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    Tuesday, October 10th, 2023
    1:53 pm
    i'm so hot for the rich girl
    So, a few months ago (was January a 'few' months ago, or is it by now a couple of ages ago?) heylittleriver and I were emailing about fandom (it's what we do...) and she suggested I do the fic-prompts-by-anon meme that was going around.

    Needless to say, that meme's no longer really going around, and though there are similar things happening, I thought I might try to bring it back. So. Here we are.

    TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE, OH ANONYMOUS!

    Leave a comment with a fandom you want to see me write. You can specify a character or pairing, an episode, some other random prompt thing. Then I will write something for you (except that I won't know it's you, because you're anonymous, so really I'll be writing for mystery!person, but I like that idea too!)


    (What I can/might be able to write: The West Wing, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG1, Grey's Anatomy, Sports Night, Battlestar Galactica (nothing from 2.5 though, please), Bones, House, CSI:NY. The last three are very tentative, but hey, I'll give it a try.)

    Post unlocked so you can be anonymous. :D
    1:53 pm
    Fic Update: Broken Hearts Break Faster Every Day
    Title: Broken Hearts Break Faster Every Day
    Author: alaira
    Fandom: The West Wing
    Rating: PG13
    Disclaimer: the West Wing belongs to Sorkin, Wells, et al. Titles and summary belong to Paper Moon. I only borrow, and promise to put back neatly when finished.
    Summary: these broken hearts break faster every day // move further apart // regret not having stayed
    Notes: For round one over a tww_minis, because anita_coffee wanted Donna with CJ and the campaign and dancing. It was amazingly kind of raedbard to give me my west wing girl-OTP (accidentally, I think), and I really tried to come round to Amy somehow, but it never quite got there. There is the CJ and Campaign and Dancing, though. Enjoy!

    ( fake cut to the fic journal )
    1:53 pm
    Sedatives and Painkillers - SG1 fic
    Yes! I wrote fic! Well, I wrote it AGES ago, but I'm posting it... NOW! I'm scared please hold me

    Title: Sedatives and Painkillers
    Author: alaira
    Fandom, Ship: SG1, Daniel/Janet
    Rating: PG
    Spoilers: Meridian, Full Circle, Fallen, Homecoming
    Disclaimer: Daniel, Janet and associated Stargate-ness belong to MGM and others. Lyrics belong to Sweetsalt. I can claim neither.
    Notes: I wrote this in January of 2005, and heylittleriver should be thanked for pushing me to pull it off my harddrive and into the light of livejournal. She also deserves thanks for the quick beta and skillful removal of unnecessary commas.

    (Zee Fake Cut will take you to my writing journal. Yaye.)

    Now, off to cross post. If I'm doing this at all, I may as well do it right...
    1:53 pm
    Same Me, Different Ship
    TITLE: Suspended Peace
    AUTHOR: alaira
    SPOILERS: Not really.
    RATING: PG.
    ARCHIVE: ask first, svp.
    SUMMARY: Awake she is intense, fiery, but when asleep, all of her lines seem to soften.
    NOTE: Don't know what possessed me to write Toby/Andrea. Quite possibly it was femslashqueen, though this is, I think, significantly different.



    At night, it still feels like she is his.

    During the day, he is busy with work, and so is she, but possibly in between she has lunch with men who aren't him-- what more they have, he doesn't know. He doesn't want to know.

    Awake she is intense, fiery, but when asleep, all of her lines seem to soften.

    And she comes home still, and sleeps with him in their bed. She covers with a thin sheet, pulling it over her shoulder and tight around her neck. He wraps his arm around the sheet, wanting to be close, but not so close she pulls away.

    He doesn't know how long this will last, this suspended peace. He's terrified of waking up and finding that she's gone; most nights he simply doesn't fall asleep.

    But he cherishes these sleepless nights, because at night, it still feels like she is his.

    1:53 pm
    yay! fanfic!
    TITLE: Elmo
    AUTHOR: alaira
    SPOILERS: Eppur Si Muove
    RATING: PG.
    ARCHIVE: ask first, svp.
    NOTE: It's AmyDonna, though it may seem like an afterthought. And it might be worth noting that I haven't actually seen Eppur Si Muove , so it's possible that this whole thing contradicts, you know, canon and stuff.


    "I think Elmo hates me," Donna says over the phone.

    Perhaps Amy's first thought is "Elmo?", but she can picture Donna's pretty pout and instead says, "Don't be bizarre, nobody hates you."

    "You only think that."

    "Name one person who doesn't like you," Amy challenges.

    "Elmo," Donna mopes, the switches gears. "Anyway, the President was an idiot to fire you."

    "Maybe, but in the end, I actually quit," Amy reminds her, though she's not wild about where this conversation is headed.

    "Then maybe you're the idiot," Donna throws back easily. "If you were still around, you could have talked the First Lady out of this whole Sesame Street PR thing. I mean, they're Muppets, they don't need vaccinations!"

    "Ah," Amy says, "Muppets. Makes sense now."

    "I'd rather have you around than Elmo," Donna tells her.

    "Good to know," Amy says, though softly and because of what it might mean if left, she adds, "But how do you know I don't hate you?"

    "Just a feeling I get," Donna says, a smile evident in her voice.

    "Yeah?" Amy asks. "And I get the feeling you should go make friends with Elmo. Having a Muppet not liking you can't be a good thing."

    "Did you miss the part where I said he hates me?"

    "You'll win him over. And if you don't, he's a puppet. Pull his strings until he relents."

    "Har har. And thanks for the vote of confidence, there."

    "No problem. Knock 'em dead, babe."

    "Amy," Donna says quickly, because she's afraid of the call ending before she says it. I miss you, she thinks.

    "Yeah?"

    I miss you. She can't say it; it would mean too much. "I've, uh, I've got to go."

    "Mm-kay," Amy agrees.

    Donna slides the receiver back into it's cradle. "I miss you," she whispers to the phone. She blinks, looks up. She has a muppet to win over. Elmo wont' know what hit him, she thinks. And besides, there will always be another phone call.

    There always is.


    I don't do cross posting, and by this I mean I don't know how. So I'm double posting, because I can. Already posted at amydonna.
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