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Stop, meme time!
Jai, I'm alive!
Meme.
Give me a prompt and a pairing/character and I will give you one to five lines of the fic it's from.
I have soooo much to write (might be re-writing my ENTIRE Inception Bang... eep?) and am blocked like a blocked thing. I want to purge all the random in my brain tomorrow night and start fresh! Also, also, stuff like this has spawned full fic before ya know?
Meme.
Give me a prompt and a pairing/character and I will give you one to five lines of the fic it's from.
I have soooo much to write (might be re-writing my ENTIRE Inception Bang... eep?) and am blocked like a blocked thing. I want to purge all the random in my brain tomorrow night and start fresh! Also, also, stuff like this has spawned full fic before ya know?
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and/or
RPS - Jared/Jensen ~ Heist film AU where Jensen is not the easy mark he seems.
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"I mean it," Eames is saying, trying to stifle a laugh. When he walks his hand across the bar top, Arthur's doesn't immediately shy away so Eames becomes bold, touches a finger to the ring of water his beer left behind and then uses it to draw a liquid smiley face on the back of Arthur's hand.
"I mean," he says in a completely different tone, one of danger and promise and Arthur raises an eyebrow.
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Jensen has Jared bailed up against the wall and he's leaning into Jared's space, teeth bared. "How do I know you're not lying now?" he demands. "Seems whenever your mouth is open you're lying."
"I'm not," Jared promises, one if his hands coming up to touch Jensen's exposed collarbone. "Believe me, this day, this time, this second, I'm not."
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These were great thanks!
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J2, ships passing in the night
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Jensen always gets tossed about by the bigger vessels, they're lack of regard for him annoying to say the least. He has to smile to himself when they need him, so much smaller than them and literally looked down on.
All except SS. Jared.
He's always polite and stuttery when Jensen butts up against his side, waiting patiently to be tethered so he can pull Jared into his proper place. Jensen is a lot more gentle with Jared as a consequence, trying not to jostle him.
"What's your name?" Jared asks one day and Jensen is surprised. No one's ever asked before, not since time and rust eradicated his name off the side of his hull.
"Jensen," he replies.
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SEE WHAT I DID THAR?? They are ACTUAL SHIPS!! It's late, I'm very sorry!!
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(Turns out you're right. ♥)
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I get very literal when I'm tired. :D I couldn't get the image of Jensen as a whee little tug out of my brain.
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I got some time off (two weeks-ish) so am planning on doing as little as possible apart from laying about generally and maybe playing with my nephews if I have any energy left over from not doing anything. You got any big Xmas plans?
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However, as fun as that will be, the thought of two weeks off with nothing to do sounds like my idea of HEAVEN. <3
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"Aw man, you're ruining my dramatic, romcom moment you know," Jensen complains, fighting the urge to just run into Jared's arms. Mostly because while it's pretty clear that Jared didn't leave, it still doesn't mean anything.
Not until Jared says it does.
"I'm sorry?" Jared asks, looking bewildered.
"Y'know, I run to the gates, but I have to buy a ticket to get through and I have to talk some hard-nosed airline staff... person to let me through and I reach you just as you're lining up for your flight even though it didn't look like I'd make it."
"Oh," Jared says, the beginnings of a smile dawning. "That." He frowns and Jensen starts to worry until Jared looks at him with furrowed brows and says, "Airline staff person?"
"I don't know what they're called," Jensen says shrugging and finally, finally Jared out and out grins.
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:)
Um um um......i would love more of the boys you gave me last time?
http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/317186.html?thread=6533634#t6533634
Weird, screwed up, ritualistic, odd, canny, crazy boys. Maybe on a case or pick-an-episode reboot or something?
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Mainly because Sam just doesn't understand what he's done wrong most of the time.
This time though, this might just be the exception.
"You can't bring Dad back," Dean says slowly. "He's in Hell."
Sam smiles, as much as he can with his scar pulling one half of his face down. It's an ugly twist of fate that Sam only looks normal these days when he's scowling and he hardly ever does anymore. "'Course I can," he says with an airy wave of his hand. "Just have to find the right door."
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*flails*
You have no idea how much i luff. I waaaaaaaaaaaaaants these boys. So bad.
*clings to them*
Thank you!
*necromancy, no yelling, *scar*...!!!*
:)
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Maybe the next Big Bang...
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:)
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If not, Arthur/Eames - laundry day
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"Don't make me hurt you."
"Don't make me laugh," Ronon says, tapping the pair of scissors against John's ear. "Might lose something you need."
"Lice?" John repeats again, as if saying it enough times will make it stop being true. He looks up and back and Ronon grinning down at him. Ronon with a short, back and sides of all things. "We're living in a city that can fly and we can't come up with a better lice treatment than this?"
"What can I say?" Ronon says, shrugging and grasps a handful of John's hair. "Everything's made more badass in Pegasus."
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"Every time," Arthur complains, yanking a pair of purple boxer briefs free of one of his once white shirts.
"You should separate your whites from your eyesores," Ariadne pipes up from the other side of the laundry room, looking far too gleeful while Arthur sorts through the rest of his massacred clothes. Nothing has survived the purpling.
"There better be a fucking fantastic blowjob in my future," Arthur growls. "Or he's going off the side of the nearest building the next time we go under."
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Gingernut doesn't seem phased, rubbing his furry muzzle up and down Arthur's hand because it seems to be quite content patting itself.
"That's not mine," Eames says, pointing one of the mugs at the cat and Arthur blinks at Gingernut like he didn't even know the cat was there.
"Oh right, no," Arthur says slowly. "You don't seem like a cat person."
"I had a parrot once but I got stuck in Amsterdam unexpectedly without access to a phone and it would've starved to death if it hadn't been the bird equivalent of Houdini."
"You sure it's not still here?" Arthur asks, forehead crinkling. "There's a mysterious and not at all pleasant smell coming from somewhere."
"I'm hardly ever here," Eames says, shrugging, not one of those people who has ever felt the need to defend his slobbish tendencies. He nudges Gingernut aside with an elbow and drops carefully onto the couch next to Arthur. He hands one of the mugs over and Arthur makes a face as he soon as he takes a sip.
"You shouldn't dilute coffee, that's just criminal," he remarks, but he also relaxes somwhat, leaning back from his rigid position until his back actually touches couch cushion. He sighs and balances his mug on one knee while loosening his tie. "You haven't kicked me out."
"Why would I?" Eames asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I just wanted to get that over with, deal with the repercussions."
"It sounds like you're expecting me to ground you or something," Eames laughs and Arthur looks at him, pained.
"Considering our professional relationship, I know I shouldn't have done it. Besides, you probably don't even -"
"Arthur, I do," Eames interrupts, setting his mug aside and also liberating Arthur of his own. "Whatever it is, I definitely do."
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Barring that, Dean/Cas - Dean remembers his rescue from hell
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He's pulling giant, gasping breaths of air into his abused lungs when Jared finds him in the locker room. He's a mess, shaking and sweating and his chest feels like it's being crushed like a vice and yet Jared walking into the locker room is actually far more scary than all of that.
Jared just looks at him for a moment and then crosses the room in two quick strides, drops to a knee and gets hands under Jensen's arm pits. He hauls Jensen upright and then fumbles something out of his pocket.
Jensen has no idea what's happening until something plastic and faintly medicinal tasting is shoved in his mouth. There's a whoosh and then Jensen's lungs are filling and expanding, his throat loosening to let precious air back in. "Jesus, how...?" Jensen manages when he's regained the ability to move away from Jared and actually look at him.
"My older brother was a Natural," Jared says. "He had asthma. I never really got out of the habit of carrying a spare because he was always forgetting his."
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That right there makes my Thanksgiving... thanks!
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It's certainly an interesting idea!
But man, I never knew what Ethan Hawke's job was in that movie. They... worked at a desk and then went into space in suits?? What was going on there!
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DH4, Matt/John are going to a concert, and they run into some unusual friends.
You can run with this one, or cross it, or use old characters from the DH universe, whatever takes your fancy.
Luck! Smiles, -SB
P.S. Or ooooh, a comic book character, grin.
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Matt cranes his neck but all he can make out is a man in a suit with a sharp face coming towards them. He has time to say, "John, what-?" when there's a crack that sounds like someone stepping on a glass bottle and his arm is on fire with a pain he knows.
He's being shoved sideways and down, John's bulk covering him when the screaming of the crowd starts.
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Oooh, this is nice, now it's buzzing around in my head and I'm trying to imagine which dead terrorist is back, grins, and Gods, how are they going to get out of this. You really know how to write a teaser. Thanks. :D -SB