mini_nanowrimo and NaNoWriMo Snippets and Bits

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The final record of my NaNoWriMo exploits is now AVIALABLE HERE.

I may have only committed to 100 words per day for mini_nanowrimo, because I'm a lout, but I'm aiming for 700 words a day with 1000 words being my ideal. Obviously, my first few days have been pretty awesome so far, but I want to keep my daily and monthly goals realistic, hence the wordometer below



Then again, who said I wasn't all out crazy? They're a liar. I also signed up for the real NaNoWriMo because I don't lose anything by trying and I'm already caught up so lets see if I can stay there.




My snippets will probably be messy, because I don't write things in any kind of reasonable-to-follow order, usually. And absolutely everything is entirely up for grabs in terms of being changed later (and I don't just mean edited), because these are all drafty bits, which means that I might end up throwing out a whole scene and going in a different direction before I like it well enough to post it.

Writings so far (plus exact word counts, since I usually approximate):

NOVEMBER 1 (996 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: The Heat Outside Would Never Warm Him (Sam/Dean), 422 words (complete).
Fanfic - SPN/4400: I Know for a Fact That People Have Had Sex in the Stacks (Sam/Shawn), 574 words added.

NOVEMBER 2 (1151 total words for the day):

Original Fiction: She Isn't What You Think She Is, 442 words added (complete).
Original Fiction (Soundtracked): Unshaven, 181 words added.
Fanfic - TW/SV: Funnnnnds (Jack/Clark/Lex), 249 words added.
Fanfic - SPN/4400: I Know for a Fact That People Have Had Sex in the Stacks (Sam/Shawn), 35 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: [Supersecret Fanfic Project Placeholder] (Sam/Dean), 244 words added.

NOVEMBER 3 (1385 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: [Supersecret Fanfic Project Placeholder] (Sam/Dean), 424 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: I Didn't Know Me Until I Met You (Sam/Dean), 961 words added.

NOVEMBER 4 (3474 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: I Didn't Know Me Until I Met You (Sam/Dean), 3474 words added.

NOVEMBER 5 (2603 total words for the day):

Original Fiction: Summer Love, 230 words added (complete).
Original Fiction: Books in Binding and Behind, 309 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Destiny Found Him Early and Alone (Sam, Dean), 241 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 1060 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: Begging for You (Sam/Dean), 763 words added (complete).

NOVEMBER 6 (2081 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Letters in My Mind, 1 of 8 (Sam, Dean), 713 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Owned (Sam/Dean), 1085 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 283 words added.

NOVEMBER 7 (2807 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Letters in My Mind, 2-8 of 8 (Sam, Dean), 2807 words added (complete).

NOVEMBER 8 (2306 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Failure Deserving of Blame (Sam/Dean), 1360 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 946 words added.

NOVEMBER 9 (1981 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Lazy Saturday (Sam/Dean), 178 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 1803 words added.

NOVEMBER 10 (2623 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Elves and Names and Gifts and Trees (Sam, Dean), 598 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: The Handsome Wholesome Duo (Sam/Dean), 161 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 1864 words added.

NOVEMBER 11 (3854 total words for the day):

Fanfic - DW/SPN: The First Thanksgiving, Part 3 of ? (Jack/Sam), 16 words added.
Original Fiction: Dancing With Me, 976 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 2862 words added.

NOVEMBER 12 (2791 total words for the day):

Original Fiction: No Right to Claim the Only Truth, 320 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 2471 words added. [Placeholders only. Sorry]

NOVEMBER 13 (797 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Tainted Photographs (Sam/Dean), 274 words added.
Fanfic - Mutant X: Her Biting Caress (Emma/Shalimar), 409 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 114 words added. [Placeholders only. Sorry]

NOVEMBER 14 (3625 total words for the day):

Fanfic - DW/SPN: The First Thanksgiving, Part 3 of ? (Jack/Sam), 2292 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: Tainted Photographs (Sam/Dean), 50 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: His Fantasy (Sam/Jess), 1258 words added.
Fanfic - SPN/4400: Untitled (Sam/Shawn), 25 words added.

NOVEMBER 15 (2802 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 2802 words added. [Placeholder only. Sorry]

NOVEMBER 16 (2347 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Deandom Universe): Give Me That Ache (Sam/Dean), 300 words added.
Fanfic - SPN: Evil Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean), 2047 words added. [Placeholder only. Sorry]

NOVEMBER 17 (2498 total words for the day):

Fanfic - DW/SPN (Samdom Universe): The First Thanksgiving, Part 3 of ? (Jack/Sam), 479 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Samdom Universe): His Fantasy (Sam/Jess), 30 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Bury the Hunter (Sam/Dean), 1989 words added.

NOVEMBER 18 (2182 total words for the day):

Fanfic - Mutant X: Her Smile, Her Kiss (PG: Emma/Shalimar), 455 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Bury the Hunter (NC-17: Sam/Dean), 1727 words added (complete).

NOVEMBER 19 (1689 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SG1 (Pseudo-Canon Universe): All I Want for Christmas (Jack/Daniel), 41 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Promises (Sam/Dean), 789 words added (complete). [Will be posted soon]
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Training Day (Sam/Dean), 859 words added.

NOVEMBER 20 (1849 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Training Day (Sam/Dean), 1030 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): What I Want (Sam/Dean), 43 words added.
Fanfic - TW (Dark!Jack Universe): Let Her Go (Jack/Ianto), 301 words added.
Fanfic - TW (Dark!Jack Universe): Not That Kind of Boy (Jack/Ianto), 475 words added.

NOVEMBER 21 (2639 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Care of My Property (Sam/Dean), 1115 words added.
Fanfic - TW (Dark!Jack Universe): Not That Kind of Boy (Jack/Ianto), 53 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Baskets and Baseball (NC-17: JA/JP), 1471 words added (complete).

NOVEMBER 22 (1716 total words for the day):

DW/SPN: The First Thanksgiving - Wednesday, 3 of 3 (NC-17, Slash: Jack/Sam), 1114 words added (complete).
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Training Day (Sam/Dean), 602 words added.

NOVEMBER 23 (1269 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Training Day (Sam/Dean), 852 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Beginning Again (Sam, Dean), 417 words added.

NOVEMBER 24 (1713 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Beginning Again (Sam, Dean), 1590 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): The Best of All Possible Worlds (Sam/Dean), 123 words added.

NOVEMBER 25 (1195 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Beginning Again (Sam, Dean), 317 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): The Best of All Possible Worlds (Sam/Dean), 282 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Against the Fence (Jared/Jensen), 596 words added.

NOVEMBER 26 (1816 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Beginning Again (Sam, Dean), 654 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Burning for You (Sam/Dean), 285 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): The Best of All Possible Worlds (Sam/Dean), 708 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Against the Fence (Jared/Jensen), 169 words added.

NOVEMBER 27 (800 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): The Best of All Possible Worlds (Sam/Dean), 334 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Against the Fence (Jared/Jensen), 466 words added.

NOVEMBER 28 (3739 total words for the day):

Fanfic - Heroes (So Doing It Universe): I Know, You Need This (Peter/Nathan), 535 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Fucked Up and Necessary (Sam/Dean), 2900 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Against the Fence (Jared/Jensen), 304 words added.

NOVEMBER 29 (2765 total words for the day):

Fanfic - Heroes (So Doing It Universe): I Know, You Need This (Peter/Nathan), 266 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Fucked Up and Necessary (Sam/Dean), 1303 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Retraining (Sam/Dean), 1006 words added.
RPSfic - CW/WB (CW/WB Fanon Universe): Against the Fence (Jared/Jensen), 190 words added.

NOVEMBER 30 (2048 total words for the day):

Fanfic - SPN (SPN Pseudo-Canon Universe): Shower Slick (NC-17, Slash: Sam/Dean), 143 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (albydarned's 3 Police and the Pro Universe): Cop Cock 3 - Triple the Hot Cop Action (Sam/OMCx3), 712 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Fucked Up and Necessary (Sam/Dean), 303 words added.
Fanfic - SPN (Evil!Sammy Universe): Retraining (Sam/Dean), 890 words added.


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Original Fiction: She Isn't What You Think She Is
Title: She Isn't What You Think She Is
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction
Characters: Her. You. Your friends. Everyone you know.
Prompt: None.
Word Count: 442 words exactly
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thanks.
Summary: You try to figure her out, but she isn't what you think she is.
Author's Notes: This feels finished, but I'm not convinced yet.

She isn't what you think she is.

She passes you in the hall, seemingly at every hour break. Her red hair flows around her, as if breezes answer to it, even in the confines of a locked-down school. The black on black of her shirt and skirt, stockings and shoes, is so nondescript yet so familiar. It's like she wears them every day, but that simply couldn't be. Her presence in the hallway causes people to shift and part around her, yet wholly unaware, as if they are water, bubbling, brook-like, around a well-worn rock.

She isn't what you think she is.

You've said it to your friends, but it's hard for them to see, especially when no one really knows what they think she is. No one you've ever known can verify that they've had a class with her, and yet everyone seems to think she's been in every class. It feels like everyone knows her somehow, and yet her name appears on no roster for any group or event the school has ever held. But somehow in your memory, you could almost swear that she was there, at the debate tournament or at the drama club auditions or on the field at half-time with the band or maybe cheer squad. You try to wonder how she could be everywhere and nowhere all at once and never, but every time you reach for understanding your mind wavers like a dream sequence and flash, you're back to where you started.

She isn't what you think she is.

She's beautiful, but somehow plain, like she was crafted to be noticed only for a moment, then forgotten. You've never seen her interact with anyone, but no one thinks she's anti-social or bizarre. No one really thinks of her at all, except to wonder what she is and what she's doing here, but even then, it's more a question of why they can't quite place her, why her identity eludes them, why four years here hasn't meant that anyone either knows her or knows to avoid her. It's like she's some non-entity, a ghost somehow flesh and blood, haunting high school halls and high school psyches. You wonder sometimes why you're the only one who seems bothered by her, consumed by her existence in a kind of unreality. It scares you that you care so much about a girl that only barely exists and only sometimes.

She isn't what you think she is.

But then you cease to think and cease to be, the page tray empty, ink clean gone. Because she isn't what you think she is, but she's still an awful lot like you.

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Original Fiction (Soundtracked): Unshaven
Title: Unshaven
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction (Soundtracked)
Characters: Terry. Other characters yet unknown.
Prompt:
Word Count: 181 words exactly (does not include lyrics)
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Warnings/Spoilers: Language. Sexuality.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thanks.
Summary: How would individuals and societies change if we could physically move between genders overnight?
Author's Notes: Only a snippet at the moment. By "soundtracked", I don't just mean music that goes well with the storyline. Rather, I mean music that is integral to the storyline, even in ways beyond lyrics and mood, like a song's relationship to pop culture. It might not stay soundtracked. We'll see.

Music plays. It's Salt 'N' Pepa's "Body Beautiful."

And where is the body …

Terry awoke to one of the best classic hip-hop songs on the planet, from one of the best classic films in the whole queer cinema genre.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful ...
And where is the body …

Ms. Vida Bohème would, doubtless, be proud of her young protégé. T blinked, slow, at the digital display by the head of the bed.

Move over, mother …

0-7-0-0. Right.

'Cause I'm going faster, faster …

T stretched, fingers with short painted nails reaching up to the ceiling-blocked sky and out toward the sunshine leaking through the window shades. T yawned, a full rising and falling sound rushing out from between full lips that would put even dearly departed Angelina to shame.

I was born this way …

T sat up, a slink and roll of shoulders making early morning rising into a performance, a sexual display with no audience but air. T climbed up and out of the bed, long legs, thick with muscles, unfolding from under bed-top blankets and a back, fully-extended, that popped with a crease between the shoulder blades. T walked, wide strong feet swung one in front of the other as if modern dancing hello to the sun.

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Original Fiction: Summer Love
Title: Summer Love
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction.
Characters: You. Her.
Prompt: Inspired by the Nov. 5 word prompt, "grass, pathetically, giggle" at mini_nanowrimo.
Word Count: 230 words exactly.
Rating: PG for romance.
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thank you.
Summary: And that was summer. And that was love.
Author's Notes: Complete. I think.

She ran you ragged through the grass and you thought you'd never catch her, but you did. Her soft arms tangled up in yours as you rolled through the green that stained your slacks and her pretty shorts.

You remember. They had that dragon design on them. Or were those flowers? You can see them can't you, hugging hips, round in your hands.

Everything about her was round, the kind of round that you'd say with a growl on that very first 'r'. Rrrrround.

She had curves for days and weeks and months and years, curves that still remind you of tripping over dandelions, your shoelaces mysteriously making you into a sputtering buffoon, but one that she loved anyway.

You thought maybe she'd laugh at you, and she certainly giggled, but it was always, always in good fun. She was always on your side, pathetic attempts at romantic romps in fields of wildflowers not withstanding.

She made you smile and the bright, bright sun didn't feel blinding, just beautiful. She made the sky all that much bluer and every fluffy white cloud so gorgeous it was surreal. And you wondered if it was a set that would fall down if you poked at it.

But you didn't, thank god, you didn't. You just had carefree days, with curvy maidens, in the grass. And that was summer. And that was love.

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Original Fiction: Books in Binding and Behind
Title: Books in Binding and Behind
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction.
Characters: Me. You.
Prompt: Inspired by the Nov. 5 poetry prompt, "Five years have past; five summers, with the length, Of five long winters! and again I hear, These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs, With a soft inland murmur. - Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth" at mini_nanowrimo.
Word Count: 309 words exactly.
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thank you.
Summary: Friends and books and quiet places all our own.
Author's Notes: Complete. I think.

Five years have passed. Since friends and logs bridging rocky gaps. Since we read and ran, in the back, there. Not quite hiding, but not seeking to be found. So long ago it seems and yet so near, too, in my memory.

Those books that made our hearts laugh heartily and our minds scale rocket ships of our very own invention. As if we could truly find what peace we sought in tomes written long before our time, because we would write the novels for ourselves and in our time.

When we grew strong, we would stand together at some podium or other and read our works and sign in front of lines with pictures proclaiming just how far we'd come from little children sitting sleepy in the grass behind the library.

As if it were a world all our own and just for us. As if that wasn't space that others used. As if somehow the rain and sun and snow and little falling leaves from autumn trees had somehow cleansed the way for us and it was once again our own.

You and I in the briar patch of sorts, plucking imaginary thorns from our thumbs as we looked for deliverance beyond the world of our peers in tiny bindings stripped free of glue so many years before and we vowed to keep in touch, though we never really did.

But maybe in some way we have. If, that is, you still remember roses and ender and joss and Russian plays and trains and every bit of flying machine that every author thought might come to be before there ever were these things we now called planes.

Maybe we have stayed connected if you venture, as I do, to quiet places, friends among you, to do your reading by a brook that only trees can ever cross.

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Original Fiction: Dancing With Me
Title: Dancing With Me
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction.
Characters: Her. Me. Her.
Prompt: None.
Word Count: 976 total words exactly (976 added Nov. 11)
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexy dancing. :)
Warnings/Spoilers: Swearing. Sexual slang.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thank you.
Summary: Dancing is like living. You just have to do it.
Author's Notes: Inspired by my Daddy Yankee radio station on Pandora Internet Radio.

She wouldn't dance with me.

Daddy Yankee was on and I wanted to - rock out, shake my groove thang, get it on, roll those hips, bump and grind - all of that, on the dance floor. She just looked at me like I had lost my mind. Apparently, butch girls don't dance. I thought that was pretty much bullshit and told her so, which she seemed to find alternately amusing and annoying.

I danced by the table, with myself, and with her non-dancing form, all at the same time. I smiled down at her, because I could, and because I wanted her to not stress out, to be able to see the fun of dancing. She was entirely too self-conscious and kept wishing to be somewhere else, even when she was just watching me dance. I insist that I'm not a terrible dancer, but that even if I am, I refuse to let other people's opinions keep me from dancing my little dancer-wannabe heart out.

"I love to dance. How can you not love to dance? How can anyone not love to dance? Dancing is like living. You just have to do it. Sometimes you fall on your ass, but sometimes, sometimes you make sweet moves that everyone around you wows at. And really, most of the time, as long as you're enjoying yourself and not hurting anyone else, everyone with half a brain is going to leave you alone and not bother you about how good, or bad, or not, of a dancer you are. No one cares. If you don't dance, just like if you don't live, the only person who's holding you back is you. Just get up and dance, girl! Get up and dance with me!"

She still wouldn't dance with me.

"That's okay." And it was too. "You can't dance with me? Okay, fine. I can find someone else who wants to dance. Or just enjoy myself dancing alone." It's really not lonely dancing alone. I imagine it could be lonely doing other entertaining things alone, but dancing? No way. Never. "Dancing is an expression of self. And fuck everyone else if they don't get it! Dancing is a painting you put together for yourself, in your own way, in your own time, and hang on your own bedroom wall, expecting no one else to ever really see it. It doesn't matter if it's not the best, or if the colors are too bright, or if the style looks too much like someone else's, or if it all looks like a mess. It's yours and it's for you. So who the fuck cares what other people think?" I didn't care what she thought.

I didn't care that she wouldn't dance with me.

After dancing a while on my own, I was having such a good time that I hardly even noticed that there was someone sexy dancing right by me. Maybe she was trying to dance with me. When I finally came out of my space of oblivion, I nodded to her with a "hey," and she came over to dance a little closer. The club lights over head were flashing strobes of colors and shapes, smoke carrying the light long after the bulbs had stopped blinking. And our dance was like a choreographed fight scene in a high-quality action film, just … yes. I weaved right, and she weaved left, and we met in the middle, and our bodies wound around each other, like snakes in the wild, breathing in the scent of each other, leaning in, and leaning back, and loving every move we ever made together and not-quite apart.

She dances with me.

That other girl, the one who wouldn't dance with me? She seemed upset, but she'd had her chance. "All I asked for was a dance. Not a ring. Not a lifetime commitment, not a love everlasting, or even just a date. I didn't want flowers, or chocolates, or sleepy Saturday morning breakfasts in bed. I just wanted to dance. I like to dance. And, baby, if you don't want to dance, you need to find another lady to travel the world with. Because I'm going to want to dance, in every city, in every nation, in every region, on every continent, and maybe on every planet. Dancing just does it for me, baby, and if you can't hang, then you have to let me go. You did that already and I let you go too. I found someone new and the way she dances reminds me of every single reason why I love dancing and we're happy enough. And that's good enough for me."

It would never occur to most people that dancing could mean so much, but it does. It's the beat in my blood. I can't let it go or I die, my heart stills and I bleed out from the hole that's left inside. This dancing? It's how I stay sane in this crazy world. My body craves the movements like it craves the nutrients of the earth that we take in daily to stay half-healthy.

"Why can't you see that this isn't about you or how much I almost could have loved you like that? It's about dancing, honey. I can't be with someone who won't dance with me. I breathe dancing like huffers huff. It's an addiction and it fills all the little cracks in my psyche with pretty-colored mortar, sealing everything up, all watertight, like those watches that everyone pretends to love, even though they're ugly. Dancing is beauty to me and a way to experience the beauty in me. If you can't dance with me, baby, you don't know me and you don't want to." I head back to my dancing partner, my partner partner, maybe my life partner, and laugh.

And she still dances with me.

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Original Fiction: No Right to Claim the Only Truth
Title: No Right to Claim the Only Truth
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: None. Original Fiction.
Characters: Me. You.
Prompt: Honestly. I don't remember.
Word Count: 320 total words exactly (320 words added Nov. 12)
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Copyright belongs to me. Please don't steal. Thanks.
Summary: You don't have any right to claim the only Truth.
Author's Notes: Random and probably ungrammatical. Sorry. Totally will need editing later … or a trashcan.

This isn't some show you see on TV, some drama play you can walk out on or feel free to toss tomatoes at or bash on the walk home from the theatre. This is someone's life and you should respect them for living it even if you don't agree with the way they do so. Are they really hurting you? Or is it more like you just feel uncomfortable? I'm sure there are a million ways that I might be made to feel uncomfortable by the way you live your life, but if it truly isn't hurting me, shouldn't I leave you the fuck alone? Why does the human race feel such a strong need to judge everyone and everything long before we have enough information to even answer one single question correctly about those people and things. We always jump to conclusions that may or may not be reasonable. You are no exception to this rule. Just because you put on an air of righteousness and bombastically proclaim that ou are correct in all things to do with morality and justice in human society. You're wrong. You don't have any right to claim the only Truth, not any more than the rest of us, at least. So keep your freaking pants on and keep your mouth fucking shut. You clearly do not understand how knowledge and culture and civilization works. It's not supposed to be the domain of only one person or one type of person. The way that humanity grows and changes and cycles through things and forms new patterns and returns to old ones and progresses and regresses and progresses some more? Yeah, that requires contention, dissension, revolt, disagreement, and changes in the status quo. If you don't like it here, I could recommend heading on to the after life, but I don't know if you believe in such things and I wouldn't want to offend you.

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Fanfic - TW/SV: Funnnnnds (Jack/Clark/Lex)
Title: Funnnnnds
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Torchwood/Smallville (crossover)
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Prompt: Build-Your-Own-Torchwood? Capt. Jack Harkness/Anyone? [find the links for these!]
Word Count: 634 total words exactly (249 added Nov. 2)
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Warnings/Spoilers: Crossover. Slash. Threesomes. Established relationship. Graphic m/m sex (eventually).
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Ever wonder how Torchwood is funded? It's not all government funds. Jack's not a professional fundraiser, but he's pretty damned good at securing funds from sexy wealthy investors. Jack is assigned to woo Lex and his partner Clark into supporting a Torchwood laboratory expansion.
Author's Notes: Only a snippet at the moment.

"Are you really?" Jack leaned back casually, elbows on the top of the bar, the angle of his hips and suggestive smirk making his formal Time Agent uniform look as risqué as any gigolo in this time or his own.

"Oh yeah, big fan … now, at least." Clark nodded enthusiastically, wide smile lighting up his whole face. "I didn't used to be. Actually, I didn't used to know much of anything about soccer, well, football here, but it's one of the few truly international sports, ya know? Which means that I can keep up with most of the major tournaments no matter what country we're in." By 'we' here Clark, of course, meant himself and Lex, though this might not be immediately apparent to most people. Jack understood, though, and had since Clark Kent and Lex Luthor arrived at the gala, not quite, but nearly, arm in arm.

Invitations had gone out to a very, very select few, with a simple, elegant script detailing the place and time for the patron's gala of The Institute. Everyone knew what institute. 'Torchwood' had become some dirty word only whispered in back alleyways, shady government proceedings, and very kinky boudoirs. Watching Clark's lips as he half-listened to his sports talk, Jack couldn't help but wonder if Clark and Lex had a boudoir like that.

Jack said appropriate things at the appropriate intervals and really tried to think with his upstairs brain, but Clark was definitely an eleven on his scale of one to ten. In theory, he was supposed to be schmoozing with Lex and his plus one to ensure LexCorp's continued support of the Institute. More than that, though, his super secret stealth mission was to get Lex to double his usual contribution this year in order to fund a massive laboratory expansion project. Lex, being Lex, however, just couldn't resist doing business when there were other businessmen around, which left Clark and Jack knocking back beers and eye-fucking in the bartending corner of the room.

Okay, so Jack wasn't entirely sure that Clark knew about the eye-fucking, but that occasional flirty arch of eyebrow said Clark had some kind of clue. Considering his situation, though, it was highly unlikely that Clark would jeopardize his relationship with Lex Prince-of-the-Planet Luthor for some coatroom fun with Jack, which was why he was relieved and only a little miffed when Lex returned to the party of two.

"So how are you two doing?" Lex had a voice like spoken sex and Jack wondered how many arguments had been won by Lex rolling something sexy off the tip of his tongue. Seeing Clark lick his lips before speaking made it pretty clear that Jack wasn't the only one turned on by how verbally luscious Lex could be. Really, Lex was a catch from every angle, especially when suited and dapper. Maybe if Jack played it right, he could get a package deal.

"We were just talking about sports and stuff." Clark nodded in Jack's general direction, but his smile was all for Lex. "You, uh, ready to go?" Clark was clearly hoping to take out the pike in his pants for target practice tonight. Jack snickered, tipping his glass to drain it.

"And what are you laughing at Captain?" With one eyebrow lifted to match his half-smirk, Lex oozed amused confidence, as if patiently waiting for a

"You two." Jack set his empty glass down, with a faint clink of ice, and looked pointedly from Lex to Clark and back again. "I just wondered if you might like a few extra hands tonight … or anything else, really."

Lex's smile was wide and wicked, sensual and wholly his. "Why, Jack, I hadn't realized The Institute was a full-service organization."

Jack licked his lips and shrugged. "It is tonight."

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SPN/4400: I Know for a Fact That People Have Had Sex in the Stacks (Sam/Shawn)
Title: I Know for a Fact That People Have Had Sex in the Stacks
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural/The 4400 (AU)
Characters: Sam Winchester/Shawn Farrell (AU)
Prompt: mini_nanowrimo Nov. 1st poem prompt: "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore" - The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe.
Word Count: 609 total words exactly (574 added Nov. 1, 35 added Nov. 2)
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: AU. Kink/BDSM. Smut. Slash. Language. Graphic m/m sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: The boys have sex in the library!
Author's Notes: Only a snippet at the moment.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Shawn leaned in, whispering conspiratorially to Sam as they stood in some near-forgotten corner of the Grad Library's 7th floor.

Sam puffed out that almost-snicker of his, shaking his head at Shawn's nervous attempt at stealth and smiling down at him.

"Yeah. I did." He turned to face Shawn and reached out, pressing him backwards until he was leaning against the bookshelves. Then he nudged Shawn's legs apart, twining them together as he blanketed Shawn with his body, his lips connecting with the shell of Shawn's ear.

"Uh … sir?" Sam had figured Shawn would be a bit confused, but it would have been a nice if his training had kicked in even remotely, beyond the respect offered by saying "sir". Even so, Sam had no intention of allowing Shawn to distract him from his goal tonight, or really any night for that matter.

He continued painting Shawn's ear and neck with kisses, tongue tasting, teeth nipping, marking Shawn as his property.

Shawn's pulse was racing, Sam could feel it quiver in the column of skin under his tongue. But it wasn't frantic. Not yet.

Sam let his hand wander over Shawn's thigh, up to the smooth of his side, and down again, but angling to where there bodies were connected. His hand at the apex of Shawn's thighs, a firm caress that pulled a stuttered gasp from Shawn's panting mouth.

"Couldn't? … we could … get caught." Sam smiled into the stitch of Shawn's collar before lifting his head to look at Shawn, who was flushed and gorgeous against the drab of books behind him.

"Shawn … I can have you in any place, at any time, and in any way I please." He threaded his fingers around the short silver chain that reminded Shawn of his submissive state. "That's what this means." He tried to be reproachful and patient at the same time, which worked fine since he was actually amused by Shawn's anxiety more than anything else.

It was 2am in the yet undiscovered ancient land of the 7th floor grad stacks. No one, no one was there to catch them.

Although, he had to admit, even the remote possibility of getting caught fucking Shawn breathless against the codex of some long dead scribe gave him quite a thrill. And Shawn was just as hot from that idea as he was, maybe more, but Shawn could never voice those desires, which was why he needed someone to push him, namely, Sam.

"Do you understand?" Shawn momentarily looked as if he might protest, but Sam tugged on his chain, eyes dark with promise. "Or do I need to remind you what it means to submit?" Reminders meant retraining, which was … a difficult journey and Shawn's quiet shudder meant that he understood, and remembered.

"I understand … sir." He cast his eyes down, a subtle bow to Sam's authority over him, and relaxed into Sam's embrace. It was an act of surrender and Sam knew his boysub was finding that space of trust inside, a place where he could let go and give himself to his dom completely.

Somehow that sigh, when Shawn's breathing evened out, made him seem even more beautiful to Sam. Shawn only gave this part of himself to Sam, only peeled away the layers, only stood stripped naked and vulnerable, when Sam took control, when Sam let Shawn wholly belong to him.

Sam leaned in again, the heat of his breath against Shawn's ear as he said, "good," and went right back to lapping and nibbling, his hand massaging Shawn's cock through the crotch of his jeans.

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Fanfic - SPN: Lazy Saturday (Sam/Dean)
Title: Lazy Saturday
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: For moveablehistory's holiday charity fanfest – SPNSlash Prompt #6. Saturday morning lazy schmoop.
Word Count: 161 total words (161 added Nov. 10)
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Schmoop. Graphic m/m sex. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Sam and Dean have some sleepy Saturday morning fun.
Author's Notes: Only snippets at the moment.

Sam whispered Dean's name in his ear. "Dean." Then whispered it again, nuzzling Dean's neck. "Dean."

"Mmmmsammy?" Dean mumble-moaned, sleepy, and wiggled his ass, trying to melt the whole back of his body into the warmth of his brother.

"You want me to get coffee?"

"Mmmmcoffee."

"Kay, Dean. I'll be back." But when he tried to slip his arm out from around his Dean's body, Dean put his own arm over his, holding it there.

"Nnnh-nnnh." Sam's brow creased with amused confusion.

"You don't want me to go, Dean? What about the coffee?"

"Mmmmfuckcoffee. Gotsammy. Nnnnstillsleepy." Sam laughed softly against the curve of Dean's neck. Somehow mornings always made Dean either a cranky old man or a whiney little boy, fists rubbing his eyes and everything. Not that he'd ever tell Dean, but it was kind of adorable.

"Shouldn't we get up and drive or something?"

"Nnnno. Latersammy. Coldousside. Warmnere. Goddasleeeeepsammy."

"I'm awake now, Dean. I'm not going back to sleep."

"Shuddupsammy Nnnnsleeeeep."

"No, Dean. I'm not going back to sleep. And neither are you."

Sam started kissing

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Fanfic - SPN: The Handsome Wholesome Duo (Sam/Dean)
Title: The Handsome Wholesome Duo
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural (AU)
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, other SPN characters and OCs
Prompt: Inspired by discussions about how "in-sync" the boys were during an SPN episode. Clearly, my mind wandered entirely too far after that.
Word Count: 161 total words (161 added Nov. 10)
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Warnings/Spoilers: AU. Crack. Slash. Popslash. Random weirdness. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: This is a glimpse into the lives of Sam and Dean as the stars of the hot new two-man boyband "Supernatural".
Author's Notes: Only snippets at the moment. I suppose this could be considered a Supernatural Popslash AU, but I don't actually write (or even read) popslash, so there will be no crossing into other popslash fanverses or anything.

"I'm Sam."

"And I'm Dean."

"And together we are Supernatural!"

"OMG it's SN! Here they come! OMG! Sammy! Sammy I love you! Dean! Marry me Dean! OMG! They're here! It's SN! OMG!"

They can only stop to sign autographs for five minutes before the bodyguards haul them off in the direction of their tour bus. The tour bus was a huge charter/limo/mansion-on-wheels kind of deal, because, well, Supernatural fever was sweeping the globe along with their double-platinum second album. Their logo was Supernatural stamped out in curvy letters with a heart-bound star floating over the center, connecting to the S and the L with two swooping streamers. It was apparently a potentially risky design choice because of the implications of stars and hearts, depending on who was looking. But their lyrics, looks, and grind-free pop-and-lock routines had parents everywhere sighing along with their children and calling for more of the "Handsome Wholesome Duo" as they'd recently been called by People Magazine.

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Fanfic - SPN: [Supersecret Fanfic Project Placeholder] (Sam/Dean), 668 words exactly (244 added Nov. 2, 424 added Nov. 3).

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Fanfic - SPN: I Didn't Know Me Until I Met You (Sam/Dean)

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Fanfic - SPN: Destiny Found Him Early and Alone (Sam, Dean)

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Fanfic - SPN: Evil!Sammy Snippets (Sam/Dean)