Title: You Would Part the Sea
Summary: Danny doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that Steve is lying there, half of his face still squished into the pillow, staring at Danny with those stupid puppy dog eyes he gets when they’re alone or when he thinks no one else is looking. He’s probably restraining himself from reaching out to trace his fingertips along Danny’s jaw or the wrinkles at the corner of his closed eyes.
A/N: Oh my god I wrote porn holy shit. Also intense fluff. Idk man. But thanks for the beta job, fishspots!
A/N2: Lyrics from Bon Jovi's "Thank You for Loving Me" because Jersey cliché: I am one.
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Title: Take the Home from the Boy
Summary: Steve just doesn't get Danny sometimes, because he's so small but he's got this giant voice and he always uses it, even inside the classroom, and his hands are always balled up or slicing through the air, and he's just so much person inside this little boy.
A/N: Okay so gyzym posted this picture, right, and then we started going back and forth about bb!Danny and bb!Steve, and then fic_kitty and I started playing out specific scenarios, and then... I wrote several thousand words of kidfic which somehow avoided being cracky. Yeah. I don't know. But some of the elements within this story were inspired by the pair of them and really fic_kitty did a good deal of the plotting. And then she beta'd as well. Much love!
A/N2: Lyrics from Bon Jovi's "Who Says You Can't Home" because I am determined to be that much of a Jersey cliché.
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So I found these both in the depths of my computer today. I wrote them for that multi-fandom cuddling meme a few months ago and then never actually posted them to my journal, and they're short, both about 350 words, so I figure why not do it now. I haven't posted anything for Star Trek in ages anyway. Don't take them too seriously; I know there's a sentence somewhere in there which says the word "doesn't" three times. I'm not bothering to cross-post to any communities either.
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Yeah so Hawaii Five-0 has actually, officially taken over my life, at least half because I am Danny. No, seriously, the other day I went on a shouty hand-waving rant and my friend asked me, "Why are you so angry?" and I answered, "I am not angry! I am simply trying to get my point across!" And then she said, "You are so Jersey," and I said, "I am so Danny." And I give my friends the Proper Pizza speech like twice a week while I'm away for school in PA.
Anyway. I WROTE FIC.
Title: you're a loaded gun (there's nowhere to run)
Summary: For some reason – a reason which is probably named Steve, let’s get real, Danny thinks as he watches in horror from the sidewalk – Kono decided it’d be a good idea to follow Steve up the side of the goddamn building with a shit ton of hand grenades tucked all into her clothing. She even grasps one – no, two between her teeth. Like it’s a totally casual thing to do.
A/N: Glanced over by fishspots, who for once did not command me to make my initial draft a few thousand words longer.
A/N2: Lyrics from Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name". I predict a theme. Shut up.
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Title: while you're wondering what the hell to do
Summary: "Eames," Arthur says. "Phillipa asked me to feed her fish while they're visiting Mal's parents for the week. I got here and the thing was already dead. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
A/N: So the initial Dead Fishy Water incident within this story... actually happened to me and my best friend a few months ago? And even before I screamed that there was dead fishy water on me, I knew it would become fic.
A/N2: Beta work, as ever, fishspots. Thank you for making me write past where this originally ended.
A/N3: Lyrics from Mika's "Blame it on the Girls".
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I've never made more than two or three half-assed icons in one go before but I kind of went overboard today and decided I'd actually share them in an actual icon post. It may happen again. Who knows? So here we have 62 Goosebumps icons, one from the cover of each book of the original Goosebumps book series. Some of them I'm not happy with but WHATEVER.
Wish me luck regarding the actual formatting of this post though.
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Title: like the sun and the moon, i will circle you 'til you bloom
Summary: But Eames can’t play his part, make small talk with the driver and ask Arthur out for a drink he’ll say no to, because Arthur’s suit is still clinging everywhere. His hair is soft and damp, falling onto his forehead, and raindrops cling to his skin and his eyelashes like dew.
A/N: Originally written for foxxcub's kissing meme. There's some great stuff over there, if you haven't already checked it out. Actually - the kiss itself I originally wrote for Kirk/McCoy of Star Trek and never got a fic to work around it, so I recycled.
A/N2: Beta work by the trusty fishspots. Sometimes she just comes home from school and finds emails that say BETA THIS PLZ ASDLHGSDG.
A/N3: Lyrics from Passion Pit's "Folds in Your Hands".
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I actually wrote two fics two nights in a row. And this at the tail-end of a lengthy dry spell! It's ridiculous. The other one is posted over at foxxcub's kissing meme and will be cross-posted here soon. For now, here's a link: like the sun and the moon, i will circle you 'til you bloom.
As for the other of the two:
Title: Everything's Always Better Whenever You Are Underdressed
Summary: Eames, despite popular belief, does know how to match his clothing. He just prefers to clash artfully. That is, until Arthur storms into his life.
A/N: So this one time I noticed that, in Mombasa, EAMES IS WEARING PINK SOCKS THAT MATCH HIS SHIRT OMG. And then fishspots gave me a prompt that I... totally didn't follow. Whoops. But I can never resist costume porn, of course, so this kind of ran away from me. I swear to you at one point I legitimately had a tab open for a Google image search of "ugly suits for men".
A/N2: Beta work done by fishspots, of course. I mean more than half of her comments are usually ridiculous stories or HER OWN AU IDEAS THAT I THEN NEED TO BEG HER TO WRITE *COUGH*, but this would not be complete without the assistance.
A/N3: Lyrics from Passion Pit's "Smile Upon Me".
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Title: The Way That We Are (I Can't Tell if I'm Asleep or Awake)
Summary: He does what he usually does when he can’t figure out what the fuck to do – he goes to Mal.
Paring: Arthur/Eames, hints of Arthur/Mal kind of sort of ish, Cobb/Mal
A/N: Eames asks Arthur if he loved Mal. Arthur says yes, and then he feels like an ass, and he has to explain. So he shows Eames what he and Mal were, through his dreams.
A/N2: Beta work done by the oh-so-patient fishspots, who - damn, I don't even know how many drafts of these she looked over. And who's listened to me bitch and moan about a variety of forms of writer's block. THANKS, BRO.
A/N3: Lyrics from Ra Ra Riot's "Too Too Too Fast".
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