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[girl_wonder]

In honor of SPN day, I'm offering drabbles.

Prompt me with any character I write or someone you think I should write and I'll give you 50-200 words.

ETA: Doesn't have to be SPN fandom!

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[newredshoes]

Tyra Collette and Bobby Singer -- um, both of them eavesdropping on the same conversation? Mostly I just want Bobby and Tyra.

[girl_wonder]

Hmmm. I love the idea of them, but it's so hard!

*****

Bobby waved the waitress over and gestured for a refill, using her as an excuse to lean back a little so that he could get a better look at the man in the booth behind him.

Gray hair, in his fifties, a little thick around the middle. The scent of magic clung to him like a shadow. Even in the middle of an Applebees he had presence.

"Sure," he said, to the woman across from him. "Sure, sweetheart. Of course we can get that done. No need to go talk to get Pam involved, why don't you come by my office later tonight?"

"Sonuvabitch," Bobby said at the same time as the waitress.

He glanced up at her just as his coffee cup overflowed.

[innie_darling]

This is awesome, even with Buddy as a magician or sorcerer. Eww!

[zillah975]

Firefly, Jayne.

Btw, you just said "someone," so, erm. Do you want just a name, or more? Honestly, I'll read any Jayne you want to write. :)

[girl_wonder]

Either/or! I'm easy!

****

Jayne thought that there were better gorram uses for his gorram talent than watching crazy talk to crazier.

He tapped his finger against the butt of his rifle, eyes narrowed at the room around him. Someone trembles, and he's got his gun raised faster than he it takes for the woman to sneeze.

"Don't even think about it," he says. The woman drops the knife in her hand and River starts rambling at him about flowers or doves as she pats Jayne on the arm.

"Just get it done," he says, pointing at her. "Ain't my head you're supposed to be getting into."

[cathybites]

Dubi and Nicky. :D

[girl_wonder]

Brandon's fingers are cold, colder than the stadium after a game, colder than getting slammed to the ice (a hard smack of hot pain and then you already have to be back up so you can get hit again and again).

You want to flinch away from the chill, but instead, you lean in, let him trace that chill over your chest, across your shoulders. His lips are warm, hot, hotter than anything on yours. And then it's more, then it's biting and kissing and using your weight to push him down on the bed, using your weight like the weapon it is.

He laughs and pushes, pulls, and that move is definitely not regulation.

[cathybites]

GAH! This is delicious. The thing I love the most - and that's saying a lot because I love ALL of this - is Dubi laughing at the end because it just. It seems so like him, like them, that this is something fun and joyous between them. mmm...you so need to write more of them.

[ficwize]

Anyone X-men, please. But I'd love some Hank, if you write him, and if not, Bobby.

[girl_wonder]

He publishes four papers in a year:

Randomization and the physical results of mutation; H. McCoy; Genome Biology; June 2007

Sun Radiation Effects on Ruby Quartz; H. McCoy; Geology Today; Feb. 2007

RNA Evidence for Irregular Secondary Mutations; H. McCoy; Annual Review of Cell and Developmental Biology; October 2007

Systemically Created Others: How Corporate Greed Changed the Political Landscape for Mutants; H. McCoy; American Political Review; December 2007

In the responses to the articles he only received one of real substance:

Dear Doctor McCoy,

I read about you in the paper. They had your picture.

I am blue, too.

Sincerely,
Mike Roberts

[ficwize]

Awwwwwwwww. This is love.

Thank you so much!

[innie_darling]

Deanna Campbell! (Please.)

[girl_wonder]

EEE! I am still so excited that her name was Deanna.

She brought few things with her into the marriage:

A set of her mother's silverware, her clothes, a few pendents made of silver, an empty wallet, and four shotguns.

He had to learn how to shoot from her, his hands big on the gun, and she'd laughed when he complained of bruises. She taught him how to load the gun, how to check it, how to clean it.

His smile was amused when she explained about ghosts. He pushed hair behind her ear and nodded along, until he covered her mouth with his.

His scars were real after she took him with her to take care of a hunt that she'd meant to do before the wedding but had never gotten around to. The white bandages were real against his skin, the amazement was what made her kiss his forehead.

[innie_darling]

Oh, I really love the idea of Deanna being the one who ruled the roost, who opened Samuel's eyes to what was really going on.

(And are all Sams such pains in the ass?)