Breaking the Block: Exercises in Prompt Fiction

by dixie.do.little

Drabble series based on prompts and inspired by evieeden's The Prompt Sessions. No hard and fast rules, just writing exercises to help me get past a nasty case of writers block. Primarily AU but who knows where the stories will take us. Chapter ratings will be mixed but the overall rating is a big, fat M to stay on the safe side.

1. Moves like Jagger

Timeline: Well, I've kind of blown that out of the water. Levine's smexy photo-shoot was done in 2011 (Google these pic's—for realz…I just looked again…le sigh…) and Bella was changed in 2006—and she's human in this fic. Meh, I don't think it's a big enough deal to change anything.

Rating: M for language…and socks….

Not beta'd because it's a drabble…and I wanted to post stress-free….and because it's a drabble…

Prompt: Adam Levine, Cosmo UK photo-shoot

Title: Moves like Jagger

"In other entertainment news, Adam Levine, front man for Maroon 5 and coach for the hit reality show, The Voice, took it all off for a Cosmo UK photo-shoot. These racy photos are for a new promotion advocating early detection of prostate and testicular cancer."

"Oh my," Esme whispered.

"I know, right! He is so hot." Alice giggled.

"Do you think he's wearing one of those sock things to cover his junk," Emmett asked excitedly, waggling his eyebrows and leering at Bella. "Or do you think he's free-ballin' behind that model's hands?"

"Sock things?" She asked, red-faced and confused.

"I remember when Elvis was considered vulgar." Edward interrupted, saving Bella—and everyone else—from a rather uncomfortable explanation. "He was picketed, his albums were burned, and despite his popularity, Ed Sullivan refused to let him perform in his show. Well, initially he refused, he eventually relented.

Parents and churches were in an uproar and screamed that he was corrupting morality and encouraging juvenile delinquency. And why? Because he swung and gyrated his hips when he performed. They called him an animal and a demon for moving his body. This was only in 1956! Which really wasn't too long ago. In my day—"

"In my day," Emmett parroted in a warbled and feeble voice. "Dude, that was like 60 years ago. Back in my day? What's next, Edward? Do you need to go clean your dentures? Go get your early-bird special dinner right after noon? Senior citizens discounts? Orthopedic shoes? Damn, man." Emmett rolled his eyes and turned back to Bella with a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Now Bella, lemme tell you all about cock socks..."