when we get down - if we get down - we'll get up again ;;
SHAMELESSLY STOLEN FROM ARDEN (and Katie!)
SO, FOR CHRISTMAS (?) or... newyearsmaybe, feel free to request a drabble.
You give me « One of my characters, and one of yours that I've RPed against
And I will put my ol' iTunes on shuffle and write ... something, of ... some length inspired by whatever comes up.
SO, FOR CHRISTMAS (?) or... newyearsmaybe, feel free to request a drabble.
You give me « One of my characters, and one of yours that I've RPed against
And I will put my ol' iTunes on shuffle and write ... something, of ... some length inspired by whatever comes up.

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Also Sam/Elle.
Also Buffy/Constantine.
I KNOW YOU DID NOT SAY WE COULD REQUEST MORE THAN ONE BUT I DONT CARE, YOU LOVE ME.
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/does things for you anyway
ABBY/ROY ;; inspired by "This Is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson and SKOLD.
She was leaned against the door, calling through it to him. Halloween was, arguably, her favorite holiday; she was dressed up to the nines – having chosen a rather unorthodox costume compared to her usual manner of dress. She was trussed up as a young wife from the 1940's, proudly wearing a Navy emblem brooch at her breast. He didn't seem so thrilled – not with the occasion, and not with his costume. In fact, he rather seemed the opposite of thrilled. She made her pout as audible as she could.
"I have a … reputation to uphold," he responded flatly, just the slightest tinge of tentativeness in his voice. "I can't go out into the city at night looking like this. I'm – "
"Mr. Furious?"
If he listened hard enough, he might be able to hear how her eyes were rolling. Roy was too busy fretting over the way his city would view him if he went out somewhere dressed up in anything other than… well… what he normally wore. Abby was, so far, unimpressed and unphased by his plea for mercy. He was going out to the clubs with her whether he liked it or not.
"Yeah. Mr. Furious. I protect the city! I can't tarnish that by being –"
"The sailor boy to my sailor girl? C'mon, it'll be fun! And? When we get home…" There was deviance dancing around with each word she spoke. Surprisingly enough, this seemed to pique his interests. The door unlocked and swung open slowly, revealing the disgruntled looking man in his full-on 1940's Navy-boy sailor suit. Abby bounced up and down, clapping her hands in delight before she threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.
"You look great," she encouraged, beaming and squeezing tighter. "I promise it'll be worth it." Abby drew back, giving him a playful wink. Roy knew exactly what it meant, and conceded to go romp about with her as much as she wanted.
Men deployed in World War II were away from their wives for a very long time, after all. Things were bound to build up.
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I LOVE THIS IT'S SO ADORABLE fjadlf;ajf
:D
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SAM/ELLE BUFFY/PETER SAM/CLAIRE BELA/DEAN ETC. ETC. YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE.
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or Gwen and Ianto.
♥
OR ANYTHING.
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Sam/Helen
GIBBS/JILLY B|