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Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Kick starting the writer's block Meme

Angst "Well, if you're Jeremy Davis -- who's the body that your folks are burying right now?"

AU ". . . And I love you like a father."

"That's because I AM your father, ya idjit!"

Crackfic "That's enough, Mister Sparrow! Excuse me, Captain Sparrow - you may be the Pirate King but Gilbert and Sullivan will never make you an American Idol!"

Drama Gwen drew her gun and motioned Ianto to her back as they slowly crept down the dark tunnel.

First time It was lop-sided and the frosting was the oddest color of green she'd ever seen, but she smiled, knowing Jeremy and Gabe had done their best to make the cake.

Fluff Gabe nudged Martha as the organ blared forth "Angels We Have Heard on High." "Look at the baby angels," he whispered as the nursery class filed on the stage.

Gen "And you shall approach the cursed statue in the 'semblence of the king. . ."

Humor "Yeah, but Dude, Elvis?"

Horror Ianto's voice rose hysterically. "The Preditor took Jack's head! His mouth was moving - saying help me! It's still alive! His head is still alive!"

Martha came to the door. "You?" she cried. "Gabe is gone! I've lost everything. What more do you want from me?"
Dean Winchester swallowed painfully. "I-I'm sorry. I don't have anywhere else to go. . ."
Martha closed her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to slam the door in his face. "Come in." She finally whispered.
Dean entered. "I'm sorry," he kept saying. "I'm sorry." He reached out and hugged her. Martha found herself weeping against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Dean repeated. "I'm so sorry."

Smut (I apologize for this one now, I am not good at this)
The two men sprawled on the bed together. Sam's head snuggled against Josh's neck.
"Did I do all right?" He whispered.
"I'm not complaining." Josh smirked, playing with Sam's dark hair. Sam's big gentle hand around his cock and his other hand muffling Josh's moans had been just fine. Now, if he could persuade Sam to have his cock up Josh's ass while he was doing the other things, Joshua McCoy would be a very happy man. "I do wonder why you have this thing about being quiet."
"Mm," Sam shrugged. "Growing up in motel rooms. Walls were like paper so we always had to be quiet."
"Oh, really?" Josh gave his hair a little tug. "Well, that's a challenge then! I need to get you some place nice and quiet and see if I can find the right buttons to make you start screaming."
Sam grunted and rolled over. "Knowing my luck, there'll be an undead ax murderer lurking in the woods."
Joshua appealed to the ceiling. "Lord have mercy, I keep telling you your cock is not a deadly weapon!"

Joshua McCoy found himself agreeing with Pamela Barnes - you probably could bounce a nickel off Sam Winchester's perky ass. 'Course, he'd rather bounce a few other things off it. . .
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just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: January 17th, 2009 10:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you think so.
snakewhissperer From: snakewhissperer Date: January 17th, 2009 10:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah, now we know how Jack's head ends up in a jar!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: January 17th, 2009 10:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee! yeah, it was the only thing I could think of. Poor Ianto!
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