Baby's First Fic Meme
Woo, my first meme! Wait, unless you count comment fic memes. Woo, my first meme on my own journal! It looked like fun. In other fic news, Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake (I shouldn't be allowed to name anything, ever) is in it's final beta and will be up soon.
Stolen from scarletsherlock, who stole it from inlaterdays.
Rules:
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a ficlet of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
I cheated on the length, I'm a filthy cheater.
Warnings: This shit is like a roller coaster. Angst, happy, happy, crack, DEATH, happy, DEATH. If you want to skip the death filled ones, don't read 'Horror' or 'Dark'.
1. Castiel (Supernatural)
2. Crowley (Supernatural and Good Omens, because they are the same person in my fantasies)
3. Becky Rosen (Supernatural)
4. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
5. Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
6. Aziraphale (Good Omens)
7. Lucifer (Supernatural)
8. Chuck Shurley (Supernatural)
9. Willow Rosenburg (Buffy)
10. Andrew Wells (Buffy)
Angst, 2 (Crowley)
Crowley doesn't like to work with Castiel, not even a little. He knows the signs of an angel on their last wings, seconds from the fall. He remembers.
AU, 1 and 9 (Castiel, Willow)
Dean squints at the woman across the street, turning back to Cas quickly when she looks their way. “Is the red hair an angel thing? Do all the fallen ones get that?”
“No.” Castiel is staring at her openly, with his usual intensity. “Her similarities to Anna are a coincidence only. I'm not even certain that she can hear the 'angel radio'. But, if she can, her help would be invaluable.”
“True. So, what's our approach? Lie like dogs or tell her the truth and run while she's calling the cops?”
“I'm uncertain, but we had best decide fast.”
“Why?”
“Because she's coming this way.”
Threesome, 8, 4 and 10 (Chuck, Sam, Andrew)
Sam flopped back on the bed, sweaty and boneless. The two smaller men, equally boneless, slumped down on either side of him.
“So Becky was really okay with this?” Sam said after he managed to catch his breath.
Chuck lifted his head up from the pillow, half-asleep already. “Uh huh, her idea. She said-” He yawned, jaw cracking, “-said I should get into her head or something.”
“Yeah, but why with hi... um... with three of us?” He glanced over at the other man, Andrew something, and tried to think through the hazy afterglow.
“Said it was... closest she could get... being here herself...” Chuck mumbled as he shifted his shoulders against the sheets in a tired imitation of a shrug.
Sam, moments from nodding off himself, jerked at the feel of Andrew's hand caressing his chest.
“You're so firm, like a young Ricardo Montalban.”
Hurt/Comfort, 3 and 6 (Becky, Aziraphale)
“Um. Young lady. Could you... could you not do what you're doing?”
“But you're hurt! I'm fixing your feathers. They're so soft and silky. Are they sensitive? Ohhh, are they an angel erogenous zone? Is this like foreplay? Because I saw that demon touching them earlier. His eyes are so awesome, like deep amber pools. Is his tongue really forked? It looked f- Ow! You... you hit me with your wings.”
“Yes, well. It's a reflex. I did ask you to stop touching them.”
Crack, 2 (Crowley)
“Oh, my dear.” Aziraphale covers his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. It's just not done, laughing at a friend when they're in pain. “What have they done to you?”
Crowley grumbles from his place against the wall. He would look much sharper if he could lean artfully against the Bentley, but... well.
“Punishment. It's called a Segway.”
Horror, 5 (Dean)
Dean's first breath of freedom fills his lungs like a bright winter morning. Michael's gone. Gone! And he's alive and not a vegetable and they fucking won and...
At his feet, a body he's known since its squalling birth. To the right, a tan colored lump and two fanning scorch marks.
Dean's first breath of freedom makes him wish it was his last.
Baby fic, 7 and 9 (Lucifer, Willow)
Willow stares at the rough looking man in front of her. “You want me to what?”
He sighs, repeating himself as if reading from a cue card. “Be the bearer of the vessel by which I shall bring down the very Heavens themselves.”
“Like... Rosemary's baby?” She frowns. It's a hard thing to wrap your head around.
“No, my vessel, it's- Look, Plan A fell through and I'm under a bit of a time constraint here. Would it be possible for me to explain later?”
“But... I'm gay.”
Dark, 8 and 3 (Chuck, Becky)
Dean makes him do it. Says it's his duty because he loves her. Says she would want him to do it. She would trust him to.
“Not her, man. Just a Croat.”
Chuck is a horrible shot, barely glancing her skull with the first bullet, and it takes two more to put her down for good.
Romance, 5 and 4 (Sam, Dean)
---Then---
“Dean! Dean. Dean. Dean.”
“For fuck sake, what?”
“... My gym teacher says swearing is a crutch of the uneducated.”
“Tell your gym teacher to eat shit. What?”
“I made you something. Mrs. Richards said we're supposed to give them to people we love. I made Dad one, too, for when he comes back.”
“... You're kidding, right? I'm not taking that.”
“But... I made it for you... ”
“It's a Valentine. They're for girls.”
“No they're not! Jenny Maple gave me one.”
“Yeah, 'cause you're a girl.”
“...”
“Christ, stop making that face. Give it here. And don't tell anybody you gave me one, okay?”
---Now---
“Don't- Sam, you're gonna rip it!”
“Oh come on! It's so pink, she must loooove y- wait, is this... Dean, you kept this?”
“... Shut up.”
Stolen from scarletsherlock, who stole it from inlaterdays.
Rules:
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a ficlet of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
I cheated on the length, I'm a filthy cheater.
Warnings: This shit is like a roller coaster. Angst, happy, happy, crack, DEATH, happy, DEATH. If you want to skip the death filled ones, don't read 'Horror' or 'Dark'.
1. Castiel (Supernatural)
2. Crowley (Supernatural and Good Omens, because they are the same person in my fantasies)
3. Becky Rosen (Supernatural)
4. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
5. Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
6. Aziraphale (Good Omens)
7. Lucifer (Supernatural)
8. Chuck Shurley (Supernatural)
9. Willow Rosenburg (Buffy)
10. Andrew Wells (Buffy)
Angst, 2 (Crowley)
Crowley doesn't like to work with Castiel, not even a little. He knows the signs of an angel on their last wings, seconds from the fall. He remembers.
AU, 1 and 9 (Castiel, Willow)
Dean squints at the woman across the street, turning back to Cas quickly when she looks their way. “Is the red hair an angel thing? Do all the fallen ones get that?”
“No.” Castiel is staring at her openly, with his usual intensity. “Her similarities to Anna are a coincidence only. I'm not even certain that she can hear the 'angel radio'. But, if she can, her help would be invaluable.”
“True. So, what's our approach? Lie like dogs or tell her the truth and run while she's calling the cops?”
“I'm uncertain, but we had best decide fast.”
“Why?”
“Because she's coming this way.”
Threesome, 8, 4 and 10 (Chuck, Sam, Andrew)
Sam flopped back on the bed, sweaty and boneless. The two smaller men, equally boneless, slumped down on either side of him.
“So Becky was really okay with this?” Sam said after he managed to catch his breath.
Chuck lifted his head up from the pillow, half-asleep already. “Uh huh, her idea. She said-” He yawned, jaw cracking, “-said I should get into her head or something.”
“Yeah, but why with hi... um... with three of us?” He glanced over at the other man, Andrew something, and tried to think through the hazy afterglow.
“Said it was... closest she could get... being here herself...” Chuck mumbled as he shifted his shoulders against the sheets in a tired imitation of a shrug.
Sam, moments from nodding off himself, jerked at the feel of Andrew's hand caressing his chest.
“You're so firm, like a young Ricardo Montalban.”
Hurt/Comfort, 3 and 6 (Becky, Aziraphale)
“Um. Young lady. Could you... could you not do what you're doing?”
“But you're hurt! I'm fixing your feathers. They're so soft and silky. Are they sensitive? Ohhh, are they an angel erogenous zone? Is this like foreplay? Because I saw that demon touching them earlier. His eyes are so awesome, like deep amber pools. Is his tongue really forked? It looked f- Ow! You... you hit me with your wings.”
“Yes, well. It's a reflex. I did ask you to stop touching them.”
Crack, 2 (Crowley)
“Oh, my dear.” Aziraphale covers his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. It's just not done, laughing at a friend when they're in pain. “What have they done to you?”
Crowley grumbles from his place against the wall. He would look much sharper if he could lean artfully against the Bentley, but... well.
“Punishment. It's called a Segway.”
Horror, 5 (Dean)
Dean's first breath of freedom fills his lungs like a bright winter morning. Michael's gone. Gone! And he's alive and not a vegetable and they fucking won and...
At his feet, a body he's known since its squalling birth. To the right, a tan colored lump and two fanning scorch marks.
Dean's first breath of freedom makes him wish it was his last.
Baby fic, 7 and 9 (Lucifer, Willow)
Willow stares at the rough looking man in front of her. “You want me to what?”
He sighs, repeating himself as if reading from a cue card. “Be the bearer of the vessel by which I shall bring down the very Heavens themselves.”
“Like... Rosemary's baby?” She frowns. It's a hard thing to wrap your head around.
“No, my vessel, it's- Look, Plan A fell through and I'm under a bit of a time constraint here. Would it be possible for me to explain later?”
“But... I'm gay.”
Dark, 8 and 3 (Chuck, Becky)
Dean makes him do it. Says it's his duty because he loves her. Says she would want him to do it. She would trust him to.
“Not her, man. Just a Croat.”
Chuck is a horrible shot, barely glancing her skull with the first bullet, and it takes two more to put her down for good.
Romance, 5 and 4 (Sam, Dean)
---Then---
“Dean! Dean. Dean. Dean.”
“For fuck sake, what?”
“... My gym teacher says swearing is a crutch of the uneducated.”
“Tell your gym teacher to eat shit. What?”
“I made you something. Mrs. Richards said we're supposed to give them to people we love. I made Dad one, too, for when he comes back.”
“... You're kidding, right? I'm not taking that.”
“But... I made it for you... ”
“It's a Valentine. They're for girls.”
“No they're not! Jenny Maple gave me one.”
“Yeah, 'cause you're a girl.”
“...”
“Christ, stop making that face. Give it here. And don't tell anybody you gave me one, okay?”
---Now---
“Don't- Sam, you're gonna rip it!”
“Oh come on! It's so pink, she must loooove y- wait, is this... Dean, you kept this?”
“... Shut up.”