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A Definite Lack of Subtley by calathea (R)
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles/Vicki
Length: ~3,400
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calathea
Author Website: plant fiction
A fic in which Vicki takes control over Misha's crush on Jensen and sets about mutually embarrassing her husband and his costar all while doing the proper cajoling to get Jensen to come over forsexdinner. And Jared pouts.
Basically, I LOVE this author's Vicki. Frank, adorable, and confident, Misha and Jensen are merely along for the ride.
Misha laughs, and just as he's is thinking what a relief it is that the guys are as easy-going as they are, Vicki snaps her phone shut, leans between the front seats and says: "So, Jensen, I've been meaning to ask you. How do you feel about threesomes? More specifically, how would you feel a threesome with the two of us?"
It's just as well it's o'dark thirty in the morning, because otherwise Supernatural would have been out one leading man and one season regular. As it is, Jensen swerves across two lanes of traffic, gets honked at by a guy in a truck, and almost runs a red light.
"Maybe I should wait to ask again when you're not driving," Vicki says, thoughtfully, as they settle back into the correct lane of traffic. "But you know, you could think about it."
She sits composedly back in her seat again, and from the clicking noises starts texting someone on her phone.
Jensen turns terrified eyes on Misha for a moment, who feels certain his own face is frozen in some ridiculous expression of shock, and then resolutely looks back towards the road. His knuckles are white from how hard he is clutching the steering wheel. Misha wishes he had a steering wheel to clutch, especially since his mind is helpfully relaying to him all the things he admitted to thinking about Jensen, about what he wanted to do to Jensen, while being very enjoyably tortured by Vicki in the earlier hours of this morning. His admiration for her interrogation technique, already pretty high, goes up a notch.
"Were you ever with the CIA?" Misha asks her now, turning in his seat to look at her.
She glances up from her phone. "Don't be ridiculous," she says, and leans forward to peck him on the cheek. "If I were a spy I wouldn't be able to tell you anyway."
A Definite Lack of Subtley
Pairing: Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles/Vicki
Length: ~3,400
Author on LJ:
calathea Author Website: plant fiction
A fic in which Vicki takes control over Misha's crush on Jensen and sets about mutually embarrassing her husband and his costar all while doing the proper cajoling to get Jensen to come over for
Basically, I LOVE this author's Vicki. Frank, adorable, and confident, Misha and Jensen are merely along for the ride.
Misha laughs, and just as he's is thinking what a relief it is that the guys are as easy-going as they are, Vicki snaps her phone shut, leans between the front seats and says: "So, Jensen, I've been meaning to ask you. How do you feel about threesomes? More specifically, how would you feel a threesome with the two of us?"
It's just as well it's o'dark thirty in the morning, because otherwise Supernatural would have been out one leading man and one season regular. As it is, Jensen swerves across two lanes of traffic, gets honked at by a guy in a truck, and almost runs a red light.
"Maybe I should wait to ask again when you're not driving," Vicki says, thoughtfully, as they settle back into the correct lane of traffic. "But you know, you could think about it."
She sits composedly back in her seat again, and from the clicking noises starts texting someone on her phone.
Jensen turns terrified eyes on Misha for a moment, who feels certain his own face is frozen in some ridiculous expression of shock, and then resolutely looks back towards the road. His knuckles are white from how hard he is clutching the steering wheel. Misha wishes he had a steering wheel to clutch, especially since his mind is helpfully relaying to him all the things he admitted to thinking about Jensen, about what he wanted to do to Jensen, while being very enjoyably tortured by Vicki in the earlier hours of this morning. His admiration for her interrogation technique, already pretty high, goes up a notch.
"Were you ever with the CIA?" Misha asks her now, turning in his seat to look at her.
She glances up from her phone. "Don't be ridiculous," she says, and leans forward to peck him on the cheek. "If I were a spy I wouldn't be able to tell you anyway."
A Definite Lack of Subtley