Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I’ll write you something
- “Wait right there, don’t move!"
- "That’s a good look for you."
- "Could you repeat that?”
- “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
- "Everything’s going to be fine."
- "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
- "Are you flirting with me?”
- “Must be a day ending in y."
- "Stop trying to cheer me up!"
- "You want me to do what?”
- "It’s never too late.”
- “Please stay.”
- “If there’s one thing the world needs more of…”
- “I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!”
- “Are you fucking kidding me?”
- “Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?
- "That is one hell of a mess.”
- “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…"
- "Last time I ask you for a favor!”
- “Come on.”
- “I need this.”
- ”Don’t make it into a big deal.”
- “You forgot to say the magic word.”
- “Where the fuck did that clown come from?"
- "I’ll never unsee that."
- "Can I tell you a secret?”
- “This one’s on me."
- "I’m lost.”
- “Give me a hand.”
- “I think you missed your calling.”
JackxIanto “Last time I ask you for a favor!”
“Last time I ask you for a favor,” grumbled Jack, rolling out from underneath Ianto’s car. The Captain was covered in grease and engine fluids; he’d have to throw these clothes away. Looking down at himself a smile quirked on his face. “Not the worst I’ve ben covered in, there was this one time…”
“You asked me for a favor, I proposed a trade,” Ianto interrupted him. He was dressed in his weekend clothes, but still managed to look impeccable in jeans and shirt.
“Well she’ll purr like a kitten now,” Jack climbed to his feet.
Ianto’s eyes narrowed. “You might want to hose off.”
Jack took a step closer. Ianto had been lounging agianst the wall, now he started to edge to the side. Jack was quicker, catching a wrist and pulling him in for a kiss. The younger man couldn’t help but melt into his arms. Reaching up, Jack dragged a greasy hand down Ianto’s cheek .
The welshman made a strangled noise and pulled away. “Shower. Or I’ll turn the hose on you myself. Sir.”
Chuckling, Jack started stripping right then and there. “You’re a bit dirty,” he said, “why not join me?”
“I highly doubt there is anyone dirtier than you.”
janto “i think you missed your calling”
Ianto gave a low whistle. “I think you missed your calling, sir.”
Jack grinned as he stepped away from the finished cake. “Be around long enough, you learn a few things.”
“Tosh will appreciate it.” Ianto was eyeing the carefully laid icing.
“She’d had a rough year,” Jack said quietly, then caught Ianto by the waist and kissed him soundly. “I do know a few other things you can do with frosting.”
“All of your hobbies seem to lead back to the same place.”
Laughing, Jack led Ianto into his office. In the moment, neither of them remembered to comer the cake. So it was Myfawny that got to enjoy the cake and Jack that had to make an early morning run for a replacement.
Johnlock “Can I tell you a secret?” :)
“Can I tell you a secret?” Sherlock’s voice was loud in the suffocating darkness. They’d been trapped in this cupboard for what felt like hours. They’d dove into it for cover from a late janitor, only to find it locked behind them. Sherlock’s mobile was dead and John had forgotten his.
“Of course,” said John, blindly taking his hand and finding it cold to the touch.
“I’ve never been overly fond of the dark.” The normally commanding voice sounded tiny. “When I was a boy I accidentally got locked in the cellar. Mycroft noticed I was missing.” He sounded put out, that Mycroft would rescue him, even then.
John squeezed his hand again, shifting in the tight space. His knee ached. “I’ve never seen stars like in Afghanistan,” he said quietly. It would light up the sky. Don’t get so many stars in London.”
“They are there, if you look,” said Sherlock.
John chuckles softly. “I know astronomy isn’t your strongest skill.”
Sherlock huffed and moved a little closer though they were already nearly on top of one another. “Tell me about the stars?” he asked.
Racking his brain, John told him everything he could think of until he felt Sherlock’s head drop onto his shoulder, breath slow. the git had fallen asleep. John put an arm around him; soldiers could sleep anywhere.
They were awakened by Lestrade’s voice. Sherlock didn’t seem quite awake yet, so John rapped on the door until it swung open to the Inspector’s worried face. He offered a hand up and John took it, limping slightly as he moved to the side.
“The GPS in my mobile,” said Sherlock.
“You’re welcome,” groused Lestrade.
Sherlock reached into his coat and pulled out some paper. “This is what we needed.”
When I’m down a trip to YouTube and searching for John Barrowman generally helps. He’s like a human Pinkie Pie.
Dude
One of the character archetypes that I fucking love is overly positive
Pinkie Pie is one of those characters
but consider this: An episode of Sherlock in which Sherlock and John get stuck in an elevator while on a case and the whole episode is just them talking about their childhood and about each other complete with several flashbacks into their…