Wednesday: One Word
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morlockiness here with another day for prompting and writing!
Today's theme is One Word. Pick a word, any word! Your prompts, however, must be one word and one word only.
Keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Star Trek XI, Uhura/McCoy, snark
Crossovers:
The Stand/Supernatural, Castiel + Nick, angel
Have a fun day, kiddies.
theme=oneword
morlockiness here with another day for prompting and writing!Today's theme is One Word. Pick a word, any word! Your prompts, however, must be one word and one word only.
Keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Star Trek XI, Uhura/McCoy, snark
Crossovers:
The Stand/Supernatural, Castiel + Nick, angel
Have a fun day, kiddies.
theme=oneword
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Date: 2010-05-19 03:02 pm (UTC)He tries to remind himself that he should be happy with this new life with Ben and Lisa, he should be happy but instead there is a dull throbbing emptiness.
Sometimes he finds something suspicious in a newspaper and he's already calling Sam's cell before he realises what he is doing. Most of the time he cuts off the call straight away and then there are other days when he listens to Sam's voice mail repeatedly, those are the days that not even the liquor will ease the ache of loneliness inside.
He's sitting in the Impalla about to press the call button again when Cas appears and Dean's too tired to even say anything.
Castiel sighs once before he squeezes Dean's shoulder, he wants to tell Cas that he doesn't know what to do, can't live the rest of his life like this.
'I know', Cas whispers and sits with him until the Sun slowly rises and Dean's fingers stop itching to press the call button again.
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:03 am (UTC)No fic yet but
Date: 2010-05-21 04:52 am (UTC)::lays claim to this for tomorrow!::
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:24 am (UTC)Crowley raised one eyebrow, waiting to see the results of his metaphorical - and literal - poke. But Gabe just grinned and said, "Sorry I missed it. Must have been quite a show."
"You're not upset then? By the way, I may have also put it on the Internet."
Gabriel shrugged. "It's cool, I already saw the video. It was in my spam folder."
"Did you watch it?" Crowley asked lasciviously.
"Watch it?" he smirked, "I made a whole world where that night just keeps repeating itself again and again. Millions of you's and millions of me's - well good approximations anyway - on constant rewind, play, rewind play."
Crowley smiled, a bluff, and said, "And do I get to visit this wonderful place?"
He smiled and said, "Crowley, sweetie, we both know you're not ever going to visit anywhere else." And as he snapped his fingers, the room around Crowley shifted, bright and blurry, and Crowley once again started the day.
Crowley sighed, then let out a sound that was half grumble and half chuckle. As far as ironic punishments went, he could think of worse. Though as he went (again) into the bedroom, where Gabriel (again) lay waiting and naked, he wondered if maybe, just this one time, he might be in a little over his head.
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Date: 2010-05-19 08:10 pm (UTC)When Sam started sleeping in the same bed as Gene, and he would wake in the night, screaming and crying and shaking, Gene would hit him with a pillow, tell him to shut up, and then pull Sam's slick body closer to him.
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:07 am (UTC)Michelle - Prayer
Date: 2010-07-17 05:51 pm (UTC)This is obviously a punishment she so readily deserved. Her words falter for a moment, the tears pool at the corners of her eyes. She bites her lip hard, draws blood that paints a river down her chin. Pale hand rests on swelling stomach, takes comfort in the being moving inside her (only evidence that she's loved).
Michelle finds herself wondering if he'll come for her, if he'll answer her prayers. Chapped lips mold around a single prayer; his name.
David.
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:07 am (UTC)parasite - Gordon Walker, R, disturbing
Date: 2010-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)It's better than chocolate or whiskey or anything else he's ever had. It's sticky and sweet and warm, life sluicing down his throat, thick and vibrant. Every sense is on overdrive, but taste… he almost climaxes at the first sip, and then the rest—he licks his lips to get the last drops, brushes his fingers along his cheeks and jaw, runs his tongue on every centimeter of skin he can.
It’s better than sex. And the only thing that will top the taste of blood, he knows, is killing Sammy Winchester.
(And when he sinks his fangs into Dean’s throat, when he sucks down Dean’s blood… dying right after is completely worth it.)
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:08 am (UTC)Blind Trust (hope you like this!)
Date: 2010-05-19 12:16 pm (UTC)"Don't you trust me?" Don asks, interrupting Adam's thoughts.
Adam's eyes widens and looks at Don. He shakes his head furiously as Adam leans forward and kisses Don firmly on the lips.
"It's not you - I trust you with my life, Don," Adam says and Don frowns, confused. "It's me - I don't trust myself."
Don realizes then that Adam does really trust him but not himself. He understands as he knows what Adam has been through in the past. "I will help you learn to trust yourself."
Adam tilts his head in surprise. He stares at Don, curious. "How do you mean?"
Don holds the blindfold up. "By putting this on."
Adam frowns and doesn't understand how it will help him...till Don explains.
"I will put the blindfold on you, Adam, but then it's up to you to decide what you want me to do."
Adam is confused and shakes his head.
Don smiles. "If you want me to suck your nipples, I will. If you want me to spank you, I will. If you want me to kiss you, I will. If you want me to stop, I will. It's you that needs to trust yourself, your needs and your wants."
Adam nods slowly as he starts to understand. He rests his head on Don's shoulder and sighs heavily.
"Thank you," Adam says as he looks up to see Don looking down.
"You ready?"
Adam nods and Don tells Adam to sit on the bed as he puts the blindfold on, then steps back.
"Where are you?" Adam panics when he doesn't feel Don's touch on him.
"You need to tell me what to do," Don gently reminds Adam.
"Oh..." Adam pauses, wondering what he wants Don to do. Then he speaks. "Kiss me..."
"Where?"
"...on the lips."
Don smiles and bends down to kiss Adam hungrily and suddenly Adam puts his hands on Don and pulls him closer. They kiss furiously and with passion.
"Put your hands on me, Don, I need you."
For the rest of the night, Adam and Don explore with each other, Adam blindfolded but is slowly starting to trust himself, to know what he needs and wants from Don, and Don giving it to him.
* * * *
A week later, Adam looks at Don and holds the blindfold up.
"I trust myself in giving myself up to you," Adam surprises Don and tears starts to well up as Don puts the blindfold on and gently lays Adam on the bed.
This time, it's Don who decides.
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Date: 2010-05-20 06:53 pm (UTC)And with that she done, her world explodes, bright colors flashing before her eyes and she panting and moving and losing control. Until she's not anymore and all that can be heard is their breaths mingling together in the air.
He stays there wrapped in her in more ways then one before he pulls out and pulls away, placing the walls back up. Reaching for his underwear he pulls them on, his jeans and shirt following. His eyes scan hers taking in her mussed hair and full lips and he can't help but smirk at her sated appearance.
"It's been.." He trails off, he wouldn't call what they just did nice. Primal, needy, irrational, totally against his nature, would fit but definitely not nice.
"Yeah," she responds before turning her back to him, pale skin giving away to deep blue and her black hair blossoming in to a fiery red.
He watched her back for a second before shaking his head and heading to the door. Mystique was definitely the right name for her.
She waited eyes shut until the door closed and she winced. She wasn't going to cry there was no way that she was going to cry. This entire...whatever it was had been wrong on so many levels and it didn't matter that he felt good or that she shared with him what she looked like before she changed (not that the stupid oaf would know anyway). She had a mission to carry out, Magneto's words echoing through her head.
Get close to one of them, get inside their inner circle and destroy them.
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Date: 2010-05-19 10:10 am (UTC)comment_fic: Curiosity (Jo/Lucifer)
Date: 2010-07-03 06:13 am (UTC)Fic:
She had always been curious.
Whether she was a young child, a teenager, an adult -- it never mattered how old she was, how much knowledge she had gained (or hadn't) -- she always wanted (needed) to know more.
And she knew the lore about him. The legends and tales about how beautiful he was, how glorious he was. How no other angel even compared to him in the slightest.
How there was reason and meaning behind his name, behind his pride.
She knew, and she understood ...
But she still wanted to see.
She wanted to see it for herself, to know -- to have witnessed it with her own two eyes -- to truly and fully understand.
She needed to; it was the only way to silence the growing curiosity inside of her, the deep yearning to know absolutely everything about him that she possibly could, in every way that she could.
But she couldn't just ask him. She couldn't just walk up to him one night as he stood, staring up at the starlit night sky, the night feeling even heavier -- even more silent -- whenever she approached him -- and ask to see him, without a vessel. Ask to see him in all his angelic glory. Ask to see (to touch?) his wings.
Even if the imagined image of his true nature had haunted her mind for weeks. Even if, ever since she had overheard Dean talking about what it was like to see just a shadow of Castiel's wings that one time, she hadn't been able to get the idea -- the curiosity, the question -- out of her mind. Even if she had pictured a powerful archangel with gleaming, golden wings that would wrap around her, that would feel soft and smooth under her touch ...
Even if she had thought of all this, she knew the words of her request would never leave her lips.
She wouldn't dare ... she respected him far too much to do such a thing.
And even if he never admitted it, she knew (or thought she knew) that some of the angel's glory may have faded over so many millennia.
And even if such a thing didn't matter to her, she knew it mattered to him.
It mattered to him far too much for her to shatter his pride like that.
So her curiosity -- though great -- could be put on hold.
He would show her when he wanted.
And she would wait for him.
-FINITE-
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