Meme Gakked from denyce

[rivestra]

The first TEN (Ha! Like I have 10 readers.) people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Applied fandoms: Any fandom I've got a tag for is fine. If you'd like something else, go ahead and ask and I'll do it if I know the source (leave me a back up choice, if you want, from the taglist).

More detailed prompts than just character/pairing would be most welcome!

Comments

[almond423.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, prequel or sequel to your Find Me Quick, Baby Girl.... pretty please???

I will post this even tho I'm more a reader than a writer...

[rivestra.livejournal.com]

::Hee!::

I am so flattered that you want more of this fic enough to risk having to write your own!

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It should have been awkward, but it wasn't. Waking up in Derek Morgan's arms had been the easiest part of any of this. He'd been watching her when she'd opened her eyes, and he'd smiled as she'd stretched and rubbed at them, sleep warmed and slow. He'd pulled her close and said, "G'morning, Sweetness," into her neck, voice raspy and low, and Penelope'd snuggled deep into the embrace, and they'd drifted in a kind of languid, easy space. Safe.

It hadn't lasted, of course. The telephone's ring had ripped through their comfortable silence just a few minutes later. Derek had growled, "Shit," at it and picked it up only to drop it right back down, explaining, "Work," as he had. Her brain had turned mostly back on then, boggling a bit that he'd set up a wakeup call last night.

It was a normal Thursday morning to most people though, she supposed. Seeing her opportunity, she'd just wrinkled her nose at him (though, really he could smell like sweat and sex anytime, as far as she was concerned) and pushed him off toward the shower. Then she'd snuck downstairs and rented the room for another day, leaving explicit orders for the maid to stay away.

There had to be fingerprints, DNA... something . The crime scene boys owed her a lot of favors, and it was time to collect one.

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Yes, there's more to come and, though I won't make promises about when, I can say some of it's already written.

[snarkgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, Awesome! ::dances with glee::

[rivestra.livejournal.com]

Freeloader!

::giggles::

[almond423.livejournal.com]

thank you thank you! wow... I have a question but I don't want to spoil myself, so I will wait. and yes, this is worth the risk!

[almond423.livejournal.com]

ok, so I started something.... would you do me the favor of talking a look and critiquing?

http://almond423.livejournal.com/27015.html

This bunny had been hopping in my brain for weeks now, and tonight I finally sat down and started typing. I appreciate any comments!

[rivestra.livejournal.com]

Absolutely! ::scurries off to read::

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Okay, I have a lot of promised fic to people so I should not do this meme. I have too much stuff that I've already promised and no time to do it. But I know what I would ask for if I could: since you are single-handedly responsible (due to a comment_fic you wrote long ago) for me believing that John Casey on Chuck is a sexy awesome chef in his spare time, I would ask for someone to be attracted to Casey when they see him cook. Cuz I'm weird.

[rivestra.livejournal.com]

::ponders Chef Casey::

::looks squintily at you::

Me thinks there's some cheating going on in there, somewhere.

::can't stop pondering Chef Casey::

Me also thinks it may be working. We'll see. ::shudders at self:: If it happens, it'll be total craaaak.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yes, I'm totally trying to cheat the meme. I don't have time for 10!

But on a note completely unrelated to the meme, if you write me Chef Casey I will write you a ficlet of anything you want that I know.

[rivestra.livejournal.com]

Well, it took me long enough, and it's not the Casey-meets-Eliot-while-undercover-at-a-cooking-school thing I thought I was gonna write, but go here for the product of the prompt you didn't leave me.

Or something.

::grins::