sugarless candy.
Oh, man. I finished that sentence meme. How long has it taken me? Anyway, I'm whoring out the fics here because it's the first thing I've 'accomplished' in a while and I want to feel it. So, here are my sentences, and here's hoping they're the first crack in this motherfucking Berlin Wall that is my block.
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a - adorable - [J2]
Stupid drunk, singing Justin Timberlake and struggling to take his shoes off even though they have no laces; he’s maybe the sweetest goddamn thing you’ve ever seen.
- antichrist [SamxDean]
He’s too late, thirty blood-splattered, faithless years too late, he knows, and yet he finds himself saying it anyway: please, God, get me out of here [Sammy needs me].
b - blaze [Jack/Ennis]
The truth of Jack’s travels south had been a struck match to your heart, quick ignition and slow, scarring burn [he died without the chance to douse the flame].
- bondage [Cameron/13]
Thin, twisted cotton-cords pull, pull her closer, the loop and curl of the other girl’s tongue [inside her] entices, teases, and the sight of House stooped in the doorway pushes her over the edge.
c - candy - [J2]
“I love you -” Jared says, gravely, a hand firm on Jensen’s chest, the other shaking a container insistently in Jensen’s face, “- and I’d pretty much do anything for you; but if you touch my stash again I’m gonna use the sour straps to have you drawn and quartered, okay?”
d - daisy - [Cedric/Laurent]
Long, thick grass giving them shelter, Laurent pulls the petals from a flower [he loves me, he loves me not] while Cedric laughs, calls him abruti, and starts to unbuckle Laurent’s belt.
- dance - [Hotch/Morgan]
In the morning, afterwards, they quickstep round the kitchen making coffee, careful not to touch or graze or bump the other, careful not to tip the first domino and set a path back to the bedroom [they’re late for work already].
e - engaged - [J2]
Jimmy didn’t want to go to that stinky restaurant for his stupid grandparents - it’s not like he cared they were still in love after fifty years, gross - but if every time he goes he finds two dudes from TV doing stuff dudes aren’t meant to, he won’t complain [who knew an unlocked toilet door could mean a life-time supply of candy?]
- endearing - [Jensen/Jeff]
You’re baffled by the doe-eyed, weak-kneed, splash-me-with-water adulation until you hear his voice curl around your name - like the dip and lilt of a siren’s song and he’s leading you astray.
f - fangirls - [J2]
Jensen says, yes, he understands the loyalty to the fans, no really, he gets it but why, why the hell would Jared think it’s okay to wear a tee that says I SLEPT WITH JENSEN ACKLES AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT, just because some crazy bitch sent it to him?
- freaking Out [SamxDean]
Sam wakes up, screaming, sheets tight around his hot skin - chains - and Dean in the next bed telling him it’s only a dream [they still have one week left].
g - grimoire - [Sam&Dean]
There’s a cross etched deep into his forearm - four points for four lives stolen - built with tiny, intricate swirls of text [omnis satanica potestas] and rosary beads circling, snaking to his shoulder [Dean always said he wore his heart on his sleave].
h - honesty - [J2]
After the announcement, the plasticine smiles and hollow best wishes, Jared shows up at Jensen’s place with guilt smeared across his face and gentle, hopeful hands; stepping in uninvited and ignoring Jensen’s lies, ‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,’ backing him into the bedroom.
i - irrational - [Reid/Morgan]
You’re five minutes late, barely, and he’s crowding you into a corner, touching, inspecting [worrying] and you push back, tell him you’re not a kid and stop forgetting but this isn’t about your size or your state or your strength - this is about him and his fear of losing you [and losing control].
j - justice - [MASH]
Radar tries to reason why, he tries to remember all the things he’s done - hating school, doubting God, blaming his father - and how any could be worth this, how anyone could deserve to go to war [he doesn’t know].
k - kissable - [Jensen/Chris]
At the base of his spine, half an inch to the left, that almost-can’t-be-found place: Chris presses his lips, soft and static, and Jensen’s down, out, sinking into the mattress [every time].
l - love - [J2]
Jared’s nuzzling at the skin where Jensen’s collarbone meets his neck, nuzzling and rumbling, “say it, say it, say it,” trying to coerce Jensen with foreplay but instead irritating him enough to finally win him over, “Okay, fine, I love the night life, alright? I fucking love to boogie.”
- late - [Morgan/Garcia]
It’s in the wake of one-too-many hit and misses, the smoke clearing as the latest bombshell walks out of his bedroom, his life - it’s then that he knows who he wants to wake up with, and it’s too late now, anyway.
m - mother - [Radar]
You’re lost when Hawkeye’s lonely, helpless when BJ needs to be helpful; you slow down for Potter’s struggling bones and hurry to clean Klinger’s messes [you’re however your family needs you, as your mother taught you to be].
n - not Enough - [BJ/H]
They’re just touching and talking and trying to keep it together but times up, goodbye’s here [I’m gonna miss you, a lot,] and they’ve got to make do.
o - oatmeal - [SamxDean]
When Sam plays The Mad Scientist for his third grade class, Dean volunteers to be his victim; setting up a rig that fountains oatmeal from his gut and splatters screaming kids faces with gluggy intestines.
p - photograph - [Gideon/Reid gen]
When you get back your photo’s still pinned on the white board next to Hotch’s desperate scrawl [your twenty five years in a few short words]; and when Gideon walks in, finds you staring, he doesn’t rush to take it down, or make excuses, he just puts a gentle hand on your back and says, “there’s no crime in being a victim, Reid.”
- pillow - [House]
When Wilson tells House that he needs to find himself some company, he doesn’t mean a pillow case - Wilson’s pillowcase - with a face drawn on, prison stripes and a nametag, Hello! My name is Martha [House does it anyway].
[this is supposed to be a castaway parody - get it, wilson - but i'm not sure it worked! ha!]
q - quote - [MASH]
Hawkeye says, “these sorrows make me old,” and he says “let me count the ways,” and he talks in others words in fear that his aren’t worth enough, that his will never be enough to keep you.
r - respite - [SamxDean]
If Sam sees them at their best - lounged out in the Texan sun, backs against the cool of the Impala, a cold beer and ‘cheers’ for a job well done - if he keeps it in mind, his mind, then maybe it can come true, too.
s - subtle - [CM]
It’s in his walk and talk, not in his emotions but in his effort to hide them; it’s in the things you wouldn’t see if you weren’t a profiler, but that’s just it: you are [and he knows it].
- spaceship - [Mal/Other]
Mal brings her to his bunk to fuck, that’s all - not to caress, or spoil, or shower with false flattery [he saw the way she looked at Serenity, he saw distaste, and those girls are only ever good enough for fucking].
t - tangled - [SamxDean]
Sam finds you naked, hungry and tied to a you-can’t-miss-it welcome sign [just outside You’re So Fucking Lost, Arizona]; and all he has to offer is a cocky smirk, twirl of your knife and, “I told you not to sleep with his girlfriend.”
u - unzip - [Hotch/Gideon]
After Haley [after too many years playing in another man’s life], Jason is it and all that could have been - like breathing, living again, unzipping the body bag from inside and crawling back out to daylight.
v - voyeurism - [Jensen/Jeff]
“No, no, no,” Jeff orders, sprawled out on the bed and watching Jensen unravel, skin to skin to skin, revealing something sacred, something new. “You slow down, boy, we’ve got all night.”
w - wish - [Chris/Steve]
You wake up to a pink-frosted cupcake stuck to your forehead and Chris tugging your sweatpants down, off, so that your ‘I wish you wouldn’t-’ is lost when he takes you deep, deepest [instead you think, happy birthday to me].
x - xylophone - [BJ/H]
Hand to knee to hip to navel and fingertips scraping back down again, taking you, holding and drawing those sounds from you; always the right force, the right way, he knows you and he plays you and you let him.
y - yellow Submarine - [Hotch/Gideon]
It’s a quick dive [please] and a slow, steady sink to the bottom; the cool, dark slide of Jason’s hands might as well be a fist to Hotch’s heart, pressure in on all sides and he’s struggling to breathe.
“Okay?” Gideon asks, because he’ll stop if he needs to but he doesn’t want to, it won’t be easy. Hotch is here, beneath - no - with him, undone and falling apart, a storm that needs to be weathered and Jason’s seen enough to know, he’s ready.
“Yeah - I - it’s fine. It’ good, I,” and Hotch nuzzles up, closer, finds Jason’s mouth to kiss. It’s time to stop fighting it, sink into it [breathe].
z - zebra - [MASH]
“Remind me,” Hawkeye says, approaching the table [Cooper, Ken, Private; critical]. “Is it red on white or white on red?”
I'm too lazy to code in the requesters, but you know who you are, so thank you for playing, and hopefully I can write something better soon.
*
a - adorable - [J2]
Stupid drunk, singing Justin Timberlake and struggling to take his shoes off even though they have no laces; he’s maybe the sweetest goddamn thing you’ve ever seen.
- antichrist [SamxDean]
He’s too late, thirty blood-splattered, faithless years too late, he knows, and yet he finds himself saying it anyway: please, God, get me out of here [Sammy needs me].
b - blaze [Jack/Ennis]
The truth of Jack’s travels south had been a struck match to your heart, quick ignition and slow, scarring burn [he died without the chance to douse the flame].
- bondage [Cameron/13]
Thin, twisted cotton-cords pull, pull her closer, the loop and curl of the other girl’s tongue [inside her] entices, teases, and the sight of House stooped in the doorway pushes her over the edge.
c - candy - [J2]
“I love you -” Jared says, gravely, a hand firm on Jensen’s chest, the other shaking a container insistently in Jensen’s face, “- and I’d pretty much do anything for you; but if you touch my stash again I’m gonna use the sour straps to have you drawn and quartered, okay?”
d - daisy - [Cedric/Laurent]
Long, thick grass giving them shelter, Laurent pulls the petals from a flower [he loves me, he loves me not] while Cedric laughs, calls him abruti, and starts to unbuckle Laurent’s belt.
- dance - [Hotch/Morgan]
In the morning, afterwards, they quickstep round the kitchen making coffee, careful not to touch or graze or bump the other, careful not to tip the first domino and set a path back to the bedroom [they’re late for work already].
e - engaged - [J2]
Jimmy didn’t want to go to that stinky restaurant for his stupid grandparents - it’s not like he cared they were still in love after fifty years, gross - but if every time he goes he finds two dudes from TV doing stuff dudes aren’t meant to, he won’t complain [who knew an unlocked toilet door could mean a life-time supply of candy?]
- endearing - [Jensen/Jeff]
You’re baffled by the doe-eyed, weak-kneed, splash-me-with-water adulation until you hear his voice curl around your name - like the dip and lilt of a siren’s song and he’s leading you astray.
f - fangirls - [J2]
Jensen says, yes, he understands the loyalty to the fans, no really, he gets it but why, why the hell would Jared think it’s okay to wear a tee that says I SLEPT WITH JENSEN ACKLES AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT, just because some crazy bitch sent it to him?
- freaking Out [SamxDean]
Sam wakes up, screaming, sheets tight around his hot skin - chains - and Dean in the next bed telling him it’s only a dream [they still have one week left].
g - grimoire - [Sam&Dean]
There’s a cross etched deep into his forearm - four points for four lives stolen - built with tiny, intricate swirls of text [omnis satanica potestas] and rosary beads circling, snaking to his shoulder [Dean always said he wore his heart on his sleave].
h - honesty - [J2]
After the announcement, the plasticine smiles and hollow best wishes, Jared shows up at Jensen’s place with guilt smeared across his face and gentle, hopeful hands; stepping in uninvited and ignoring Jensen’s lies, ‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,’ backing him into the bedroom.
i - irrational - [Reid/Morgan]
You’re five minutes late, barely, and he’s crowding you into a corner, touching, inspecting [worrying] and you push back, tell him you’re not a kid and stop forgetting but this isn’t about your size or your state or your strength - this is about him and his fear of losing you [and losing control].
j - justice - [MASH]
Radar tries to reason why, he tries to remember all the things he’s done - hating school, doubting God, blaming his father - and how any could be worth this, how anyone could deserve to go to war [he doesn’t know].
k - kissable - [Jensen/Chris]
At the base of his spine, half an inch to the left, that almost-can’t-be-found place: Chris presses his lips, soft and static, and Jensen’s down, out, sinking into the mattress [every time].
l - love - [J2]
Jared’s nuzzling at the skin where Jensen’s collarbone meets his neck, nuzzling and rumbling, “say it, say it, say it,” trying to coerce Jensen with foreplay but instead irritating him enough to finally win him over, “Okay, fine, I love the night life, alright? I fucking love to boogie.”
- late - [Morgan/Garcia]
It’s in the wake of one-too-many hit and misses, the smoke clearing as the latest bombshell walks out of his bedroom, his life - it’s then that he knows who he wants to wake up with, and it’s too late now, anyway.
m - mother - [Radar]
You’re lost when Hawkeye’s lonely, helpless when BJ needs to be helpful; you slow down for Potter’s struggling bones and hurry to clean Klinger’s messes [you’re however your family needs you, as your mother taught you to be].
n - not Enough - [BJ/H]
They’re just touching and talking and trying to keep it together but times up, goodbye’s here [I’m gonna miss you, a lot,] and they’ve got to make do.
o - oatmeal - [SamxDean]
When Sam plays The Mad Scientist for his third grade class, Dean volunteers to be his victim; setting up a rig that fountains oatmeal from his gut and splatters screaming kids faces with gluggy intestines.
p - photograph - [Gideon/Reid gen]
When you get back your photo’s still pinned on the white board next to Hotch’s desperate scrawl [your twenty five years in a few short words]; and when Gideon walks in, finds you staring, he doesn’t rush to take it down, or make excuses, he just puts a gentle hand on your back and says, “there’s no crime in being a victim, Reid.”
- pillow - [House]
When Wilson tells House that he needs to find himself some company, he doesn’t mean a pillow case - Wilson’s pillowcase - with a face drawn on, prison stripes and a nametag, Hello! My name is Martha [House does it anyway].
[this is supposed to be a castaway parody - get it, wilson - but i'm not sure it worked! ha!]
q - quote - [MASH]
Hawkeye says, “these sorrows make me old,” and he says “let me count the ways,” and he talks in others words in fear that his aren’t worth enough, that his will never be enough to keep you.
r - respite - [SamxDean]
If Sam sees them at their best - lounged out in the Texan sun, backs against the cool of the Impala, a cold beer and ‘cheers’ for a job well done - if he keeps it in mind, his mind, then maybe it can come true, too.
s - subtle - [CM]
It’s in his walk and talk, not in his emotions but in his effort to hide them; it’s in the things you wouldn’t see if you weren’t a profiler, but that’s just it: you are [and he knows it].
- spaceship - [Mal/Other]
Mal brings her to his bunk to fuck, that’s all - not to caress, or spoil, or shower with false flattery [he saw the way she looked at Serenity, he saw distaste, and those girls are only ever good enough for fucking].
t - tangled - [SamxDean]
Sam finds you naked, hungry and tied to a you-can’t-miss-it welcome sign [just outside You’re So Fucking Lost, Arizona]; and all he has to offer is a cocky smirk, twirl of your knife and, “I told you not to sleep with his girlfriend.”
u - unzip - [Hotch/Gideon]
After Haley [after too many years playing in another man’s life], Jason is it and all that could have been - like breathing, living again, unzipping the body bag from inside and crawling back out to daylight.
v - voyeurism - [Jensen/Jeff]
“No, no, no,” Jeff orders, sprawled out on the bed and watching Jensen unravel, skin to skin to skin, revealing something sacred, something new. “You slow down, boy, we’ve got all night.”
w - wish - [Chris/Steve]
You wake up to a pink-frosted cupcake stuck to your forehead and Chris tugging your sweatpants down, off, so that your ‘I wish you wouldn’t-’ is lost when he takes you deep, deepest [instead you think, happy birthday to me].
x - xylophone - [BJ/H]
Hand to knee to hip to navel and fingertips scraping back down again, taking you, holding and drawing those sounds from you; always the right force, the right way, he knows you and he plays you and you let him.
y - yellow Submarine - [Hotch/Gideon]
It’s a quick dive [please] and a slow, steady sink to the bottom; the cool, dark slide of Jason’s hands might as well be a fist to Hotch’s heart, pressure in on all sides and he’s struggling to breathe.
“Okay?” Gideon asks, because he’ll stop if he needs to but he doesn’t want to, it won’t be easy. Hotch is here, beneath - no - with him, undone and falling apart, a storm that needs to be weathered and Jason’s seen enough to know, he’s ready.
“Yeah - I - it’s fine. It’ good, I,” and Hotch nuzzles up, closer, finds Jason’s mouth to kiss. It’s time to stop fighting it, sink into it [breathe].
z - zebra - [MASH]
“Remind me,” Hawkeye says, approaching the table [Cooper, Ken, Private; critical]. “Is it red on white or white on red?”
I'm too lazy to code in the requesters, but you know who you are, so thank you for playing, and hopefully I can write something better soon.