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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

Comments

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

Rookie and O'Brien

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[whistlesatengineers]

I am so not kidding about this, I did not reshuffle or anything-
Lovegame - Lady Gaga

The Rookie was fucking intolerable. He doesn’t know how those Spartans can stand him, with that stupidly polite attitude and the cheeriness and his stupid… face. Helmet. Fuck, whatever. And never going by his actual name. Sure, Rookie probably would answer to James or Dante, and did answer to J.D., but everyone called him called him Rookie anyway. What was with that? No one ever called him by his nickname! Either way, he drove O’Brien up a damn wall.

Especially with the way he’d occasionally wander around the base shirtless. Not that O’Brien ever noticed. Even though Rookie only ever seemed to do it in places that he knew O’Brien frequented. Even though every once in a while Rookie would throw him that look like he was so damn amused. He wasn’t looking at the Corporal or his shirtless chest. He certainly hadn’t noticed that he was impeccably clean-shaven. And he certainly hadn’t gotten a good look at those scars on his torso (he had no idea that a couple looked like entrance and exit wounds for a plasma sword, or that one looked like a round from a Needler had exploded in the man’s shoulder). The Rookie didn’t have any call to run around like that. He thought he was such hot shit, didn’t he?
… Well he wasn’t! He so wasn’t!

O’Brien did not get irrationally jealous when he caught Rookie in the kitchen one day, splattered with flour and icing, up on his toes with his arms on Jun’s shoulders, licking stray chocolate off the grinning Spartan’s cheek. He did not wish he was in Jun’s position, putting those hickeys on Rookie’s neck or bruises on his hips that looked suspiciously like fingers.

And he did not wish Rookie would slip into his room some night and moan like he did, loud and lusty, like he had with Tex and Motoko and fucking Jun.

He wasn’t gay. Just that sometimes he wanted to grab J.D. in the hall and fuck him senseless against the wall.
… Or let J.D. fuck him.
Dammit.

James fucking Dante. How appropriate that he had such a damn habit of stoking fires in people.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

My name is Emile, and I approve of this story.

[blackcatjiji.livejournal.com]

My name is Jiji and this is my favorite drabble on Sacrosanct.

[recompiling]

ajshjsk yay \o/

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

BRB DYING

also this is canon

[whistlesatengineers]

They have the most delightfully dysfunctional relationship~

And now I really want to write Rookie and Jun's horrible food fight shenanigans.