Winter Break Drabble Drive 2012/2013

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It'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??

Comments

[amadi]

Psych, Henry/Karen, recovery

Burn Notice, Mike/Fi, 8 ball in the center pocket

Recovery (Psych, Henry/Karen. Gen)

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It’s not waking up in the hospital that was the worst, or even the first few days of intense pain dulled by morphine. It’s getting up out of bed and forcing himself to use his shoulder, working with the damn therapist until it aches.

It’s going home and dropping a cup of coffee because he grabbed it with his weak side, then swearing at the shattered pieces until she puts her hand over his on the wet towel, squeezing gently.

“Relax, Henry.” She kisses his ear and a flush creeps across his scalp. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Sure.”

Wager (Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona. Teen)

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The line of her dress draped over her body is enough of a distraction on its own, but coupled with the slight rock of her hips as she leans across the table is too much.

“Call it,” Michael swallows, watching her slide the cue between thumb and forefinger already aimed at the black ball.

Rolling her eyes, she licks her lips theatrically before saying; “Eight ball. Straight down the center.”

It’s not the most natural shot, he’d go for the side at her angle, but she never did do things easy.

Crack. Thud.

“Dinner with your mother.”

“Double or nothing?”