aimlesstravels made me do it:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character/gen fic of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, maybe find a creative alternative?
I can write for : Inception, Harry Potter,
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She was so ready to be Peter.
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"I know," said Eames with a sigh.
"I really, really hate you." Arthur's voice slurred. Bloody hell, how pissed was he? Eames had known Arthur to drink an alcoholic under the table, so he started to wonder if he might want to think about the emergency room for the point man. Alcohol poisoning wasn't fun at all (yes, he knew from experience, and no, it wasn't anyone's business, thank you).
"I know, Arthur."
"You're so goddamn sexy."
Eames stumbled, almost dropping Arthur flat on his face in the hallway. "What?"
"I hate how much I love you."
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Feel free to run with it however you see fit. Gen or pairing. 9, 10, or 11th Doctor. Companions optional. Dream Lord optional. Maybe the team is sent to extract from The Doctor by UNIT?
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Ariadne blinked. "What?"
"Dream sharing! Early twenty-first century technology, rather primitive compared to the total dream immersion of the fifty-second, but still so brilliant! Humans!" The man grinned like a moron, though Ariadne had to admit he was cute, especially in the suit (but, she might have been a little biased).
"I don't like this," Cobb murmured, and Arthur nodded with stone-faced agreement.
"Oh, come on!" exclaimed the man, "I don't bite. Well, not much, not unless-"
"Doctor!" called a blonde from the blue box.
"Got to go. Oh, and don't try to extract from Time Lords, yeah?"
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I can haz possessive Eames? Plz?
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Eames, ever innocent, blinked at him. "Why, whatever do you mean, love?"
"I mean, what did you do to drive everyone else to the far corners of the bar?"
Slowly, Eames turned his head this way and that, making quite the show of taking in the atmosphere, before he turned back to Arthur with a grin.
"I might've said something about losing arms or legs if they touched you. Or heads. I can't remember."
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Oh, possessive Eames will never *not* be oh so adorable.
"Or heads. I can't remember."
Oh, Eames. ♥
Thank you bb!! *hugs*
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(And to NaNo.)
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