omg I'm so giddy I cannot decide which WIP to ask you about because they all sound flipping amazing but maybe 3 or 6, whichever you feel happiest with rn?
(ps first time caller, long time listener -- just wanna say I'm a huge huge fan of all your fics)
AHH OMG I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD ACTUALLY ASK ME ANYTHING, YOU GET ALL OF THE ABOVE
3. hopeless, breathless, burning slow [horny dirk gently treatise]
So this one is actually published [ao3 link], but I put it in there because it was published recently and I thought the working title was funny lmao. It was honestly a classic example of this post that's like "yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character" where I wanted to write Dirk getting absolutely railed but I also wanted to talk about why getting absolutely railed is a profound, important thing to him. 5,000 words later, that was the result lol
6. it's dangerous (I'm falling) [megstiel fuckfest]
okay so I've been on the megstiel hype squad forever and got the idea a few years back for a s7 canon divergence AU. the basic plot is that after Cas takes on Sam's madness, he ends up giving his grace to the Winchesters to use as a nuke against the Leviathans, and Meg ends up in the same caretaker role for him because he's not quite human but he's also definitely not an angel and needs to be kept out of the way while they figure it all out. the two of them end up in a shitty apartment trying to figure out where Castiel's limits are, which is of course a deeply satisfying experience for Meg that turns sexual REALLY quickly. they bond over shared trauma, daddy issues, teaching Cas how to smoke a joint, and sexually charged sparring scenes. here's a snippet:
“Tell me about the stars, Clarence,” Meg said lazily, looking up at the sky. The city lights washed out a lot of them, but they could still see a few burning above the haze.
“What would you like to know?” Castiel asked.
Meg shrugged. “I dunno,” she said, “weren’t you there when they were created or some shit? Gimme something that’ll come in handy at trivia night.”
“You don’t go to trivia night,” Cas said, “and the stars came before I did. They were part of let there be light. I have no memory of their creation.”
“Make something up then,” Meg said. “What about that one?”
She pointed up, and Castiel was more or less able to follow to the star she was looking at. It was particularly bright, blinking in the night sky and if he focused, he could almost make out the shift in color.
“That’s a binary star,” he explained. “It looks like one point of light, but it’s two stars orbiting around a common center. In a few million years they’ll collide and be destroyed on impact.”
“Well shit,” Meg said, pulling another joint out of her pack of cigarettes. Her lighter flickered in the dark and she inhaled deeply. Wordlessly, not looking away from the sky, she held it out to Cas.
He shook his head first before realizing she wouldn’t see it. “No thank you,” he said, “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough.” His throat was still raw from coughing his way through the first joint.
“Oh come on,” Meg said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking over at Cas. “I’m sure you have a few more hits in you.”
Castiel shook his head again now that she could see him do it, and enjoyed the way his body hummed with the movement. He was relaxed head to toe, his fingertips tingling and his skin hyper-sensitive to every shift against the blanket, every brush of the breeze on his face.
Meg took another hit, and blew the smoke into Castiel’s face. He grumbled, closing his eyes against the sting, and Meg laughed.
“How about we shotgun it,” she offered.
“I don't see what firearms have to do with this," Cas said, frowning. Now probably wasn't the best time to check if he could still shoot a gun; he hadn't even brought one.
Meg laughed. “Oh my god, you’ve been alive for thousands of years and still act like you were born yesterday. C’mere.”
Cas shifted up so he was propped on his elbows too and looked at Meg curiously.
“When I breathe out, you breathe in, okay?”
“What--” Castiel started to say, but she was already taking a drag.
Cas watched her do it, transfixed by the easy way her lips wrapped around the joint and how her chest rose as she inhaled. When she’d taken enough, Meg leaned in close until she was just a few inches from Castiel’s lips. He wondered, in a fuzzy-minded daze, if he was about to be kissed.
Instead, smoke poured out of her mouth, and remembering to do what he was told, Cas breathed in. He filled his lungs, but it burned less, and he was too distracted by Meg’s closeness to mind much.
“Better?” she asked with a smirk.
Cas exhaled, watching the smoke spiral towards the sky.
“Much,” he said, lying back down. He had a full-body buzz that felt like TV static on his brain, making his limbs heavy and his eyes close. He felt Meg shift next to him, and when Castiel opened his eyes again she was leaning over him, almost nose-to-nose.
It was a testament to the weed that he didn’t startle, just blinked up at her.
“Want another?”
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5 for the salty ask game?
5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?
Yes it has! Mostly due to disliking common fanon portrayals or infighting between shippers.
For BTVS, Fuffy and some of Dru's ships come to mind. Megstiel from Supernatural is another one where the fun was kind of ruined for me for a little bit.
But usually a ship isn't ruined for me forever. I just get tired of it for a little while 😁
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CASTIEL: These wounds have festered.
MEG: You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you?
CASTIEL: I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.
MEG: Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?
CASTIEL: I don't know. And I still don't know who Clarence is.
MEG: Would it kill you to watch a movie, read a book?
CASTIEL: A movie, no. But a book with the proper spells -- yeah, it could, theoretically, kill me.
MEG: You know, you're much cuter when you're shutting up. So, which Cas are you now? Original make and model or crazy town?
CASTIEL: I'm just me.
MEG: So, your noodle's back in order?
CASTIEL: Yeah, my... noodle remembers everything. I think it's a pretty good noodle.
MEG: Really? You remember everything?
CASTIEL: If you're referring to the pizza man... Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it's a good memory.
im going to die. im going to. theyre so cute together. and this is the last episode im gonna get. and she took care of him when he was incapacitated. and hes taking care of her when shes hurt. and im. im. im. IT'S A GOOD MEMORY!!!!! IT'S!!! IT'S A GOOD MEMORY!!!!!!!!!!
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