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Lettie ([info]osteological) wrote,
@ 2008-12-14 00:38:00


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Entry tags:and one time she didn't, five times lettie did a meme, meme

Ganked from Danii
So yeah.

Five times [character] [situation] *and one time they didn't.

Since this is kind of confusing, here's an example!

Five times that Lettie said 'that's what she said' and one time that she didn't. In ficlet form.



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[info]holocron
2008-12-14 08:44 am UTC (link)
Five times Grayson killed/maimed/tortured somebody and the one time he didn't.

Five times Corner escaped an attack and the one time he didn't :O

Five times Walden was REBUFFED FROM SLEEPING WITH GRETA, AND THE ONE TIME HE WASN'T.

Lol, okay. Three is not a lot. At least. I am pretty sure is not. SO THERE. <3

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Walden
[info]osteological
2008-12-14 09:00 am UTC (link)
When Walden had started pursuing Greta Catchlove, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting.

All right, so that one time in second year when he'd kissed her on a dare didn't really count, did it? Especially because she'd just kicked him in the shin before he even got into range. Bloody girls.

No, that was a lie -- he knew exactly what he'd been expecting, he just hadn't gotten it. She was a Gryffindor who had been dating a man seeing two women at once, how difficult could it have possibly been to woo her into making hot sex with him?

Apparently far more difficult than he'd first anticipated, because the first time that they had gotten into serious making out at the Masquerade, some sort of flash of logic in Greta's mind had made her blurt out that she wasn't really into sleeping with Slytherins that she'd only just met and she'd run out on him.

It had taken him weeks to get up the nerve to ask her on an actual date, because that meant that he was supposed to spend actual money on another person and that they'd have to actually talk about their interests. Much to his surprise, they actually got on rather well and the semi-fancy restaurant seemed to impress Greta well enough. They even went back to his flat, Spartan as it was, with the promise of heavy-petting outside the restaurant bearing down on his mind.

...until Greta vomited all over his welcome mat. She'd insisted on having the shrimp salad. He had taken her to St. Mungo's and even stayed with her until she was discharged; to this day he's sure that is the only reason she ever spoke to him again. Their second date was supposed to be much better, and Walden even went so far as to cook for her. Haute cuisine, too -- lasagna and garlic toast, real fancy stuff. The meal was great and by the end of it, Greta's foot was sliding up his leg and all he could think was that he was finally going to get laid -- but the fates were not with him, and when he leaned over to brush his hand affectionately over her cheek and coax her into a kiss, his sleeve caught fire on the candle he'd set in the middle of the table.

What followed was a flail to end all flails -- the tablecloth caught, the cheap polyester of his carpet caught on fire -- and soon enough they were dousing the place with water-jet spells. Being soaking wet might've been a turn-on if it hadn't been freezing cold for some Merlin-awful reason.

She stayed over, though -- that was something, wasn't it? The next morning when he woke up next to Greta with her hands on his stomach and a devious smirk on her face, he was positive that things were going to work out in his favor. Her lips traced down his chest, across his stomach ... and just when he felt her mouth above his navel, his body seized with pain and his hips shot up off the bed, fingers clenched in the sheets. Greta probably thought he was just very into the whole 'wake-up oral sex' until he rolled himself out of bed and out the door without a second word to her.

Fucking Voldemort.

It had been nearly four months since he'd started 'dating' Greta by the time they shagged proper...for a fixed meaning of 'proper'. He'd owled her as usual to take her out for dinner, expecting a horrible mockery of some kind to follow ... and when he showed up at her door she was wearing naught but a pair of green satin knickers and a bra that left very little to the imagination. Still gaping as the girl drew him inside, Walden could think only one thing: at least it was worth the wait.

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[info]holocron
2008-12-14 09:04 am UTC (link)
AKLDSKGHDGKH NO WORDS FOR HOW HARD I AM LAUGHING OR HOW MUCH YOU OWN

BUT.

KSHLDSKGHKDHGAHHAHAHAHAHDSKLGHDGILDH

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[info]cristina_lacosa
2008-12-14 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Fives times Nick held back from being with Madeleine and the one time he didn't :]]

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Nick
[info]osteological
2008-12-16 01:41 am UTC (link)
It hadn't taken much to deter him from taking Madeleine on a real date the first time -- that little boy had proved just large enough a barrier for him.

The next day, he'd really meant to call her ... but the hotel maid had been making eyes at him all day, and it was really very rude to deny someone who was making your bed in only one of those lacy hats and a waist-apron, wasn't it? He'd felt guilty for no particular reason (or so he told himself) afterward, but she'd been very ... hospitable and he couldn't fault the young woman for that. It was after seeing Madeleine from out his window that he understood it just had to be fate that was guiding him. He slipped out the door of his hotel room and pushed down the street in the direction he'd seen her go and had just caught sight of her when he had the misfortune of discovering that he hadn't been paying attention -- by having a car stop just short of hitting him too hard.

The jolt (and the resulting swearing in Italian, of which he knew very little) was enough to keep him from pursuing her further, and the sore ribs had him reeling back to the hotel. Maybe it was karma for sleeping with the maid.

It was also what had him laid up in the hotel for the next few days, telling the maid about this mysterious Italian woman he'd taken an interest in -- and finally called that morning. Really, he should have known better -- when he slipped out onto the balcony for a short thirty minute nap and woke up four hours later to a lobster-red front and a backside that was pale as the day was long, he fount out that Maria had been more vindictive than he'd thought she was.

He couldn't very well show up to dinner with Madeleine looking like that, could he? Certainly not. At least he had the good sense to cancel on her like a gentleman instead of just standing her up. A few spells covered up the worst of the damage in a day or two and he'd been picking up the phone to call her once more until a rather noisy owl barreled through his window and crashed onto his table.

It was a letter from Adamina, telling him about how she missed him and she hoped his vacation was going well. That was really the first time he thought about what might happen if he dated Madeleine at all -- his parents wouldn't stand for it, he knew -- was it really worth the risk, ruining his family life completely? He dropped the phone after he'd dialed until a rather worked-up Italian voice broke him out of his thoughts and he slammed down the phone in a hurry.

Madeleine visited the hotel twice before she happened to catch Nick in the hall, and admist her screaming about the evils of leading a woman on and why should such a handsome man be so cruel ... he pulled her close to him and kissed her.

He probably shouldn't have, since he never wanted to let her go again. He knew things were never going to be the same, but why did they have to be? At least his favorite sister would understand, wouldn't she?

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[info]im_sirius
2008-12-14 11:17 pm UTC (link)
Five times Lyida didn't fall in love and the one time she did.

Five times Jude proposed and the one time he didn't.

Five times Roderick was unseen and the one time he was.

Five times Braith didn't get punched by Berk, and the one time he did.

Five times Marnie fell and the one time she didn't.

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