Grr...Arrgh.
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ozmissageI’m putting off my Sammy meta until later because when I started typing it I kept swinging from keyboard smash rage to weepy, “OMG, the writers hate me!” outbursts and I realized those things were not proportionate responses. My emotions are all wonky today, I got sniffly reading an article about Private Practice this morning and I don’t even watch that show.
Anyway, I’m taking a break from crossover fic writing/meta attempts to go watch TVD and forage for food. So hungry. I swear I feel like The Hulk today.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ozmissage smash! Umm…yeah. I have a meme:
The first TEN people to comment in this post 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. (You don’t have to do that last thing unless you want to. I hate bossy memes.)
*All of my fandoms are fair game, including TVD.
1.we’ll sleep when we’re dead, PG, Charlotte & Juliet, Lost
2.stars, R, Jack/Claire, Lost
3.trousers are overrated, PG-13, George/Mitchell, Being Human
4.routine, R, Bonnie/Stefan, TVD
5.don’t ask, don’t tell, R, Alaric/Juliet, TVD/Lost
6.the hazards of office boredom, PG, Cordy & Wes, ATS
7.breakfast of champions, PG, Jack/Sawyer, Lost
8.the joy of cooking, PG, Left Behinders, Lost
9.l' esprit de escalier, PG, Jack, Lost
10. backseat, PG, George/Mitchell, Being Human
Anyway, I’m taking a break from crossover fic writing/meta attempts to go watch TVD and forage for food. So hungry. I swear I feel like The Hulk today.
ozmissage smash! Umm…yeah. I have a meme:The first TEN people to comment in this post 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. (You don’t have to do that last thing unless you want to. I hate bossy memes.)
*All of my fandoms are fair game, including TVD.
1.we’ll sleep when we’re dead, PG, Charlotte & Juliet, Lost
2.stars, R, Jack/Claire, Lost
3.trousers are overrated, PG-13, George/Mitchell, Being Human
4.routine, R, Bonnie/Stefan, TVD
5.don’t ask, don’t tell, R, Alaric/Juliet, TVD/Lost
6.the hazards of office boredom, PG, Cordy & Wes, ATS
7.breakfast of champions, PG, Jack/Sawyer, Lost
8.the joy of cooking, PG, Left Behinders, Lost
9.l' esprit de escalier, PG, Jack, Lost
10. backseat, PG, George/Mitchell, Being Human
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Date: 11/20/10 08:40 pm (UTC)LOST, Juliet and Charlotte friendship in Dharmaville (AU)
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Date: 11/20/10 08:45 pm (UTC)Claire/Jack, anything
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Date: 11/20/10 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/20/10 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/20/10 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/21/10 12:29 am (UTC)Wes and Cordy: "This means war."
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Date: 11/21/10 03:21 am (UTC)Lost, Jack/Sawyer, AU, living together in Dharmavile
we'll sleep when we're dead, PG
Date: 11/21/10 03:40 am (UTC)It’s long past midnight and the boys—their boys, are all asleep upstairs.
“We should really get to bed soon,” Juliet whispers.
“Nah. We’ll just go in late. What are they going to do, fire us?”
Juliet arches an eyebrow.
“They might.”
“Fine by me, I’m sick of smelling like motor oil anyway.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Juliet says.
They clink their glasses and each take a long sip.
“One more game of Scrabble?” Charlotte asks hopefully.
Juliet smiles.
“Absolutely.”
stars, R
Date: 11/21/10 03:51 am (UTC)Doctor’s hands, she thinks, giggling to herself. Jack pauses, resting his head on the soft skin of her stomach so he can look up at her.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Whatever you think is best, Doctor,” she teases.
Jack flashes her a wicked grin before dipping his head lower. Claire gasps, closes her eyes until Jack brings the stars to her.
trousers are overrated, PG-13
Date: 11/21/10 04:03 am (UTC)George crosses his arms defensively.
“I happen to think they look nice.”
“They look ridiculous.”
“You wear them,” George says petulantly.
“Well, I’m me and you’re…George.”
George sinks to the couch sulkily and begins flipping through channels on the telly.
“Fine. I’m not going out then. Me and my ridiculous jeans will stay in and watch chat shows. Alone.”
Mitchell straddles George without warning and works George’s zipper down before he can muster one word of protest.
“That’s a stupid idea. Let’s get you out of these things.”
“And then what?” George asks.
Mitchell grins so wickedly the tips of George’s ears go red.
“You’re right,” George says. “I should take these off
immediately.”
Mitchell is more than happy to help.
routine, R
Date: 11/21/10 04:13 am (UTC)This has happened before, it will happen again.
She digs her nails into his shoulder until she sees blood pooling in the half moons she leaves behind and she laps at his wounds, relishing the taste of him on her lips as she knows he’s relishing the taste of her on his.
It’s wrong. So very wrong. But she doesn’t want to stop. Not ever.
He pulls away with a groan.
“You hum,” he murmurs.
Bonnie giggles, turns away embarrassed.
“Whatever.”
“It’s true. I can feel it, it’s…God, it’s good.”
She kisses him and realizes the copper taste of their blood mingling on her tongue no longer makes her stomach turn.
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Date: 11/21/10 04:15 am (UTC)How about Lost, Left Behinders, family dinner.
don't ask, don't tell, R
Date: 11/21/10 04:24 am (UTC)***
She finds the stakes in his sock drawer, the knives hidden under his bed, the picture folded and creased in a dusty copy of Dracula. She doesn’t tell him.
He comes home and she leads him to their bed, fucks him until he’s gasping her name. She presses her lips to his temple as he comes, a silent blessing.
“You’re amazing,” he marvels in the darkness.
Juliet smiles softly.
“You too,” she whispers back.
{He finds the gun in a shoebox on the top shelf of the closet, the mark raised and angry on her back, the ring she never wears. He doesn’t ask why.}
“Night,” he says wrapping his arms around her.
Juliet settles against his chest.
“Night,” she echoes back.
the hazards of office boredom, PG
Date: 11/21/10 04:50 am (UTC)Cordy continues dusting innocently, but she can’t stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upwards.
“Ah-hah!” Wes says with bonus finger raising. Cordy’s pretty sure he thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes.
“No ah-hah. Which, by the way, totally not a phrase used by real people. I’m smiling because that’s what you do to keep crazy people from killing you in your sleep.”
“You hid my book! I need my book, Cordelia.”
She did hide his book. And his mug. But in her defense they haven’t had a case all week and she’s been super bored.
“Maybe you misplaced it,” she says sweetly.
“ANGEL!” Wes bellows.
“God, you’re such a baby,” Cordy mutters as she shuffles off to retrieve his musty, old book.
She’s halfway there when she hears---
“Why is my mug in the shredder?”
Cordy giggles. A girl has to make her own fun.
breakfast of champions, PG
Date: 11/21/10 05:01 am (UTC)***
Sawyer hates the night shift. He trudges home just as the sun is coming up, his bones aching, eyelids heavy. The smell of scrambled eggs and burnt toast greets him at the door. The doc always was a morning person.
He makes his way to the kitchen to find a boxer clad Jack waiting with two plates and a cup of OJ.
“Damn, you’re a good wife,” Sawyer says.
“I will eat all of this food if you don’t shut up.”
Sawyer takes his plate. He’s too hungry to banter right now.
He sips his OJ and grimaces.
“No coffee?”
“Not for you, you need to sleep.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sawyer mumbles around a mouthful of eggs.
Jack snatches the least-black piece of toast off of Sawyer’s plate and takes a big bite.
“Hey!” Sawyer protests.
Jack laughs.
“I warned you.”
Re: stars, R
Date: 11/21/10 05:18 am (UTC)Re: the hazards of office boredom, PG
Date: 11/21/10 06:08 am (UTC)Re: trousers are overrated, PG-13
Date: 11/21/10 11:19 am (UTC)Re: don't ask, don't tell, R
Date: 11/21/10 02:37 pm (UTC)Re: routine, R
Date: 11/21/10 02:37 pm (UTC)Re: routine, R
Date: 11/21/10 02:46 pm (UTC)the joy of cooking, PG
Date: 11/21/10 04:01 pm (UTC)“Just keep your trap shut, Enos,” James growls back.
Miles shoots a pained look towards the kitchen, before turning to Jin for support.
“Back me up, buddy. We should just go to the cafeteria, right?”
“Back…up?” Jin asks, clearly confused.
“Miles?” Juliet asks from her seat beside Jim.
“Yeah?”
“Be quiet.”
Miles opens his mouth to say something else, but a sharp kick from James makes him think better of it.
“You really think Mr. Wizard can pull this off?” James asks quietly.
Juliet shrugs.
“He wanted to do something nice for everyone. Let him have this.”
A small puff of smoke wafts through the dining room door and Miles groans.
“Just so you know, if we all get food poisoning, I’m holding you responsible,” Miles mutters.
Juliet hides a smile behind her wine glass.
Re: breakfast of champions, PG
Date: 11/21/10 04:17 pm (UTC)Re: stars, R
Date: 11/21/10 05:58 pm (UTC)Re: trousers are overrated, PG-13
Date: 11/21/10 05:59 pm (UTC)