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lemontreeparade fic is done...I have a tiny bit of free headspace! Good lord! I'm about to go and take notes on clotting factors for an hour and a bit, but when I get back I'd like to do some scribbling to get me in the mood for writing my PXREMIX fic.
So!
First ten people to comment get drabbles.
You know what I write :)
lemontreeparade fic is done...I have a tiny bit of free headspace! Good lord! I'm about to go and take notes on clotting factors for an hour and a bit, but when I get back I'd like to do some scribbling to get me in the mood for writing my PXREMIX fic. So!
First ten people to comment get drabbles.
You know what I write :)
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Three kisses Aria Goodfellow-Kane gets out of the Young triplets
(Notes, to be found in the Very Secret Diary of AG-K, the one with the silver lock that turns the intruder's finger bright pink for a week -- and, incidentally, makes them a brilliant cello player for the duration of that week, but this particular clause of the charm has sadly never been discovered -- and is kept in the top left drawer next to the owner's collection of Squid TV Merchandise:
Jamie -- disappointingly easy, but a good kisser.)
(ii) Thom looks at his hands like he isn't sure what to do with them. Aria is pretty sure he doesn't get drunk very often.
"Um," he says. "D'y'know where I left my -- hang on --"
He looks so adorably serious that Aria gives up on her Cunning Plan and just leans across the table and kisses him.
(Thom -- HILARIOUS, must ask Mom about innovative use of innuendo and then do that again when all parties are sober.)
(iii) "What are you writing?" Grace demands. "Is that about Thom? You really confused him, you know. Let me see."
"No."
"Let me see or I'll get Sam to steal it for me."
Aria waves the pen at her. "No fair, playing the Lucifer card just because you're jealous."
Grace narrows her eyes and resorts to violence. "Hah!" she yells, throwing herself at Aria with such force that the diary flies across Aria's bedroom and lands near the bed. Aria gets distracted trying out some of the cool self-defense moves her mother taught her, but Grace obviously knows a few of them as well, because they end up in an inelegant groaning tangle. Grace's hair falls all on one side of her head and Aria sneezes and brushes it aside.
"Not jealous?" Aria says then, seizing the initiative. "Not even curious?"
"Maybe a little curious," Grace says.
(Grace --
excellent use of tongue, I am smitten, her eyes are like jewVERY FUNNY, GRACE YOUNG.)Re: Three kisses Aria Goodfellow-Kane gets out of the Young triplets
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I think you should do the fic I have been meaning to write since I started anatomy, which involves Booth/Brennan and lots of anatomical names.
I don't think this is what you meant by 'lots', but anyway
"Yes! Yes, just like that, Bones. Now -- you're --" He gave up and took hold of her upper arm. "Traffic, Bones."
She started to walk again, and -- bless her heart -- she looked like she was trying very hard to get it, but eventually she shook her head. "No. Sorry, Booth. This is science. It's one thing lying to preserve the illusion of a spirit of generosity tied to a mythical festival --"
"It's not a --"
"But you shouldn't lie about science."
Which was how Booth found himself sitting opposite Sweets, trying to defend a poster stuck up on the wall of his son's classroom. And Sweets was nodding seriously like they were discussing nihilistic philosophy or some shit like that.
"In this case, Dr. Brennan, I think you're being unfairly pedantic," the kid said. "Funny bone is an accepted layman's term for the elbow."
"But its context is incorrect!" Brennan looked irritated, like Sweets had betrayed some private scientist's pact or something. "People say, oh, I hit my funny bone, but they don't just mean 'I hit my elbow'. They mean that their ulnar nerve was compressed against the medial epicondyle of the humerus, here --" and she grabbed at Booth's arm, which he'd draped half-over the arm of her chair because...well, the arms weren't all that wide, and their chairs were very close.
"Whoa, hey, Bones. I didn't ask for a demonstration." She probably knew three different ways to disable his arm by just jabbing him with her fingertips; Booth wasn't too comfortable with this. But her hands were gentle as she flexed and extended his arm, her face intent, like this was somehow proving her point.
Booth shot a glance at Sweets and realised that he was even less comfortable with this than he'd thought; years of taking garbled witness statements had left him wishing that people would learn to open their damn eyes and see what was in front of them, but Sweets was hands-down the most observant person he'd ever met. Inconviently so.
Sweets raised his eyebrows.
Booth tried to shift his expression into something more threatening, but Brennan's fingers had stopped moving and were just resting there, warm, and he knew that Sweets probably wasn't fooled at all.
"Where were we?" Brennan sounded distracted.
Sweets opened his mouth and Booth braced himself -- so, Agent Booth, for how long exactly have you been imagining your partner naked? how do you think admitting that you're blindingly in love with her would affect your professional dynamic? -- but all he said was, "You brought a case file for me to look at, right?" and Booth made a private pact to bring the kid a thickshake or something next time.
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I SHOULD STOP BEGGING YOU FOR MARTHA BUT I WON'T LIE, I'M SHAMELESS ;_;
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Martha fixed the bite-sized American perky thing with an unimpressed look, and entertained a fervent wish that she would turn out to be the Hananananavite alien (Jack hadn't managed to stop sniggering for long enough to say the name; Ianto had grabbed the phone from him and helpfully spelled it out) currently responsible for an epidemic of deaths which the doctors were marking down to an unknown respiratory virus.
"How fascinating," she said, turning to go. "'Scuse me, I'm waiting on some urgent test results."
The high glass bridges of this hospital made Martha think unpatriotic thoughts about the NHS, but also made her feel homesick for the Hub. In addition they were excellent places to loiter with coffee and wait for one's husband to return from the morgue.
"Having a good honeymoon, dear?"
She leaned into Tom's arm as it slid around her waist. "When I said I wanted to see America, I didn't mean I wanted to see America while hunting aliens. I want my money back."
Tom laughed. "You dirty liar. You're having a great time."
Martha opened her mouth to agree sheepishly, and to tell him that she loved him for the fourteenth time that day, but was distracted by the sudden crescendo of giggles rising from a nearby huddle of nurses as a tall doctor with improbable hair walked past.
"Christ," she muttered. "Nobody around here does anything but have sex."
Tom laughed and dragged her by the hand past the group of nurses, who had heard the last word and were eyeing her in something between surprise and piranha-like curiosity. "And this distinguishes it from Torchwood how, exactly?"
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I demand either Sokka/the Royal Society, or Crowley and Raguel during the FF/GOverse planetary exodus.
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OT3, cause I'm feeling generous. >D Getting in quick, but I can always add more prompts if desired!
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ETA: Boys Night Out. Rookie 9. Pick and choose. Surprise me! :D
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Naruto fandom, prompt = "intelligence"
I'm open to any pairing/character/situation. :D
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Eyai: your characters + mine = ? Er, not that you need the whole ensemble cast.
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