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( Apr. 10th, 2009 01:57 am)
So, I just read a ton of little ficlets from one of those "pick a story and i'll drabble something" memes. And then I thought, well shit, i could never do that because i haven't written that much. And then I looked and thought, okay, so i'm not as prolific as many, but i've been kinda stuck recently.

In essence what i'm saying is that if you are reading this and would like me to write something small that relates to something i've already written (a timestamp, a different PoV or character, whatever) just drop me a comment and i'll try to get to it.

I'm going to be meeting people in a week, so I thought maybe this would be a good time to think about my fandoms.

Edit: Also, if you have a piece of your own writing that you might want someone else to write in, you can drop me a link and i'll try.
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( Nov. 23rd, 2008 08:27 am)
Ithilien pimped out remixthedrabble and several of us jumped on the bandwagon. Myself included.

I did two drabbles. One for Luke/Noah and one for NCIS. I've never written in NCIS and I'm not so good with the drabbling, so this was a big big big challenge for me. I think they came out pretty well.

First ...

Wrong: ATWT - Luke/Noah. 100 words. )

and another ...

Negotiating Results: NCIS - Gen; Gibbs and Abby. 200 words. )
Title: Doubt
Prompt: Basketball
Word count: 300
Rating: G (sometimes i surprise even myself)

He loped down the half court, the ball a steady beat beneath his hand. He didn't want to think, didn't want to know, just wanted to yell and scream and be anything other than what he was. His palm ached with the monotony of his movements, reminded him of calluses finally gone. His legs screamed. Heat seared through him and told him he should be grateful, not a whiny little bitch. He jumped up for a basket, growled as the pain reverberated from his heels to his hips.

His breath threatened to explode his lungs. Sweat burned his eyes, dried his lips. He couldn't stop. Down the court, back again. Down and back. Shoot. He missed. Again. Missed. His knees wobbled on the last jump shot. He knew he should stop, knew people would be disappointed, knew he'd hear lectures if anyone even noticed. Fuck it. He landed the next two.

The one person he wanted, needed, wasn't here. He'd fucked off to Europe for a class. What professor was retarded enough to take a class away now. Salt froze on his skin as he panicked. What if that wasn't true? The ball fell from his hands, bounced until it was rolling and eventually stilled on the floor. What professor was that dumb? A trip like this - even with a valid reason - was going to screw up any student's grades big time.

He fumbled over to his gym bag, rummaged around until he found his cell. Was it too late to call? Hell. He frowned. A text message? When had he received it? How had he missed it?

Miss U. Love U. 2 days = 2 long. Love U til I M stupid. Plz call.

Luke breathed for the first time in days. Noah would be home soon.
Prompt: Elevator
Prompt: Tears
Word count: 300
Rating: PG-13 for language, I guess?

The library elevator shudders as it always does, but this time it hiccups to a stop between floors eighteen and nineteen. Noah squeezes his eyes shut, clamps his hands against the railing. "Tell me the elevator is about to move and we're going to be fine."

"Noah? What's wrong?" Luke edges his hand between the wall and his boyfriend's tense back. He kisses Noah's temple, all the while tattooing patterns on his back.

"Don't like small spaces," he grits out. "Haven't ever since the Colonel -" Noah swallows. Tears leak from the corners his eyes.

Luke shifts, presses his chest to Noah's, wraps their fingers together. "Shh, shh. The Colonel isn't here. You're with me." He swiped at the salty trails with the tip of his tongue. "There are lots of things you like about being trapped, Noah." He bit at Noah's earlobe. "Didn't you tell me that last night?"

"Luke." Pale color fades against the red blooming on Noah's cheeks. His blush turns Luke on.

"You remember don't you? On your stomach? Me, holding you down? Starting to ring a bell?" Luke grinds his hips closer, winds his hands up into the curls at the back of Noah's neck. "You made the hottest noises. Sexy as hell when you whisper my name, let me pin your wrists, fuck into you again and again."

Noah bites his lip and whimpers. "Nngh"

"I was all over you, had you pinned, no room for anything between the two of us, barely even space for breathing. My hand jacking you off. I don't remember you minding small spaces last night?" Luke sucks at Noah's neck, scrapes his teeth along his jaw. "So I'll just stay right here until the elevator starts moving again, okay. And you can remember how good it can be."
From the comment porn-a-thon on luke_noah

Victorian Request )

Bottom!Pushy!Luke Request )
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Paring: Morgan/Reid
Rating: PG-13 for language/R for implied proposition
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Minor for "Elephant's Memory" - in that sense that it happens after that, but nothing from the episode itself.
Word Count: 655
AN: [ profile] yffy as always is the best date in the world for Criminal Minds. This comes from cold medicines, caffeine, and watching TV with her. Also, thank you to [ profile] poisontaster because she always posts writing and it's been wonderfully inspiring.

Morgan rolled the glass bottle between his fingers, back and forth, back and forth. )


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