eisht: (sam to)
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It's Sam fucking Winchester's birthday. Of course I had to celebrate it with a wee drabble.

Title: Surprise
Rating: Teens and up
Description: It's May 2nd. Dean is suspiciously quiet.
Warnings: Implied drug use, tooth rotting fluff, minor spoilers for 11.19
Length:
Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*

Read more... )

eisht: (christmas wolf)
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Title : The Cost of Christmas

Rating : Gen
Characters : Connor Temple, James Lester
Disclaimer : If they were mine they would be back on our screens. Unfortunately I own nothing.
Spoilers and Warnings : None
Summary : Connor is in trouble but some sights are worth the cost. Written for the Primeval100 challenge 448, Christmas Lights.

***


Connor looked around James Lester's flat, assessing the damage with horror;

Two Wedgewood snowflake decorations, £49.90
Four reindeer and sleigh baubles, £99.80
Harrods Luxe Lodge crackers, £499.99
Bespoke holly and ivy garland, £35.30

“Sid! Nancy!” he called, at first wheedling, then desperate.

He heard the click of a lock. It was too late to run.

There was rustling, and an enthusiastic crunch, munch, coming from the pride of Lester's Christmas display, yet Connor couldn't prevent his dorky, affectionate grin;

Two naughty Diictodons in the tree, illuminated by a sparkling tangle of colourful Christmas lights: Priceless.

“Connor!”

eisht: (cupcake)
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Title:
Snack Therapy
Rating: PG-13
Description: Non-AU (but can be read either as just J2 or with the assumption that their families are 'off-screen').
After bowing out of Jibcon'15, Jared waited for Jensen to get home from AHBL. Cake is therapy- right?

Loosely follows Midnight Snacks and Forbidden Snack. *Shakes head* I may have inadvertantly created a crack drabble 'verse based on food.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fufaraw for quickly checking my Americanization.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy any time soon.
***
Home, and Texas air. It was therapeutic, but Jared needed something… someone more.

Vanilla aroma drifted in the air. Jared followed the twitch of his nose.

He spotted a glass of wine, “Drink Me!” a post-it urged. He sipped it on the way to the kitchen.

A frosted cupcake stood alone. “Eat Me!” it tempted.

It was delicious. Maybe there were more?

Jared startled as he sneaked into the pantry. “Kiss Me!” the post-it on Jensen enticed him.

Jared obeyed. He sighed happily with the slide of their lips, and slyly repurposed a post-it on himself. “Eat me!” it invited.

***
eisht: (sam to)
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Something little for Sunday. I hope it amuses. I haven't written for what seems like forever and I haven't checked in here for months (sorry). I just started on my Big Bang, and I realised that I am so, so out of practice. Words won't come and and when they do they're the wrong ones and way too many - uck. I figured it was time for a drabble.

Title: How to Brush Your Teeth
Rating: teens and up
Description: It's the old routine in a motel bathroom for Sam and Dean, or is it?
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*

***
There’s mold on the bathroom tiles and the mirror has rust spots. Sam and Dean brush their teeth together, two minutes, as always. Then, Dean crowds Sam against the counter; all hot skin and hard lines. Their kiss is minty, with insistent lips and wet tongue. Suddenly Sam realizes something is wrong.

“We have to wake up!”

“What?” Dean looks crestfallen.

They’re lying together on cold concrete in a run-down warehouse.

“Was it the kiss?” asks Dean, with furrowed brow.

“No! Stupid! It was my toothbrush. It wasn’t purple.”

They finish the kiss for real before they finish the hunt.

***
Yes I ship Sam/purple toothbrush, I ship it hard.
eisht: (cupcake)
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This popped into my head after watching the season 9 extra 'Behind the Scenes, a Fan's Perspective' and it  wasn't going to go away unless I wrote it.
.*runs and hides*

Title: The Great Escape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Douchebag!Jared/OC
Description: Crack. Set in the au of the mockumentary and won't make much sense without having seen that. "Jared says he loves him..."
Warnings: abuse (but bear with me on it)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their alter egos don't belong to me.*damn*

***
It’s abuse, that’s what it is. Jared says he loves him and his hands constantly touch him. He’s been tortured with ice and flame, dragged daily on rough ground. He’s torn apart and rearranged at Jared’s whim. When Jared’s done, Bob is locked away, ignored in eerie darkness until the next time Jared decides to use him.

He’s through! Bob makes his bid for freedom, flings himself low and slides from the trailer, before scuttling away.

Only Jensen spies him. He frowns, muttering something about rats.

“My hair!” Jared screeches in horror the next day, but Bob is long gone.

~end~
eisht: (cat)
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Title: Educating Lucifer
Rating: U (all readers)
Description: Crack. Drabble/Art.  S7. After The Born Again Identity Sam finds a scrap of paper that Hallucifer left behind. Reproduced for the DEW (drabbles every weekend) challenge at [livejournal.com profile] spn_bigpretzel for the prompts Lucifer and writing.
Since this is technically Hallucifer, there are shades of Sam in it.

Wordcount: 100
Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Unfortunately experts cannot confirm the authenticity of this document, but it sure looks like Lucifer's handwriting to me.


Silliness ahead... )
eisht: (cat)
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Happy holidays to all my readers. I have barely written a word recently so I figured I should try to give you something, however little. I tried to get chocolate eggs over the inter-waves but it just made a sticky mess of my modem ;)

Title: Bunny Trouble (SPN, Gen)
Rating: Gen
Description: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. Dean freakin' hates witches. Just a little easter bunny fluff for my readers.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Warnings: crack, big bunny fluff, a teeny tiny bit of suggestive language.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the only bunny that belongs to me is the plot bunny.

***

“Son of a bitch, Sammy! Freakin’ witches!”

Dean peered frantically into the fayre’s easter-rabbit enclosure. He lifted out the huge, brown bunny and sidled through the crowd toward the impala.

He ran fingers through soft fur. Damn but bunny-Sam was cute. His fingers stroked further – “Still a BIG boy,” Dean chuckled, as he walked into a solid wall of… Sam.

“Forgot the rosemary...” Sam said, “Er, Dean…?”

Dean looked up at his brother and back at the rabbit.

Sam’s shoulders heaved with laughter.

“Um, Happy Easter?” Dean improvised, shoving the rabbit at his brother with a grin.

eisht: (coming home wolves)
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Title: Pie in a Motel Room

Rating: G
Description: A quick glimpse of Dean on his birthday, because after 9.11 the thought of it hurt. (Gen)
Warnings: Spoiler for season 9 up to 9.11
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
Read more... )
eisht: (murdered)
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By today, I was supposed to have a Halloween challenge and a verse update written, but in the end my concentration has been shot, and not a single word has made it onto a page. *sorry*

This is my teeny, tiny offering for Halloween instead.

Title: Sam's Halloween
Rating: pg-13
Description: Sam hates Halloween. (Wincest)
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*

Sam's Halloween

Sam remembers a Halloween party with a love that was shattered.

Monsters, Samhain and demon-blood memories stain his tattered soul.

Sam hates Halloween.

But there are small compensations;

Dean caught with his hand in a candy bowl, and Dean’s sticky-toffee grin.

Dean’s happy-full groan, and the wicked gleam in his eye when Sam’s hand slides under layers to soothe his belly.

Sugar, sharp on Dean’s lips and the syrup taste of Dean’s mouth as Sam steals a kiss.

And the warm exhale of Dean’s sweet breath on Sam’s chest, as their limbs tangle together, on a messed up motel bed.
~~~
eisht: (cupcake)
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After completing two tough and dark challenges (big bang and evil!Sam) I thought a light cracky, drabble might clear my head before I return to writing some of my neglected projects. So, it's Sunday, sit down, have a coffee with cupcakes, and a 'lil bite of J2.

Title: Forbidden Snack
Rating: G
Description: Non-AU (except J2 are a couple, still living together) Jensen bakes cakes. Jared ignores his instruction not to touch.
Warnings: Um, unwise snacking, schmoop
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy cakes any time soon.
Forbidden Snack

Jared breathes the rich aroma. It's warm and sweet, vanilla, moms, and hugs.

There are sixty golden cupcakes, cooling in rows, that Jensen has baked for his charity.

Jensen waggles his finger, “Don't touch!” he grins, and walks away.

But there's another, slightly misshapen cake, to one side.

Just a sniff...a taste...

Jensen returns. He gapes at Jared, “Jared!”

Crumbs flutter like confetti, and Jared swallows – something hard.

“Did you eat it?”

Jared gives puppy eyes that widen when they see an empty ring box in Jensen's hand.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and kneels, “Will you marry me? Idiot.”
~end~
To sequel: Snack Therapy
eisht: (murdered)




So, another Becker drabble happened. He's such a distraction.

Summary: Drabble. Something came through the anomaly. Becker wants to keep it.
Characters: Captain Becker, Matt Anderson, James Lester.
Rating: U - All readers
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 100
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, the show doesn't belong to me and, as far as I am aware, none of this happened.

***

The anomaly sparkled like a halo behind Becker,“It's not fair,” he muttered. He turned wide hazel eyes on Matt.

“Oh, Jaysus!” Aw, hell, no. Matt wasn't gonna be suckered by him.

Becker stroked the intruder affectionately. “Abby and Connor got to keep Sid and Nancy, and a mammoth.”

Lester fixed Becker with his steely gaze, “Send the tank back, Becker. Churchill needs it. I am not explaining bratwurst-for- breakfast to the Queen. If you want a souvenir, bring back a Messerschmitt.”

Becker grinned, “Really?”

Lester rolled his eyes, “No, not really!”

“A Browning?”

“No!” Lester and Matt chorused.

***

eisht: (murdered)







{Note: For those waiting on updates for my J2 verses, rest assured I am still working on them (and my Big Bang). They are just kicking my ass at the moment. As for Primeval, well I've been lurking for some time and I really do owe a contribution. This little snippet of Matt/Becker wanted to be written and I thought a drabble would be a good idea. So, this is me dipping a very tentative toe into the water. It was a surprisingly quick write considering the whole exactly 100 words thing which tends to scare the crap out of me.}

Summary: Drabble. Becker is in a predicament. Matt isn't rushing to release him.
Pairings: None unless you squint, then Matt/Becker
Rating: All readers

Warnings: none
Wordcount: 100
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, the show doesn't belong to me and as far as I am aware none of this happened.

***

Guns were useless right now. Becker was trussed securely and starting to panic. Skin chafed as he struggled, until pinpricks of blood bubbled wet and warm against unforgiving bonds. He wheezed as his lungs fought the constriction of his chest.

Matt chuckled, “Stop struggling, y’idiot.”

“Easy for you to say. Hurry up,” snapped Becker.

Matt teased him with a glimpse of a spray bottle, “Well now, I was going to help, but you look so pretty all tied up.”

“Matt …,” growled Becker.

“Okay, okay!” Matt squirted weed killer liberally.

Becker sighed. Give him future predators over future triffids any day.

~~end~~

eisht: (cat)
Title: The Right Moves
Characters: Sam/Dean
Description:
Pre-series. Drabble. Dean hadn't intended for Sam's prom to end badly - in fact he wanted Sam's moves to be smooth
Warnings None.



Wordcount:100


Disclaimer:Not real and don't belong to me
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