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I've never done one of these things before, and I'm scared as shit. ←
So, I'm starting out small. I want to kick the muse into gear (she's being reluctant with a few WIPs) so comment to this post with a pairing and a prompt of any kind and I'll try to give you a few lines and if I'm feeling spry, maybe even a drabble. You guys know my fandoms.
Here's to hoping I don't buckle under the pressure!
(Caveat: No way can I write Juliet or Three... and I think that's it.)
ETA: You guys!!!!
*fires the gummybears of rage at all of you*
Quit it with the crazy crossovers! I might have to send the tickle monster after you!
↑ The Tickle Monster. FEAR HIM!
So, I'm starting out small. I want to kick the muse into gear (she's being reluctant with a few WIPs) so comment to this post with a pairing and a prompt of any kind and I'll try to give you a few lines and if I'm feeling spry, maybe even a drabble. You guys know my fandoms.
Here's to hoping I don't buckle under the pressure!
(Caveat: No way can I write Juliet or Three... and I think that's it.)
ETA: You guys!!!!
*fires the gummybears of rage at all of you*
Quit it with the crazy crossovers! I might have to send the tickle monster after you!

↑ The Tickle Monster. FEAR HIM!
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Date: 2008-04-09 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 09:58 pm (UTC)But when Dean escapes death, escapes damnation, he doesn't do any of those things. He drinks more, swears more, smokes more, drives faster. And by the next weekend he's in Duluth with Sam, taking out a nest of thirsty vampires.
After, he shows up on Jo's doorstep, half drunk and leaning against the frame in that way of is. She opens the door and he stumbles into her small living space without so much as a word.
Well, hey yourself, she says, but she's only half as annoyed as she seems. Sure it's been over a year, but old friends are hard to come by when they keep dying off and she's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, no matter how drunk it is.
He pushes himself up against her on the sofa, kisses her neck, tells her she's pretty, and falls asleep before even getting to third base.
Jo slips off the couch and covers him up as best she can, plants a pillow on the floor beside him to cushion the fall in case he rolls right off--which he probably will--and looks at him, her head cocked to one side.
What are we gonna do with you, Winchester?
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Date: 2008-04-09 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 11:01 pm (UTC)Thanky!
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Date: 2008-04-10 01:28 am (UTC)