certainthings

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

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.

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!

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?"

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.

[lies and fc]

Sam Winchester. Sam Walker.
A conversation in Tree Hill.


Not my characters.

* * *


She's had a fight with Brooke. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made her way to the diner.
He's had a fight with Dean. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made his way to the diner.

She sits down at the counter. Orders a coffee. Thinks about ordering a slice of pie.
He sits down next to her in the only empty chair. Orders a coffee. Adds a slice of pie to his order.

You're not from 'round here. She says.
Just passing through. He replies.

Sam. She says.
Sam. He says.

They smile.

What brings you to Tree Hill? She asks.
Road trip with Dean. He says.

She raises an eyebrow.
Brother. He lets her know.

Where is he?
Being a dick.

Brooke would probably give him a run for his money.
He raises an eyebrow.

Foster mom. She lets him know.

He slides half his pie over her way.
She smiles. Reaches for a plastic fork.

I had a brother once ... No, he was more like a boyfriend. He kissed me once. Twice.
I kissed my brother once. He says quietly.

She pauses before asking. Did he kiss you back?
Several times.

And he's like your brother brother?
Yeah.

Oh.
Yeah.

Guess kissing Jack wasn't so bad after all. She teases a little.
Not if you love them.

Title: It's Been
Characters: Sam, Dean, others [gen]
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If you think I own them, you're an idiot.
AN: Contains a casting spoiler. The one that's been going around for awhile now. No other spoilers though.


It's been ...

Three months and Dean's still in hell.
- The pain is something one can never get used to.
- Given enough time one can get used to anything.
- Time heals all wounds.
- He's got nothing but time.

Three months and Sam's going through the motions.
- He eats. He sleeps. He exists. Barely.
- He's almost given up, almost.
- "As long as one heart still holds on then hope is never really gone."
- "What is Hell but the total absence of hope?"
- He can't give up.

Three months and Bobby's barely keeping it all together.
- He's tried to find a loop hole.
- He's phoned and emailed and faxed all his contacts.
- Some he hasn't spoken to in years. They all tell him the same thing.
- There's nothing.
- He hasn't told Sam yet.

Three months and Ruby's dragged back down.
- Or maybe she's just skipped town.
- She'd been ignoring Sam for weeks.
- Maybe she's scared. Maybe she's bored.
- There's always a maybe. Either way, she's gone.
- Sam doesn't care if she comes back. She was useless.

Four months and Sam's eyes flash black.
- Dean's not coming out, he's sure of that now.
- He's going in, this he's positive of.
- Bobby's afraid. For him or of him, he isn't sure.
- It'll be okay soon.

I was being really lame today and reading over some of my drabbles and there was one or probably more than one with lines stolen from other shows. So I thought to myself, 'What other shows can I steal a line from and insert it into a drabble? But uh, I don't seem to have any drabbling ability so there's just an extra fictional conversation.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't know what's going to happen to anyone in the season finale.

Ruby: [standing in the doorway of the motel room] Time's up, Dean.

Dean: Ruby? Why? ... What?

Ruby: It's been a year. Grab your bag, princess.

Sam: You. You're the one taking my brother to hell?

Ruby: Looks like.

Sam: This was the plan all along wasn't it?

Ruby: We've all got a job to do, Sam.

//Sam rushes toward Ruby but Dean stops him//

Dean: Can I have a moment alone with him?

Ruby: [checks her watch] Yeah, we've got a couple of minutes.

//Dean and Sam say their goodbyes//

Ruby: I'll be seeing you around, Sammy.

Sam: I'll get my brother back, you bitch.

Ruby: Let it go, Sam. It's over.

Sam: [yells] It is not over! You're over!




*Sam and Dean's goodbye can be whatever you would like it to be.

Title: n/a
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam and Dean
Disclaimer: My name is not Kripke
Author's Notes: Is there some sort of rule written in stone that says that drabbles have to be 100 words? Because they should change that - mostly because this goes three words over.
Author's Notes Again: Unbeta'd.

They're eating doughnuts - Boston creme and jelly filled - it was Dean's choice though Sam did offer to buy him a cake, said that he'd even get one like Ben had.

"Do you think Hell has parties?"

"What?"

"I'll be turning 30 next year, dude. I want a party."

Sam's silent for a moment processing what Dean's said. "You want Hell, the place that houses the demons that we fight, the ones that killed Mom, Dad, Jess and ... You want them to throw you a party?"

"I dunno. Maybe. It's a big year, Sam."

"Maybe they'll flog you."

Dean snorts - a small smile on his face. "Maybe."