I present to you a meme that I stole from
de_nugis.
Give me three words and, if you wish, a character or pairing, and I will write a drabble incorporating those three words.
For example: "[Sam/Dean]: limpet, interfere, irresponsible."
I'll do as many as I can, and y'all can make suggestions from any of the fandoms I've written for (SPN, BBC Sherlock, Angel the Series/BtVS, Teen Wolf). Please feel free to request slash or gen, I can do slash for most pairings but if I can't, I'll do gen.
Also, I use the traditional definition of a drabble as a fic that is exactly 100 words.
Go for it! I've gotta get the writing going again if I'm ever gonna finish this damn Sastiel BB.
UPDATE - Okay, I've done 9 and waiting for details for one more, I think that's about it for me. Thank you so much for the cool prompts!!!!
Give me three words and, if you wish, a character or pairing, and I will write a drabble incorporating those three words.
For example: "[Sam/Dean]: limpet, interfere, irresponsible."
I'll do as many as I can, and y'all can make suggestions from any of the fandoms I've written for (SPN, BBC Sherlock, Angel the Series/BtVS, Teen Wolf). Please feel free to request slash or gen, I can do slash for most pairings but if I can't, I'll do gen.
Also, I use the traditional definition of a drabble as a fic that is exactly 100 words.
Go for it! I've gotta get the writing going again if I'm ever gonna finish this damn Sastiel BB.
UPDATE - Okay, I've done 9 and waiting for details for one more, I think that's about it for me. Thank you so much for the cool prompts!!!!
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Date: 2013-07-13 06:35 am (UTC)[Sam/Dean]: tequila, truth or dare (I hope that counts as just one word), feather
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Date: 2013-07-13 10:22 pm (UTC)Why was Dean laughing so loud? “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohmygod so loud, fuck…”
“Quit your whining, feather-weight. It wasn’t my idea to play truth or dare with those chicks at the bar, so suck it up.”
Sam was fairly certain it had been Dean’s idea.
Either way, Sam and tequila were officially BROKEN UP. For good.
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Date: 2013-07-13 11:38 pm (UTC)I'll bet Dean would be the worst hangover companion ever. Not even getting to stare at that pretty face would make up for how cruel he'd be.
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Date: 2013-07-13 10:47 am (UTC)Also? Sherlock (no pairing), coffee machine, listlessly, yellow :))
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Date: 2013-07-14 04:45 am (UTC)Sherlock stared listlessly at nothing in particular; he was certainly on the verge of falling asleep for ten hours after coming down from the high of the chase.
John left the bag of sandwiches in the kitchen and walked over to drop a blanket on Sherlock’s chest. “I skipped the coffee machine, no caffeine for you.”
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Date: 2013-07-14 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 12:24 pm (UTC)although, I am sure I would have enjoyed anything you came up with!
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Date: 2013-07-14 01:51 pm (UTC)“Those trees talking to you, Sammy?”
Adjusting his glasses (which he’d finally gotten used to wearing after almost a year of pestering by Dean), he replied, “Nah, just kinda zoned out.” Sam scooted in close and pressed a few kisses to Dean’s neck. “Nice day today, the wind is dying down some and it’s not so cold. I wanna stay out here.”
Dean, of course, reached for Sam’s hand and stayed right by his side.
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:06 pm (UTC)This is fun! I hope this helps with the writing! Thanks!
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Date: 2013-07-14 04:57 am (UTC)Sherlock sighed and gave John the look that clearly meant all I hear from you is useless blather, but he leaned in and kissed him breathless anyway.
“You say these things because you feel obligated, John, but you know you’re as hedonistic as I am when it comes to all the excitement and danger of the job.”
John couldn’t argue, really.
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Date: 2013-07-14 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 08:16 pm (UTC)Love,
Robin
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Date: 2013-07-14 05:11 am (UTC)On a regular basis, they kept the bunker tidy, clean even, mostly because (surprisingly) Dean was a total neat freak once he got settled in. But today – it looked like a freaking tornado had come through the living room, gone down the hall and ended up right in their bedroom.
He found Dean rooting through a scattered pile of magazines next to Sam’s side of the bed.
Looking up at Sam, he asked, “Did you throw out Cooking Light from August? I can’t find it anywhere!”
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Date: 2013-07-14 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 06:04 pm (UTC)Excellent job!
Love,
Robin
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Date: 2013-07-13 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 05:32 am (UTC)“We’re almost in Atlanta, why don’t we stop for today? Get a nice cool motel?” Sounded reasonable to Sam (and promising), but Dean was still pouting.
“Dude, what the hell?”, Sam asked, throwing his Hello Kitty Happy Meal toy at Dean.
“You think I don’t remember that girl, Sam?”
“Come on! If I threw a tantrum in every town where some girl had flirted with you, we’d never be able to sleep anywhere.”
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Date: 2013-07-14 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 05:59 am (UTC)“Hey Sammy, I got everything we need, and all the stuff you asked for. Even found you a real Coke in a glass bottle, I know you hate the fountain ones. Just let me take care of this blister. I’ll make it quick, I swear.”
Sam closed his eyes. “I’m never riding a horse again. You’re the one with the old West fetish, anyway. And fucking be careful when you’ve got a needle that close to my package, jerk.”
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Date: 2013-07-14 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 06:14 am (UTC)For once, he found himself grateful for Sam’s long untamed mane of hair. He probably would have looked a whole lot worse if it was short, or God forbid it started falling out.
Sam was determined to finish these trials, though, so Dean could only try to help him keep standing.
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Date: 2013-07-14 06:43 am (UTC)Hey do you mind if I prompt one more? This just came to me. You don't have to fill if you don't want to tho.
Sam & Dean: wonder, photo(s), hug
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Date: 2013-07-14 08:07 am (UTC)There was a whole stack of letters – Sam decided it’d be better to wonder who they were to or from rather than read them. Even with Bobby gone, it felt like spying.
And underneath, photos. Wedding pictures. Old shots of Bobby with Rufus and other hunters. One candid snapshot of John Winchester on his knees, pulling Dean and Sam into his arms for what was probably a goodbye hug. Sam kept that one.
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Date: 2013-07-14 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-13 11:21 pm (UTC)chocolate milk, comfort, twilight
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Date: 2013-07-14 06:43 am (UTC)They’d all tried in different ways; Dean, Kevin, Sam…there just wasn’t really any surefire method to comfort Castiel after he’d been tricked, lied to, robbed of his grace and cut off from his home.
Sitting down next to him, Sam offered his friend a glass of chocolate milk and a strong shoulder where he could rest his head and shed silent tears for things lost and things found.
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Date: 2013-07-14 06:08 pm (UTC)Baby, short-changed, stripper
Love,
Robin
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Date: 2013-07-18 05:47 am (UTC)Dean and Meg were back at their own home. Obviously, they were both exhausted, what with the 16 hours of labor and 48 more hours of hospital observation, but the baby was colicky and neither of her parents could sleep.
Due to sleep-deprived delirium, Meg was rambling about how they needed to start a tuition account so the kid didn’t get short-changed when it came time for her to get a college education.
Dean was also not really in his right mind, but mumbled something about not wanting the girl to end up being a stripper to pay for school.
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Date: 2013-07-18 12:39 pm (UTC)Love,
Robin