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So, once upon a time I signed up for the Cockles Big Bang and then… nothing happened. But I had an entire fic written for it. Why let perfectly good Cockles go to waste? 

I’ll be posting a new chapter every Tuesday!

Wonderwall - A Cockles Mixtape

Misha and Jensen have it figured out, which is a miracle in and of its own considering the lives they lead, but miracles are fleeting and often not built to last. It’s a tough pill to swallow especially when they had thought they were going to be the exception.

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Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now

An excerpt:

The first time they kissed, they were drunk on an amazing bottle of bourbon that Misha gave Jensen to celebrate his engagement to Danneel. Jensen was supposed to share it with her but they opened it anyways and after watching Misha sip out of one of his glencairn glasses all night, his throat working as he swallowed the amber liquid with each drink, Jensen was done. Switched to autopilot, he calmly put his glass down, pulled the glass out of Misha’s hand, and slipped his arm around Misha’s waist. Pushing Misha back into the couch, he zoned into the curve where Misha’s neck and shoulder met and worked his mouth diligently up Misha’s throat and to his mouth. They kissed each other swollen and chapped until the sun came up the next day.

Read it on AO3

anonymous asked:

I recently discovered your porn gif drabbles - SO good. I'm a little afraid to ask, but is there a reason you haven't written any Jensen/Danneel?

Thanks! And no, not really. I enjoy them. I just enjoy Jared and Gen more. ;) XOXO

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride; I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving you but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. | Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets