Friday: Feelings
Dec. 14th, 2012 12:18 amFor one last time, I'm
zelda_addict, and today's theme is "feelings." All prompts today should consist of one emotional descriptor. You can stick with the basics: happy, sad, angry, etc. You can also feel free to go a little more exotic: desperation, ecstasy, schadenfreude...
The rules still haven't changed:
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Voltron, Prince Lotor, arrogant
+ G.I. Joe, Flint/Lady Jaye, devotion
+ Supernatural, Dean, lonely
Not feeling (teehee) any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Feels like Friday...
tag=feelings
The rules still haven't changed:
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Voltron, Prince Lotor, arrogant
+ G.I. Joe, Flint/Lady Jaye, devotion
+ Supernatural, Dean, lonely
Not feeling (teehee) any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Feels like Friday...
tag=feelings
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Date: 2012-12-14 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-14 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-14 08:21 am (UTC)Fill: Connections
Date: 2012-12-14 07:43 pm (UTC)First, he noticed he couldn't sleep. Ever since he was four years old, he'd slept in a room with someone in it. It felt off when he couldn't hear his brother's breathing, or his father's snores.
Second, he noticed he was always looking for Sammy or his Dad. He would scan the area for Sam, and when he couldn't find him, he'd feel a slight sense of panic until he reminded himself that Sammy was in college.
Finally, he noticed that he didn't want to go back to the car, it didn't hold the warmth of home anymore. In fact, it was painful to get in his baby and he never thought he would say that.
John stopped answering his calls, cutting off the only contact he had. He waited for a week before it got to be too much and he drove to California to get Sammy.
Re: Fill: Connections
From:no subject
Date: 2012-12-14 08:29 am (UTC)Filled: Something New, Something Borrowed (warnings: kidnapping, non-con kissing and grinding)
Date: 2012-12-15 08:21 am (UTC)Moran grunted, not taking his eyes off the Glock he was reassembling.
"Go bring me something pretty," Moriarty whined, rolling over onto the edge of the bed.
"Something, or someone?" Moran asked, nearly finished with the Glock.
"Someone. Someone pale and specky … one of those little hipster creatures, maybe?"
"Why?" Moran stood up, concealed the Glock underneath his old army jacket and zipped it up.
"I haven't had one before." Moriarty rolled over again, giggling. "I wonder if they taste pretentious?"
Moran shrugged and headed out. "Back in an hour, tops."
Moriarty giggled some more and got out of bed: if he was having company over, he ought to get dressed.
~*~
Q blinked as the bag was yanked off his head without warning. Several things struck him about his predicament once his eyes had adjusted to the glare, chief among them that his glasses (stolen by the thug who'd grabbed him outside of the cafe) were now perched on the nose of a short, dark-haired man sitting in front of him. He was wavering slightly, staring around the room and hardly paying Q any attention.
"Very interesting … but not interesting enough," he man sighed and returned the glasses to Q's nose, patting him on the head as an afterthought. "You'd better impress me, boy, you haven't exactly gotten off to a good start."
Q glared. "Special Agent Q, Serial Number -"
"Special Agent?!" the man bounced, actually bounced in his chair like a child. "Sebbie, darling, you've outdone yourself!" he twisted around to flash a smile at the thug, who was leaning by the door and texting.
Q's brain screeched to a halt. "You didn't know … who I am?" he asked, more confused than afraid now.
"Of course not. I told Sebbie to bring me back someone pretty, preferably of the hipster-persuasion, and here you are!" the man grinned like a wolf: vicious amusement and no mercy. "So, pretty Special Agent Q … entertain me."
Q clamped his jaw shut. Whatever was going on here, he wasn't going to play along.
The man pouted. "Guess I'll just have to ease it out of you." Then he slid off his chair and sat on Q's lap, stretching his legs out experimentally.
Q gulped, but didn't say anything.
"Oh, my name's James, by the way. James Moriarty. Have you heard of me? Oh, looks like he has, Seb! See, he's turning a whiter shade of pale!" Moriarty cackled and swiveled his hips.
Q bit back a groan. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, what this man was doing to him. Except for the mind numbing terror at realizing one of the world's most wanted terrorists was giving him a lapdance, Q might have been able to enjoy himself. As it was, Q was struggling to keep from hyperventilating. Moriarty was probably going to kill him. If Q could just stay alive for a few hours at most, someone would realize he was missing, track him via that chip in his back molar MI5 thought he didn't know about, and he'd be safe. Or at least have only minor injuries.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? Moriarty purred, tapping Q on the nose.
"I'm reviewing firewall hacking techniques."
"Oooo, good at that, are you?"
"Very."
"The best?"
"One of the best."
"How modest," Moriarty's tongue flicked out, licking from Q's cheek and down to his lip. "Mmmmm, but not at all pretentious … fascinating …" Moriarty bit Q's lip and nibbled it experimentally.
Q turned scarlet and prayed that MI5 was on its way.
Re: Filled: Something New, Something Borrowed (warnings: kidnapping, non-con kissing and grinding)
From:Re: Filled: Something New, Something Borrowed (warnings: kidnapping, non-con kissing and grinding)
From:no subject
Date: 2012-12-14 09:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-14 10:13 am (UTC)(Bonus points if Dr. Phil and/or self-help is involved.)
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Date: 2012-12-14 10:25 am (UTC)"I know, for you it's a way of life."
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