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omnipresentdmat, but first, let me post the three prompt-fic I've written so far. I will properly label and organize them later, but for now:
hello_scorpling: Ino/Sakura - "my own worst enemy":
"If you hate her so much, why do you keep talking to her?" Chouji asked.
Shikamaru shot her a sympathetic look and said to Chouji, "Ino doesn't hate her."
Ino swallowed and turned her gaze to the ground, concentrated on picking her way across an especially tricky patch of rocks shifting underfoot. "I don't hate her," Ino confirmed quietly.
"This is what the word frenemy was created for," Chouji said in a considering tone.
"Sakura, Sakura's, not my enemy at all," Ino said, slipping a little. Shikamaru's hand was immediately at her elbow, preventing an embarrassing slide with the pebbles and shale over the side of the cliff and into the valley below.
No--Ino thought, seeking out with a cautious foot for steadier ground--the real enemy here was herself.
Well, herself and the enemy shinobi they were attempting to outmaneuver by taking the higher route, but at least that second problem could be resolved with a well placed kunai. She suspected the first couldn't be solved at all.
***
the_wanlorn: Gus/Shawn, snowmen:
"How about now?" Shawn asked after adjusting the glasses on the snowman a little.
"This is ridiculous," Gus huffed out unhappily.
"I know!" Shawn threw his arms in the air. "I can't get the eyebrows right."
"This is a ski slope," said Gus. "It's used for skiing."
"And those skiers need something to entertain them as they go whipping by." Shawn pulled the first tie out of his bag.
"They'll only see it for a few seconds," said Gus. "It's not worth it, and--and is that my tie?"
Shawn ignored this question, as the answer was obvious--it was the snowman's tie now.
"That's why we're recreating the scene down the entire ski slope," Shawn explained. "It'll be like stop motion, but with snowmen."
"This pundits obsession has officially gone too far," said Gus.
"It can never go too far." Shawn looped the tie around the snowman's neck and made some final adjustments to the glasses.
"You're recreating the entire Conan O'Brian fight on a mountain," said Gus, "and you spent twenty minutes messing with the Jon Stewart snowman's hair!"
"I had to do justice to a man who can properly appreciate the glory of pineapple," Shawn said stubbornly.
"You realize that everything supposedly included in that fake tell-all book was a lie, right?"
Shawn gasped. "Are you calling Stephen Colbert a liar?"
"That's what he does, Shawn. It's his vocation."
"You take that back. You take that back right now."
"No." Gus crossed his arms."You've finally crossed the line from neurotic to psychotic, and I won't enable you anymore."
Shawn responded to this in his typically mature fashion. He shoved Gus over into the snow.
Gus sat up slowly, brushed clumps of the snow off his hat and out of his face. His eyes were narrowed in a way that Shawn recognized as a sign that revenge was imminent.
"Oh, it's on." Immediately after gaining his feet, Gus lunged.
Shawn didn't have a chance to finish his snowmen fight down the ski slope, but there was a fight, and they both resembled snowmen by the end of it.
"Truce?" Shawn finally asked, when they were both wet and shaking with the cold.
"Truce," Gus agreed. "Let's go in and have hot cocoa."
"With little marshmallows?" Shawn asked.
"And whipped cream," Gus said. After a moment, he added, "And I think Rachel Maddow comes on soon."
Shawn beamed at Gus, and they shared a small fistbump.
Then Shawn said, "I'll race you back to the cabin."
He said this, of course, over his shoulder, after he'd already taken off running. Shawn wasn't surprised when Gus's response was a flying tackle that took him down at the knees. By the time they got back to the cabin, Rachel was three-quarters over.
"It's okay." Gus clapped a consoling hand on Shawn's shoulder. "I TiVoed it. We can watch it again when we go home."
"You, Gus, are a true friend," said Shawn admiringly.
"And don't you forget it." Gus dropped his hand down to grab his mug of cocoa and clinked it against the one Shawn was clutching.
As he took a sip of sweet, delicious liquid chocolate, Shawn was so grateful that he resolved not to steal all of Gus's poorly guarded marshmallows while he was distracted. Shawn would leave him one, maybe two if he was feeling generous and Gus shared more of the soft, velvety blanket.
It was a good vacation, even if Gus wouldn't let Shawn fuck him in the snow (or even have sex with him at all right now) since finding out what happened between Shawn and Joy when Gus had selfishly gone off to college and left Shawn all alone, with only Gus's cute, awesome sister to comfort him.
Next year, Shawn promised himself, looking out the window at the gently falling snow. Next year.
***
bibliokat: Psych, Gus/Shawn - dragon & watching another show and commenting on how in love with each other the 2 male leads are:
"Just listen to the dragon," Shawn said, waving his hands at the TV, "and fuck Arthur already!"
"If I knew you were going to get this over-invested and upset over it, I would never have bought you the Merlin boxset and the region-free DVD player," Gus said, sounding worried.
"You can't take it away," Shawn said desperately, "it's my precious."
"Are you going to murder me over this?" Gus asked. "Because that only further confirms this was a mistake."
"Of course I wouldn't," Shawn said, curling up against Gus's arm and shoulder. "You're the other side of my coin, the half which makes me whole."
"Take note, Shawn: stealing lines from fictional dragons isn't so much romantic as kind of pathetic."
"Keep it up," Shawn threatened, "and I won't play magical manservant to your hot, but oblivious prince."
"I would have figured it out episodes ago," Gus said sulkily.
"Yes," Shawn said proudly as he palmed the inseam of Gus's slacks. "Yes, you would have."
omnipresentdmat, but first, let me post the three prompt-fic I've written so far. I will properly label and organize them later, but for now:hello_scorpling: Ino/Sakura - "my own worst enemy":"If you hate her so much, why do you keep talking to her?" Chouji asked.
Shikamaru shot her a sympathetic look and said to Chouji, "Ino doesn't hate her."
Ino swallowed and turned her gaze to the ground, concentrated on picking her way across an especially tricky patch of rocks shifting underfoot. "I don't hate her," Ino confirmed quietly.
"This is what the word frenemy was created for," Chouji said in a considering tone.
"Sakura, Sakura's, not my enemy at all," Ino said, slipping a little. Shikamaru's hand was immediately at her elbow, preventing an embarrassing slide with the pebbles and shale over the side of the cliff and into the valley below.
No--Ino thought, seeking out with a cautious foot for steadier ground--the real enemy here was herself.
Well, herself and the enemy shinobi they were attempting to outmaneuver by taking the higher route, but at least that second problem could be resolved with a well placed kunai. She suspected the first couldn't be solved at all.
***
the_wanlorn: Gus/Shawn, snowmen:"How about now?" Shawn asked after adjusting the glasses on the snowman a little.
"This is ridiculous," Gus huffed out unhappily.
"I know!" Shawn threw his arms in the air. "I can't get the eyebrows right."
"This is a ski slope," said Gus. "It's used for skiing."
"And those skiers need something to entertain them as they go whipping by." Shawn pulled the first tie out of his bag.
"They'll only see it for a few seconds," said Gus. "It's not worth it, and--and is that my tie?"
Shawn ignored this question, as the answer was obvious--it was the snowman's tie now.
"That's why we're recreating the scene down the entire ski slope," Shawn explained. "It'll be like stop motion, but with snowmen."
"This pundits obsession has officially gone too far," said Gus.
"It can never go too far." Shawn looped the tie around the snowman's neck and made some final adjustments to the glasses.
"You're recreating the entire Conan O'Brian fight on a mountain," said Gus, "and you spent twenty minutes messing with the Jon Stewart snowman's hair!"
"I had to do justice to a man who can properly appreciate the glory of pineapple," Shawn said stubbornly.
"You realize that everything supposedly included in that fake tell-all book was a lie, right?"
Shawn gasped. "Are you calling Stephen Colbert a liar?"
"That's what he does, Shawn. It's his vocation."
"You take that back. You take that back right now."
"No." Gus crossed his arms."You've finally crossed the line from neurotic to psychotic, and I won't enable you anymore."
Shawn responded to this in his typically mature fashion. He shoved Gus over into the snow.
Gus sat up slowly, brushed clumps of the snow off his hat and out of his face. His eyes were narrowed in a way that Shawn recognized as a sign that revenge was imminent.
"Oh, it's on." Immediately after gaining his feet, Gus lunged.
Shawn didn't have a chance to finish his snowmen fight down the ski slope, but there was a fight, and they both resembled snowmen by the end of it.
"Truce?" Shawn finally asked, when they were both wet and shaking with the cold.
"Truce," Gus agreed. "Let's go in and have hot cocoa."
"With little marshmallows?" Shawn asked.
"And whipped cream," Gus said. After a moment, he added, "And I think Rachel Maddow comes on soon."
Shawn beamed at Gus, and they shared a small fistbump.
Then Shawn said, "I'll race you back to the cabin."
He said this, of course, over his shoulder, after he'd already taken off running. Shawn wasn't surprised when Gus's response was a flying tackle that took him down at the knees. By the time they got back to the cabin, Rachel was three-quarters over.
"It's okay." Gus clapped a consoling hand on Shawn's shoulder. "I TiVoed it. We can watch it again when we go home."
"You, Gus, are a true friend," said Shawn admiringly.
"And don't you forget it." Gus dropped his hand down to grab his mug of cocoa and clinked it against the one Shawn was clutching.
As he took a sip of sweet, delicious liquid chocolate, Shawn was so grateful that he resolved not to steal all of Gus's poorly guarded marshmallows while he was distracted. Shawn would leave him one, maybe two if he was feeling generous and Gus shared more of the soft, velvety blanket.
It was a good vacation, even if Gus wouldn't let Shawn fuck him in the snow (or even have sex with him at all right now) since finding out what happened between Shawn and Joy when Gus had selfishly gone off to college and left Shawn all alone, with only Gus's cute, awesome sister to comfort him.
Next year, Shawn promised himself, looking out the window at the gently falling snow. Next year.
***
bibliokat: Psych, Gus/Shawn - dragon & watching another show and commenting on how in love with each other the 2 male leads are:"Just listen to the dragon," Shawn said, waving his hands at the TV, "and fuck Arthur already!"
"If I knew you were going to get this over-invested and upset over it, I would never have bought you the Merlin boxset and the region-free DVD player," Gus said, sounding worried.
"You can't take it away," Shawn said desperately, "it's my precious."
"Are you going to murder me over this?" Gus asked. "Because that only further confirms this was a mistake."
"Of course I wouldn't," Shawn said, curling up against Gus's arm and shoulder. "You're the other side of my coin, the half which makes me whole."
"Take note, Shawn: stealing lines from fictional dragons isn't so much romantic as kind of pathetic."
"Keep it up," Shawn threatened, "and I won't play magical manservant to your hot, but oblivious prince."
"I would have figured it out episodes ago," Gus said sulkily.
"Yes," Shawn said proudly as he palmed the inseam of Gus's slacks. "Yes, you would have."
Tags:
- characters: akimichi chouji,
- characters: burton guster,
- characters: haruno sakura,
- characters: nara shikamaru,
- characters: shawn spencer,
- characters: yamanaka ino,
- fandom: psych,
- fandom: uzumaki naruto,
- ship: burton guster/shawn spencer,
- ship: haruno sakura/yamanaka ino,
- type: femslash,
- type: prompts post,
- type: slash
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Date: 2008-12-24 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 07:00 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-12-24 01:28 pm (UTC)LOVE
YOU
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Date: 2008-12-28 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-28 07:01 pm (UTC)According to Stephen Colbert, Jon is, and don't you know by now to take Stephen's words at face value?
Glad you enjoyed them!
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Date: 2008-12-28 07:02 pm (UTC)Me, too! Someone should make this happen and provide photographic evidence.
I didn't even mean to do that, but obviously Merlin has taken over my brain
Haha, it wasn't just you. Even if I'm not writing for it, I love it a lot.
I'm glad you enjoyed them ♥
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Date: 2009-12-21 11:34 pm (UTC)"You can't take it away," Shawn said desperately, "it's my precious."
"Are you going to murder me over this?" Gus asked. "Because that only further confirms this was a mistake."
And:
"Take note, Shawn: stealing lines from fictional dragons isn't so much romantic as kind of pathetic."
Heeeeee. <3
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Date: 2010-02-23 10:37 pm (UTC)