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Rebel Rebel by ch4lcos0ma - онгоинг, Джесс-центрик; проблемы сексуального самоопределения, интернализованная гомофобия, вот это всё. Очень слоу бёрн: Джесс горит один, но горит хорошо - красиво и больно. Дин уже женат на Линдси и по-прежнему любит Рори - совершенно не представляю, куда автор метит при таком раскладе, но определенно хочу узнать.
ОМП, ОЖП, даже парочка гендерфлюидов, но все симпатичные и работают на сюжет. Джесс нежнее и уязвимей, чем в каноне. В целом текст уже за гранью того, что отделяет слэшный фанфик от литературного произведения, не то чтобы я что-то имела против слэшных фанфиков, боже упаси)

God. He's sick of wanting. He's so, so sick of wanting. He's sick of taking contact wherever he can—knuckles brushing against warm skin, hot blood, soft mouth. He's sick of staring, watching as he shops with Lindsay, as he yearns for Rory so openly it almost feels loud, as he laughs with Chris and sometimes Matthew, always encroaching, always taking what could almost have been his.
Agony, agony, it has to be some form of specialized torture devised for Jess Mariano, the way he ruins everything he touches and the way Dean takes them from him and fixes them again. Chris and Matthew, probably tired of him, definitely horrified by him, going to Dean to play pool because Jess is not as easy to relax with, not as easy to be around. Rory, hurt, wounded—because Jess Mariano sinks his teeth in and doesn't let go, spills blood, tears flesh—weeping into Dean's shoulder because he's good, he fixes things, the only thing he's ever touched that's broken has been Jess and Jess was made this way, chipped when he was bought, but for some reason never returned.

 
till i tasted you by underfallingflowerpetals - легкий, прозрачный, совершенно очаровательный миник 5+1: пять раз, когда Дин поцеловал Джесса, и один раз, когда Джесс ответил тем же. Обожаю, когда автор знает, что делает со словами 

God. Dean kissed him. Instead of a punch or slap, in place of more violence, Dean just—he just grabbed Jess by the collar (not even that hard), stared for a little bit, and then kissed him. Kissed him for real. Kissed him like people who have things to say but don’t know how to say them kiss. With an ache. With a strange, misplaced kind of desperation.
And Jess—
Jess stood there and let it happen, his bag of garbage to throw out forgotten.
It was supposed to be about Rory, is the thing. He was supposed to be angry about Rory. About being the ex. About losing. Not about—whatever this is.
Not about the strange kind of want that blossoms deep inside Jess, that comes with a large red label that says FORBIDDEN in capital letters on it.
Jess doesn’t sleep much that night.

 
Hanging on a Cigarette by amorekay - короткий, но забавный драбблик. Чем короче текст, тем заметней, когда автор умеет. Этот - умеет)

"We have to do something about this." Dean says, but the tone makes it sound more like he just said: "If you're going to cut off my fingers, do it quickly and with something other than a butter knife." Or maybe more like: "Jess, I want to bash your head into my glove compartment."
Jess kind of shares the sentiment. He flicks the cigarette butt at Dean's window, imagining the irritation growing on his face even as he keeps his eyes trained on his own knee. "About what?"
"Don't play dumb, you jack ass." Dean unbuckles his seat belt - a model citizen, even in times of peril, Jess thinks with scorn - and presses his body into Jess's space. Jess tries not to flinch.
"About what?" he mocks. "Our unresolved, violent sexual tension?"
And Dean says, "Yes."

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