It's been over 24 HOURS since I did a meme

[sabinetzin]

So here is the five minute comment fic meme, stolen, as one does, from pocky_slash and schmerica:

1. Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
2. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iPod WMP library).
3. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you think I might enjoy) - write.
4. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
5. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you!



1. The Enemy Within
2. Flat of the Blade
3. Mood Indigo
4. It's Over
5. All the Small Things
6. Wrap Your Arms Around Me
7. #1
8. Ant in Alaska
9. If Ever I Would Leave You
10. Freedom

Comments

LOOK HOW SMART MY ASS IS

[theleaveswant]

(responds to prompts 5 and 6)

The largest of the three baby sloths reached out with one wavering forelimb to hook hir fingers around one of hir smaller, fluffier friends and draw hir in closer in the nest of towels that lined the giant plastic basin in which they currently resided, while holding a lump of oxidizing banana to hir mouth with the claws of hir other forelimb. The smaller sloth sniffled and squirmed, then found hir own morsel of fruit and settled down to eat it. The larger sloth closed hir eyes and sighed contentedly.

Re: LOOK HOW SMART MY ASS IS

[sabinetzin]

DAWWWWWWWWWWW.

I made little flaily hands. slooooooooooooths

[clavally]

Prompt #10. Sorry for being so morbid. :/

The vines that caught McKay on their second day hung on for dear life, literally.

On the tenth day, John had Rodney laid up in a cave where he shivered and gasped in pain, the plant tendrils digging in further and further.

On the fifteenth day he could no longer speak. He just looked at John and then his gun with a pitiful expression that plead for freedom.

"Just hang on, Buddy. Someone from Atlantis will be out soon to get us."

Rodney looked away.

On the thirtieth day, Rodney didn't wake up again and John quietly packed his things and made his way back to the gate.

[sabinetzin]

Awww, sad boys. :(

[mific]

Prompt #2


"You're gonna move that, right?" gasped John, holding himself utterly still on the bed. "Before I...before it..."

"Gotta control yourself, Sheppard," grunted Ronon, keeping the flat of his blade pressed firmly against John's belly. It was as sharp as monofilament. John knew, he'd seen it slice clean through a tissue Ronon had dropped onto it from shoulder height.

The knife was laid sideways, one scarily sharp edge facing down toward his feet. Ronon's hand on the hilt was absolutely still, no tremor, nothing. It was Ronon, so John wasn't really freaked. This was was just some macho Satedan drinking game and he'd lost the toss, but it'd all be fine, if he could just get the message through to his dick to calm the fuck down.

He tried to crane his neck up and take a look down where the action was, but Ronon stopped him, growling a little. And fuck but that was making it worse, his goddam dick liked the growling and it liked that Ronon's blade was pressed there, low on John's belly, and surely a normal person wouldn't even get a hard-on if the end result was slicing the head of your dick in two on some maniac's knife?

John groaned, his dick getting even harder and inching up his stomach as it filled. Apparently he wasn't normal.

[sabinetzin]

Mmmmm, I like everything about this. :D