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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

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

You're crazy, baby. But I like that.

...I've run out of prompts. Wah.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

Maybe baby. I'm just feeling a bit dark today.

Oh noes... How about "torn", "Greenpeace", "bleak" or "stag party"?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Bleak]
Jensen never thought Jared would be the kind of person to give him the cold shoulder. Normally, he's so open and sunny, always smiling at something, but after Jensen kisses him, Jared closes up. Even during scenes, Sam can't look Dean in the eye and he keeps shying away when Dean goes to pat his shoulder. Well, Jensen figures. It's not the first time he's royally fucked up something great.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

More, more, more *makes grabby hands*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Torn]
It's an ordinary piece of paper, by all accounts, just a ripped corner of the daily news. But scribbled in red ink over the newsprint is a tiny note in Jensen's sloped handwriting. Meet me in the bathroom, it says; we need to talk. Jared's stomach stumbles over itself nervously.