Little writing
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acquiescence1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (RPF)
2. Artie Abrams (Glee)
3. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (Star Trek)
4. Misha Collins (RPF)
5. Jensen Ackles (RPF)
6. Sirius Black (Harry Potter)
7. Sam Winchester (SPN)
8. John Mitchell (Being Human)
9. Edward Cullen (Twilight) - yes really
10. George Sands (Being Human)
First Time, 4 and 6 (Misha/Sirius)
"So is it true you can turn into a dog?" The question was and idle one, but Sirius had heard that tone before.
"Yep."
"Maybe you want to show me?"
Angst, 7 (Sammy) - this doesn't hardly seem fair does it?
Sam pulled at his hair, sitting up on the side of his bed in the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep - all he could see was that face, whenever he closed his eyes it was there.
How was he supposed to bear this?
He couldn’t do this, couldn’t be the vessel, couldn’t save the world, save Dean. It was all too much, and he couldn’t do it.
AU, 1 and 8 (Jeff and Mitchell)
Jeff exhaled slowly passing the joint to the man who was lounging beside him, eyebrows raised as he cast a doubtful look in his direction.
"So the first world war?" He asked dubiously.
"Yeah, it's wasn't nearly as fun as they tried to tell us it would be."
"No, I'd imagine not."
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Bones/Sirius/Edward)
"I am too god damn old to be dealing with this shit." Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose after he'd walked in on the two younger men, who had through some twist of physics ended up on the Enterprise, going at it in his med bay.
He looked at the hypospray in his hand, it would be a waste. And sighing he pulled off his shirt to join them.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Jensen and George)
"This isn't really something I do." Finding a naked man in his backyard was definitely not in his job description.
"Please?" George just needed a warm shower, maybe several asprin and some clothes; he'd be alright really.
Crack, 1 (Jeff)
"Where the hell am I? And why the fuck to you all keep calling me Sir?"
Jeff didn't know what to make of this place filled with pink sparkles and angel peen, and frankly the ring of women that surrounded him were starting to scare him.
Horror, 10 (George)
The bones twisted and crunched beneath his skin, contorting into shapes that were wrong. He howled with the pain of it, as his bones pulled beneath his skin that was too small for him suddenly, he'd be ripped apart.
George knew it and he cried out for it, his head tossed back as he howled toward at the moon full above his head.
Baby Fic, 5 and 9 (Jensen and Edward)
"So, she's hot." Jensen nodded towards one of the many young women dancing.
The young man sitting next to him, who didn't even look old enough to be in this sort of place to begin with, looked less than impressed with his comment. Edward would never get used to this sort of thing - Renessme may have looked like she was in her twenties but she would always be his baby girl
Dark, 2 and 8 (Artie and Mitchell)
"They're really coming?" Artie asked, gripping the arms of his chair like he wished he wasn't stuck in it right then.
"Yeah, they'll be here soon enough." Mitchell tried to ignore the obviously anxious look on the boy in front of him. He gripped the stake tightly they'd be coming soon.
"It'll be alright won't it?"
"I don't know."
Romance, 4 and 7 (Misha/Sam)
"You could stay."
Sam stopped, he'd been ready to leave. "Stay?"
"Yes, if you wanted."
If he wanted, he'd never gotten the things he wanted, it wasn't safe - but maybe for one night. He closed the door and turned fingers curling themselves around Misha's cheek as he brought their lips together.
Death Fic, 2 and 3 (Artie and Bones)
"What the hell are you doing here, this is space this isn't some playground." Bones wasn't even trying to keep his temper down now. Not after the mess his med bay had become, they hadn't been prepared for the attack.
Artie held himself, arms wrapped tight around his torso, not even aware of the blood on his face and clothes - what was left of the group that had beamed down to the planet.
"Look at me." Bones' voice was gruff, but the sure hands of the Doctor on his were a reminder that he was still alive - when so many other weren't.
2. Write a fic of fifty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (RPF)
2. Artie Abrams (Glee)
3. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (Star Trek)
4. Misha Collins (RPF)
5. Jensen Ackles (RPF)
6. Sirius Black (Harry Potter)
7. Sam Winchester (SPN)
8. John Mitchell (Being Human)
9. Edward Cullen (Twilight) - yes really
10. George Sands (Being Human)
First Time, 4 and 6 (Misha/Sirius)
"So is it true you can turn into a dog?" The question was and idle one, but Sirius had heard that tone before.
"Yep."
"Maybe you want to show me?"
Angst, 7 (Sammy) - this doesn't hardly seem fair does it?
Sam pulled at his hair, sitting up on the side of his bed in the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep - all he could see was that face, whenever he closed his eyes it was there.
How was he supposed to bear this?
He couldn’t do this, couldn’t be the vessel, couldn’t save the world, save Dean. It was all too much, and he couldn’t do it.
AU, 1 and 8 (Jeff and Mitchell)
Jeff exhaled slowly passing the joint to the man who was lounging beside him, eyebrows raised as he cast a doubtful look in his direction.
"So the first world war?" He asked dubiously.
"Yeah, it's wasn't nearly as fun as they tried to tell us it would be."
"No, I'd imagine not."
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Bones/Sirius/Edward)
"I am too god damn old to be dealing with this shit." Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose after he'd walked in on the two younger men, who had through some twist of physics ended up on the Enterprise, going at it in his med bay.
He looked at the hypospray in his hand, it would be a waste. And sighing he pulled off his shirt to join them.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Jensen and George)
"This isn't really something I do." Finding a naked man in his backyard was definitely not in his job description.
"Please?" George just needed a warm shower, maybe several asprin and some clothes; he'd be alright really.
Crack, 1 (Jeff)
"Where the hell am I? And why the fuck to you all keep calling me Sir?"
Jeff didn't know what to make of this place filled with pink sparkles and angel peen, and frankly the ring of women that surrounded him were starting to scare him.
Horror, 10 (George)
The bones twisted and crunched beneath his skin, contorting into shapes that were wrong. He howled with the pain of it, as his bones pulled beneath his skin that was too small for him suddenly, he'd be ripped apart.
George knew it and he cried out for it, his head tossed back as he howled toward at the moon full above his head.
Baby Fic, 5 and 9 (Jensen and Edward)
"So, she's hot." Jensen nodded towards one of the many young women dancing.
The young man sitting next to him, who didn't even look old enough to be in this sort of place to begin with, looked less than impressed with his comment. Edward would never get used to this sort of thing - Renessme may have looked like she was in her twenties but she would always be his baby girl
Dark, 2 and 8 (Artie and Mitchell)
"They're really coming?" Artie asked, gripping the arms of his chair like he wished he wasn't stuck in it right then.
"Yeah, they'll be here soon enough." Mitchell tried to ignore the obviously anxious look on the boy in front of him. He gripped the stake tightly they'd be coming soon.
"It'll be alright won't it?"
"I don't know."
Romance, 4 and 7 (Misha/Sam)
"You could stay."
Sam stopped, he'd been ready to leave. "Stay?"
"Yes, if you wanted."
If he wanted, he'd never gotten the things he wanted, it wasn't safe - but maybe for one night. He closed the door and turned fingers curling themselves around Misha's cheek as he brought their lips together.
Death Fic, 2 and 3 (Artie and Bones)
"What the hell are you doing here, this is space this isn't some playground." Bones wasn't even trying to keep his temper down now. Not after the mess his med bay had become, they hadn't been prepared for the attack.
Artie held himself, arms wrapped tight around his torso, not even aware of the blood on his face and clothes - what was left of the group that had beamed down to the planet.
"Look at me." Bones' voice was gruff, but the sure hands of the Doctor on his were a reminder that he was still alive - when so many other weren't.
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