certainthings

I wrote a drabble today. That's pretty neat. Just a little cheesy fluff piece featuring Harry and Louis. But still. I wroted. :)

i wrote a thing! it's not good. (it never is) but hey, i started and finished something.

*pats self on back*

title: that's really distracting
pairing: niall/zayn
word count: 100+
rating: pg
disclaimer: I don't own people
warning: very little punctuation
summary: niall is playing the guitar


He strums a few chords, hums a few lines from their new song.
You know, that's really distracting.
Zayn smiles. Acts innocent. What is?
Looking at me like that.
Like what exactly he asks as he climbs onto Niall's lap.
Like you want to devour me.
Maybe I do.
Don't think I'd taste all that good.
He leans forward and bites the tip of Niall's nose. Nope, you're wrong.
Niall laughs. You know, I still have to practice and I can't really play with you sitting there.

Don't care. Just wanna kiss you now.
I'm blaming you if I mess up when we're recording.
Zayn moves the guitar from between them. Niall?
Yes?
Shut up.

Sam and Dean have just killed a monster. They're about to leave, going to go find the nearest bar but The Girls insist that they stay for cheesecake.

Dorothy: What the hell was that?
Dean: A Glimick demon. They prey on uh, ...
Blanche: [smiles at Dean and leans in a bit] Yes?
Sam: Older woman.
Dean: I was going to say, women with experience.
Blanche: If it's experience you're looking for, honey. I've got it.
Sophia: She's got more notches on her belt than Wilt Chamberlain.
Dorothy: Mom!
Sophia: They're old enough to be your grandsons.
Rose: Back in St. Olaf, I dated a vampire once.
Sam: You dated a vampire?
Rose: Well, he never wanted to go out during the day and he really liked biting me.
Blanche: Oh, sweetie. I've had plenty of guys like that.
Rose: He also liked drinking blood.
Dorothy: What?!?!


#disclaimer #notmine

There is a prompt drabble challenge extravganza going on over at teenwolf_slash here.

And so far I've written a couple silly Derek/Stiles drabbles or well, a drabble and a fictional conversation.

I feel good about this because a) I've been wanting to write something for awhile now (and when I say "write" I mean my silly little things that I write and not like an epic story) and b) people are replying which for me is almost always surprising and lovely

Come join the fun!

Do it! Do it now!

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I miss the days when there was a convention and my flist would be FLOODED with pictures of Jared and Jensen. There was a convention this weekend and my flist is DRY! Or, some expression of words that implies that there are no new pictures of Jared and Jensen. Jesus Christ, people!

*over dramatic cry*

I still really enjoy looking at Jared and Jensen.

Are people not going to Conventions? Not taking pictures? Not sharing them?

I don't understand!

Title: [I don't have one]
Author: Well, that would be me.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Hmm, well. Sam and Dean have a casual brothers with benefits kind of relationship but this is mostly Sam/OFC ... sorta.
Disclaimer: I don't even think that Helen Keller would believe that I was Kripke. Course, she's dead so she couldn't argue with me that I wasn't. Hmm.
Author's Notes: I don't write often and I don't write that well when I do. I'd like to use this space to give an honest and sappy heartfelt "thank you." to those few who read these silly little things.

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Moments in Fictitious Time. (This story is complete. It's partly narrated. Partly not. Imagination is needed.)

Jared is fourteen. Jensen is sixteen.
Bestfriends for years, maybe boyfriends for a few months.

[After Jensen had kissed Jared for the first time - panicking when Jared took a moment to kiss him back, Jared looked at  Jensen and in a mock southern belle voice had asked, 'Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend, now?' Jensen smiled,  punched Jared in the shoulder and told him, 'Only, if you're the girl. Asshole.']

In a week, give or take a day or two, Jensen will be moving to another state, one that is far far away from where he is currently living with his mom, dad, brother and sister.

Oh, I should mention that at the moment they're in Texas - unless of course you have something against Texas then please relocate them to another state that you enjoy and/or are familiar with.

Right now, Jared and Jensen are outside in Jared's parents backyard. The sky is blue, the sun is hot. They're laying on their backs holding hands.

"You're never going to forget me, Jensen Ackles." Jared informs Jensen.

"That sounds kind of creepy ... Jared Padalecki."

Jared turns his head toward Jensen. "You won't, right? I mean we're ... This is ... Do you really have to move?"

Jensen props himself up on his elbows and leans over to kiss Jared on the forehead. "This is and we're totally ... yeah. But if... If not. We'll always be best friends."

"You'll write, right?"

"Boy Scouts, honour." Jensen salutes.

"You were never a Boy Scout."

"Yeah, but I wanted to be."

[Now, if you could imagine time passing, tearful goodbyes full of kisses and promises that would help move this along.]

The first week, Jensen and Jared exchange letters every day or sometimes every other day depending on how the post is.

On Saturday, Jared's letter ends with, "ps. We have phones, you know we could text."

Jared texts - Where's the romance in that? -

On Tuesday Jared comes home from his part-time job that he got for the summer, to a rather impressive boquet of flowers  with a note attached that reads, "This romantic enough for you, dick?"

If anyone had been around Jared would have denied his girlish giggle and happy sigh, but lucky for him the house was  empty. Still he eyed the dogs as he walked up the stairs to his room. "Not a word." He tells them. Being dogs they look at him with confused expressions, hoping for food.

- Dork -

- Got the flowers huh? -

- I always knew you were a giant romantic sap -

- And I always knew you were a giant girl -

- I love you -

Jared answers his phone before the first ring has finished. "You love me?"

"I've loved you for years, you're my best friend."

"Oh, I thought that ... Nevermind, what I thought."

"You're an idiot."

"Gosh, thanks."

"Jensen."

"Jared."

"I really do love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

[And here, if you could imagine a month or so passing by. More letters, more texts. A few phone calls. Jared at his job - maybe he mows lawns and walks dogs. And to be honest, I'm not really sure what Jensen is doing during this time.  Perhaps he's getting used to the new house, the new neighborhood. Maybe he meets Christian and makes a new friend.]

Nine a.m. on a Saturday morning a sleepy Jensen answers the door to a smirking Jared. Jared grabs a shocked Jensen and kisses him breathless. "This is way more romantic."

"What? How?" Jensen's brain is slowly catching up.

"Well, see Jensen, how romance works is ..."

"I meant, how are you here?" Jensen interrupts.

"I saved my money and mom helped a little. It's just for a couple of days. Uh, your parents will let me stay here, right?"

Title: It might mean everything.
Author: I wrote this pack of lies
Details: PG. And in my reality it's always about Sam and Dean.
Disclaimer: See above : mentioned lies, pack of.
Notes: I can't write descriptions and I love ellipses way to much.

Castiel: Dean, the world is ending and Sam's Lucifer we don't really have time to play games.
Dean: Dammit, Cas. Just shut up and put on the wig. Take off the trench coat as well.
Castiel: I don't understand why you're dressing me up to look like Sam, this isn't going to help him.
Dean: I can't ... I can't kiss you when you look like you.
Castiel: You can't kiss me at all!
Dean: I swear to God, Cas ...
Castiel: Swearing to God isn't going to do anything, Dean. You know that.( ..Collapse )

Sam and Dean through the years.
Dean was always good at saying "No." to Sam


Sam: Can I have a cookie, Dean?
Dean: It's bed time, Sammy. No.

Sam: Tell me about Mom.
Dean: Not now, Sam. Maybe when you're older.

Sam: You won't admit it but you're going to miss me, jerk.
Dean: Bite me, bitch. I'm not going to miss you for a second.

Sam: Do you want me to stop?
Dean: Nnnngh ... no. You stop and I'll make sure I come in your eye.

Title: Saying Yes
Rating: G
Pairing:[Gen] Sam and Lucifer
Disclaimer: fic tion / the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining
Author's Note: "I will never lie to you, and I will never trick you, but you will say yes to me."

First:
Sam? Please, Sam. We both need this. You need this just as much as I do.
Begging? Seriously? And what I need is for you to leave me alone.

Second:
I want you to want me. I need you to need me ...
You're serenading me? For real? Jesus Christ!

Third:
The world would be yours. Anything you've ever wanted could be yours.
I don't need anything at that price.

Fourth:
He will die you know.
What?
When Dean says yes to Michael, when Michael's through with him he will die.
You're lying.
I told you, Sam. I'll never lie to you. You could stop him. Save him.
How?
Be my vessel and I'll show you.