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Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:28:05 GMT

So... I know I said I would have the next enstallment of "Looking Through the Window" up within a week of posting chapter 2, however, that did not happen. My Excuse: I just moved to Vancouver BC, so things have been quite busy in the last few weeks, even my clothes are still in suitcases.

I promise I have not forgotten and I will continue working on it and have it up as soon as possible.

Btw, last night I walked past Paul McGillion from Stargate Atlantis on Burrard Street. Heheh... gonna have to keep my eyes open for Jensen or Jared. They may just be around the next corner someday!! :D

fic: Looking Through the Window - part 2

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 23:31:10 GMT

Title: Looking Through the Window - part 2/?
Author: amysticka
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Implied Jeff/Jared (Non-Con)
Other Characters: Chad, Chris, Steve
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,859 this part (2,877 so far)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own meandering thoughts.
Warning: Implied Non-graphic underage non-con.

Summary: AU. You don't see what you're doing to me; I keep on looking through the window again. “Not Sorry” by The Cranberries

A/N: This is my first fanfiction I’ve written in over a year, and my first J2 RPS fic. Feedback is <3. Constructive Criticism is welcome.

A/N #2: What started out as a one-shot, has now turned into a multi-part fic. This second part took a while to post because I kept writing and re-writing, never completely satisfied with it. And then I decided that I couldn’t wrap this up in two parts, so there will be a third part on the way.

Previous Parts: Part 1

Jensen pulled up to the high school and parked in a vacant space. Glancing at the time on the dash he noted that it was 2:56. Jared would be finished for the day in just a few minutes and they would be headed out of town for a long weekend with the guys. Shutting off the ignition, Jensen left the radio on and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes while he waited for Jared to exit the school building.

The sound of knocking on his window had Jensen’s eyes flicker open, automatically noting the time as 3:04, and he looked to his left to spot Chad standing outside his driver’s side door. Jensen rolled down his window and issued a casual greeting to Jared’s long-time best friend.

“Hey Chad, what’s up?”

“Hey Jensen, Jared asked me to tell you that he had to stay behind after class and that you should meet him by his locker in 5 minutes.”

“Sure. Why’d he have to stay behind?”

“I don’t know. Something about Mr. Morgan needing to speak to him.”

“Alright, thanks man.” Jensen nodded, taking the keys of the ignition and slipping them into his pocket. Chad nodded and left the school grounds.

Jensen was just exiting his car when he heard his cell ring. Extracting is from his jacket pocket, he rolled his eyes at the number on the Caller ID and flipped open his phone.

‘Hey jack-ass, where the hell are you?’ Chris’ voice penetrated from the speaker as soon as the call was answered. ‘It’s ten after three, Steve and I are almost finished packing the truck with all the gear, just waiting on you and the kid to get your shit together and get your asses over here.’

“Listen ass-hat, I’m at the school right now, just waiting on Jared. He had to stay behind to talk to his teacher, Mr. Morgan. I gotta go meet him at his locker now, so as soon as we leave, we’ll just grab his bag from his house and swing over to your place. I already have my bag in my trunk, ready to go.” Jensen told him, shaking his head and he started towards the front entrance to the school.

‘Fine, I’ll tell Steve you’re gonna be late, but if you’re not here by 3:30, then we’re leaving without you, and you can find your own way to the cabin.’ Chris huffed his reply.

“You do that.” Jensen smirked and disconnected the call. He knew Chris wouldn’t ditch them, even if he was 2 hours late. He’d just bitch about it the entire drive.

Jensen jogged up the front steps and entered the school’s lobby. He headed up the first staircase to his right and stepped out onto the right wing of the second floor where Jared’s locker was located. The corridor was already empty of students and staff, as Jensen approached the locker, but Jared was not there waiting for him. Already knowing the combination, Jensen opened the locker revealing Jared’s jacket and his class schedule. Glancing at his watch anxiously, he wondered what was taking Jared so long. His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ring of his cell phone.

“Jared?”

“It’s Chris. Me and Steve are on the way to the school. Jensen, where’s Jared?”

“I’m still waiting on him…”

“Shit. Listen, go find him. Right now. Steve just told me a disturbing rumor about that new English teacher of his, Mr. Morgan.” Chris paused cryptically.

“Keep talking. I’m heading towards Morgan’s classroom. That’s where Jared was last according to Chad.” Jensen spoke urgently as he ran through the school halls.

“Turns out Morgan has an appetite for young boys. He was accused of sexual harassment at his last school. No charges were officially made and he wasn’t convicted of anything, so the school didn’t feel they had just cause to fire him. But the parents and the school board got involved and demanded some kind of resolution, so he was ‘forcefully resigned’.” Chris paused again, telling Steve to ‘hurry the fuck up and get to the school’. “Listen, Jenny… just because Jared’s a little late get out of school doesn’t mean anything, okay? Morgan might not have anything to do with this.” Chris knew his reassurance that everything would be fine sounded hollow.

Jensen heard what Chris was saying, but he felt it in the pit of his stomach that something was not right.

“I swear if he’s touched Jared, hurt a single hair on his head, I will kill him.”

“Just don’t do anything stupid. We’re almost there. Just find Jared and wait for us.” Chris instructed. “And if anything did happen, we’ll let the cops handle it, okay?” The line was silent, just the harsh sound of shoes slapping against tile. “Jensen! Did you hear me?”

“Yeah… I heard you.” Jensen huffed into the phone. “Just get here soon.” He flipped the phone shut and ran around the corner that would bring him to Morgan’s classroom and slammed into a hard body. Stumbling back a few steps, he looked up to see a disheveled Mr. Morgan steadying himself with one hand, while straightening his clothes and hair with the other. “You!” Jensen almost snarled, narrowing his eyes at the older man. “Where’s Jared? If you did anything, I swear to God…”

Jeff Morgan looked affronted and straightened up his posture. “Excuse me? I don’t you what you’re implying, but Mr. Padalecki left my classroom almost 15 minutes ago.”

“I know he had to stay behind after class to talk to you-“

“Not that it should be of any concern to you, but he did see me after class, for all of 5 minutes when I asked him about his grades. Then I sent him on his way. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get home to enjoy the rest of my weekend.” Jeff pushed past Jensen and hastily walked down the corridor.

“I don’t have time for this…” Jensen muttered to himself and jogged towards Morgan’s abandoned classroom, the door left ajar. Slowing down as he approached the door, he took a deep breath and stepped inside, calling Jared’s name. “Jared? Jare, you here?” He looked around, but didn’t see anyone inside at first glance. “Jared?”

A muffled sound had Jensen whipping around lightning fast as he spotted two shoes poking out from behind the open classroom door. Pushing the door back, he spotted Jared sitting on the floor, curled up in the corner of the room. His knees were pushed up against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs, and his head bowed, pressed against his chest. Jensen paused to marvel at how a six-foot guy could curl into such a small ball.

“Jared? It’s Jensen.” Jensen got to his knees and crawled forward, not daring to touch him just yet. “Jare? Babe… c’mon talk to me. Are you okay? Did - did Morgan… did he do anything to you?”

Jared shuddered and whimpered at the mere mention of his teacher’s name. Jensen tensed and couldn’t restrain himself, as he reached out and placed a gentle hand on the side of Jared’s face, lifting his head up to face him. Jared’s face was tear-streaked and rubbed red, his chocolate eyes were bloodshot and filled with hurt, pain and fear. What Jensen saw made him freeze before pulling Jared to his chest in a desperate hug for comfort and reassurance.

“Jen…” Jared whispered his name, muffled against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Jay, babe, you gotta tell me what happened. I gotta know so I can make this right.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” Jared hiccupped, burying his face against Jensen’s body as a fresh wave of sobs racked through his body.

“Jared. Jay. You don’t have anything to be sorry for… but please, tell me what happened.” Jensen paused, an icy fist tightened around his stomach. “Please tell me… was it Mr. Morgan? Did he do something to you?”

Jared opened his mouth to speak, but the words couldn’t seem to come out, so he nodded instead. It was just a slight, tiny movement, but one that seemed to bring the entire world crashing around the two of them. Jensen closed his eyes in resignation, the tiny bit of hope that flickered inside of him 5 minutes ago died at that small movement.

“C’mon. I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” Jensen stood up and reached down to help Jared stand, noticing the way he squeezed his eyes shut and hissed out a breath in pain. Jensen clenched his jaw as thoughts of how to murder the teacher ran through his head. He couldn’t think about that now though, his first responsibility was to Jared. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he grabbed Jared’s bag and walked them both out of the classroom and out of the school.

Chris and Steve just pulled into the parking lot and saw Jensen and Jared walking slowly down the front steps, Jensen wrapping a protective arm around Jared’s waist. Pulling the truck up to the stairs, Chris and Steve jumped out and raced to meet Jensen at the bottom of the stairs.

“Is he okay? Did Morgan –“ Chris was stopped by a whimper emitted from Jared.

“Jensen, get him in the truck and we’ll take him to the hospital.” Steve said, opening the passenger side door of his truck.

“I’m not leaving him alone!” Jensen nearly snarled, almost imperceptibly tightening his arm around Jared.

“You don’t have to. You’re not going to be able to drive like this, so get in the truck and let Chris bring both of you to the hospital. I’ll follow in your car.” Steve suggested, “Then we’ll call the cops.”

“Okay –“ Jensen started.

“No…” Jared protested, in a barely audible whisper. “Please, no hospital, no cops.”

“Jay, we have to take you to the hospital. You need to be checked out. I need to know you’re okay.” Jensen pleaded with his boyfriend.

“I’m not okay!” Jared snapped, his breath hitching.

Chris sent a subtle glance to Jensen and Steve, and then took a step closer to Jared.

“Jared, kid, we just want you to get checked out. I know nothing seems okay right now, but we need to know how physically injured you might be. That’s why we want to take you to the hospital. You need to be looked at.” Chris said in a soft, low voice, as if he were speaking to a skittish, injured animal.

“And we want to call the cops and let them know what happened so they can arrest Morgan for what he did to you, and so he can never do this to anyone else again.” Steve added, speaking in the same low tone.

“Okay, Jay?” Jensen asked one more time, twisting his head to catch Jared’s eye. “We’re not gonna let anything else happen to you, okay? I promise you that, Jay. I swear on my life.”

After what seemed forever in silence, Jared lifted his head slightly and nodded.

“Okay. I’ll go.” He whispered. “Just – just don’t leave me alone…”

“I won’t.” Jensen promised.

TBC

fic: Looking Through the Window

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:26:58 GMT

Title: Looking Through the Window
Author: amysticka
Pairing: Implied Jensen/Jared, Jeff/Jared (Non-Con)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,018
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own meandering thoughts.
Warning: Non-graphic underage non-con.

Summary: AU. You don't see what you're doing to me; I keep on looking through the window again. “Not Sorry” by The Cranberries. ::~~One-Shot::~~

A/N: This is my first fanfiction I’ve written in over a year, and my first J2 RPS fic.
Feedback is <3. Constructive Criticism is welcome.

“Jared! Can you stay behind after class, please?”

“Sure, Mr. Morgan” Jared nodded, packing up his bag, while the rest of his classmates filed out of the room. “Hey, Chad, Can you tell Jensen to meet me by my locker in about 5 minutes? I gotta hang back for a couple minutes, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Sure, man.” Chad waved and left the classroom.

Mr. Jeff Morgan stood up from behind his desk, waiting for the last student to leave, before closing the door and turning back to face Jared.

“Jared, I wanted to talk to you,” Mr. Morgan started, sitting on the corner of his desk, “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jensen Ackles, and to be honest, I’m a little concerned. You’re my best student and I don’t want your marks to suffer because you’re being distracted by a boy like him.”

“A boy like him, sir?” Jared frowned. “Jensen is a really good guy. He’s really smart and he helps me study. I don’t think he’s a distraction at all. In fact, since we started studying together, I think my marks have gotten better.”

“Jared…”

“Sir, I appreciate your concern about my attention to my school work, but my grades are fine.” Jared persisted, knowing that he was still getting straight A’s, regardless of whether Jensen and he were together.

“Just fine isn’t good enough, Jared…” This time it was Mr. Morgan who frowned. “You have so much potential. I can only imagine what you could achieve, if only you had the right… motivation.”

Mr. Morgan stood from where he was perched on the desk and stepped toward Jared, lightly placing a hand on his arm. Jared’s eyes shot up to meet Mr. Morgan’s gaze as he took a step back.

“Jared… I’m offering to be your tutor, your mentor. Someone to help guide you, teach you things that cannot be taught in the classroom. And I think you would do well to take me up on my offer.” Mr. Morgan’s gaze seemed to darken as he took another step toward Jared, reaching for his arm again.

“Mr. Morgan –“

“Call me Jeff. I think we can be on more casual terms now, don’t you Jared?”

“Mr. Morgan,” Jared reasserted. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I don’t think that any extra tutoring is necessary.” He took a couple quick steps back, unsure if Mr. Morgan was actually making these advances toward him, or if he was misjudging the situation. But whatever it was, Jared was uncomfortable and wanted to get out of there and see Jensen as soon as possible. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go…”

Jared moved towards the classroom door, grabbing his knapsack as he passed his desk, and twisted the door handle, only opening it two inches before it was slammed shut. Startled, Jared jumped back and bumped into the hard body behind him. Twisting around, Jared looked up into Mr. Morgan’s face, the older man’s arm still over his shoulder keeping the door shut.

“Now, Jared, why would you try to leave? I’m just trying to show you what a special student you are.” Mr. Morgan’s voice lowered as he moved forward and pressed up against Jared, pinning him back against the classroom door, his free hand coming to rest at the younger boy’s hip.

“Please…” Jared shivered, pushing against the older man’s chest. “Sir, I don’t… I can’t… please.”

“You don’t know what you do to me…” Mr. Morgan mumbled, dropping his hand from the door to Jared’s hips, gripping them and pulling him flush against his body, despite the younger man’s struggle.

Jared’s panicking now. He squirms in the older man’s grip, pushing and pulling, just trying to get away from his teacher, from the overpowering smell of cologne and the musky scent of arousal.

“Please, sir… please… God… I don’t… I can’t… please… let me go… please, please, please…” Jared’s vision begins to blur, his eyes fill with moisture that spills over his cheeks, while he begs and pleads for some divine intervention to stop this nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. “I don’t wanna do this… please, Mr. Morgan, please… let me go.”

“Jared…” Mr. Morgan moans his name, twist his fingers in his hair, slides his hand beneath his shirt. Jared pushes against his chest again… once, twice… then twists away, out of his grip, and tries to open the door again. He’s barely opened the damned thing before Mr. Morgan presses up against his back, pushing him into the door, his face against the window. Jared can feel Mr. Morgan’s hand on his hips again, circling forward around his waist and gripping the top button on his jeans, popping it open.

“No…” It comes out as a harsh whisper. “No.” Stronger this time. Jared can feel his zipper being lower. “No!” This time it comes as a strangled scream, as he feels the older man’s hand pushing inside his pants.

He can’t breathe, he can’t think, his heart is slamming against his chest… and he can’t breathe! He’s going to suffocate, he’s going to die, and the last thing he’ll remember is the feel of his jeans being pushed down and Mr. Morgan’s hot breath on his neck.

“No… Stop… Please…” Jared cries, a strangled sob catching in his throat, as he repeats his mantra, hoping that it will save him. “No… Stop… Please…”

“Jared, Jared, Jared….” Mr. Morgan whispers his name like a prayer as his pushes into the younger boy’s body.

Jared’s looking through the classroom door window again, praying that someone will come, someone will hear the sound of the door banging against the frame, that someone will hear his pleading voice.

“Please stop… please… please, please, please… just stop… please…”

Jared’s vision blurs again, the glass smudged with his tears as his face rubs against it with each thrust from behind. It must have been longer than 5 minutes now, Jensen must be wondering where he is, he has to be looking for him… right?

He just wants this to be over…

Part 2

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:26:28 GMT

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The Fan/Fandom Creed

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 05:15:55 GMT

The Fan/Fandom Creed.

I. I acknowledge that fandom can, has, and will exist without me. I am not important. What I can do, someone else could easily take over. Even if the fandom is tiny, there are probably many more fans of whom I simply have not heard that write/draw/dream things that could blow my mind. Fandom would not fall apart without me.

II. I acknowledge that no matter what I've contributed to it, the fandom owes me absolutely nothing. I will not look for fame, nor will I expect a certain type of treatment from anyone else in the fandom. If people respect me, let them; if people dislike me, let them. I certainly will not threaten to leave and expect anyone to care.

III. I acknowledge that no matter what sort of "credentials" I have in the real world, in fandom, I am merely just another "fan." I might be a published author, a famous artist, or hell, Brad Pitt, but in fandom, if I am not the creator of the canon material, I am merely a follower and I will remember that.

IV. I acknowledge that fandom is a thing created and kept alive by more than one person. People will disagree with me; I will disagree with people. Although I reserve the right to leave the premises or disagree/rant/make snide comments in relative private, I will never flame someone publically or personally for their opinions. If there is discussion in public, it will be civil and I will keep the peace.

V. I acknowledge that there will always be parts of fandom that I dislike; I also acknowledge that there will always be parts of fandom that dislike me; these parts, I will ignore. There will always be people who will never see things my way, no matter what anyone says or does, and there will always be people who keep producing works with which I completely disagree. Again, although I reserve the right to leave the premises or disagree/rant/make snide comments in relative private, I will make no move to actually stop them. They have the right to imagine their versions of characters, just as I have the right to imagine mine.

VI. I acknowledge that, just as fandom owes me nothing, neither do other fans. It doesn't matter who I am; just because I created a community or many people agree with my portrayal of Character A does not give me rights to anything in the fandom. If I receive praise, I will always remember that it is given freely, not due; if I receive criticism, I will take it and remember that criticism, too, is freely given. Regardless of which it is, I will always feel thankful for the time.

VII. I acknowledge that fandom is fandom and how certain people act/how certain people's tastes run in fandom has no relation to them in real life. Although I reserve the right to like or dislike someone based on their OOC/non-fandom-related comments, I will neither judge nor form opinions about someone as a person purely through fandom. Just as slash writers are not always gay and RPers are not always self-inserts, I acknowledge that the fandom-image I know and the real life-person that I do not may be completely different people.

VIII. I acknowledge that there will be other fans that I dislike personally; I also acknowledge that there will be other fans that dislike me personally; these fans, I will ignore. Again, although I reserve the right to leave the premises or disagree/rant/make snide comments in relative private, I will make no move to actually confront them if they have done no wrong. Being a jerk may have them kicked out of communities and forums, but I will always remember that they have as much right to be in the actual fandom as I do. And I will always remember that I do have that right.

IX. I acknowledge that just as I am in fandom to have fun, other people are in fandom for the exact same reason, and I will remember that. I will never do anything to actively try to stop other people's fun, regardless of how much I may disagree with what they are doing. Clause reserving the right to leave the premises or disagree/rant/make snide comments in relative private still holds here, but I will never tell another fan to stop having fun in whatever way they want to have fun. And I will never pay any attention when someone tells me to stop having fun myself.

X. I acknowledge that just as everyone else is a person, that I am a person, too. No matter what other fans may think of me from what they have seen in fandom, I will never let that persona/image/reputation get in the way of being myself if/when I should communicate with them outside of fandom. If they respect me, I will thank them, and if they dislike me, I will accept it, but these things I will strictly keep in fandom only and will not allow them to interfere with my friendships or real life.

XI. I acknowledge that there are people uninterested in my fandom and I will not press my fandom upon them. I will not speak of certain fandoms to those that have no interest in them, nor will I pressure anyone to look at/read/otherwise be forced to come up with reactions to things that they couldn't care less about. I know that fandoms are very specific things, that being pressured into looking at them is highly uncomfortable, and I will not impose that way upon others.

XII. I acknowledge that, in the end, real life is real life and fandom is only fandom. If fandom begins to affects my real life in negative ways, I will remember that I have the option to simply leave and if it gets bad enough, I will. If I am truly unhappy with a certain fandom or the way a certain fandom is going, I will remember that I have the option of simply creating another community for people who share the same interests as me, or the option of just staying and refusing to go with the flow. I will remember that fandom is a simple trade of time with fun, and that if the fun is not worth the cost, I will remember that I am merely wasting time. Above all else, I will remember that remaining in fandom is an entirely voluntary action.

If you follow this creed, please post it in your journal.

Yay! Flattery!

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:14:36 GMT

So, I made this Supernatural Wincest vid "Unfaithful" about a month ago, and posted it on YouTube. And then I got this one comment from aldrea7 asking if she could write a fanfic based on my vid! And now, after sending me a copy first, she has it posted here!

So, go take a look, and leave a comment! =]

ps: oh yeah, I'll be starting to post some of my stuff on here and on my website when I get around to it...