meme from hermette
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.
Oh, here goes...
( holy shit I need to cut this 0_o )
Oh, here goes...
( holy shit I need to cut this 0_o )
Okay, here's some of the Post-viperfrakking - it's the mini bit, where they're all locked together and awesome....
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“What the frak was that, Starbuck?” His voice hoarse, and she feels it somewhere at the base of her spine.
“That was me saving your ass.” She’s panting too, and grins at him. Their eyes lock, and though she can’t properly make them out, she can feel their heat.
“Starbuck, Apollo, its going to take a few minutes to get out a crew out to you,” Dee’s voice comes over the com.
“Copy that,” Starbuck says. She looks down at Lee. “Gonna be finished yelling at me by then?”
He makes a sort of frustrated noise, and she knows his forehead’s all crinkled, has seen the look on his face and heard that noise hundreds of times. But its never sounded as … sexy as it does right now, right in her ear. Her body is still humming from the dogfight and the exhilaration and adrenaline is coursing through her veins. She smirks, head hanging back and lets out a long sigh.
Lee’s quiet for longer than she thought he’d be.
“What were you thinking?” he eventually cuts in.
“That there was no way I was leaving you out there.”
“But I ordered you to go back.”
She sighs. “Yeah, but it was a stupid order.”
“You don’t get to chose which ones you follow, Kara,” he says, angrily.
She sighs. “I know. But I could bring you back, and I did, and we’re both okay. The Old Man sorta ordered me to try it, anyway. And he outranks you, so shut the frak up. You’re too valuable to be left out there,” she adds, tone deliberately lighter.
“What?” he splutters.
“Not many of us left, Lee,” she says, calmly. “Dipsticks big enough to be CAG are few and far between, you know.”
He laughs, a hoarse sort of laugh and Kara shifts in her seat at the thrill it gives her, and laughs too.
“I dunno, I think you’re selling yourself short Lieutenant. I think you’re definitely in the running.”
“Oh, Sir, you’re too kind,” she purrs, trying to keep a straight face. “But I just don’t know if I have it in me.”
He snickers at her wording, and she grins. Well, she hadn’t meant it like that, but whatever.
“Something funny, Sir?” she asks, raising an eyebrow though he can’t see it.
“Interesting choice of words.” His tone is deliberately casual.
“Mmm,” she says knowingly, and hears him take a deep breath. “Something you wanna share with the class, Sir?”
He doesn’t answer straight away. They sit, staring at each other - through helmets and canopies, granted, but she can feel his gaze and knows he can feel hers. She’s still buzzing with adrenaline, and doesn’t want it to end because she’s going to have to face everything that happened in the last two days and she doesn’t want to. Right now the blood is still pounding in her ears and droplets of sweat are rolling down her back, and she realises her hand is still curled around the stick, their birds are lying side by side in something that is seeming more and more intimate.
“Well?” she prompts, and waits to see will he rise to the bait, will he give in to the obvious innuendo.
But then the deck crew come over to untangle the Vipers as best they can, and the moment’s gone.
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And the Ninja Report? Is a Sherlock kinkmeme fill that I started anonymously, but eh. Here: a Sherlock/HIMYM crossover with ninjas and BAMF!John.
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