Multifandom prompt meme! :D

[snowdarkred]

Leave me a prompt (for a fandom/show/book/whatever that I am actually familiar with) and I'll write a drabble! And if anyone wants to get in on the action too, well, the more the merrier! 

Any pairing or non-pairing is fine; just be sensible about what I could write. We all know I'm wonderful, but I'm not that wonderful.  ;)

Suggested fandoms:
Inception
Star Trek XI
Glee
NCIS
NCIS:LA
Harry Potter
Leverage
White Collar
Sherlock BBC
Sherlock 2009
Tamora Pierce books (any)
Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America
The Losers
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Robin McKinley books (any)
Heroes
Merlin
Gundam Wing
Law&Order: SVU
Numb3rs
Limited RPF for STXI and SPN
Covert Affairs
His Dark Materials
Brick
(500) Days of Summer
etc.

Go crazy! I'll try to do my best! :D

ETA: Also, feel free to pimp this wherever. :D

Filled:
Untitled, Avengers/Losers xover, gen
'Twas the Season, Protector of the Small, Kel/Dom
Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John
Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto
Untitled Glee/SPN preview/snippet, gen
The Lowering Of; Provost's Dogs, Beka/Rosto
Soup, The Losers, Cougar/Jensen
A Father's Journal, Glee/SPN, slight hints of Puck/Kurt
Untitled, The Losers, celebrating the DADT repeal, J/C
Ready, Aim, Fire; The Losers, girl!C/J
.

Comments

[tygermama.livejournal.com]

The Losers/Avengers - one of Max's schemes draws the attention of the Avengers and the two teams bump into each other.

Untitled Avengers/Losers; gen; Steve, Tony; PG

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Tony Stark frowned at the report in front of him. Technically, he shouldn't even have had access to it, but it had been a long time since any one was capable of stopping Tony of finding out what he wanted, and when Steve had pointed out an anomaly in a recent news broadcast, the technical genius and CEO was on the case.

And to be honest, he was surprised that there was a case at all. The news wasn't exactly reliable these days, and the fact that Steve had even noticed that the so-called terrorists that hit Miami had looked familiar and weren't they the soldiers from that Bolivia incident that Fury had ranted about for three days? kind of amazed Tony. Cap was amazing.

(Tony was such a fanboy, it was almost embarrassing. Whatever. Steve was Captain America, and a good man besides.)

Steve read over Tony's shoulder as he went through everything. The report detailed a stop-secret mission gone wrong, but a ten year old could see that it was a load of bullshit. The officer who wrote it tossed around words and phrases like “off the rails” and “deeply disturbed.” He was doing his damnedest to imply that those soldiers had crashed their helicopter and all the kids inside it on purpose. Which didn't match their psych profiles at all.

Mind control was a possible explanation, and the unit – who apparently called themselves the Losers, which the officer claimed via psychobabble was a sign of anti-authority sentiment – certainly had enough enemies, but the idea was too neat. Why would the government – No, scratch that. Why would the CIA try to cover up mind control? It was a common enough occurrence, and there was no shame in it like there had been in the eighties.

Tony dug deeper.

Deep in one of the internal memos that that same officer wrote was a mention of a man named Max. Something about it pinged with Tony's memory. Max. Max. It had to mean something. There was some connection there, and Tony—

Tony thought about the men who were declared dead, their families left to mourn alone. The lies they had been fed. How powerless they must feel.

“Buckle up, Steve,” Tony said. “We're about to get into some deep shit.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way,” Steve smiled.

[deerang2002.livejournal.com]

Tamora Pierce (Protector of the Small series)...Kel/Dom and ensemble
Prompt: Midwinter
Thank you!

Tortall fic: 'Twas the Season; Kel/Dom, PG.

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Kel wiped her palms on her breeches and tried to calm down her racing heart. The midwinter celebration was in full swing, and Lady Knight Keldary of Mindelan was as nervous as a squire before her first tournament.

She was going to do it. Tonight was the night.

It was the first midwinter since the end of the war with Scanra ended a year ago, and most of their ragtag group of friends were in good spirits. The war was over, the mad mage had been stopped, and the king had recalled all of them to the palace for the winter for some much needed downtime. Kel hadn't wanted to leave New Hope, and Tobe had stubbornly refused to be left, but she had come anyway because—

Because Dom was here, and she was going to do it tonight.

She faced down stormwings, centaurs, and savage death machines. She should be able to do this.

She straightened her shoulders and put on her best Yamani mask. She wiped her hand against the perfectly fitted breeches again (Goddess bless Lalassa; she could make anyone look wonderful, even Kel) and reached for the door handle. It swung open before she could touch it, revealing a grinning Neal and Owen. They grabbed her and dragged into the party before she could turn tail and run away.

“He's that way,” Neal said slyly, shoving her in the direction of the window. He pointed, and she caught sight of her target. Panic clawed at the inside of her stomach. Why was she even doing this? She could be happy with just his friendship; she didn't need more. She could turn around right now, and only Neal and Owen would know her shame. Would know that the girl who had shattered everyone's expectations and won them a war had chickened out of talking to a boy. Man.

“What are you waiting for?” Owen prompted. He was smiling widely, like he could stop. “Get it, girl!” She made a mental note to stop him from hanging around with the New Hope boys. They were a bad influence. (She thought this fondly, of course, because the New Hope boys were her boys and she loved them like a mother bear.)

Kel swallowed thickly and stepped forward. She could do this. She was doing this. If it didn't work out, well, she was returning North in a month. She wouldn't have to see him again until Raoul came to visit and dragged Third Company with him. That would be awkward.

But it was too late to back out now. She had arrived.

“Hello, Kel,” Dom said with a smile. He was leaning against the wall, watching all of their friends and family eat, drink, and be merry. “Enjoying the party?”

“I have something to give you,” Kel blurted. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks when he raised his eyebrow, but she fought it off. She could do this.

“I have something to give you too,” he said. “I don't have it with me, though. It's in my rooms—”

“I have it,” Kel interrupted. “Uh. Not the gift you want to give me, obviously, but what I want to give you.” Oh gods and goddesses, this was terrible. This was worse than she had imagined.

“Alright—” he started so say, but he didn't get to finish because she kissed him.

Right there. In front of everyone.

But it didn't matter, because he kissed her back.

“I lied,” he said when they broke apart, both of them ignoring the attention their kiss had drawn. “That was just an excuse to get you alone. Looks like I didn't need it.” His eyes sparkled with mirth.

Kel didn't answer; she just kissed him again, making a rude gesture to the room at large when they started catcalling again. 'Twas the season.

Hope you like it!

[claralamora.livejournal.com]

fandom: SHERLOCK BBC!
Pairing: Sherlock/John <3
Prompt: Holiday fic! :D John is being very secretive; going to the market without letting Sherlock join and one night Sherlock hears a mysterious crumbling of paper from John's room but when he tries to come in John slams the door in his face! Sherlock is completely clueless as to why this is (maybe feeling a bit hurt?) until the puzzle is solved on Christmas day. ^_^
[Long prompt is long... >_> But feel free to bend it to your own will! =P]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Hold on; this one is taking me a bit longer. :3

[wordflake.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna give you two prompts, one not so crazy and one quite crazy, choose the one you like best ^^

Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Prompt: John had always thought that Sherlock didn't do Christmas. Christmas was too illogical, too social, took time Sherlock needed for his experiments. It just wasn't Sherlock's thing. Boy, how wrong he was.

or

Fandom: Crossover Star Trek XI/Sherlock BBC
Pairings: Spock/Kirk and Sherlock/John or gen
Prompt: For some reason (malfunctioning transporters? Sherlock solving crimes in space?) Spock, Kirk, Sherlock and John celebrate Christmas together. They all behave like this:
Spock: This is illogical *Spock is not impressed*
Jim: Chriiistmaaaas :D The most awesome thing EVER! *overgrown puppy*
Sherlock: I don't have time for this ... *does some anti-Christmas bonding with Spock*
John: ...*Christmas with two asocial lunatics/geniuses and one drunk playboy? Kill me please*

Prompts 1: Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

John woke up to the sound of Sherlock cursing downstairs. He groaned sluggishly, not feeling particularly excited about getting up and stopping Sherlock from destroying the living room or setting the flat on fire. But, it had to be done, if only to keep a roof over John's head. No telling when Sherlock would bring it crashing down.

John climbed out of bed slowly, listening to his joints creak in protest. The room didn't have the best heater and was slightly chilly, raising goosebumps across John's arms. There was a bang from below, and he bolted out the door, not even bothering to grab one of his jumpers for warmth. He wasn't even wearing socks.

Sherlock was in the kitchen. Nothing was exploded. Nothing was blood splattered. Nothing showed any signs of having once been alive and possibly a person. He was wearing a Santa apron. It was even lined with white fuzz. He even had a matching hat.

John's brain stopped all functions for a moment to point how very fucking strange this was.

Most of the kitchen had been cleared of its usual debris. There tiny holiday wreaths hanging from the cabinet doors. There was a Christmas-themed table cloth spread over the table. There was an ancient radio John had never seen before playing “Jingle Bells” in the corner. The chair legs were wrapped in glittery red and green streamers. There was a vase stuffed with candy canes place in the center of the table. Sprigs of fake holly were taped to the door frame. There were Christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling.

It was like a horror movie: Everything slowed down as John tried to process the monstrosity in front of him.

“Oh, hello John,” Sherlock said cheerfully, like he hadn't just woken John up and apparently redecorated the flat in the most tacky way possible. John swore that he could see glitter-covered fake fruit glued to several of the tiny Christmas trees that had forested in their living room over night. “Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”

He didn't sound sorry at all, which pissed John off and if his brain hadn't decided to take a vacation, he probably would have punched his flatmate just to make his sentiments known.

Sherlock finally turned to look at him, and when he did, he froze. A surprised smirk flashed across his face before it was replaced by a carefully blank stare. John felt his hair prickle in warning.

“John,” Sherlock said, putting down the streamer he'd been twisting into a bow. “How interesting.”

“What's interesting?” John said, refusing to step back or look frightened. Not that he was frightened or anything.

“Where your standing,” his flatmate said, taking another long step. He was right in front of John now, close enough that John could almost feel the heat radiating from his chest. This time John did move back, but Sherlock followed him. Then he looked up.

John traced his gaze up, and up, and up, until he saw—

Mistletoe. Sherlock had hung mistletoe in their flat.

Well then.

Never let it be said that John Watson backed down from a challenge.

He reached forward, grabbed Sherlock's shoulders, and tugged him down a little so that John would have better access, and then he snogged him silly.

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I want to leave you a prompt...but I need to pack...so I will leave you this comment..and get back to you with a prompt when I think of one.

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Consider this your placeholder than! :D

[high-flyer87.livejournal.com]

Pinto meets Team Free Will.

Aaaaand GO!

:D

Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto [1/2]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

It was just supposed to be a simple road trip. Just two friends on a road trip through the middle of no where before filming the sequel started and they lost the right to free time. No muss, no fuss, no press.

But of course, that all went to hell, and far too literally for Chris's taste. Zach glanced over at him, terror in his eyes, as the creepy girl with tar-black eyes advanced on them.

“Oh,” she said with a cruel smirk that didn't fit her face. “Well, well, well. I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. Or at least, Annie here is.” There was no one there besides the two actors and the...thing that looked like a person. The thing threw back its head and laughed. “She's screaming at me right now, you know? Wants me to leave you alone. Poor Annie,” the black-eyed thing smirked. “What's going to happen to her when I leave and she's wanted for the murders of her favorite celebrities?”

Chris felt his skin crawl. There was something wrong here, something very, very wrong. He was an actor; he was an expert at reading body language, and there was something off about their attacker's. It – it just felt wrong to call the thing a she, although Chris had no idea why – had stopped their car in the middle of the woods with a wave of its hand, it had pulled them out without even a hint of strain, but its little movements were stiff. Wrong. Unnatural, but not just that. Rusty.

The thing stepped towards them sharply, like it was trying to scare them. It worked; Zach grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him back, away from the thing that looked like a young woman but wasn't.

“Stay away from us,” Zach said shakily. Chris twisted until he could grab Zach's hand, and he held on as if for dear life. The thing sneered at them and stepped forward again.

“Annie's gonna love this,” it said.

“I doubt it, hellbitch.”

A man appeared from behind a tree. His eyes were firmly locked on the woman-that-wasn't, and they were hate filled. He looked kind of like that guy from Dark Angel's hotter older brother. Another man loomed behind him, shadowed by the trees. There was a faint rustling on the opposite side of the road, but when Chris glanced over and back, there was no one there.

“Dean Winchester,” the thing giggled. It tossed its hair like a high school girl. “And little Sammy too. Aw, reunited once again. How was Hell? Crispy, right?”

“I wouldn't be mouthing off, if I were you,” Dean Winchester said with a sneer of his own. He stepped forward slight, catching himself in the moonlight. “You're not in any position to piss us off any more than you already have.”

“I can do what I want,” the thing snarled. “You can't stop me.”

“We already have,” the looming man said flatly. “Look up.”

The thing did, and so did Chris and Zach, because it wasn't like there was anything else that they could do. It took a second to stop them under the night sky, but then the clouds shifted and they could make out the faint gleam of wiring. Back and forth it went, twisting across the road in a pattern that seemed familiar.

A star. A pentagram. And they (and the woman-that-wasn't) were smack in the middle of it.

[elder-bonnie.livejournal.com]

GLEE/SUPERNATURAL!!! WHAT?

A poltergeist is running rampant at William McKinley High School! When the Winchester brothers investigate, they have more trouble avoiding the cast of Glee's spontaneous musical numbers and impromptu duets laced with innuendo than they do with apprehending the poltergeist itself.

[deerang2002.livejournal.com]

am so sorry to cut in, but I just wanted to say that this sounds absolutely lovely!

[setos-puppy.livejournal.com]

Oh, hoho, what's this?

The Losers - DADT being repealed

Feel free to comment on my own prompt post (http://setos-puppy.livejournal.com/278498.html)

Untitled tiny!fill

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

“Why are we doing this?” Pooch said as they all sat down in front of the TV. “I mean, not that I'm opposed to getting drunk, but...seriously? What kind of drinking game are we going to play with fucking CSPAN?”

“The 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' appeal is up today,” Clay said as he settled into an armchair. “And about fucking time.”

“Is it a shot for every yes or a shot for every no?” Aisha asked, examining the alcohol laid out in front of them.

“A shot for every no,” Jensen said. He and Cougar were on the floor, side by side, with their backs against the couch. “That way, if it gets shot down, we'll be too drunk to care. And if it passes, we won't be plastered enough that we have to forgo victory sex until the morning.”

“Ew. I mean, yay, y'all can have sex wherever now that you don 't have to worry about getting kicked out, but ew. I did not need that mental image,” Pooch complained. Cougar rolled his eyes and huffed, but their was a smirk lurking around his lips. He was already opening up liquor bottles and sorting out the shot glasses. “You know what I mean.”

“Whatever dude,” Jensen said, fiddling with the volume. “Get ready to get drunk.”

(And of course, when the inevitable happened, Jensen and Cougar had to evacuate the living room pretty damn fast, because dude, sex.)

[katemonkey.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know what? Jacobina Jensen doing ridiculously domestic shit, like...sewing. Or crafting. And swearing at herself for liking it so much.

[moonandhope.livejournal.com]

Jake Jensen loves to watch Merlin with his boyfriend/just friend, Cougar, and comment on how totally in love Merlin and Arthur are.

[seventhpack.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Crossover Losers / Buffy:tVS
Pairings: and combo of Xander with Jensen and/or Cougar
Prompt: while on the run from max the guys run into Xander on a hunt

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that I'm not that familiar with Buffy. :/ Is there anything else you'd like instead?

[freak-in-corner.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Glee/Supernatural or losers
Pairing: Gen or puck/kurt please
Prompt: Puck's dad is actually (a loser or someone from supernatural), puck meets him and finds out he's not so deadbeat after all

Glee/SPN: A Father's Journal [1/3]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

A Father's Journal

i. Discovering

Puck didn't really know what he was expecting when he went through his dad's old stuff. His mom had packed all of it away in boxes after that fateful Last Time, when he left and never came back. Puck had never quite worked up enough resolve to even go up the ladder to the attic, where everything was stashed. His mom was still refusing to talk about it, but she grieved with the resigned air of someone who had gotten exactly what they expected. His little sister hadn't even been born yet. Sometimes Puck wondered if he was the only one in the family who wondered what life would have been like if Puckerman Senior had stuck around.

The first box was easy, at first. He attacked it with his switch blade, slicing through the masking tape that held the flaps down. Inside was...clothes. His dad's clothes. Okay. Puck wavered for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He'd done it. He was staring at something that had belonged to his father, a man he barely remembered except for the smell of beer and gunpowder. He reached in and rubbed the back of his hand along the faded plaid.

He pulled out one shirt, and then another. He held them up each of them to his chest, comparing the size. (He was grateful that no one was around to see this because it probably counted as creepy. Whatever. He was badass enough to have moments. Kur—Hummel had them all the time and he was a stone-cold bitch.) When he got to the bottom, his hand ran into something that was definitely not a shirt.

A...diary? No, his dad may have been a deadbeat, but he was still kinda badass. Maybe? A journal. That was manly, right? All those explorer dudes way back had had journals. Not diaries. His little sister had a diary, not that he'd read it or anything.

A leather-bound journal stuffed at the bottom of a box full of his dad's old shirts.

This could be interesting.

[whogeek.livejournal.com]

Losers/Leverage
Nate/Eliot and Jensen/Cougar XD
Losers track Max to Boston, much insanity ensues, Leverage team lends a hand with the op/gets in the way with their own thing/etc crazy hijinx. :D

[katrinbisiani.livejournal.com]

Losers/Inception

Arthur and Jensen are buddies from back in the military, having both being part of the Somnacin project. Eames was around even back then, as a liason with the english version of the Somnacin project.

They meet every year and take a walk into Jensen mind, because it's the most interesting. This time they take Cougar with them.

Hope this isn't too long and interesting enough ;)

[ldydragon7.livejournal.com]

Ohhh I love prompt memes.

The Blue Sword - Robin McKinley
Harry/Corlath, post book, Negotiations with the Homelanders

and/or

The Losers
Jensen/Cougar, Understanding/When they first met it was like something just clicked into place

Thank you so much :D

[ldydragon7.livejournal.com]

And ummmm, if its not to much to ask for another prompt ...

Provost's Dog - Tamora Pierce
Beka/Rosto, Midwinter celebrations

The Lowering Of, Beka/Rosto

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

The Day After Midwinter

I am writing this with a terrible headache. I had far too much wine last night, and it's made my head feal feel like it's full of bees. Angry, angry bees.

As I'm writing this, in bed, there is a man beside me. A very handsome, very roguish man. With whom I had...relations with last night (or was it this morn?), and who was possibly the last man in Tortall that I should have relations with. What was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't.

I should start at the beginning:

I hadn't any plans for midwinter night. I had already made the trek up to my lord's house to trade gifts with my brothers and sisters. I had left with in a foul temper, which was far from unusual, and my only plans had been to feed the pigeons and lock myself in my rooms with my cat. Of course my friends found that unexceptionable, because they have no idea what boundaries are.

I was dragged across the lane to the Dancing Dove, entirely against my will, I might add. Once I was there – as well as most of my surviving Litter-mates and their significant others – Rosto seemed determined to get me thoroughly drunk.

He succeeded, of course, and with great amount of alcohol come a great lowering of expectations standards inhibitions.

But I can write no more now, because the great lug is stirring, and I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. And then I'm going to suggest we try again, because I didn't quite catch it the first time....

(But first I must let Pounce out, because I apparently did not give him a chance last night to escape from the rooms, and now he claims to be mentally scarred from the experience. I think he'll get over it.)

[the-other-sandy.livejournal.com]

Here via losers_fic.

Fandom: Losers

Pairing: Cougar/Jensen

Prompt: Maybe it's just me, but Oscar looked like he'd lost a lot of weight in the scene at Jensen's niece's soccer game compared to how he looked in the rest of the movie. I'd like to see a missing scene set between the Port of LA finale and the soccer game explaining the weight loss. Illness? Life on the run wearing on him? Too much time to think now that they're not constantly running for their lives?

[weird-fin.livejournal.com]

Law & Order: SVU, having to work during the holidays, Elliot/Olivia (or non-pairing but revolving around their partnerships) other ensemble can appear too if you prefer.

[belle-favrielle.livejournal.com]

The Losers - Cougar/Jensen

I just want some h/c where Jensen has a cold or is sick or something. :3

Soup, Cougar/Jensen, G

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

“No. No, I am not allowed to get sick,” Jensen sniffled. He leaned against the doorway, blurry eyed from sleep. His nose was red and running, and he sounded like he was speaking through a tube. “We don't have time for me to get sick.”

“Too damn bad,” Aisha smirked from her position on the couch. Her head was resting on Clay's thigh, and neither of them were acknowledging it. Emotionally stunted bastards.

“It's a cold, Jay,” Pooch laughed. “It's not like you're dying.”

“Liar,” Jensen spat, sneezing. “I've got the Black Death, and I'm going to die, and then who's going to crash Goliath's stock?” He sneezed again. “I hope I give you my germs.”

“Salud,” Cougar murmured from behind Jensen. He glared at the rest of the team before leading their tech away from the group and towards the kitchen. He sat Jensen down in a chair, ignoring his muttered complaints about being treated like a doll. There was an open can of soup on the counter and a pan in the sink. Campbell's chicken soup, a Losers' specialty. (None of them could cook, which usually made their options limited.)

“Eat,” the sniper ordered, planting the bowl of the stuff, along with a spoon, in front of Jensen. Jensen dutifully picked up the spoon and dug in, even though he wasn't really hungry. He'd learned long ago not to quibble with food, because you didn't always know when or where your next meal was going to come from.

Cougar sat down across from him and watched the whole time, making sure that Jensen ate every bite. When he was done, and the last of the broth was consumed, Cougar leaned over and kissed the top of Jensen's forehead.

“Siéntase mejor, guapo.”

[erkn.livejournal.com]

Fandom: The Losers.
Pairing:Cougar/fem!Jensen
Prompt: Difficulties choosing Christmas gifts for each other.

[katrinbisiani.livejournal.com]

I don't know if multiple prompting is allowed but if it isn't just choose which prompt sounds better to you, I will not mind!

Fandom: The Losers
Pairing: fem!Cougar/Jensen
Prompt: Cougar isn't going to let anything stop her from getting the hacker for herself. Not anything, not anyone

Ready, Aim, Fire, The Losers

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

She never expected to fall in love. It blindsided her in a way that few things did. She didn't even notice it until it was almost too late – until she lost him forever.

They were on a mission, of course. It when to shit, of course. Jensen nearly got himself killed in a spectacularly stupid fashion – of course. Cougar was pinned down behind a battered wall, firing shot after shot at their targets, but the angle was God awful and she wasn't really doing much more than distracting them, if that. There was sand in her hair, and the sun shone brightly in the sky, overexposing the entire fight like a scene from a movie.

Cougar's clip ran out of bullets, and she had to pause, wasting precious seconds fumbling for her spare, her fingers slick with sweat and blood. Just as she jammed the fucker home and rose to her knees to rain death on them again, an unnatural quiet swept over them all. She squinted from underneath the brim of her hat, ignoring the hairs raising on the back of her neck, ignoring the part of her that was screaming with panic. Sudden silence on the battle field was never a sign of something good.

She blinked and—

They had Jensen. He was on his knees, hands held harmlessly above his head, and they had a gun trained on him – close, but not close enough so that he could make a grab for it. They were smirking. They were laughing. They thought that they had the Losers in the palms of their hands, and they were right. Not even Roque was going to move when there was a chance that the bastards would blow Jensen's geek brains out.

It hit her, then, that she loved the juvenile, obnoxious, infuriating, charming man named Jake Jensen, and that he was going to die if they didn't do something, and that she was the only one who could do something, because no one could fire a gun like she could.

So even though the angle was bad, and the sun was glaring at her like an blazing angel, she cocked the gun, lined up her shot, and fired.

She hadn't even caught him yet, but he was hers, and no one was going to take him away from her.

She was going to kill anyone who tried.

[chibifukurou]

Tamora Pierce: Pre-Immortal's series

Lindhall Reed/Arram Draper

Onua said that Arram went for blonds, she didn't say they were all women.

Thank you so much for offering to do this, I might try to do this myself after the New Year, but if you'd like something written now I've still got 7 slots open on the last drabble give'a'way I took part in.

Also I totally understand if this is too Rare a pairing, I just saw a prompt for it and now I can't get it out of my head.

[cthulhamonster.livejournal.com]

This one has been in my brain since the DADT was repealed. I would love a story where don't ask don't tell is sort of a chirstmas present to Cougar/Jensen out in the field somewhere. I've never prompted before, so sorry if this is too much direction or too little.

[karmakaze22.livejournal.com]

I posted this already, but I wanted to see what you could do with it.

Here Ye, Hear Ye! I declare a challenge!

I was wondering what everyone else thought that each guys theme song would be. I personally think that Cougar's would be I'm Too Sexy, but I don't really know what the others would be. SO anyone who wants to take up the challenge....here be the rules:

1. Jensen probably should be narrating it (He's the only one crazily sane enough to be thinking about this!)

2. All the guys need a theme song
3. The group collectively needs a theme song.

That's it. Have at it fellow Loser fans!

[alocine-89.livejournal.com]

*flails*

okay, so you're one of my favourite EVER Losers writers - I had no idea you wrote Numb3rs though!


soooo, can I see something with Don and Coop in fugitive recovery, just being the adorable badasses we love?

also, can I friend you? I don't want to miss anything you write, EVER.