#five lines meme

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Top 5 Fic Lines 2020

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I didn’t think I wrote many fics in 2020 but I seem to have written more than I remembered! 

Here are my top 5 favorite lines/bits from this year:

1. I can’t believe they’re driving right into a Quiet Zone. You’d think they’d know what a bad idea that is. But then again, these three seem mighty clueless for magicians. Or vampires. Or harpy hybrids. Whatever they are. It was quick thinking by Edward (I’m just going to call him Edward, it’s easier) to act like it was all a show. That might work for run-of-the-mill Normals. But anyone like me—or a demon in disguise, any Maybe really–wouldn’t be fooled. Not with them spilling magic like that. I’ve never seen anything like it. Spells, magic fire, the dude bro guy literally flying. (I’m going to call him Kevin, it’s easier.) 

From I’ve Been Everywhere, my first and only Shep POV fic. 

2. Do I Hoover the crumbs off his chest or lick them off? 

From Salt and Vinegar. Crack fic that turned into something else. 

3. I’m too tired to get up but I need to take a piss. Baz slides an arm around my waist and helps lift me off the bed. The room spins, and I’d be on the floor if he wasn’t holding me up. My head’s swimming. We wobble to the loo and I actually sit down to take a piss, like an old man, which is near the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done in front of Baz, and I’ve done my fair share of humiliating things. He stands in front of me and lets me lean into him, stroking my hair over and over. My arms feel like dead weight but I manage to wrap them around his thighs as I sit there. His fingers never stop carding through my hair.  

From Bite Down. Hurt/comfort/sick fic with a happy ending. 

4. Simon’s already standing across from me, an arm's breadth away. He holds out my bag of food and I reach for it with my gloved hand. As soon as I grasp it his hand moves to cover mine, warm even through the vinyl of the gloves, his fingers sliding up to gently grip my wrist. I feel a thrum run through me, from that point of contact all the way up my arm. My head’s buzzing from it.It feels so good to have someone touch me. 

Simon squeezes my wrist once, then pulls away. There’s a hoarse roughness to his voice when he speaks. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

I stretch my free hand out, palm up, fingers wide. “So have I.”

He meets it halfway, the graze of his fingers tingling across my skin until they close around my wrist again. My fingers wrap around him, my hand against the flat of his wrist, each pulse of his heartbeat throbbing against my palm.

I don’t know how long we stand like that. It could be seconds. It could be eternity. I start and end at the point of contact, my world narrowed down to the firmness of his grip and that steady thrum pulsing against me, keeping time with my own heart. 

From Let My Love Open the Door.  (Sorry that was a long one, but I loved writing that first moment of holding hands)

and lastly one from a different fandom that is also dear to my heart:

5. It’s jarring to realize that what I’d once considered to be the Mount Everest of my Mum’s culinary crimes was actually just a runner-up Mount Kilimanjaro--that she’d lulled me into thinking the special curry was the pinnacle of toxicity, while unbeknownst to me the summer curry had been lurking in the deeper waters. I know I’m mixing my metaphors and I don’t care–they still aren’t as unfortunate a combination as any of my mother’s curry ingredients.

from my Boyfriend Material fic Oh! You Pretty Things. A snippet of Luc’s POV.

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Phryne still has Jack's hat.

Oh, she gave him a replacement, of course, forthe one that was shot off of his head (better the hat than the head). Not tooexpensive – something appropriate for a detective-inspector’s position. But shekept the old one.

It was ridiculously sentimental of her – and really,who would have thought it of Phryne Fisher, to keep a battered brown fedorawith a bullet hole in it, the felt still smelling faintly of cologne and hairoil and just a hint of the vineyard where it had last adorned Jack’s head?

No one, which was precisely why she treasured it.

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.)

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”You just took a bullet for me!?”

I assume this is for the five lines meme, since a bunch of those posts have been going around again recently. Here goes!

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“I’m sure you’d do the same for me,” says Steve. He’s pale and sweating, but the fact that he’s making jokes is a good sign.

“I most certainly would not,” retorts Peggy, brushing his hair back from his face with a tenderness that belies her brusque tone. “I don’t suppose it’s occurred to you that ducking is an option?”

Whatever snappy reply is on the tip of Steve’s tongue gives way to a grunt of pain as Peggy digs into his shoulder again, finally extracting the slug.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m afraid I’m far more skilled at putting these into people.” Before she has time to think better of it, she’s leaning down to give him a kiss.

“If you do that every time, I’m gonna start making excuses to stand in the line of fire,” says Steve, with a grin.

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“It was possible Loki was being prettier than usual, but frankly he didn’t care.”

(OkayI am going to assume you meant ‘pettier’ rather than prettier, because ‘prettier’in this sentence construction is confusing the heck out of me. XD)

Heknew Thor had asked him to behave himself when Dr. Strange arrived. He’d evenfully intended to behave himself for the entire first day of Strange’sinvoluntary visit.

Butwhen the Sorcerer Supreme appeared in front of him, a dagger mysteriouslymanifested itself in Loki’s hand… and then just as mysteriously lodged itselfbetween Strange’s ribs.

“Loki,”Thor chided, and motioned forward the healer he’d had the foresight to havestanding at the ready. “You promised.

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.)

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For the sentence meme, "I've been wondering," Aziraphale begins between casual sips of his cocoa. studying Crowley with a careful interest, "what is it like, being a snake?"

Crowleylifts his head and looks at Aziraphale in drowsy contemplation (he’s not drunk,just comfortable, with all the length of him curled up in Aziraphale’s warm andvery soft lap).

“Mmm…nice, very… streamlined, y’know? No limbs to bother with so’s much lesscoordination to think about… an’ there are lots more things to smell, and moreplaces to slither my way into. ‘S nice.”

“I’mvery glad to hear it,” Aziraphale murmurs with a little smile, and with hisfree hand strokes Crowley’s sleek scaled head.

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.)

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Their life was like the pina colada song.

The moment the thought slouched through Crowley’svery soggy brain, he knew it was true, and he was personally offended by that.He loathed that song with the fiery burning passion of a thousand suns (and waseven slightly embarrassed by the commendation he’d gotten for it) but… it fit.

Even though Aziraphale disliked piña coladas andhe (Crowley) was technically supposed to dislike them, and neither of them particularlyliked getting rained on (rain still gave Crowley nightmares, five thousandyears later), and sometimes he wasn’t altogether sure if they did even havehalf a brain between them, it was still them – always going away andcoming back again, insisting they didn’t need or even like one another, andthen drifting back together without meaning to.

“Come with me and escape.”

Crowley really, truly hated that fucking song.

(Escape (The Piña Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes)

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.)

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For the sentence meme : The men all over the room were casting glances in her direction, although in the usual British way they were pretending not to look at her.

“You sure know how to make an entrance,” said Steve, holding her only slightly closer than good manners dictated.

“That was rather the point,” Peggy murmured, taking advantage of a speedy tuck-turn to slip the stolen formula into Steve’s pocket. “First rule of the great game: if you have to hide something—“

“Do it in plain sight,” he finished, unable to repress a grin. “So tell me, Mrs. Rogers, what exactly are you hiding in that dress?”

A commotion upstairs signalled that the pilfered safe and the unconscious goons had been discovered slightly ahead of schedule.

“Get me out of here alive, Captain Rogers,” said Peggy, diving for her thigh holster, “and I’ll be happy to show you.”

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"You're sure it's supposed to go there?"

“I’m not sure where else it would go,” said Steve, perplexed.

“You’re mad,” Peggy told him. “It’s never going to fit.”

“No, no, it’ll fit - you hold still, and I’ll come in at an angle - ” He gave a grunt of frustration, repositioning himself to try again. “It shouldn’t be that tight.”

“You can’t blame me for that - for God’s sake, Steve, stop trying to ram it in there, you’re going to break it in two!”

“You know, we’re lucky Tony isn’t here,” Steve remarked, flipping through the IKEA instruction booklet again. “I’m sure he’d have something rude to say about this conversation.”

Write a sentence of a story for me and I will give you the next five (or so).