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[nny]

Okay, so, I have beer. I bought three plus one, because the dealio threeio is always just too few to thwart me in my aim to get more, so I start with three and good intentions, and end with six and a hangover. Hopefully four will be the magic number. :D

Looks like the drabble fest thing is a popular option, so.

Leave prompts here for a drabble fest.

No idea what you'll get. My interpretation of 'drabble' is a fluid thing.

And now... I guess I'm gonna watch some stargate.

*bites nails!*

Comments

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Prompt:

"HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE LIVING UNDEAD!", he cried.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

"Holy shit, it's the living undead!", he cried.

Pipe snickered into his diner-burned shit-brown coffee; John was curled up in the dirt under the van and no one had yet been able to convince him out, which was why they were making this shit-stop pit-stop in the first place. It was probably good that he was, mood he was in - he'd have been trying to take off Billy's head with a chair-back at the first hint of zombies.

John Oxenberger, goddamn axe-man, Joe thought to himself, and did a bit of snickering himself.

Billy, ever the fucking target, just gave him the finger and hunched his shoulders, Joe's sky-grey hoodie hanging loose on his skinny frame. The rings under his eyes made him look like the raccoon that Joe'd never had the trashcans to raid, and his hair was grease-dark and limp, almost covered by the hood, bottle tops studding the edge a testament to a night when everyone else'd been asleep and to more coke than was good for (had ever been good for) Joe.

"Long night Billiam?" he asked, voice sharp like the morning cold. "Long night, Billiam?"

No response. No response but Billy taking the seat next to him and a sip of his coffee, asshole Billy turning to curl his legs over Joe's lap and push about as close as he could get, prickled, spiky Billy pushing his head too hard against Joe's shoulder, sleep-flattened hair cheek-flattened against his face.

She - whoever - wasn't here, and he'd learned that that had to be what counted.

"Long fucking night," he said.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Cruel and beautiful; Billy's wearing Joe's hoodie? Truly vicious.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

That's Billy. The definition of self-centered.

(I hope I'm beginning to resemble him a very little less, there. I'm working at it.)

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Well quite. I'm rather hoping I'm less of a (Joe) Dick these days myself. ;)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*drapes self over your shoulders*

I'll megabus it up some weekend soon, okay? Not before the end of the month, 'cos I'm poor as, but soon.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Don't get fractious, you have debts to repay and art to buy. I should not be a priority unless you're planning on leaving bruises.

I MEAN WHUPS I DIDN'T SAY THAT OUT LOUD.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*cracks up*

I just want to see you. London's too far away.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

On the contrary, London is pleasantly nearby. To London.

[why do people persist in living in places that aren't HERE? I don't get it! What could one possibly *want* in not!London?]

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Well considering the proximity of GCHQ and all, I'm quite looking forward to being first against the wall when the revolution comes. ¬_¬

XD

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Sadly my brain mistranslated "against the wall" into porn.

... I want another snippet nao plz.

ETA: in deference to "when the revolution comes" one of them can wear a Ché t-shirt. ;)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I totally would but sadly I am resource-making. Tooo much to doooo.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

GIVE IT TO ME.

John and Rodney and kissing. That is my only request.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

John's mouth is light against his, the scrape of stubble uncomfortable and unprecedented and unmistakeably male, unmistakeably John, and hotter for it. Rodney - who has never in fact believed in the ridiculous noises of the porn he's watched because sex is nice enough certainly, but not particularly noiseworthy - feels and hears in equal measure as a small sound escapes from deep at the bottom and the back of his throat.

Rodney runs his tongue across his bottom lip, leaves his mouth open a little; invitation and impatient hint in one. John keeps his kisses gentle and unintrusive, and another thing Rodney's learned: the curve of a smile makes a genuine difference to how a kiss feels, and apparently produces an accompanying curl in the depths of his stomach.

"You know," he says, his lips brushing against John's who, although he's reluctant to move closer, apparently also won't move away, "when I said 'whatever you want' I didn't think I was agreeing to slow death by frustration."

"Sorry," John says, the lines crinkling around his eyes - blurred by their proximity - belying his apology. He anchors his hand around the back of Rodney's neck and pulls him closer, finally closer, sliding his tongue into Rodney's mouth and teasing Rodney's own. He pulls away before Rodney can take his revenge, and it prompts another of those involuntary noises, although this one is slightly more frustrated in nature.

"I just," John continues, thumb stroking across the back of Rodney's neck in place of his own, the gesture that most often matches that slightly uncomfortable tone of voice, "I just never thought much beyond just this."

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Oh my God there needs to be MOAR. @_@

[sandrainthesun.livejournal.com]

In the honor of the day:

John/Rodney, April's fool

[villainny.livejournal.com]

McKay pushed him, hard, into the supply closet; John would have pushed back, except he was pretty damned sure that this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have in front of anyone else. Instead he let momentum carry him forward until he was as far away from Rodney as he could possibly get, arms folded tight against the front of his black shirt.

Rodney looked both ways before allowing the door to slide shut, and the second or two of blackness before the lights hummed on twisted hard just below John's stomach.

Like everything else in Atlantis, the lights painted the closet orange-bled blue, and Rodney's face looked pale, lips bled dry by the tight line of his mouth.

"When, since you've known me, have I ever known the date?"

John didn't respond. Except maybe - maybe - the line of his back lost a little of its tension.

"I can't even remember the names of my minions most days, let alone - " Rodney's hands were waving now, and apparently the parallel processing was too much for his brain and he'd lost the tight control he'd reined onto his expression; the look was nothing so much as pleading, which wasn't exactly unfamiliar. "You're such an idiot, Sheppard. As if I would have - don't you have any idea how long I've been wanting - "

That was pretty much all John's restraint could take. Rodney was pressed up against the door, against John, before John'd even made a conscious decision about moving.

Rodney's mouth was just as warm, just as slick, just as eager as it'd been that morning. Just as much of a surprise and a damned revelation. Rodney grunted and gave back as good as he got, his hands sliding into John's back pockets even as he gently bit down on John's lower lip.

When John pulled away, Rodney was panting, a flush painted high on his cheekbones. There was an element of mischief to his smile, but John had other things to think about just then.


*


Later (where later means after John has dressed again, and used Rodney's shower, and softly kissed him goodnight):

"McKay?"

"Yes Colonel?"

John, hand still against the radio in his ear, couldn't quite sustain the frown at the mischief in Rodney's voice. He lifted a foot to nudge his mattress, and his bed jingled. Where the hell had Rodney gotten the pennies from?

"Thought you said you didn't know what the date it was?"

McKay's voice, when he answered, was low and self-satisfied, and John couldn't help the flash of heat that unhelpfully sparked in his belly.

"April fools."

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

The thing that happened when they discovered an Ancient Crazy Ray!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[villainny.livejournal.com]

...see, I know exactly which AU that one should be a snippet from, but I have no idea if I can make it coherent in a small space.

XD

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I AM TOTALLY OK WITH IT NOT BEING SMALL. You know. If that counts for anything.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You are entirely too kind. :-*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The neon light fractured with the raindrops, with the heavy boots John was thankful for as he waded through the puddle, already reaching into his pocket for the cardkey. The way the sharp blue shòupiàochù sign refracted and cut through to settle in the base of his spine, made it hard to walk for a second, meant that he was pretty much resigned when he saw him. It was kind of inevitable, after the day he'd had, that this was what the Universe had saved up to finish things up all special.

"Shepherd," Miller greeted him, fingers curled tight around the flexes people'd ignore same as ever, voice curled tight around the disdain he never did a gorram thing to hide.

"Told you already," John said, weary, just focusing on holding the cardkey steady enough to open the damn door, "I don't do that any more. It's John, now."

"I'm uncomfortable with the implied level of intimacy," Miller said tartly, and John let the door see his smile 'cos it was easier, that way.

"Sure," he said, "whatever you say. You comin' up?"

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I want your take on anything Torchwood. *squishes*

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

*points at icon* There's your prompt. McShep, please. *g*

[midnight-violet.livejournal.com]

i have no idea where you went from aim then...hey ho. im still online.
4 is the magic number. something with your compass point people, if anything occurs to you?

otherwise anything i know:D

[(Anonymous)]

I want Lilly to discover Atlantis. If you write some I'll write some!

[areyoumymemmy.livejournal.com]

uh, this was me. :D

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Radek didn't even know Atlantis had a library until the orangutan shows up...

[hilarytamar.livejournal.com]

Ooo! Ooo! *votes for this one*

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

Something Discworld, for old time's sake? Concerning Vimes, Vetinari, or both. April Fool's Day.

(I was just looking back at stuff when I first got my LJ - do you realize how long we've known each other??!)

*hugs*