snl - you give me a look that's like laughing (jimmy/tina, pg)trustingno1August 28 2012, 09:43:17 UTC
Before she was being invited to the Oscars, and staring up at him from magazine covers (covers that never look like her, not really; they airbrush the crap out of her, until her scars disappear (one, his thumb has traced, lightly, a handful of times; others, no-one can see, but he knows - he knows - they’re there)), she was the borderline-hobo eating dinner from an NBC vending machine, licking her fingers and wiping them on her jeans. She was the one who fell asleep at her desk and, upon waking, would rub the drying spit out of the corner of her mouth without batting an eyelid, the one who told him stories about Second City, until he knew way more about Amy than he ever wanted (and he’s still not sure how many of them were true). She was the one who kept a list of things she could offer Lorne, to get her bit chosen that week (back then, “my first-born” was a punch line, number seven on the list, not a little girl with two braids and one missing tooth in her first school picture
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tds - tell me the lies you know i need (jon & stephen friendship, pg)trustingno1August 28 2012, 09:45:54 UTC
At Jon's 50th, he cringes, exaggeratedly, when Stephen's handed the mic. "Don't," he pretends to beg. "I'll give you the earlier time slot. Hell, I'll give you my job. I'll give you anything you want-"
Stephen raises his eyebrow, at that. "Anything?" he repeats, voice low, and Jon snorts into his beer.
"Don't," he says again, mock-warningly, and Stephen looks affronted.
"Jon, you wouldn't hand Jeter a bat and expect him not to swing," there's a beat, then, "Jeter plays baseball, right?" and when Jon can't catch his grin in time, Stephen holds up his first finger in celebration.
"Stephen," he tries, one last time, and, as he expects, Stephen ignores him.
"This guy," he says, throwing an arm over Jon' shoulder, and Jon's squinting against what's coming, already, "is the best thing to have happened to me." There's a practiced pause, then, mercifully, "Professionally, I mean. On a personal level, he's an awful, awful human being, and I have never - will never - count him among my dearest friends." At that, Jon nudges Stephen with his
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Re: tds - tell me the lies you know i need (jon & stephen friendship, pg)sloppycronkiteAugust 30 2012, 09:26:58 UTC
Oh my god. I don't know how you do it (or if it's just been so goddamn long since I've read decent fic - your fic, WHATEVER, THE TWO ARE VERY MUCH INTERCHANGEABLE, OK - and I am sitting here clutching my cheeks because even though I haven't properly watched the shows in, like, 2 years ( ... wow) you can still remind me that I love them, and why I started shipping them in the first place.
WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL?! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. YOU MAKE ME FEEL BRAND NEW, EMMA.
You and your talent can both go fuck yourselves, tbh.
x-files - 'cause maybe we don't have to be all alone (david/gillian, pg)trustingno1August 28 2012, 09:48:04 UTC
She's smoking in his den when he comes home, curled up on his sofa, a magazine - People? US Weekly? Does it, he wonders, even matter? - in her lap.
Wordlessly, he moves an ash tray from the bookshelf to the coffee table in front of her. "I thought you quit," he says, mildly.
She takes another drag on the cigarette, almost thoughtfully. "Bad habits are hard to kick," she says, and her smile is slow and all teeth, and his lips twitch as he takes the jab.
He nods at the magazine. "Is this what you do all day?" and, yeah, it's dry and pointed and maybe someone who hadn't spent twenty years learning, knowing, his every inflection might mistake it for something other than gentle ribbing.
"I'm between jobs, David," she says, mock haughty, before dissolving into laughter that no longer sets his teeth on edge. "And," she holds up the magazine, "I need to know if," she pauses to double-check, "those Twilight kids are getting back together. Someone should've warned them about fucking your co-workers. Terrible idea
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x-files - all we know is distance (we're close and then we run) (david/gillian, pg)trustingno1August 28 2012, 09:49:49 UTC
It's her that pulls the trigger, now or never (not in so many words; "Make up your fucking mind, David," she says, re-fastening her bra, and he props himself up on the mattress on one elbow and kisses her, free hand toying with her hair. She kisses him back, quick, hard kisses, and pulls back. "I can't-" she waves a hand between them, "I'm sick of the sneaking around," she says, simply, with the tiniest of shrugs, and he tugs her back down for another kiss, slower, dirtier, and when she pulls away this time, she's laughing. "I'm not that easily distracted," she protests, but her thumb's gentle as she touches his lips
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Stephen raises his eyebrow, at that. "Anything?" he repeats, voice low, and Jon snorts into his beer.
"Don't," he says again, mock-warningly, and Stephen looks affronted.
"Jon, you wouldn't hand Jeter a bat and expect him not to swing," there's a beat, then, "Jeter plays baseball, right?" and when Jon can't catch his grin in time, Stephen holds up his first finger in celebration.
"Stephen," he tries, one last time, and, as he expects, Stephen ignores him.
"This guy," he says, throwing an arm over Jon' shoulder, and Jon's squinting against what's coming, already, "is the best thing to have happened to me." There's a practiced pause, then, mercifully, "Professionally, I mean. On a personal level, he's an awful, awful human being, and I have never - will never - count him among my dearest friends." At that, Jon nudges Stephen with his ( ... )
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WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL?! THIS IS RIDICULOUS. YOU MAKE ME FEEL BRAND NEW, EMMA.
You and your talent can both go fuck yourselves, tbh.
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(AND RIGHT? I found some old TDS fic drafts that referred to Indecision '10 and was all WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, IT CAN'T HAVE BEEN THAT LONG D:)
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Wordlessly, he moves an ash tray from the bookshelf to the coffee table in front of her. "I thought you quit," he says, mildly.
She takes another drag on the cigarette, almost thoughtfully. "Bad habits are hard to kick," she says, and her smile is slow and all teeth, and his lips twitch as he takes the jab.
He nods at the magazine. "Is this what you do all day?" and, yeah, it's dry and pointed and maybe someone who hadn't spent twenty years learning, knowing, his every inflection might mistake it for something other than gentle ribbing.
"I'm between jobs, David," she says, mock haughty, before dissolving into laughter that no longer sets his teeth on edge. "And," she holds up the magazine, "I need to know if," she pauses to double-check, "those Twilight kids are getting back together. Someone should've warned them about fucking your co-workers. Terrible idea ( ... )
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