Winter Break Drabble Drive 2012/2013
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afullmarginIt's Winter Break! And I have time and energy to write plus the desire to play in many fandoms. This means... Drabble drive! It's easy!
Step 1: You leave a comment to this entry with a prompt (this can be a word, phrase, tropes, picture, song, anything!) AND a fandom with or without a pairing.
Step 2: I write for you. Typically a drabble. May or may not be wintery fluff (it probably will be).
Step 3: I post it on AO3 & leave a reply with the link to your fic!
Taking prompts in ANY FANDOM I'M FAMILIAR WITH. Yes, even ones I've never written. If you think I can do it, prompt it. Millific too! Prompt as many times as you want, I prefer at least a few to work with, but keep in mind I won't be able to fill every prompt.
So, you know what I like... Prompt me please??
Step 1: You leave a comment to this entry with a prompt (this can be a word, phrase, tropes, picture, song, anything!) AND a fandom with or without a pairing.
Step 2: I write for you. Typically a drabble. May or may not be wintery fluff (it probably will be).
Step 3: I post it on AO3 & leave a reply with the link to your fic!
Taking prompts in ANY FANDOM I'M FAMILIAR WITH. Yes, even ones I've never written. If you think I can do it, prompt it. Millific too! Prompt as many times as you want, I prefer at least a few to work with, but keep in mind I won't be able to fill every prompt.
So, you know what I like... Prompt me please??
"Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen)
Date: 2013-03-18 04:43 am (UTC)“Oh. My. God!” Daisy screams, sitting bolt upright from where she’d been lounging on the sofa; “Oh my God, Tim. I can’t believe you never told me before.”
Slowly, a blond eyebrow arches and he turns a pulled look toward her.
“All the awkward embraces, the way you take care of him and pack him lunches! The way he looks at you like there’s nobody else in the room…”
“What…” he shakes his head, licking away a stray smudge of chocolate from the devoured packet of digestives that he’d found in the cupboard. “What are you talking about?”
“The longing puppy-dog frown when you forget things…”
“Daisy, am I in this conversation?”
“You… you…” she giggles loudly, giving him an awkward, stoned wink. “You…”
Tim gulps loudly.
She flops back down on the couch and says; “How could I have been so stupid? So blind? Of course, it all makes so much bloody sense…”
“You’re not stupid… it was just a… I dunno… we don’t do it all the time.”
“You do! You lying bastard, you were doing it just last week when I came in your room! You’ve been eating Mike’s Hobnobs.”
The other eyebrow rises; “Is that some sort of obscure euphemism?”
Her grin spreads and she points at the empty wrapper. “Better buy more.
“Right. Of course. More biscuits.”
She giggles again, lying back on the sofa. “I’ll keep my lips sealed about it. Our secret.”
“You do that.” Tim shakes his head, flushing pink. “For a second there I thought you were going to say we’re lovers.”
“Don’t be stupid, Tim. Everyone knows that.”
Re: "Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen)
Date: 2013-03-18 04:48 am (UTC)Adorable.
Re: "Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen)
Date: 2013-03-23 06:15 am (UTC)