. Sometimes, if he really really liked a girl --

"Earth to Sam Winchester?"

She was smiling, which was a good sign. She didn't think he was a total freak. Yet. There was always time for him to apply his foot to his mouth in some epic way, of course.

"Um," he said, intelligently.

"I asked," she said, and damn but she was beautiful, smiling at him like that, eyes wicked with fun and yet not sharp, not judging, "if you were ever going to kiss me."

"Um," he said again, and then cleared his throat. "I, um -- "

"If the answer's yes, go ahead and do it," she said. "And by the way? I don't think you're a freak, and won't think you're a freak, I think you're really cute and I think you really, really need to kiss me right now."

"Um," Sam said, again, but kissing? Kissing, he knew how to do.

"Wow," she said, when he pulled back.

"Yeah," he said, getting rather lost in those eyes. After a moment, she smiled at him.

"Are you ever going to kiss me again?"

He decided to reply by doing so; his vocabulary had, apparently, been left behind. In bed. Or perhaps it was sat on the sofa watching the tv, maybe playing on his computer.