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[nny]

Um.

Favour, please?

You guys know my fandoms, I should think, and I just really need some fluff. Well-characterised fluff if at all possible, yes, but fluff. I'm just in a really odd mood where I think I'm on the verge of sobbing for no good reason, and I'd really rather derail that if at all possible. Any links will be hugely appreciated and ensure the continued intactitude of my brain.

Thanks.

Comments

[innerbrat]

I can't write fluff, but I can say I want you here to refill your green diamond.

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

"Msdlf?" said Spencer, his face smushed against the wall of Bob's narrow bunk.

Bob peered down at him, trying to decide if any explanation would be worth waking a sleep-deprived Spencer Smith. He pulled his head out to look around the bus. Gerard's and Mikey's bunks were occupied, Frank would kill him with a shoe for even thinking of stealing his, and there was no way in hell he was risking a limb in the death-trap hidden somewhere under Toro's mess.

"Move over," he said, more to himself than his new friend, and eased himself under the sheets. He turned to face Spencer, then slung a companionable arm around the kid's waist.

"Dfweh," Spencer replied, shifting to fit comfortably against Bob's chest.

(Um, and in the early afternoon they wake up to find "Please look after this bear -- JW" written on the back of Spencer's neck in thin blue sharpie. Bob shrugs and makes them both coffee, pretending not to notice Spencer's embarrassment. They talk about drumming for a while, and not about how near the end of a tour, when you're running on junk food and adrenaline, how you just want to play something new for once and tempers can get frayed. Spencer kind of smiles into the coffee cup, though, and Bob definitely pretends not to notice how hot that is, because Panic are all kinda young, and anyway Walker is a dead man for-- But then Spencer's kissing the side of his mouth, just once, just lightly, and Bob isn't an idiot.)

(Um, um, and then after Panic have played but before MCR are on, Bob finds Walker sitting with a coke and opens his mouth to say something, but all the words kinda get jumbled up together so he's standing there with his mouth open and Walker just laughs and says, "Yeah, you can keep him.")

(Um, um, um. So Bob does.)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

...that is absolutely adorable. Could kiss you. :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

♥

[havenstar.livejournal.com]

Um. I've been collecting a list of SGA AU fic that I like, intending to do a rec list at some point.. so I've got lots of those. If you haven't read it, there's a gen piece that's a sort of crossover with Good Omens. It's called The Bang and the Clatter (http://trinityofone.unrealwords.com/bangclatter.html) and it's by the very excellent trinityofone.

[oneechan19.livejournal.com]

[So, I thought there should be some SGA, especially some McKay/Sheppard SGA. But Rodney isn't exactly... fluffy. Therefore, you get this instead. :D?]

"Here."

McKay stares at the plain brown paper bag like it's going to bite him. "What is this?"

"Geesh, McKay, I thought you were a genius," Sheppard smirks, leaning against the doorway, still holding out the bag.

"Yes, yes, I am a genius, thank you," McKay says, waving a hand absently while not removing his eyes from the bag. "But what," he repeats, pointing a finger, "is that?"

Because when Sheppard had brought him things before, they were never in plain brown paper bags. He has good reason to be suspicious.

"Well..." Sheppard drawls, causing McKay to tear his eyes from the bag to Sheppard's face, frowning. Sheppard reaches up with his free hand, scratching the back of his head. "I heard that it might be your birthday, so..." He shakes the hand holding the bag to finish his sentence.

McKay's eyes widen, and he looks back down at the bag. "You... got something?" He looks up at Sheppard, who has decided that the floor looks very interesting this afternoon. "Something for... me?"

Sheppard shrugs, looking up but not at McKay. "Yeah. I mean, you're part of my team. Why shouldn't I?" He finally looks at McKay, smiling slightly.

"I..." McKay blinks a couple times, then something softens in his face. Reaching out, he takes the bag from Sheppard's hand. If their fingers brush, it's only because McKay didn't want whatever was in the bag to spill. Of course. It's his turn to not look at the other man as he looks in what is now... awe? at the bag in his hands. "Um... thank you."

Sheppard shrugs again, then nods. Without saying another word, he leaves the room.

He's halfway down the hall when he hears "Major!" Turning around, he has a McKay right there in his face, slightly callused hands framing his face, crocked lips pressed against his. As Sheppard returns the kiss, he notes that McKay tastes like coffee and chocolate.

On McKay's bed lays a plain brown paper bag, chocolate covered coffee beans spilled on the covers.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*melts happily*

Thank you. :D

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

"What does it do?" Crowley asked, suspiciously poking the offending object.

"It's kitten, it doesn't do anything, Crowley." Aziraphale's muffled voice came from within the pantry. "Oh dear, I think I'm all out of cat food..."

"Just miracle some more, it's pissing down out there." Crowley said absently, as the tiny ball of fur scaled the mighty slopes of his shoulder (and his designer suit) with maximum deployment of claws. "Ow, dam- g- bugger those things are sharp!"

"For the last time, Crowley... oh, nevermind. Look after it while I pop down to the shops, will you?"

"Nonono hang on a second-" But Aziraphale was already gone.

Crowley calmly turned his head to meet the big blue eyes of the creature purring by his ear.

"Mrowr!" It announced, and bit him on the nose.

Crowley added another word to his mental list of Swear Words Unlikely To Incur Wrath, Fire or Brimstone.

"Oh, kittens."

[genarti]

...I don't even know the bands/fandom, and this is adorable.