Drabbles... free of charge.
I don’t believe in writer’s block. But even I can’t deny that my writey thing? She is broked.
So I’m going to kick her arse into gear with some drabble requests. From you guys. Request what you want. No holds barred. Any pairing, any rating, anything. I’m trying to extend myself here.
Fandoms I’m happy to write in include:
Prison Break (Duh)
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So I’m going to kick her arse into gear with some drabble requests. From you guys. Request what you want. No holds barred. Any pairing, any rating, anything. I’m trying to extend myself here.
Fandoms I’m happy to write in include:
Prison Break (Duh)
( Read more... )
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Or Robin/Marian even though I know you like Guy/Marian so that should be doubly challenging.
Or Draco/anyone-who-is-not-Hermione in anticipation of the seventh book! *EXCITEMENT*
Double-chocolate-and-fudge brownie points if you can work defenestration into it =]
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“Richard needs me!”
“He told you that personally?” she asks, not wanting to wound him… just hinder him.
“I’d be fighting for God,” Robin enthuses and she is struck with something so like pain she might actually have to admit how much their tentative betrothal means to her.
“I should suspect God is strong enough to fight for himself,” she says quietly. Not that it matters, Robin is already grinning widely, his chest a little broader and his gait a little wider, carrying him forward and away from her side.
He doesn’t notice when she falls back to drop her ribbons in the lap of the thatcher’s grubby young daughter.
Robin can fight for God. Marian does not have the heart to tell him he is needed elsewhere. One day, maybe, but not yet.
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Your writing thing is most definitely not gone
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This was great. :D I enjoyed it.
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*****“You know,” out of nowhere he is pressing up behind her whispering into her ear, “If you can’t afford it, Bell, maybe we could come to some sort of agreement ( ... )
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Of course, now I'm left wondering just what Marcus is going to suggest for more of her time :D And then Oli coming out the back, seeing him snogging Katie senseless... oh the possiblities!
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Lee/Kara - breathless, need you now or I'm going to die sex, somewhere they might get caught, but can't help themselves. :D
Marcus/Katie - lockerroom, he sneaks in and watches her in the showers, she catches him. I love that one you did where Krum and Marcus played on the same team as Katie - that verse please :D
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Ahh, I hate Dee, I'd love to see you expand this and have her find them :P Or... the gossip just get back to her and she freak out, all purple eyeshadow and pissy looks.
Ok, I'll be content - for now :D :D
Hey, are you only on msn or do you do yahoo or aim at all?
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AIM baby: becisvolatile
I'm terribly new on it. I know like... practically no one.
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There’s a woman on his sofa.
She’s lounging on his sofa and Lincoln is amazed that she even lounges with a stiff spine. Her track pants aren’t low or high. They’re comfortable without leaning towards sloth. They sit just where they’re meant to, only parting ways with her t-shirt when she shifts forward to reach for a cloth.
There’s a woman sitting on his sofa, cleaning her gun. And he isn’t so much alarmed by the gun as he is turned on by the idea of a woman. On his sofa.
“Anyway,” he continues with the story that five minutes ago seemed charming, but is fast going to hell, “They have these waitresses that lie back and put tequila in their belly buttons and hold a lime wedge between their-”
She throws down the cloth and smacks the barrel back against the butt with a loud click, her eyebrow shifts towards her hairline as she lifts her eyes to his.
“Between their what?” Jane asks as she sets aside her gun and slumps toward him.
On his sofa.
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