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SCHMOOPFEST!
The Basics:
I think we could all use a little schmoop this hiatus! So, for the month of June, from today up to and including June 30th, I challenge you to write a fic or create a piece of art featuring one (or more, if you’re extra-crafty) of the following schmoopy prompts - with Dean as the one getting all schmooped up, of course.
Schmoop is the name of the game, so your fic/art does not have to include sick!Dean or any kind of hurt/comfort - it’s optional. (Albeit extremely awesome.)
This is a very easygoing challenge, and is done a bit differently than our other challenges in that you can participate anonymously if you'd prefer. I know some people are embarrassed by their schmoopy tendencies. ;D Whatever for, I do not know.
Schedule:
| Posting period | June 1st through to June 30th, submissions to be linked or posted right here in this post (+ directly to the comm if you'd like!) |
Prompts:
Prompt #1: hugs/cuddling
Prompt #2: bed-sharing
Prompt #3: Dean wearing Sam’s hoodie!
Prompt #4: clothes-sharing (i.e.; Dean wearing Castiel’s trenchcoat, pre-series fic with Dean wearing daddy Winchester’s leather coat, or any other variation of clothes-sharing you can think of.)
How this is going to work:
Before we get started: Anonymous posting is enabled and IP tracking is off in case you’re embarrassed by your schmoopy tendencies. Seriously, feel free to be RIDICULOUSLY schmoopy – it’s good for you.
01. There's no need to sign up for this challenge. If you choose to participate, you will have the month of June to write/create art for any of the above schmoopy prompts. Your fics may be full-length or comment-fic length. You can comment to this post with a link to your submission on your journal, or you can comment to this post with your submission in the comments the way you would a comment-fic. If you go longer than one comment, you can reply to your original comment until you have finished posting. And if you choose to post your submission to the comm at any time, that’s great too. Please see what tags are suitable to use in the FAQ, below.
02. People can follow this post and give you love.
03. At the beginning of next month I’ll make a new post with the hopefully schmoop-filled masterlist!
Posting:
All I ask is that when you comment to this post with your fic/art/whatever, you put your title, (if you have one) what prompt you chose, the genre/pairing; e.g.; gen or Sam/Dean, etc., and spoilers (if applicable) in your subject line - or, if there isn't enough room, in the first line of your comment. Please make sure anything porny is clearly marked as such as well, and adhere to LJ's TOS when posting images.
See guideline #1 for more info on posting.
FAQ:
Here are the answers to some questions you may have about the challenge (including a definition of schmoop if anyone is unclear on that.) Feel free to PM me or e-mail me at hoodietime [at] gmail [dot] com if you have any others.
--> Schmoop is generally categorized as fic/art with minimal angst, the kind that gives you that “awwww” feeling. But no worries - nothing will be turned away for not being schmoopy enough or whatever. I know a prompt can run away with a writer and I think it’s great when it does. So angst is fine as well as pure angstless fluff, but as a general rule the comfort should overwhelm the angst in the end.
--> No, your fic/art for this challenge does not have to include sick!Dean or any kind of hurt/comfort, although it would certainly be appreciated.
--> All genres and pairings are loved and accepted here, however this is not an RPF comm. Fictional characters only, please.
--> Fics can be as short or as long as you’d like, and WIPS are fine.
--> Yes, any type of art that fits a prompt is awesome also. Drawings, icons, picspams, etc. - it's all good!
--> You can submit as many entries as you want.
--> As I said above, anonymous posting is enabled and IP tracking is off, so don’t be scared to be as schmoopy as possible!
--> There will be no extensions for this challenge. Entries are due anytime up to and including June 30th. If your submission is posted/linked in the comments to this post by June 30th, you can use the .challenge 2 tag whenever you post, before of after the challenge is over. If you write any fics/have art for this challenge after that date, it won’t be part of the masterlist, but please use our new .amnesty tag and post it to the comm anyway. We’d LOVE to see it whenever!
Okay! Let’s whip up some schmoop!
ETA: The schmoopfest masterlist is now up HERE. Check it out!
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Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (pt5)
Date: 2010-06-29 09:22 pm (UTC)Though Sam really tried to help his brother’s misery, there wasn’t a single pair of jeans to find in this town. In fact, there wasn’t even any pair of pants that was fit to be worn by Dean in the convenience-store, no matter the material. Even the hardware-store that sold work-clothes didn’t have a shirt or pants that wouldn’t look funny or wrong on Dean. The whole town seemed to be inhabited by either skinny little guys or fat big ones.
Sam tried, he really did. But all he could come up with were some t-shirts that had roughly the right size and those weren’t enough, since it was November and the temperature didn’t allow for bare arms.
When he returned to the motel, though, his good intentions vanished like sleet on a hot stove.
Dean was sitting on the bed, Sam’s most comfortable pair of jeans –the one that fit best on his brother’s waist – in his lap. In his hand, he held a big and wickedly sharp knife and was just about to cut off the last inches of the legs.
“STOP!”
Sam was mighty pleased about the reaction he got: Dean startled so hard that he actually jumped a bit on the mattress, nearly losing the knife. His eyes were huge and round, his mouth a bit open in surprise. And damn, that didn’t make him look cute and sweet and cuddly. Not at all, in Sam’s hoodie that made Dean's admittedly wide shoulders seem small and made him look thin rather than slim and well-muscled. In short, he didn’t look like a vulnerable little boy, a feat that wasn’t enhanced by the bruised cheekbone he was sporting, and Sam totally didn’t feel like apologizing and hugging the crap out of his brother.
No, not at all.
“You dare to finish this and you’ll be wearing my stuff for the rest of your life, ass-face. I’ll chain you to my wrist if that is what it’ll take”, Sam growled.
Dean didn’t believe that his brother would really go to that extremes, especially since it would be really uncomfortable for both parties, but he did drop the knife, a bit sheepishly. He had hoped to be finished before Sam came back, but since he'd only gotten the idea a few minutes ago, he seemed to have lost the initiative.
“Sorry” he grinned and put the knife back in its sheath. “Did you bring me something?” Hopping off the bed, he hitched the too-wide sweat-pants up.
In all fairness, they were too wide for Sam, too, since his gigantor-brother had a waist that was a bit more narrow than Dean’s. Which made clothes-sharing even more awkward. He had to wear pants that were too long but pinched a bit on his stomach when he sat and felt too tight on his ass, but the legs were so long they wouldn’t ever be considered anything but that: too long.
The freak of nature had been bigger than him for some time now and in the last year, Sam's shoulders had hulked out to unbelievable dimensions. It was unfair that the person who all his life had been at least the slimmer, skinnier brother had bulked his chest and shoulders to a level that made Dean himself look and feel small.
He wasn’t. Small. He knew that. Every time he looked in the mirror or held a woman in his arms he was reassured of that, but living in close quarters with the Incredible Hulk warped his realities sometimes.
***
Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (pt6)
Date: 2010-06-29 09:24 pm (UTC)The look Sam got just now, similar to the one yesterday night, was a bit creepy, too. It was the Sam-Winchester patented “Talking-to-victims-and-small-children-look”, number 18 in the Book of Sam’s Expressions.
Huh. Maybe he could use this to his advantage?
“Did you get me presents? Show me?” he made his own version of the puppy eyes and to his astonishment Sam seemed to melt in front of him. Hee!
“Sorry,” did Sam just hide his eyes in embarrassment? “Couldn’t find anything. Got you some t-shirts, but all short-sleeved. Really, this town is made of strangely-shaped persons, I swear. Not even…”
“Not even what?”
“Noteveninthewomenssectiondidtheyhaveanything”
It took a while, but Dean was so used to Sam’s mumbles that he figured this one out alone. He raised his eyebrows as high as they would go. “You looked in the chick-section? What, not enough that they beat me up for wearing another man’s stuff, now you want me to cross-dress as well? You want me to be kicked out of town, maybe tared and feathered as well?”
“NO!” Sam was horrified, which was a bit of a relief. “Man, there wasn’t anything, and I figured maybe, if the ch…women here were shaped strangely as well... Seems, though, that they are either too big or too slim, just like the guys. And all of them are maybe five feet tall, so…”
Dean grimaced in disgust. The idea of walking around in jeans too short was even more undignified than walking in too long ones, so he should probably be glad that Sam wasn’t a midget instead of a giant.
“Man, I want out of here. Yesterday, preferably.”
“Yeah, I get that. Here” Sam handed over the shirts, still wrapped in the plastic and Dean had to admit that even though they were not going to make a difference under his brother’s button-down-shirts, it felt like heaven to finally wear something that fit. “I found out something, though, so if I’m right, we can finish this hunt and leave tomorrow. Day after if you trip over the jeans again.”
“Haha” Dean bared his teeth at Sam’s teasing remark and accompanying smirk. “Good, what did you find?”
***
Of course Sam was right. When has he ever not been right? Good thing they had left all their stuff in the motel this time, because now they both were soaked and smelled like crap.
But at least the nasty thing was dead and the showers worked and the puppy-eyes had had the desired effect of getting the first shower. Sitting on the bed, even with even more bruises and a sprained ankle and dislocated/re-located/taped-and-splinted finger felt fantastic. Clean sheets, a soft and still firm mattress, clean hair and soapy smell… amazing what those can do to the morale. Even that the shampoo smelled like coconuts and his soap had the distinct aroma of pineapple didn’t spoil his mood any. So he smelled like Pina Colada? Who cared.
Tomorrow they would leave, find a washing-machine or buy new clothes if nothing was salvageable. No more sharing with his little brother; his own boxer-shorts. Fitting shoes! His own socks, which wouldn’t ride down in his boots anymore. Jeans that didn’t pinch and make him stumble and look like an idiot. What else can a man ask for?
And this huge, fleecy, warm and soft hoodie of Sam made him feel all comfy and meek. He snuggled into the pillow and closed his eyes, drifting a bit to the sound of running water from the shower next door.
**
Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-06-29 09:25 pm (UTC)When Sam left the bathroom, accompanied by a cloud of steam, he spotted the brother-shaped lump on the bed immediately. Something stuck in his throat at the sight.
Dean was sprawled on the sheets, face mushed into the pillow. He looked peaceful and relaxed, loose-limbed and warm on the mattress, his legs bare, his hair still damp and not spiked into form. He was wearing Sam’s favourite hoodie and the hood, slightly covering his head, made him look all of sixteen, if not younger. He couldn’t even remember when Dean had looked so young. Not when he’d actually been that age, that much was certain.
Being swamped by a hoodie was a good look on him, Sam decided. It made him feel like the one responsible, like he could actually keep Dean safe for once. Like he could make his brother’s life a bit more secure and manageable.
Like being the big brother for once.
~fin~
Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-07-03 02:21 am (UTC)I feel so bad for wee!Sammy having to wear Dean's hand-me-downs. Dean, I feel less bad for and more... awwwww, tiny!Dean! He's bossy. And SHORT. And I love it.
Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-07-05 08:37 pm (UTC)Sam must have suffered as a kid - poor Sammy...
Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-07-05 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-07-03 03:05 am (UTC)Re: Filled: Prompt #4 (and 3) (Epilogue)
Date: 2010-07-05 08:34 pm (UTC)