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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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"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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