COMMENT FIC POST

[slybrunette]

I can't write. Prompt me.

Guidelines:

Fandoms: Lost, Grey's Anatomy. BSG, Gossip Girl, Oz, anything else that you know I watch. Any pairings go.
Prompt me with a fandom, character/pairing, and either a prompt word, song lyric, or picture.

I'm trying to get back in the habit of doing more than one fandom, so, really, you're helping me here.

Comments

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Lost. Kate/Penny. (or if you'd like something a little easier how about some Kate/Jack?)

Prompt: "When you have a dream you've got to grab it and never let go."

maybe we didn't want to be found {kate, penny}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

*it wanted to be femslashy, it really did, and it's close. hopefully it's alright -- never really written Penny*

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Penny always wanted to live on the edge, the dangerous side. Little girls were supposed to dream of growing up princesses, rich and married, everything and everyone at their beck and call.

But when that’s something you already have, what’s left to attain? Instead Penny grew up dreaming of open roads and dark motels. She dreamed of something different from this life, from perfection and connections and pretending her father was something other than a manipulative bastard, pretending everything she had wasn’t tainted by that fact.

The instant the pretty brunette with the baby in her arms walks on board the boat, something flutters in her stomach. She doesn’t understand until later, when she sees her watching the blue sea beneath them the next morning, a need for escape, the fear that she can’t, in her eyes. Because this woman, Kate, she’s exactly who Penny always wanted to grow up to be.

There is something to be said for living vicariously through others. She’s happy to see Desmond, happier than maybe she’s ever been, but in the past few years she’s learned to live without him. She can’t just jump back into the way it was before. So she keeps the other woman in her sight line for most of the first few days, feels this change in energy just from being around her. And one night she’ll find her way out of bed and out onto the boat in the dark and Kate’s there, just like Penny thought she would be.

“Do you miss it?” Penny asks, into the cool breeze when she settles along the railing next to Kate. The other woman looks at her with wild emerald eyes and a confused expression on her face. “The island.”

“No.” Her response is automatic, belies absolutely nothing. Penny just watches her, as if waiting for her to realize she isn’t buying what Kate is selling. Lying seems second nature for this woman. “I do. I miss it.”

“Freedom,” rolls of Penny’s tongue, one word of many that circulate in her mind. It’s Kate’s turn to look at her, to watch her, like she’s suddenly seeing something she’d missed before.

In the distance, somewhere so far that Penny can trick herself into believing she’s only seeing things, land looms. She closes her eyes to it, and she can feel Kate shift next to her. Closer.

There must be something wrong with them, the two of them. People who never wanted to return. People who never wanted to be found.

[gigglemonster.livejournal.com]

Yay comment fic! Jen did picture prompts just last night which I think is very fun and creative. So I'm going to go find a picture for you too :)

LOST - Sawyer/Claire - http://i33.tinypic.com/zl69lg.jpg (http://i33.tinypic.com/zl69lg.jpg)

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

*lol i wish i knew where this was coming from -- got no clue on this though. i tried*

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Claire buys a Christmas tree for their shitty little apartment. One of those short ones that stand about two feet tall if you’re lucky, the kind that are meant as centerpieces or decorations to be placed in windows.

She goes nuts decorating it too, colored lights that leave shadows on the wall when she forgets to turn it off (which is almost every night; he’ll find her asleep on the couch because, you know, they still just drift off wherever they are, they haven’t relearned the idea of bed as the place where you’re supposed to go to sleep), and small glass ornaments she gets in tiny clear plastic boxes from the Target down the road. She looks so damned pleased the day she finishes her little tree that could that he bites back the ‘happy now Charlie Brown?’ that tries to pass through his lips (too early for that, for so many reasons). He sticks another cigarette between them instead and walks out onto the four foot long piece of deck that juts off of their apartment.

Sawyer never liked the holidays. Too many ghosts to rear their heads.

When he comes back in she’s curled up against the side of the couch, head resting on the armrest, eyes fixed somewhere between the door and the circular magenta, teal, and yellow shadows, as if in a trance that she has the power to turn on and off. “Thank you for not saying anything,” her voice is quiet and sober, muffled against her hands, but it’s the only sound in the room.

He’s not used to being thanked. All that comes out as a response is a mumbled, “You’re welcome.”

It’s the first night in a long while that she doesn’t fall asleep on the couch.

[enamors.livejournal.com]

GA - Al/Iz - Secret Santa. (Or Holiday Gift Exchange if you don't do Christmas).

this holiday is overrated {alex/izzie}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

They do the same stupid Secret Santa (except they can’t call it that, because it’s a ‘holiday gift exchange’ lest they seem to forget about religious diversity) they do every year and Alex draws the name of some resident he isn’t sure he’s ever met. It’s not like he’s very good at shopping for gifts for people he knows, much less people he doesn’t. Half the time, when it’s just him, he doesn’t even bother with the holiday.

“You look worried,” Izzie asks, not bothering to hide her smile in reaction to his frown. “What did you do? Draw Cristina’s name?”

Yeah, right. He wishes. Gladly, he hands over the slip of paper, the name printed in green ink. Someone was trying too hard to be holiday. “Who is that?”

And because Izzie is (or was, considering lately, but the past few days she seems…better) cheery a good eighty percent of the time, she draws people in, and therefore pretty much knows everyone, at least enough to put a name to a face. Which would be why she nods her head in recognition, as she says, “I know her. Pretty girl in pediatrics. I’m surprised you haven’t slept with her.”

“I wouldn’t rule that out,” he replies. He doesn’t know. He’s not great at remembering names, in any case.

She glares, presses the slip into his hand with a certain roughness, and then with an overexaggerated sigh asks, “I’m going shopping when I get off work. Do you need to tag along since you can’t do this on your own?”

He hates shopping. However, it’s with her, maybe it’ll take the edge off of having to dodge thirty people just to get in the door, then having to stand in line for twenty minutes. It’s not like he has much other choice – just not following through really isn’t an option. “I’m off at seven.”

“I know,” she says, turning to leave but not before actually kissing him for a change, deliberate like she’s making a point. Maybe to him, maybe to herself, maybe to someone else (he doesn’t have a clue who, but he is not one for complaining and overanalyzing when the hot girl is kissing him).

Christmas and gift giving are overrated. She is not.

[seattle-dreams.livejournal.com]

Ooh yay!

MerDer New Years Eve would be nice. :)

i think i'm happy now, at least from time to time {meredith/derek}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

*it, um, well...it came out dirty. i hope that's not a problem. if it is i've got more requests to write and hopefully one of those works for you*

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Meredith makes it home half an hour before midnight on New Year’s Eve 2009, which has got to be a record. She hasn’t been home on New Year’s Eve since she started working at Seattle Grace.

There’s a bottle of champagne chilling on the dining room table, and Dick Clark is on the television, or at least his show is. Derek looks faintly amused when she rushes in the door, like she’s late for some party.

“Where is everyone?” She asks, looking into the kitchen but finding that just as empty as the living room.

“Sadie’s working. Karev and Stevens are upstairs…doing something.” He makes this face like maybe he’d heard all about it earlier, and he probably had, knowing them. Strangely, that’s one of the things that make it feel like home. That happy, relaxed smile on Derek’s face right now? Well, that’s starting to be one of the others. “It’s just us.”

At some point, in between her shrugging off her coat and saying, “well, that’s a nice change of pace,” he gets his arms around her waist and his lips on her neck and it all kind of goes south from there. They end up on the couch, their hands all over one another, her in her bra and the blouse she’d worn completely unbuttoned, him with his pants half off, like two horny teenagers. She can’t help but think the last time they had sex like this, all frantic and mildly concerned that someone would walk in on them, was in his car at Izzie’s party. Only she’s supposed to be sleeping with him this time around, and that feels so very, very strange, having a boyfriend and not having to hide it because he’s married or an attending dating an intern. It’s strange but it’s good. It feels good.

He feels good too. Warm and hard underneath her, as she rocks her hips, flexes in this way that she knows makes him groan, the way that she figured out by accident, and he later came to describe as ‘the bendy thing’ (well, that’s one of the things; she happens to be incredibly flexible, you know). They’ve really gotten this down to a science by now, they know where to touch and which way to move and when. It sounds like it would be boring, it should be boring, taking all the thrill out of discovery, but it’s not. It feels right, most of the time.

Vaguely, Meredith can hear the countdown start on the television, see the flashing lights against their skin, green and blue and purple, a sharp contrast to the reds and yellows behind her eyelids because all her nerve endings are just absolutely on fire as she comes around him, back arching and hands gripping both him and the couch cushion.

She remembers to breathe when the countdown hits twelve. She smiles at nine. At five, he’s giving her a breathy “happy new year”, and she doesn’t even see the ball drop because he’s kissing her and she’s so wrapped up in him she doesn’t even know what year it just turned.

[workswithwords.livejournal.com]

Grey's - Alex/Izzie - "no one knows what its like."

if i tell you a secret you won't tell a soul {alex/izzie}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

“If I told you I was seeing people who shouldn’t really…be there, would you think I was crazy?”

It’s a valiant effort on her part, saying anything at all. It has taken her far too long to get to the point where she even felt capable of bringing it up. Of anyone he would be the one who would best understand her. He’s the least likely to leave her, to turn her over to some psych team. It’s not what she needs – it is what she can deal with.

No one knows what it’s like, but he’s as close to someone who does as she’s ever going to find.

He turns serious, suddenly, that smile (and it’s a real smile, the kind she never sees until the door is closed behind them, safety in hidden places) disappearing right along with her courage. It’s okay; when she needs him most is generally when he pulls it together. “That’s what this is about,” Alex says, calmly.

“That’s what this is about,” accompanies her exhale.

Instinct kicks in here, with his hand on her cheek, and his breath so close to her that it’s all she can feel. “It’ll be okay; we’ll figure this out,” he says (because it’s just what people say) and she tries so, so hard to believe him. To believe in him (or is it herself that she's supposed to be believing in, cause if it is they're way beyond lost causes).

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Lost, Jack/Claire, milk

thought i could leave her for a season but i just got cold {jack/claire}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

*i am not confident with this at all -- however it's done and I tried and that's what matters right?*

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Somehow he expects her to look different. The tan fades from their skin, all of them, the ones that came back. He looks in the mirror and he sees a hollowed out, tired face that isn’t helped by his newfound pallor.

Claire looks the same as she always did. All milky, smooth skin, full of life in that way that he’s not sure he ever was – island or no island. The perfect opposite of him. It helps; he can look at her and he doesn’t see any part of himself in her. Blood is easy to ignore that way.

Jack likes to run his fingers along her skin, searching out scars that she doesn’t remember getting, something to mar perfection, something to prove that they’re all messed up, just a little. The pad of his thumb will hit a raised strip of skin along her lower abdomen, remnants of the Others and whatever it is they did, and she’ll sigh in this way that sounds like frustration mixed with need.

Those scars are the only thing different. The only telling sign.

Somehow they make him feel less like he’s destroying something beautiful, something previously good. Jack, and all his pills and his half-empty glass full of vodka or scotch or whatever’s handy, just like good old dad.

It allows him to convince himself that this is in fact akin to healing.

(His logic is flawed – then again so is everything else around here)

[darkandtwisty02.livejournal.com]

Ohh Thank you Thank you! Can't wait to read some

Meredith/Derek

Proposal

I really, really need this right now, in the land of Mer/Der we are lacking :)

Thank you in advance :)

maybe today i've got a question for you {meredith/derek}

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

*look at this as a testament to how much I value you hun, because these things do not come easily. set sometime in the future. hope you enjoy -- i tried*

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There isn’t any getting down on one knee. To his credit, Derek knows better than that by now. He knows she would’ve run, said no.

Instead, it’s, “you want to get married?” in such a conversational tone that if she wasn’t paying attention she probably would’ve missed it.

Meredith waits to hear him call it a Freudian slip. He never does, he isn’t even really looking at her, in the middle of cooking breakfast. “What?” comes out stammered and she doesn’t know whether to smile or frown. She settles for this look on her face that she knows can’t be all that warm or pleasant. She’s having a hard time caring.

“I just figured I’d ask.” He actually shrugs when he says it. Shrugs. This is Derek she’s talking about. It just doesn’t make sense.

“Aren’t you...isn’t this supposed to go differently?” She finally asks.

He smiles, like it’s a joke he’s in on that no one else is. “How would you like me to do it?”

“I don’t…” she has no answer for him. It’s not that she’s never thought about it, she has, but she always figured it as something she would say yes to for him. Because it would be good for them. “Are you serious?”

“Should I be?”

“Stop answering my questions with questions?”

Derek comes around from behind the stove, presses her into the counter, inches from her. That smile never leaves his face, and damn if it isn’t contagious. “Marry me?”

“Fine.” She replies, like she’s giving in, like it’s forced, but really, this is why she’s saying yes. This, all of it, proposing on a random Thursday over breakfast, with absolutely no precursor. He gets her. So she’s saying yes. “If it’s what you want,” and she’s got this stupid grin on her face and she just wishes he would kiss her, just so that she could feel like less of an idiot.

“You’re sure now? No second thoughts?” He’s purposely stalling; she hates him a little bit for it.

“I’m sure.” Meredith’s laughing as he kisses her, long and deliberate and somehow everything feels so right.

[darkandtwisty02.livejournal.com]

Ok make that two requests....

Alex/Meredith

FRIENDSHIP

[remainvanishing.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy, Mark/Lexie, storm

[lenina20.livejournal.com]

Lost; Kate/Cassidy: our mutual friend

OR

BSG; Kara/Leoben: forever starts right now

[starseed4.livejournal.com]

Meredith/Alex
"In the end everyone ends up alone"

[foibles-fables.livejournal.com]

OOH fun.

How about Grey's, Alex/Lexie, "this heart needs a second chance"?

I've been hankering for some Alex/Lexie lately.

[couture7.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy, Meredith meets Derek's mom.

Hope that's not too complicated haha. Thanks!

[bebitched.livejournal.com]

I'll give you some prompts from each fandom that we share, just so you get a variety.

Lost; Shannon; crystal, invisible stain, white tablecloth
Lost; Aaron/Clementine; paper cut, lighter
Lost; Kate/Cass or Kate/Sun; gasoline, Iowa border, payphone
GA; Alex/Meredith; pep talk
GA; Lexie/Meredith; crayons
BSG; Kara; "tell me what my hands were made for/tell me who my mouth was made for"

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

ILU. That is all.

[raisingirl99.livejournal.com]

If you feel like a crossover...

Pairing: Sayid (Lost) / Irina (Alias)
Prompt: firecracker

Otherwise...

Pairing: Sayid / Kate (I am so predictable)
Prompt: trapeze

[krilymcc.livejournal.com]

Lost, Penny, mother

[30_rock_office.livejournal.com]

I don't knwo if you're still looking for prompts, but here goes...Locke/Claire: need you & Sayid/Kate: as I lay dying. Hope this helps! Thanks. :]