Request a drabble

[ninamazing]

I'm feeling like shit. Request a drabble from me and make me feel better!

Give me fandom, pairing, prompt, whatever -- and I'll give you fic. Call it a Thanksgiving gift. And Canadians (and others), you may call it a your-country-is-awesome gift.

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[ninamazing]

*huggles back* I JUST LOVE YOU, DARLING.

I still very much owe you this drabble (your prompts are so freaking awesome ♥), but I just wanted to let you know that during the LJ comment notification suck time, I wrote you another drabble I owed you! And I really really hope you like it. :)

[idella]

Mulder/Scully, watermarks on the ceiling

Hope you feel better. :)

[jessie_venna]

Anything x filesh MSR.

Feel better soon.

[ninamazing]

"Gray," she says, staring up at the angry splotch where some past resident's shower pipe once busted and leaked sewage through the floors. Mulder's fingers twine through hers, reminding her how sharp the difference is between a sweaty hand and the sweaty hand of a man who loves you.

"It's more of an ash," he returns, in his amiable mumble.

She turns her head and grins; he gathers her easily into the curl of his arms. "Charcoal," she mutters over the skin of his cheek, and feels him smile.

"Puce," he whispers against her lips.

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Oh, P.S. THIS WAS AN AWESOME PROMPT. ♥ And I was trying so hard to figure out why it sounded so familiar, and it's because I totally used "watermarks on the ceiling" imagery in a Mulder/Scully fic I was teamwriting with fireworkfiasco like four months ago! And I was really proud of myself for the poeticness, lol. So. Great story, huh? ;)

[idella]

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH.

This is lovely and I love it, especially this part, because it it so true:

Mulder's fingers twine through hers, reminding her how sharp the difference is between a sweaty hand and the sweaty hand of a man who loves you.

♥

[memories_child]

Please can I have a my-country-is-awesome gift too, because I'm also feeling like shit and you will make me feel better?

X Files MSR please. I can't think of a prompt but love everything you write!

[ninamazing]

TOTALLY. And I hope you feel less like shit! Also, I stole a prompt from xf-pornbattle, because that is the most entertaining list of prompts ever. ♥

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He's got the phone to his ear when she opens the door, so she slips it shut softly and trips the lock. She's halfway out of her clothes, and headed to the shower, when she realizes he hasn't spoken.

"What are you doing, Mulder?" she asks, a smile beginning at the corners of her lips. This seems like one of those days when he'll refuse to give her a straight answer, but she's finished her field report and bought new bubble bath, so she doesn't think she cares.

"I'm replaying your message from this morning," he says easily. "Right at the beginning, you laugh. I like the sound."

She stares for a moment; like always, his eyes are daring her to take him seriously.

She steps forward to ruffle his hair. When she laughs, he snaps the phone shut and wraps his arms around her.

"There it is," he says.

At the airport in the morning, he has to pick up brand new bubble bath.

[memories_child]

I love you!!

Thank you so much for this =D Am feeling much less like shit today (hope you are too) and this it a lovely gift to read just before going to sleep.

At the airport in the morning, he has to pick up brand new bubble bath.

This made me all tingly!

[leiascully]

Scully smoking! And/or Scully going to the Pie Hole because she forgot about family Thanksgiving.

[ninamazing]

Damn, both your prompts are so good. I might do the Thanksgiving one later even though, um, it is long past Thanksgiving because I am made of suck. SUCK I tell you.

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Dana liked the way the end of the cigarette lit up as she inhaled, burning wild orange just for her. This should have been enough to make her happy, even tonight, but it wasn't. She'd had to flee her room. The empty bed across from hers just reminded her that she wasn't ready to go to college yet; and the long oak finger of the tree outside kept tapping against the window in a way she preferred to call annoying. Not scary.

"It's a ghost," Missy had said when the tree hit puberty, the first time they heard it. "Goddess, Dana, it's a ghostSometimes she fantasized about telling her sister: "That Wicca stuff? Knock it off." But the words sat in her throat like phlegm and never made it out

[leiascully]

I love it! You are great. Poor Scully. She's awkward sometimes.

DO IT. Do my Thanksgiving prompt.