Ficlets by request

[kellifer]

I have 3 4 5 stories I really need to finish and my muse has completely and not unsurprisingly... abandoned me like a used candy wrapper on the side of the road.

Help me woo her back.

Request some timestamps/pre/post/missing scenes of anything I've written.

*Anything*

I'm not actually expecting many of you to be around because I think it's like night o'clock Sunday for most of you but what the hell.

I will write 3 4 5 as many as I can squeeze out before I actually get my mojo back and start writing what I'm supposed to be writing.

Hi new people who have recently joined, don't be shy. :)

ETA: Can anyone point me in the direction of any good up-for-grabs posted Justin Long icons??

Comments

[pinkfinity.livejournal.com]

Any Sam/Jess timestamping?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"We're supposed to be leaving in like... five minutes."

Jess stands, exasperated, at the end of his bed. The focus of his exasperation is sprawled in an untidy heap of limbs and shaggy hair right in the middle and hasn't moved despite Jess's very valiant efforts to be as noisy as possible as he got ready.

"I can be ready in twenty seconds flat, believe me," a voice opines. Sam's arm is thrown as flimsy defense over his eyes as Jess snaps the bedroom curtains wide and sun bleeds into the room. "So leave me alone for four minutes and forty seconds."

"You've just used up your four minutes arguing for your four minutes," Jess points out, jiggling a foot that is temptingly exposed to the air. It disappears under the blankets as soon as the gentle jiggle turns into a scraping of nails on the arch.

"You're mean," Sam announces, finally levering himself upright. He pokes out his tongue and Jess has to bite down on his lip to hold in the laughter because Sam is six-foot-plus of scarred, lean behemoth and he resembles a petulant six year old if he doesn't get to sleep in. Jess had asked Sam about it once and Sam had just said something cryptic about catching up.

How he'd had to always beat even the birds out of bed when he was younger.

Jess, who never arose from his coma before two in the afternoon between the ages of fourteen and nineteen was aghast at the very prospect and so more often than not cut Sam a little slack.

Not today though. Today it mattered if they were late because like the dink town it was, there was only one bus that actually managed to arrive in Stars Hollow per day that left from a real city.

Jess restrained himself from reminding Sam, very loudly and with wet willies for emphasis that it was Sam who wanted to visit his "hometown". Sam, who had gotten inexplicably but endearingly excited at the very idea of Stars Hollow.

[ktnb]

Awwwww, Sam with his catching up. *loves this too*

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

Does this, in anyway or form that might or might not leave me crying with joy, mean there will be more fic?
Also \o/

[pinkfinity.livejournal.com]

Oh, how did I miss this notification, silly LJ! This is wonderful and perfectly them and so good and what are the reactions from the Stars Hollow folk going to be?

THANK YOU so much!

[lelann137.livejournal.com]

love it! please please please give us a dean and sam parent trap meeting. come on! it could be fun. haha, thanks for sharing