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25 December 2013 @ 10:00 pm
Holiday Gifts for My F-List  
Happy Holidays to all!

It seems I've spent the last few years apologizing in this post that college has taken over my life and this year is no different.

I'm finally a senior and months shy of graduating with my bachelors. That's the good news. The bad news? I've got 6 more years of grad school after that. /headdesk/

Last year I gave up my streak of whitecollar100 drabbles, just shy of prompt 100. This year, even sadder, I gave up my streak at numb3rs100, which I had kept going since prompt #32. #426 was my last weekly prompt and I gave up doing the monthly rewinds as well. /sadface/

So I remain a bad LJ friend with little hope in sight of that changing, though I do have January off this year! I miss having a life outside of school, but my future is important. This must be done for my career to begin anew.

So it's not that I haven't wanted to be here with all of you, I just haven't been able to manage it. I want you all to know I haven't forgotten you and despite the almost complete absence of replies to comments, I do still appreciate your support and do think of you and miss you often. Every time someone comments on one of my infrequent fic or responds to one of my now rare Confession posts I feel grateful that there are such good-hearted people out there and I feel lucky to know you.

While I am super far behind on past years, I am still going ahead with my traditional holiday thank you to my F-list, offering to write short fic as gifts. Some years it takes me the whole year to get most of them done, some longer. But I do care and I do want to do this for my friends.

I know that I pretty much had to give up on doing any birthday fic so please do at least put a prompt here for me to fill for you. You – my LJ friends – are important to me and this is now one of my few ways to show it.

Leave a comment on this post between Christmas and January 31st and I'll respond with a custom ficlet just for you. Here's my recently expanded published fandom list for you to choose from. You may pick a single fandom or two to crossover (crossovers a bonus!) or fuse. Gen, Het, Slash, Cest are all available as are crossover pairings.

Fic Fandoms:

Numb3rs, Supernatural, Heroes, Criminal Minds, The Unit, Psych, Bones, Miracles, Brimstone, Cupid, Blood Ties, Primeval, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Firefly, Burn Notice, Dollhouse, Leverage, The Mentalist, Castle, White Collar, Lie to Me, Covert Affairs, Hawaii Five-0, Sherlock, X-Men, Revenge, Sandman, Fairy Tales, Angel, Buffy, His Dark Materials/The Golden Compass.

I'll also give a try if you want Grimm, Once Upon a Time, Warehouse 13 , Perception, John Doe, Max Headroom, X Files, Charmed, ST:TNG, Star Trek: Reboot, Elementary, Sleepy Hollow, Marvel's Agents of SHIELD, Almost Human, Person of Interest and the Avengers Movieverse.
(Please note that I haven't seen every episode of many fandoms listed on this post, even my official ones, so my ability to fic them is limited. Also please try not to spoil me too much in your requests. Thx!)

Lurkers! Consider this your annual amnesty!

For those of you who read for the fic without ever commenting, if you were ever going to delurk, now's the perfect time to do it. Say hi, leave me a ♥ - whatever you feel comfortable with. If you have my LJ friended leave me a fandom and I'll write you a little ficcy present. What do you have to lose? I promise I don't won't bite. ;-)

I send good thoughts out to you all and wish you a fabulous holiday season and a wonderful, healthy and happy new year in 2014.

Thank you for being my LJ friends.

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Jestana: #s: Tuberosesjestana on December 31st, 2013 09:44 am (UTC)
Congrats on getting your bachelor's degree! I'll hopefully get my Masters in the fall. I'll be cheering for you. As for prompts, I'd like Larry/Megan, wedding. Or Jack/Ianto, thawing. Ichabod/Katrina/Abbie, resolution. Enjoy!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 3rd, 2016 08:59 am (UTC)
Numb3rs for Jestana
In the end they'd gone for a simple ceremony by the turtle pond at Cal Sci. Beneath a grand old oak tree Megan stood in a simple white sheath dress, holding a petite bouquet of white peonies. Larry wore a pale grey suit with a white shirt. He held their titanium rings nervously in his hand until Charlie nudged him to give them up to put on the ring bearer's pillow.

There was no music save the tinkling of a nearby wind chime an engineering student had designed based on an Asian musical scale. The sun shone down, tempered by a subtle California breeze. The sound of their officiant's gentle voice floated around them, her blissful affect creating a sense of reverence in the atmosphere of the moment.

They'd written their own vows, of course. Larry's made people chuckle. Megan's made Larry tear up.

Don and Charlie were their witnesses; they stood with them as they bound their lives together in quantum entanglement for as long as they both should draw breath.

That their cake was white surprised no one, however Larry surprised his bride when he cut their first piece: one of the layers beneath the white icing was chocolate.

When he brought a piece to her lips to eat it was even more delicious than she imagined.

And he didn't smush it in her face.

Well, only a little.

She knew she loved him for a reason.
Zubeneschamali: alhambrazubeneschamali on December 31st, 2013 02:10 pm (UTC)
Hiiiiii! Congrats on achieving senior status! If you're up for Almost Human, I would be interested in John/Dorian, artificial.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 29th, 2014 04:26 am (UTC)
Almost Human Fic for Zubeneschamali
John's an ass most of the time. He can't deal with being surrounded by - in his words - fake cops. He uses so many derogatory terms for the 'plastic warriors' (which he always says sarcastically) that Dorian almost requested sensitivity training.

Still, in rare moments - usually after Dorian's saved his or someone's life - John offers him a backhanded compliment, lets him sit next to him during dinner at his favorite dive and then finds a reason to forget to drop him off on the way home, claiming he's had too much to drink and Dorian can always charge up in the morning before shift starts.

It's those nights at John's where the artifice falls away from both men. They talk into the night and in those wee hours nothing artificial of Dorian remains in John's sight and everything John says and feels is completely real.
Ayeshabrowngirl on December 31st, 2013 03:57 pm (UTC)
Congratulations, you accomplished lady! :D

Numb3rs/Firefly crossover, any characters.
xylariaxylaria on December 31st, 2013 04:08 pm (UTC)
:Ducks out from busy student lurker status:

A Numb3rs crossover involving Megan? Maybe CM or Bones or SHIELD or Dr Who? Or Firefly or Leverage or Blood Ties or X-Men?

:Pokes at Numbe3rs/Bones WIP in drafts folder:

Maybe you will inspire me.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 29th, 2014 04:20 am (UTC)
Numb3rs/Firefly Fic for Xylaria
"It's really where I like to be."

"I'd never admit it, but yeah, I like it too."

When Megan craned her neck to make sure neither Don nor Mal were listening, Zoe just waved her off.

"You know there's nothing we've said that they haven't figured out yet or that they couldn't given the right amount of time."

"The right amount of time without us being right there when they need us," Megan added, lifting her glass.

"Or the right amount of time suffering without us there," Zoe added, bringing up her own glass to clink against Megan's.

"Ooh, this sounds like a good time to ask for vacation leave." Megan took a sip of her drink and became thoughtful. "Still, I wish I understood why I don't want to be in charge and why I'm content being someone's second in command."

Zoe drained the last of her glass and set it down with a bit of a thunk, giving Megan a look.

"Seriously, you haven't figured it out yet?" She proceeded to tick off reasons on her fingers. "One: Everyone takes orders from you except for one person. I like that percentage. Two: If the orders aren't good, there's that one person to blame."

At this Megan started chuckling, but Zoe continued.

"Three: We get the best toys and before everyone else. Four: the buck stops with them, not us, and when I say buck I mean blame."

"And guilt," Megan interjected.

"That I keep plenty of for myself." Zoe glanced away briefly, a flash of emotion flitting across her face as she straightened herself up and continued. "And Five: Nothing beats working for an amazing leader - male, female or otherwise."

Megan smiled widely and refilled Zoe's glass.

"I'll drink to that!"
Candi: Ian Nikki - Smilesmustangcandi on December 31st, 2013 05:28 pm (UTC)
*snuggles. Being busy doesn't make you a bad LJ friend. Makes a person who is working on getting a degree. Or someone who moved halfway across the country and started a new job. *cough* I'm equally guilty of being absent. But you know what? We've had stuff to do, haven't we? I know you're still there. You're still awesome. And I still love you. So, here's for graduation and all sorts of new amazing adventures in 2014! *hugs you more

If you are so inclined, because I've been missing them and had a terrible longing for them when I went through my own fic/art yesterday, something Ian/Nikki in the Jet Black series (Numb3rs.) A little drabble will do. I just need a fix. LOL.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 29th, 2014 04:45 am (UTC)
Numb3rs Fic for MustangCandi
She's known Ian's brother Adam for all of five minutes when she gets it.

He's barely walked through the door, he's only just taken off his coat and had barely a few seconds to say hello after Ian just about hugged the life out of his much younger brother.

Adam's hands, once freed from hanging up his coat, move to his hair and undo the ponytail keeping his long hair tamed beneath his motorcycle helmet.

He shakes it out casually, as if completely unaware of how hot he is and how sexy that long hair is.

And it's then that Nikki sees where Ian's obsession with long dark hair began. Adam's is gorgeous: long, thick just shy of inky black yet with a little soft wave that curls up the edges just a little.

Nikki can't help but be reduced to bodily sensations and one word: Want.

If she feels this way after five minutes what must Ian think - the man who brought the Eppes brothers together in front of other people.

It's an anguished hour she spends waiting for them to chat, to bring in Adam's bag from the motorcycle, to get him settled in Ian's guest bedroom...

Once the goodnights have been said Nikki all but drags Ian into the master bedroom where she pounces, ready to maul his neck with devouring kisses. Only it she who is devoured, blinking in surprise at the ferocity and passion Ian is reverberating in their bed, on their floor, up against their door and a few other places she hadn't ever considered. She's really going to have to rethink closet clothes rods after tonight.

And rethink how she feels about sharing her man because if Ian's fantasy is being with his brother, how can she compete after seeing the intense love between the Eppes men and knowing just how special the connection is between them?

Just before she drifts off to sleep she imagines Adam in her bed along with Ian. The two men together, touching and kissing each other, touching and kissing her... It's a dream even before she falls asleep, but she finds when she wakes the amazing feeling remains and the idea for what to serve for dinner begins to emerge.
Candi: Nikki Lovelymustangcandi on August 3rd, 2014 10:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Numb3rs Fic for MustangCandi
(a) All of these gems should be posted somewhere! I love them.

(b) This fic in particular is... DELICIOUS! UGH. I didn't realize EXACTLY how much I missed this series until I got the comment that you posted this. And I won't lie, I read it at work. I regret nothing. Thank you so much for this lovely gift of fic. And I hope you're doing well! I've been out of touch with everyone, and I don't know why. *HUGS YOU
Tori Lovelostandalone22 on January 1st, 2014 02:27 am (UTC)
Congrats on getting your bachelor's degree!
fredbassettfredbassett on January 2nd, 2014 10:58 am (UTC)
Best of luck with your studies!

Something with Don/Ian would be fabulous. maybe the prompt 'desperation'.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 29th, 2014 04:09 am (UTC)
Numb3rs Fic for fredbassett
Ian Edgerton does not lose control.

There is only one explanation for what Colby sees at the hospital, just hours after Don is stabbed and almost dies.

Colby feels like he's still in a state of shock; Don's never looked so pale, so human. And the Eppes family - biological and extended into the FBI both - are all milling around the waiting area outside Don's room in the ICU for their next chance to visit.

Ian ignores such rules. He just strides in, the elevator opening on him like swinging saloon doors - it's that dramatic of an entrance - and makes a beeline for Don's bed.

Thankfully Don's awake and looking better as the doctor examines him, but the doctor has to take a step back because Ian walks right up to Don, takes his face in his hands and after a good solid wordless exchange of gazes, kisses him firmly, desperately and very publicly.

Yes, there's only one explanation.

Ian was completely in control.

He just didn't care who saw.

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fredbassettfredbassett on July 29th, 2014 09:23 am (UTC)
Re: Numb3rs Fic for fredbassett
This very definitely hits the spot for the perfect blend of desperation an Ian's icy control!

Thank you for this, it's wonderful!
ladygray99: DonSmileladygray99 on January 7th, 2014 11:41 pm (UTC)
/HUGS!/
No need to apologize, love. We all know you're working your ass off but still love us. You're certainly not the only one who is behind on fic and replies. It's just good to know you're still out there.
cat_13145cat_13145 on January 13th, 2014 08:21 pm (UTC)
If it makes you feel better, I've being meaning to comment here for a week. Real life sucks sometimes, but it beats one of the alternatives (the other being fic). Congrats on your bachelor degree.

My Prompt is Don/Ian, Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts. Feel free to give me one. It will make you feel much better as I'm still working on a birthday fic from September for someone else.