Friday - Addiction
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mahmfic and today's theme is Addiction. What are our characters vices? Sex. Drugs. Gambling. Something more tame like shopping, TV, or a type of food?
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Sherlock BBC, Sherlock, He thought rehab was going to be easy.
Castle, Meredith+Alexis, Alexis hates to be dragged along on one of her mom's shopping binges after her mom has had a bad break up.
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mahmfic and today's theme is Addiction. What are our characters vices? Sex. Drugs. Gambling. Something more tame like shopping, TV, or a type of food?Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Sherlock BBC, Sherlock, He thought rehab was going to be easy.
Castle, Meredith+Alexis, Alexis hates to be dragged along on one of her mom's shopping binges after her mom has had a bad break up.
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
Have a great weekend everyone. I've enjoyed being guest host.
tag=addiction
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Date: 2012-02-10 10:15 am (UTC)Title: Switching (1/2)
Date: 2012-02-16 03:44 pm (UTC)Not really canon compliant after 'My Bloody Valentine' (5.14)
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Switching
“I could help you with that,” Lucifer says gently
“Yeah, for starters, you could go away,” Sam says. It’s automatic by now, so he doesn't have to think through the craving.
Lucifer skims over his face with two fingers and the cravings ease a little, "Angel blood can burn out the demon blood, and it won't be addictive, you wouldn't be human but you wouldn't be demon either." and Sam thinks, 'how the hell does he know that? There's research on this?'
What he says is, "No," and that's automatic too, thank God because he doesn't know what he wanted to say.
Castiel says it's true and Sam tries not to look hopeful. He fails.
Castiel says, "I am now more human than angel. When I was angel enough to help," he pauses and looks at a loss, "I did not, I am sorry," he sounds regretful, and pained. Sam looks at him and they share a moment of uncomfortable empathy. They are both fighting their own private battles and failing.
It's not Lucifer that says, "Why not ask me?" curiously. It's Gabriel, who has also taken to invading Sam's dreams like they're his own private retreat in the Bahamas. Which is weird, because Sam happens to know Gabriel actually has a retreat in the Bahamas, which is probably far more fun than Sam's subconscious.
"Would you?"
"Maybe," Sam looks at him, and he adds, "if you ask nicely,"
Sam doesn't ask at all, he lifts one arm from where it's lying on the bed and curls his fingers around Gabriel's neck (the thumb and pinky almost touch) and pulls him down into a kiss.
Gabriel comes the next night as well.
Sam asks, "Why would he offer me this?"
Gabriel says, "It would give him some amount of power over you, if you drank his blood,"
"If I drink yours, will you make me say 'yes' to him?"
Gabriel stops his restless pacing and looks down at him where he's lying on the bed.
Usually Sam looks at Gabriel and sees the man he had sex with (once) back before they knew he was the trickster. Now he feels like a not uninteresting science project and he sees the Archangel. Then, abruptly, he's alone.
Castiel tattled to Dean, naturally, and Dean came back to the shitty motel of the week (home sweet home) with tomato juice. Sam looks from the glass to Dean who says, "I read up on it, or, ok, I asked this guy," when Sam rolls his eyes, "and its uh, behavioral modification, it looks like blood but isn't so you can switch your addiction…" Dean trails off, he's looking half-concerned and half-angry which is kind of his default mode nowadays but seriously "Dean, seriously?"
"What." Dean says
"Tomato juice, seriously!"
And he's 100 per cent pissed off big brother now but Sam is too busy laughing because of course tomato juice is his brother's answer to demon blood addiction, of course it is. Then Dean's giving him a noogie and they're wrestling and trash-talking and that half-hour's the longest time he's forgotten about Gabriel in the three days since they last met. His craving still itches at him though.
Gabriel doesn't come on the fourth night either. Lucifer does, he looks concerned about the bruises ringing Sam's throat courtesy the monster of the week. "I could take care of that," and his voice is as sympathetic as always.
Sam asks him, "Why would you do that? Why would you help me at all?"
Lucifer looks wry, "It's not like you'll believe a word I say. I keep telling you Sam, I like you. I'm going to take care of you."
Sam asks, "Why did you Fall?"
Lucifer stills then, impossibly still in the way no human can be, and then says, so softly it's like he's talking to himself, "I loved not wisely, but too well,"
Sam thinks that Lucifer has been twisting the truth and lying outright for so long that he's forgotten how not to. He doesn't say anything though; he's too busy not thinking about Gabriel.
When he wakes up the itch has gotten worse.
The next night Lucifer talks. His usual combination of threats and promises and sympathy. Sam only half hears him.
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Date: 2012-02-11 12:33 am (UTC)Castiel watches him too, and it’s a pain in the ass because when they’re sleeping and not watching and he’s finally able to flit out in a rush of wings and a brush of air, Castiel follows. He stops him from the candies: gummy bears and chocolates and ever lasting gob-stoppers and sour patch kids. His eyes, piercing blue and staring but never quite accusatory guilt him into stopping. Gabriel sighs deeply and drops that hand that was outstretched and flits back to where he’s supposed to be.
They don’t count on Halloween rolling around - trying to stop an all out angellic war can be kind of distracting and they lose track of time - and all of a sudden there’s a tenfold in how much and where candy is available; Gabriel’s hands shake whenever they come within ten feet of anything with sugar - which happens more often than one would think, and Sam and Dean and Castiel pity the archangel.
Gabriel looks smug when he pops a cherry flavored tootsie pop in his mouth.
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Date: 2012-02-10 11:15 am (UTC)You Have a Problem
Date: 2012-02-10 06:42 pm (UTC)Loki smiled, but did not look up from his business. “Oh, I don’t suppose you would like it very much.”
Thor sighed. “Not the Angry Birds, then.”
The smile was joined by a cackle. “No, not quite.”
Thor sat up and pushed his hair from his face. “What is it this time? Robots? Dinosaurs?” He absently stroked the small of Loki’s back, eliciting a murmur of appreciation.
“Negative,” replied Loki, tapping away. After a moment, a beep issued from the machine and he put it aside, looking pleased with himself. “Nothing so monstrous as that.” He let Thor turn his chin to kiss him, opening his mouth eagerly.
Only a moment after they had broken apart, Thor’s cell phone rang. When he answered it, an irate Tony Stark shouted something about a rain of flowers and a giant swarm of bees before a loud buzzing cut him off and the call ended. Thor blinked, then groaned and got heavily out of bed. “Bees, Brother?”
Loki curled into the blankets again, now taking up the whole bed. “Consider it me doing my part for Midgard. You do have a shortage of them, do you not?” He lazily looked Thor up and down as the God of Thunder dressed, then pulled a pillow closer and closed his eyes. “Have fun.”
Mjolnir in hand, Thor paused at the door, leveling a stare back toward the bed. “When I return, we shall have a talk about your habit of trying to kill my friends.”
“I can stop any time I want to,” Loki said, yawning. When the door had shut and Thor’s footsteps had disappeared from the hall, he smirked. “But why would I want to?”
And he had a better idea of what to do when Thor got back.
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Date: 2012-02-10 01:18 pm (UTC)FILLED: Sherlock, BBC, Sherlock/John. Sherlock's addicted to nicotine. John's addicted to Sherlock.
Date: 2012-02-10 09:24 pm (UTC)SHAKE
Sherlock is addicted to nicotine but he doesn’t like to do it the messy way so he has his patches. Sometimes he has two-patch problems and sometimes he has four-patch problems, but sometimes, even when he has no problems at all (except for the problem of not having a problem, of course), Watson sees his hands shake as he reaches for his first patch of the day.
John is addicted to Sherlock and he can only imagine it the messy way. Living with Holmes is generally rather stressful business, so when he first moves in Watson’s hands are still almost all of the time. He notices them start to shake again after a few weeks. Sometimes it’s when he’s passing Sherlock his phone, the (consulting) detective lost in his thoughts, and their fingers brush. Other times, it’s when Holmes stares at John and pins him under so much focus and intensity that the doctor can feel his trousers start to tighten uncomfortably.
Sherlock may be married to his work but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t take a disproportionate amount of pleasure in feeling John’s hands tremble with want against his shirt buttons, his chest, his cock, John’s lips at the back of his neck, pressed up behind him while Sherlock, unsteadily, reaches for his first patch of the day.
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Date: 2013-07-28 11:04 pm (UTC)Derek's rough voice brings him back to reality so harshly and suddenly that he falls off his seat. Bringing himself up, he faces one annoyed Alpha werewolf and can't bring himself to answer what he asked.
"Nothing" he replied innocently.
"Were you just staring at my ass?" Derek asks, somewhere between threatening and confused. But a threat was definitely there.
Stiles makes a noise like he was asking the most ridiculous question in the whole world.
"No" Stiles looks around, avoiding his penetrating glare. "I was just... admiring. Your jeans, that's what I was doing."
"Admiring my jeans?" Derek repeats dumbfounded. "Really?"
"Yeah, because they look comfortable and warm and you know, winter is coming and it's getting really cold lately and I don't have many warm jeans and I thought maybe you could tell me where you bought them?" Stiles spoke so fast it seemed like he had take too much Adderall. Again.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not sure" Stiles looks at the exit of the ruins of the Hale house and decides to start walking towards it. "I'm going to leave, then, let you get back to... whatever it is you do in your free time... have a nice day?"
He darts to the door before Derek asks any further about the reason Stiles spent the last ten minutes admiring his well-formed ass.
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