Writing Meme

[suzie_shooter]

Nicked from capt_spork. Because clearly what I need is more WIPS.

The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing.* In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.**

(1) capt_spork Sherlock/Lestrade
(2) wyvernchick Brooker/Mitchell
(3) serriadh von Stalhein
(4) astrolabus Charlie Crews vs

Comments

[suzie_shooter]

Hehe! You can!

Vision

[suzie_shooter]

It wasn't that the man didn't have his faults, Sherlock mused, contemplating the steam rising from his mug of tea, bare feet balanced on the stack of John's medical journals littering the coffee table. Although it was tiresome he refused to accept them.

After all, Sherlock considered the fact he'd called Lestrade an adequate policeman to be rather high praise, and still couldn't see why he'd been so huffy about it.

That Sherlock had pointed out he lacked imagination, also, had been a statement of fact, nothing more.

Although as it turned out, he'd been wrong about that. The things Lestrade had come up with last night suggested a man of quite intriguingly deviant vision.

Sherlock blew on his tea and shifted painfully in his seat. Clearly there was hope for the man yet.

[wyvernchick]

Ooh, what to choose? Brooker/Mitchell or J/J/R would be lovely. Final choice is up to you, I'm not fussy :)

Red Handed

[suzie_shooter]

"Five minutes."

David drummed his fingers against Charlie's dressing room door in a semblance of a knock and stuck his head in. "You ready? Oh." He blinked. Charlie was doubled over himself apparently grunting in pain.

"Are you alright?" David hovered awkwardly, wondering whether to offer assistance or give him some privacy.

"Fucking thing. What?" Charlie looked up, red faced and irritated. "Oh it's you. Give me a hand would you?"

David came right in, relieved he apparently wasn't going into convulsions minutes before a live show but still confused as to what was happening. "What am I - ?" he gestured vaguely, and Charlie huffed at him.

"My fucking zip's stuck and I can't close it. I can hardly walk out on live TV with my cock hanging out."

"Might help the ratings," David murmured, crouching down obediently. Trying desperately not to think about the fact that his face was inches from Charlie's - NoOhGoddon'tthinkabout it."You've got the material caught

Re: Red Handed

[wyvernchick]

*applauds and luffs you madly*

*grins*

Everyone in the office is going to wonder what I'm grinning at now. Thank you!

Re: Red Handed

[suzie_shooter]

*squees*

[suzie_shooter]

I have read it! Recently! (jealous!Algy is *love*) And you were going to find me that fic...(also how wrong is it that I was mentally slashing von Stalhein and his nephew? Ahem)

Also also, yes!

[suzie_shooter]

haha I searched my email for instanes of von Stalhein, and found a comment you'd left referring to it, which gave me the date to look on yours.../stalker

[astrolabus]

Charlie Crews vs Yassen. Since both approach their jobs from unusual angles.

[suzie_shooter]

Haha that is the most inspired prompt ever. Shall see what I can do.

[suzie_shooter]

Fic is now up here!

[bellap74]

XDDD Oz Clarke/Louis Walsh seems made in heaven though!

Um after hurried flailing - so much choice - can I please have Sherlock/Yassen....admiration.

Thank you *throws chocolate petals*

[suzie_shooter]

Hah, you can haz!

[bellap74]

Yay! Thank you - it's the first time I haven't been too late & begging to be tagged on the list XD

[suzie_shooter]

haha it's never too late!