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[unamaga]

Okay, so, at the prodding of chickypooh, I am ressurecting this lovely little thing.

Give me a word, a phrase, a song, anything at all as a prompt. I'll write a small fic, just a few sentences long to go along with your prompt, and then we'll put them all together. Comment more than once if you want; bombard me!

Here's an example:

[Lonely]
Sometimes Jensen thinks words like love and forever in the quiet, still darkness of the morning hours, when it’s only him and Jared’s sleeping form barely an arm’s length away, none of their everyday troubles bearing down on them. He presses kisses against the beautiful curve of Jared's neck like promises and prays he's not alone in this.

Get going!

Comments

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's four from me.

#1: Oilpainting(s).
#2: Snowangels.
#3: Club Soda.
#4: Wireless Internet.

I'm weird, yes.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Oil Paintings]
Sometimes, Jensen likes to go out and find culture. He'll drag Jared all around the province to various art houses and museums, tilt his head this way and that to try and understand what's going on in each piece. Jared likes to call him a geek when he gets like that, but Jensen sees the way Jared watches him out of the corner of his eye, face smooth and warm.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Snow Angels]
Sam remembers the first snowfall he ever saw, up in Colorado. He was five whole years old and the world seemed bigger than ever, covered in stark white. It scared him, but Dean took him by the hand, pulled him out into the yard and showed him how to make an angel. It still makes him smile to think of his big brother, wet hair stuck up in all different directions.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Club Soda]
Gets out stains! the little note next to the bottle proclaims brightly. Jensen eyes it and then his soiled shirt, biting his lip on an inappropriate laugh. Somehow, he doesn't think Jared's mother considered it would be used for this particular kind of stain.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Wireless Internet]
"You know," Dean says one day, throwing his legs up on the motel desk. "I've always kind of wondered how we get wireless everywhere we go. You have a magic notebook card, Sammy?" His brother grins deviously and doesn't say anything at all, tapping the laptop screen down until it latches with a soft, foreboding click.

[talilov.livejournal.com]

I have to go to work!! *whines* How long are you keeping this open?

Prompt: Dean's amulet

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

it will be open for, like, ever. you are safe.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Dean's Amulet]
It's a little sick, but it's harder for Sam to come to terms with the fact that the shapeshifter has his brother's charm tied around his neck than anything else. Dean's had it for as long as he can remember--something about Pashupati keeping him safe--and to know that wherever Dean is, he's without it, is almost unbearable.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck"... the exact sentence I heard when I saw your entry ;)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck]
There's no dramatic swell of violins, no menacing chord when the truck hits them. All Dean can hear, aside from the screech of metal crushing and the crunch of bones breaking, is Creedance Clearwater, crooning something sweet about a bad moon.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

I think I'll spam you with lyrics, my dear.

"These painted mirrors give no reflection
It's getting hard to see the signs"

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[These painted mirrors give no reflection]
"I want you," Dean whispers, quiet and sad against Sam's ear. "I want you, but I can't have you. Why can't I have you, Sammy?" Sam closes his eyes tight and tries not to listen. He's trapped here, just here, and even Dean can't save him now.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"Am I your one and only desire
Am I the reason you breathe
Or am I the reason you cry"

Just choose whichever one you find the most inspiring...

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"But you'll die, before you cry
Solitude is where you fly
You don't say this ain't right
But I see it in your eyes"

And if you want any of these, just let me know :-*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[You don't say this ain't right]
It's a dirty word that neither of you dare to use, but it's always there, hanging right over your heads like a storm cloud. It's not normal, what you two do after the lamps go dark, limbs slick with sweat and bellies slick with something else. You know it, he knows it, but it's all you've got left and you're willing to fight for it.

[dea-liberty.livejournal.com]

Hee!

1. Fall
2. Wine

I may well be back with more ^_^

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Fall]
When Dean was still small enough that he couldn't reach the sink by himself, John would sometimes pick him up like he was a piece of furniture and move him out of the way. "Daddy, I'm not a chair!" Dean would giggle, clinging to his father's shirtfront. And if the leaves were falling, John would always respond by taking Dean out back and burying him in a freshly-raked pile.

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm adding some more. Do which ever ones you want, the rest you can kill.

Words:

#1: IKEA
#2: Motionsickness.
#3: Chocolate Milkshake.
#4: Condoms.

Sentences:

#1: "I'm gonna wear you out, pretty."
#2: "You're going to stick what where...?"
#3: "Oh oh oh, and that one time in Mexico...!"
#4: "It's over."

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

["I'm gonna wear you out, pretty."]
"Look at you," Jensen breathes out, ghosting his fingers down the back of Jared's thigh. Jared shivers, biting his own knuckles. "Spread out on this bed for me--always for me, right, baby? I'm gonna ride you for hours. You're gonna scream until you can't breathe."

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

1. Reece's Pieces
2. sock puppets
3. mood lighting

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Reeses Pieces]
"You--I--" Jensen stutters to a halt, watching with something like fascination as Jared stuffs yet more candy into his mouth. "How much can you fit in there, man?" Jared smirks, tilts his head back pointedly and swallows it all in one big gulp. Suddenly, Jensen's pants feel a little tight. He should probably go to wardrobe about that.

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

1. Friends
2. True Love
3. Apples

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Apples]
It doesn't take long for Jared to notice Jensen's started avoiding apples. He tries not to say anything at first, being the awesome friend that he is, but the fifth time Jensen turns down apple sauce, when he used to eat it by the jar, Jared says something. Jensen shuffles a little, digging the toes of his boots into the hard dirt and mumbles something uncharitable about Jared's momma and fugly scarecrowes.

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

bombarding now!

um... sam. dean. disney movies.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Disney Movies]
Dean remembers Sam's first crush very fondly; her name was Mary Poppins and she was practically perfect in every way. When the tape wore out from Sam rewinding it so many times, the kid actually cried. It was fantastic.

[ilovesn.livejournal.com]

YAY!

I love PROMPT FIC

1. "It's Not The Way You Think That Turns Me On, Last Think I Wanna Do Is Listen To You Talk"

2. "But I'm Pretty When I Lie"

3. Bad Fic

4. Porn

That's pretty much it.

:D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[It's not the way you think that turns me on]
Jared doesn't like it when Jensen tries to talk afterwards. He'll shut him up with whatever he can: a tongue in his mouth, a hand digging into his side. After a while, Jensen just stops trying to talk at all.

[pruehalliwells.livejournal.com]

okay, long shot, the phrase is

And then, there was silence

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[And then, there was silence]
Sometimes, quiet hurts more than anything else--it's impersonal, cold. When he retreats into his own head and closes all of himself off from you, it cuts, sharp and silent like a well-cared for knife.

[shibbyfangirl.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I have some suggestions:

1) Jared's Rainbow Candy (as I have acquired some from the local Sweet Factory just tonight!)

2) penguins

3)I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Penguins]
Jared shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, pulling his hands back into his jacket and plucking at the edge of the sleeves. "Come on, Jensen," he whines. His eyes get wide and shiny. "There are dancing, singing penguins. Who doesn't want to see that movie?"

Lyrics

[broken-bees.livejournal.com]

Some girls wanna hold your hand
And some girls like to pray
Well my girl takes her drinks
With dust and rusty razor blades

Re: Lyrics

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[With dust and rusty razor blades]
Sam knew a girl in eleventh grade. She was the only one who would talk to him at that school after the fight he'd gotten into with the football team. He'd thought she was beautiful in a sort of broken way, bold red slashes across her wrists, her dark hair falling in her eyes. "Please don't," he'd whispered once, wrapping his fingers around her arms.

[inderpal.livejournal.com]

Whee! Prompts! Hope I'm not too late.

many stolen moments

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Many stolen moments]
For all the time they spend together every day, it's still hard to find even a minute for just the two of them. Sometimes, Jared will just get fed up with it all and yank Jensen into the wardrobe trailer for a heavy make-out session. If Janie ever notices the bites on the side of Jared's neck when they have their make-up reapplied after, she never says a thing.

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Okay, since you're pestering me, I'll throw in some more prompts. TWENTY this time. *cracks whip!*

Words

#1: Candlesticks.
#2: Dark Chocolate Pecan Cookies.
#3: Tweezers.
#4: Spearmint Chewing Gum.
#5: Ass-whooping.
#6: Santa's Little Helper.
#7: LiveJournal
#8: Jasmine.
#9: Eyeliner.
#10: Puppy.

Sentences

#1: "Hold up, gotta check my mail!"
#2: "Don't. Just... Don't."
#3: "Pass the honey, honey."
#4: "I'm allergic to chili."
#5: "Wanna play some Doom3?"
#6: "Tequila. No Salt. No Lemon. I'm not a girl."
#7: "Ride me like a horse of Rohan."
#8: "I hate that fucking song."
#9: "Press 1 to leave a message."
#10: "Happy New Year."

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother.

[castiel.livejournal.com]

Hi! I've been lurking about your journal for a while, a bit too timid to comment, but I figure I might as well, because I've been in love with your writing for a while and you seem to be made of awesome as well. I don't normally go about people's journals randomly like this, but I hope you don't mind if I friend you and all that jazz.

Also, I was wondering if it'd be okay to steal this little fic prompt challenge to post up on my journal as I'm doing my best right now to procrastinate and not do my homework and this would be perfect. >>

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*flaps* Of course I don't mind if you friend me and take the meme! I'll friend you right back! And, seriously, you are completely welcome, honey, no need to ever be shy in my journal. As you've probably figured, I am...well, I'm less than graceful. :D

*great big hug*