JezSnape
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
Ok, here goes... 
To say that this is the first time I've posted a fic would be lying, but I'm still nervous
I don't usually post fics though, so be nice, please?
I got these suggestions in a fic generator I found.
"It should contain miscommunication, and fingerprints on the wall. It should contain the phrase "Pokemon are evil, I swear!" and it should be written in future tense."
I think I got it right
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He didn’t mean it.
You know he didn’t, and he’ll prove it when he comes up. He’ll walk through the door, close it behind him, and then he’ll look at you, smiling that sincere, almost shy smile.
He’ll apologize for making you upset, he’ll be chuckling when you tell him what you thought he meant. He’ll tell you not to be silly. He’ll tell you that of course that’s not what you think. He’s going to wrap his arms around you, tuck your head under his chin, and tell you that he loves you, and never meant to hurt you in any way. He’ll stroke your hair back from your forehead and press a kiss to it, and that kiss will lead to more kisses.
He’ll let his lips slide down your cheek, and his green eyes will
glimmer with need, love, and lust. Some amusement will still linger there too, you’d see it in the crinkle just in the corner of his eye.
He’ll let his hand slide down your arms, his long, gentle finger will
entwine with yours, and he’ll turn your hand, to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, the way he always does when he wants to apologize.
And you’ll bit your lip, not to let out the small moan, or the giggle.
By then you’ll realize how idiotic the argument was.
"Pokemon are evil, I swear!"
You’ll roll your eyes at the memory of his voice, saying such a stupid thing. He’ll tell you that he didn’t mean to reject you, or the present you gave him. He’ll thank you for it later, and tell you that it was a nice thought.
You’ll realize that the gift in itself was perhaps not the most
intelligent thing to give him. In some ways you know him so well, in others you don’t know him at all.
You know him well enough to know that if you don’t move away from the balcony doors, his fingerprints will be visible on the glass wall long after he’s pressed you up against them, kissing you hard.
And you should know him better than to give him a stuffed Japanese cartoon toy.
He’ll remind you later that he thinks the whole show is ridiculous, and you’ll nod in remembrance. He’ll laugh at the black beanie you’d placed on Pikachu’s head, though, and he’ll place his hand on top of his head, in that gesture that always makes you think he’s worried his own beanie has disappeared.
Yes, you know him well enough to know that he will be up here and apologize in all the right ways, he’ll make you forget you were even hurt and upset.
Now all you have to do is wait.
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I'll go hide now
To say that this is the first time I've posted a fic would be lying, but I'm still nervous
I don't usually post fics though, so be nice, please?I got these suggestions in a fic generator I found.
"It should contain miscommunication, and fingerprints on the wall. It should contain the phrase "Pokemon are evil, I swear!" and it should be written in future tense."
I think I got it right
****************************
He didn’t mean it.
You know he didn’t, and he’ll prove it when he comes up. He’ll walk through the door, close it behind him, and then he’ll look at you, smiling that sincere, almost shy smile.
He’ll apologize for making you upset, he’ll be chuckling when you tell him what you thought he meant. He’ll tell you not to be silly. He’ll tell you that of course that’s not what you think. He’s going to wrap his arms around you, tuck your head under his chin, and tell you that he loves you, and never meant to hurt you in any way. He’ll stroke your hair back from your forehead and press a kiss to it, and that kiss will lead to more kisses.
He’ll let his lips slide down your cheek, and his green eyes will
glimmer with need, love, and lust. Some amusement will still linger there too, you’d see it in the crinkle just in the corner of his eye.
He’ll let his hand slide down your arms, his long, gentle finger will
entwine with yours, and he’ll turn your hand, to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, the way he always does when he wants to apologize.
And you’ll bit your lip, not to let out the small moan, or the giggle.
By then you’ll realize how idiotic the argument was.
"Pokemon are evil, I swear!"
You’ll roll your eyes at the memory of his voice, saying such a stupid thing. He’ll tell you that he didn’t mean to reject you, or the present you gave him. He’ll thank you for it later, and tell you that it was a nice thought.
You’ll realize that the gift in itself was perhaps not the most
intelligent thing to give him. In some ways you know him so well, in others you don’t know him at all.
You know him well enough to know that if you don’t move away from the balcony doors, his fingerprints will be visible on the glass wall long after he’s pressed you up against them, kissing you hard.
And you should know him better than to give him a stuffed Japanese cartoon toy.
He’ll remind you later that he thinks the whole show is ridiculous, and you’ll nod in remembrance. He’ll laugh at the black beanie you’d placed on Pikachu’s head, though, and he’ll place his hand on top of his head, in that gesture that always makes you think he’s worried his own beanie has disappeared.
Yes, you know him well enough to know that he will be up here and apologize in all the right ways, he’ll make you forget you were even hurt and upset.
Now all you have to do is wait.
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I'll go hide now
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