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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

[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.

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

I HOPE YOUR APPLE PIE WAS FREAKING WORTH IT!

Awesome.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[True Love]
Kim really hates it when "The Princess Bride" plays on television. The crew can never get any work done with Jared and Jensen quoting the damn thing left and right. "Mawwige," Jensen starts, and Jared's already off, giggling like a little school girl. "Mawwige is what bwings us togethar today."

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

... I think I love you.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

You think? *pouts*

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. *Loves*