RIGHT. I CAVE.

[angelgazing]

As seen, um, all over my flist. (rebootuniverse, pyroclastic)

Give me a character/pairing and a word, and I will write you one sentence* of fic.



I have to be able to finish that, right?


* May actually be more than one sentence.

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[gyzym.livejournal.com]

ARTHUR/EAMES, FOCUS

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Arthur exhaled slowly, pressing a held-back smile against the curve of the back of Eames' neck. He drummed an irregular beat against the soft skin of Eames' bare belly with his fingertips.

"Darling," Eames said, pen bleeding into the square for eighteen down, "this is decidedly unsportsmanlike behavior."

Arthur laughed, his thumb catching in Eames' belly button. "Have problems focusing?"

Eames sighed heavily, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Only on the puzzle, I assure you."

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

DSKFDSKFDSJFKDSFJDKLSFSDLKFDSLKFDSLFKSDFMLKSFDSKLFSDKFSDKLFSD

HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

MAYBE. BUT I DON'T MIND THE REPETITION. :DDDDDD

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Mal and Zoe, chance.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

They take to the sky later than they should--behind schedule before the schedule's even been written, already being threatened and reaching for their guns--and they ain't exactly got time to stop and take in the view.

Mal does it anyway, Zoe strong and incredibly doubtful at his side as Serenity shakes and the sky opens up to let them in.

"Lookit, Zoe," he says, 'cause she's watching the new pilot, "told you this was gonna be our chance."

"You sure did, Sir," she answers, not budging her gaze but much more enthusiastic all the same.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

PERFECT! Thank you!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE WELCOME! THANK YOU. *hugs*

[popcorn-orgasms.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Watson (BBC-verse) spoon

Or if you aren't in that fandom yet (go, run, leap--you can watch the MOST brilliant series online) then Arthur, Merlin ring :)

Thank you!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I have not seen the new Sherlock, because I am made of fail. lol I also have managed to finish series two of Merlin, either. (Tell me, tell me, can I skip the Lady in the Lake? Can that happen? This episode keeps stopping me.) So this might be... out of date? Missing information? Something.


Merlin runs into a lot of rings, with Arthur. Rings in the tub, ringing bells, rings of fire. This one, the one Arthur presses into his palm, still warm from Arthur's skin, it's new.

"Go," Arthur says, and Merlin knows it'll be the last one like it.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

Meme \o/

Neal and Elizabeth, gift! Or Arthur/Eames, cheetos :D

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Neal gives his best smile, he's favorite and most useful smile, the one that always gets him what he wants. Elizabeth smirks when she sees it, her fingers wrapped lightly around his wrist.

"Look, Peter," she says, patting Neal's chest, "he's even got a bow."

"Happy birthday," Neal says.

Peter smirks and drinks his coffee. "Looks like it will be."

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

♥________♥
YOU ARE THE EFFING BEST!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

LOLOL I HAD NEVER DONE WHITE COLLAR BEFORE!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Eames presses a grin against Arthur's cheek, wrapping around him from behind. "Arthur," he says, like a warning, running his hands down Arthur's chest, "you have the filthiest habits."

Arthur sucks the orange dust off his thumb, tongue chasing it all, then pulls it out with a pop. "You love it," he says, and moves on to his index finger.

Eames huffs, like a laugh but breathless more than amused. "It's torture." He catches Arthur's hand, gets another soft pop for his tugging. "Absolute torture."

"I know." Arthur laughs, fingers wet against Eames' bottom lip.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU DID IT! I HATE CHEETOS BUT NOW I LOVE THEM! YOUR HAT IS REALLY FULL OF MAGIC! :DDD

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

GASP! GASP AND SHOCK! CHEETOS WERE SUCH A PART OF MY CHILDHOOD! I'M NOT SURE THEY DON'T HOLD MAGICAL POWERS. THAT HEAL CRAVINGS FOR SALT AND MILD HUNGER.

THEY ARE VERY LIMITED POWERS.

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Eames, forgetfulness.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

"Eames," Arthur says, sternly, eyebrows pulled sharply down.

Eames pauses, foot shoved half in his uncomfortable dress shoe. They are so, so very late. "What?" he asks, scrubbing at the sleep in his eyes. Arthur hits him in the face with a rolled up pair of socks. "Oh. Thank you, darling."

Arthur is fastening his cufflinks and refusing to look up from his task. His hair is still a mess and his bowtie hanging loose around his neck. "Just making sure you don't get cold feet," he says, with a twist to his mouth, always too fond of terrible puns.

Eames has never wanted anything as much as he wants to kiss Arthur, right then, morning breath and all. He trips in his haste, shoe still only half on, and crashes into the Arthur so hard it would've pulled them both down if Arthur's shoulders hadn't hit the wall. "I could never," he tells Arthur's chin very seriously, before kissing the place where Arthur nicked himself shaving.

Arthur laughs, and elbows him hard to get him back on his own feet. Eames has no idea where his jacket has gone. "We are so late," Arthur says, then stops to kiss him anyway, filthy and slow. "I can't believe you forgot to set the alarm."

"Well," Eames says, fingers curling into the not-yet-tucked tails of Arthur's shirt, "it's not like they can start without us. Besides," he adds, so much softer than he intended to, "I've got you to remind me of things."

"Fair enough," Arthur grants on a laugh.

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

How unbelievably sweet and domestic and so good, it hits just the right place. *happy sigh* Thank you! <3

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Thank you. LOL I can't seem to resist making them be all domestic. ♥

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

Totes giving finger to the ridiculous amount of Inception over here. Nyeh. :-P

Puck/Kurt swear jar

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Hey! Hey now! There are also things that aren't Inception! :p Though, hilariously, I had a swear jar mentioned in my last Inception fic. So nyeh. :p


Finn looks like he's in pain. This isn't a recent development or anything, mostly because Berry's been talking for eight and a half minutes--Puck has, in fact, been counting--about the fact that glee club shouldn't be fun and she should have every solo ever because she was the only one who took it seriously. Or something. Puck had sort of tuned out after minute two and a half, when she'd pointed at the fact that Kurt "just wasn't traditional" as a valid reason to deny him the Streisand solo she'd apparently been test-tube conceived to sing.

Puck's pretty sure if looks could kill that Berry would be like the scariest zombie ever right now. They should totally make a video game about that.

"Rach--" Finn says, when she pauses to take a breath.

"Finn, while I appreciate your efforts to work at my level, you must admit you--and no one else in the club--ever can or will."

Finn slumps down, groans like that time he got a shoulder to the balls during a tackle.

Kurt has never looked less sympathetic. He pats Finn's shoulder anyway, and says, "If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son."

"Got ninety-nine problems," Puck adds, pulling Kurt into his side with an arm around his shoulders, "but a--"

"Mr. Schue," Rachel buts in shrilly, "I'd like to move to have a swear jar system put in place.

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

I think I just busted a gut laughing. Seriously. The mental image of Kurt saying that is just. Dear god. XD

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

LOL I'm pretty sure my desire to have Kurt quote Jay-Z is even crackier than Care Bears. But, I mean, come on. He's got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one!