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1. Playful!Charlie
2. Murderous!Charlie
3. Flailing!Charlie
4. Incarcerated!Charlie
5. Deviant!Charlie
6. Sick!Charlie
7. Intoxicated!Charlie
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Charlie
9. Eloquent!Charlie
10. Cooking!Charlie
11. Over-protective!Charlie
12. Bored!Charlie
13. Silly!Charlie
14. Romantic!Charlie
15. Silent-Treatment!Charlie
16. Bedtime!Charlie
17. Jealous!Charlie
18. Inquisitive!Charlie
19. Confused!Charlie
20. Sexy!Charlie
21. Angry!Charlie
22. Dorky!Charlie
23. Working!Charlie
24. Needs-a-Hug!Charlie
25. Choose-your-own!Charlie

from: jurisimmortalis

If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do?

Catching up at musebysentence, so these are all squished in one post.

#27 – Cuddles
Reese won’t admit it but he knows she likes it when he sneaks up behind her just to nuzzle her.

#28 – Patient
He wanted twelve years to get out but he can’t wait for revenge.

#29 – Celebrity
Getting laid is a great deal easier when you’re famous.

#30- I’m Still Standing
Pelican Bay, prison in general, is meant to break a man down and while it shattered him, he had somehow managed to keep those pieces together.

#31- Reason
No one, not even Charlie, really understands his thought process but he sticks with it since it works.

#32 – Hunger
There are days when he wants revenge more than he wants food.

#33 – Jacket
The suspect has three boxes of files just to cover his juvi record.

#34 - Opposite
They had an odd opposing symmetry, him and Reese.

#35 - Bright
Reese holds a hand over her eyes and claims the sun through his hair burns her eyes like a neon sign.

#36 – Ex
Jen is more than that.

#37 - Free
There is no better feeling.

#38 – Deteriorate
While in prison he did what all cons do, work out and while the outside of him got fit the inside just decayed away.

#39 – Die
It’s not as easy as you think, trust me.

#40 - Fast
Prison did a lot of bad things for him, to him, but it also sharpened his reflexes which proves to be a very useful skill.

#41 - Automatic
It takes awhile for him to break the habit of reaching for a knife before reaching for a gun.

#42 - Bullet
They are surprisingly easy to make.

#43 - Curious
The world he walked out into was filled with so many new things to discover and play with.

#44 – Desire
In prison there was no desire stronger than the one for some sign he was still himself way deep down.

Because feel_theburn said so many nice things here I'm saying nice things back, with fic! A Life/Burn Notice crossover.
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Miami was hot. Not like Los Angeles was hot. There was more water in the air, humidity. Charlie waved to the FBI guys sitting in a beige sedan and knocked on the door. His hands were deep in his pockets when his Aunt Madeline opened the door.

“Charlie! Oh, Charlie look at you!” She grabbed him into a hug and then pushed back to look him over. “Prison’s been good to you. Is that Armani you’re wearing?”

His grin never wavered, though something inside him twisted uncomfortably. His Aunt Madeline had always just said what she was thinking instead of thinking about it first. The prison comment didn’t mean anything.

“No, it’s a suit,” he said brightly. “Is Mike here?”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s in the garage. I’ll take you!” His aunt slid an arm around his waist, hugging him the whole way through the house and to the garage.

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I swear, I didn't think the duck would be that big of a problem: the parrot was behaving.

It's okay as long as he doesn't get attached to anything.

The Kink Meme

Reply to this post with a kink and a pairing. A prompt word is optional.

- All kinks are welcome
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- You’ll get anywhere from 100 to 250 words.

Two Lovers

With their ages added together Gina and Tina were older than he was. Charlie figured that made it okay. Sure, they were the youngest women he’d been with since getting out, but they were over eighteen, sober and had started flirting with him first. They met all his criteria for women he would have one night stands with.

Also, he was a guy and Gina and Tina were really, really hot.

Someone in the back of his mind, he could remember one guy in the cellblock reading a Playboy letter about this guy who had three girls at once. Charlie was perfectly happy with two. Two made it easier on him. He didn’t have to worry about a third girl getting bored while he kissed Gina – she had strawberry lip gloss on while Tina was wearing peach – and palmed Tina’s breasts with one hand.

Their hands were everywhere, on his back, chest, legs, arms. Thin, manicured fingers traced scars and tattoos, giggling about how they were with a real bad boy. He didn’t know if they were using him to act out against their parents or something else but he didn’t really care because Tina had just pushed him on his back and straddle his face while Gina wrapped her incredibly soft breasts around his dick.

For hours he got lost in their combined flesh. His mouth and hands were always filled with something, warm skin, slick lips – top and bottom lips – and silky hair. They were just as eager, just as hungry for him. It was like a dream, a really, really great dream.

Except it wasn’t a dream because the next day he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ted and waved goodbye as Gina and Tina drove off with their friend Cindy, all of them giggling and the stereo blaring.

“So…” Ted said when they had driven out of sight.

“So.” Charlie echoed, a stupid grin plastered across his face.

Ted sighed. “I don’t know if I hate you or want to buy you a beer.”

“You can decide over pancakes.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to get his shoes. He stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to face Ted again, who was still standing in the doorway. “Hey, you think they have pancakes with strawberries and peaches?”

Probably half the things he did were to make sure he did them at least once before he died again.

Out of sight, out of mind
[ooc: It's a House/Life crossover people. If you've seen the previews for the new season of House or even saw the last season's finale than none of this will be a surprise.]

It was raining. Charlie leaned back against the wall of his room, looked out the window and counted every little drop as they tapped-tapped-tapped against the glass. He had his knees drawn up to his chest with his arms resting around them, his fingers laced together to hold them there. Like prison, Mayfield is never quiet even in the middle of the night. He can hear the other patients stretched along the hallway in little rooms of their own dealing with their own demons.

He wasn’t. This place and its well meaning doctors only wanted to help him, but there were guards and there were locks. It was prison with a slightly nicer attitude. Charlie couldn’t remember how he got here; he just knew that he was once again inside. This time there was a distinct possibility he deserved it. He was not mentally stable anymore but at least he wasn’t alone.

His roommate was awake too with his arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a grimace. His cane was propped against the side of his bed. His roommate didn’t sleep well without pain medication and they didn’t hand that out easily in this place. They both suffered more at night.

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Actually, it's Law & Whoever Can Manipulate it.

Google can map out his life in headlines.

1. Post a reply with your muse, specify verse if necessary. Only one tag per mun so choose your muse carefully.

2. I will reply to your muse with an adventure. After each section, I will give you three choices of where the story will go. You reply with your choice and I will continue on.

3. Let’s see if we can get a full story done in 10-15 replies.

4. Any rating’s okay.

Dabble with drugs

When Roman talked about drugs, twitchy muscles and the taste in the back of the throat Charlie had watched it hit his partner. He knew that she was reliving every hit, every line she had ever done and it had hurt her. He slammed his hand on the table, broke the spell Roman had over Reese and moved things along but his partner had never seen the recognition and understanding in his own eyes.

He had done drugs while inside, pot, ecstasy and once some pot laced with something that he thought might have been heroin or LSD. Those first three years he had been looking for any escape he could find and drugs seemed to be the best way to do it. The problem was pot had made him really paranoid, violently paranoid. He hadn’t relaxed but drawn tighter and snapped, ending up in the hospital after a fight.

Ecstasy hadn’t been that bad actually. It really made him relax and loving, which wasn’t good in prison when there were a lot of people gunning for you. Still, he thought he might have done more but it was hard to find inside. There just wasn’t a big market for it. The money was in heroin and cocaine, drugs that had scared him. The price for them was too high and the addicts he met inside were too… inhuman to make those hard drugs appealing. By the time he went into solitary he had Zen and didn’t need drugs anymore.

Maybe he should have told Reese instead of talking about shooting Roman but back then he’d known that she wouldn’t want to hear about it. She wouldn’t want to bond over stories of drug use. She hadn’t wanted to bond at all. He had sat there in the passenger seat, looking out the window as LA rolled past and remembered his own drug use, short lived as it was and wonder why he hadn’t fallen down the same dark pit Reese had.

He didn’t think it was a matter of strength. Reese was strong too. Maybe it was a matter of choice. Drugs didn’t really give him an escape from prison. They didn’t make being innocent and wrongly convicted easier on him. They made it worse. The only real escape had been in his mind, retreating farther and farther into himself. Drugs had made everything too real.

He still tasted it though, like prison, he could still taste the drugs.

Reese had to explain text messaging to him and the strange short hand Rachel had used to write it.