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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!

Date: 2008-04-09 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pellamerethiel.livejournal.com
Wow, so cool you're writing this!!!
Jack/Claire, maybe? And an ashtray. :)

Date: 2008-04-09 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crickets.livejournal.com
Hmmm... I think I can do that. Gimme some time. Hehehe. There were more requests than I thought there'd be.

Date: 2008-04-09 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pellamerethiel.livejournal.com
Fantastic :D

Date: 2008-05-18 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crickets.livejournal.com
(I know it's late, but here you go. I hope it makes sense. It's a little... odd.. lmao.)

Jack knows when she visits because of the smell of cigarettes.

It's the same every time. He'll offer her an ash tray and she'll laugh because they both know she doesn't really need one.

"I always wanted to be a smoker," Claire says, lounging on the leather chaise. "Mum was too much of a health nut. Sure, I was rebellious, but that? That was brainwash. I never touched the things."

Jack's tuning her out because he's heard it all before, and he watches her ashes fall from the cherry and disappear into thin air.

"Why are you here?" he asks, just as always, standing beside her.

"Do you remember what it was like?" she says, moving her hands suggestively from her stomach to her breasts and reaches out to rest one on his hip. He can feel her, her hands warm and small, just as they were in life. That's the part that always confuses him.

"Yeah," he says, closing his eyes as she undoes his belt. "I remember."

Date: 2008-05-18 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pellamerethiel.livejournal.com
Awww, that was fantastic!!! Thank you so much, I really waited to see it :D Great job :) Especially the last paragraphs <3

Date: 2008-05-19 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crickets.livejournal.com
I'm so glad you liked it babe :D Thanks for the prompt! Sorry for the wait!

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