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Okay, so, at the prodding of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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!
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!
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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.
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