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Last week's Flashforward totally paid homage to Generation Kill (I'm choosing to view it that way anyway). A woman driving in a HumVee in Iraq radioed in to Godfather as Hitman 2. And in the same episode that Callum Keith Rennie was gallivanting about. When I was watching it last night I had to immediately inform amberlynne.

Also, I spent like the last ten days of my life writing a really shitty story for my writing class that made me want to tear my hair out. THEREFORE, I think it's time for another prompt (snippet, time stamp, what have have you) party so I can enjoy writing again. You know the drill, any fandom I've written for in the past is fair game. Do not feel pushy. Dear SPN people, I would kill for some good prompts, I have not abandoned you!

Have a song for your trouble: Easy by Dragonette. It's the most romantic unromantic song I've ever heard. And I kinda hope to feel this way about someone one day.

Model!AU: Brad's first time bottoming for Nate for amberlynne
Brad/Sam for nomelon
Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean for killer_fiend
Ray signs Brad up for a dating site for setissma
Cop!AU: Walt goes to fetch Brad to give his report for jujubinha
Jared/Jensen, Riding a bicycle for ignited
Brad/Nate in SPN universe for oxoniensis
More ASkars/Batman for memphis86
SPN/Chuck Crossover, threesome between Sam, Ellie, and Awesome for rosekay
Professor!Alex and Fratboy!Stark for miss_saigon
Cop!AU: The first time Brad and Nate have sex for alethialia
Brad makes Nate slow down after being injured for irishdf
Brad/Nate, Sixteen Candles AU for amberlynne
Brad/Nate, Skinny-dipping, sort of for trolleys
Brad/Nate, MotoGP AU for katenotkit
Outside!Pov at the beach for aboutademongirl
Brad/Nate, grocery shopping for godofwine
Brad/Nate, in a motorcycle gang for kasiowy

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J2, bicycle. A magic bicycle. IN A MAGIC AU! OR STEAMPUNK! (Or not, whatever, I just like sparkles to spice things up.)

...I would say Sam/Dean, tandem bike, but those shits freak me out, they are in danger of FALLING OVER. WHAT.

Part 1

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The day after Jensen makes an ass of himself at Lady Treadle’s teaparty, in front of her pig-tailed daughter and half the society mamas, including the mother of the girl he’s courting, Jared shows up. He’s on a brand new bicycle in a brand new cream morning suit, cap perched jauntily on his head—it makes his already darkening complexion look golden brown. The sun beats down and his collar is already loosened.

He calls from the street, “Come on, Ackles, it’s a beautiful day, you can’t hide your face forever!”

“It’s hardly been a day!” he replies, standing reluctantly at the door. He doesn’t want to see anybody right now.

Jared shakes his head. “Come try my new bicycle, lunkhead. I’m sure it’ll all be fine.”

Jensen takes his time—getting a cold pork sandwich, pretending that his tweed coat and hat aren’t hanging in Tibb’s arms, secreting a book in his pocket if Jared gets distracted and dumps him off. When he heads back outside, Jared’s leaning the bicycle up against his hip and half-smiling at him. “Thought I’d leave, did you?”

“One can only hope,” Jensen replies darkly, eying the contraption. He’s never been on a bicycle. He’s always found it silly. His own two feet do perfectly well for him, but if Jared hasn’t gotten tired and left him already, he’s not going to. He sighs and goes down the stairs.

Apparently what Jared means by ‘trying it’ is Jensen wobbling back and forth while Jared walks along side him and hangs onto the back. He pedals, but his feet keep slipping off and everybody is staring at them. They barely get down the street before he’s had enough. “Ugh, I feel my dignity has been done a sufficient blow. You can take me back now.”

“You didn’t really ride it,” Jared replies, stopping.

Jensen is suddenly aware of his strong hand at the back of his seat and how close they are. Jared smells like bergamot and sandalwood and if Jensen turns his head, his nose will brush right across Jared’s throat. Jensen drops his eyes and tightens his lips, hoping he isn’t blushing. “I don’t need to ride it. There are books to read, things to take care of.”

Part 2

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Jared’s eyes turn warm with a smile and he ducks in closer. “You mean moping.”

“Oh shut up,” Jensen says, swinging his leg off the other side. He mostly manages to tumble off, Jared smiling behind his hand the entire time.

Jared shakes his head, amused, and takes his place on the seat. He stares at Jensen like he’s waiting for something. Jensen blinks back, until Jared makes a disgusted noise. “Come on! Get up on the handle bars.”

Jensen stares at him. “You must be joking.”

Jared shakes his head and gestures at the handlebars with one long-fingered hand. “It’s brilliant, Jenny boy, trust me,” he says. Jensen grumbles, clambering up on the handlebars while Jared holds the bicycle steady with a long-suffering sigh. Jensen’s trouser-leg catches on a wheel and gets a horrible grease stain.

“Well?” he says when he’s fully situated.

“Hold on,” Jared chuckles behind him and starts pedaling. Jensen is so surprised he grabs back at the handlebars with both hands. Jared’s hands are already there and Jensen should move his own, but he holds on, grip tight over Jared’s knuckles as they take off down the street. It is brilliant. He feels like he’s flying over the pavement. He flexes his hands around Jared’s and Jared laughs.

“I said you would like it!” he says triumphantly and pedals faster. They sail past vendors, fruit sellers, and young people strolling down the street. Jared cycles into the park and Jensen laughs helplessly. They ride past a group of young ladies, who turn to stare at them. Jensen kicks up his legs, rocking back against Jared behind him. “Stop that, I can’t see,” Jared chastises affectionately.

He pedals towards a willow tree, riding right into the lawn. “Jared,” Jensen protests, but Jared pushes on right through the branches. Leaves whip past them and Jensen has to raise an arm to bat them out of his face. Finally they stop, safely ensconced inside the umbrella of the branches. Jared put a foot down, balancing the bike.

“What? What is it?” Jensen asks, turning his head to look over his shoulder. Jared’s lips lift in one corner and he leans in and kisses Jensen. It’s barely a brush across Jensen’s mouth, but at the small sound Jensen makes, he does it again tongue flicking at the bow of Jensen’s lower lip.

Jared pulls back, eyes lowered. His cheeks are dusted pink. He says, “Don’t worry, I’m sure Danneel’s mama won’t care that you dumped tea all over Lady Treadle when you tripped over her skirts.”

Jensen shrugs, raising his fingertips to his mouth. “I don’t care about Danneel.”

“All right,” Jared says softly, “where to next?”

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[ignited.livejournal.com]

:D I love this so much! I love the setting and how adorable Jared is and how cranky/shy Jensen is. The descriptions make it all fun and breezy, IDK how to explain it, but it feels all fun and spring-ish and I want them to make out in the shadow of the tree and AHHH. LOVE. It's gorgeous. Thank you! :)

Re: Part 2

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Thanks, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, my lovely!

Re: Part 2

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this reminded me so much of the bicycle scene in 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'

beautiful as a spring sunny day!

Re: Part 2

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Thanks! I couldn't do with a better comparison.