Monday: "I need my fix now!"
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elfgirljen and today's theme is "I need my fix now!" Prompts can be someone dealing with an addiction to drugs, caffeine, chocolate, singing, blood, booze etc.
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...
NCIS, Abby, "What do you mean the Caf-Pow machine is broken?"
Supernatural, Sam, Ruby's blood was sweeter than wine.
any, any, "Bring back some damn coffee!"
Not feeling the love? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy writing.
tag="I need my fix now!"
elfgirljen and today's theme is "I need my fix now!" Prompts can be someone dealing with an addiction to drugs, caffeine, chocolate, singing, blood, booze etc.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...
NCIS, Abby, "What do you mean the Caf-Pow machine is broken?"
Supernatural, Sam, Ruby's blood was sweeter than wine.
any, any, "Bring back some damn coffee!"
Not feeling the love? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy writing.
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:39 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-01-14 09:27 pm (UTC)Rage.
Pure rage roamed the halls of NCIS headquarters.
The word flickered around the building -- from office to cubicle to laboratory. Brave men and women felt the chill of the grave skittering down their spines.
The Caf-Pow machine was broken.
The. Caf-Pow. Machine. Was. Fucking. Broken.
Director Vance canceled his meetings and put his office under security lockdown.
Ducky locked the door to autopsy and cut off all communications with the outside world.
Most of the agents, including Tony and Ziva, suddenly found pressing reasons to be in the field. The others cowered in various hiding places.
McGee -- that poor, brave, damned fool -- actually tried to talk reason to Abby. He came back pale and shaking, his eyes haunted and staring at nothing. His clothes were torn and disheveled and he walked with a strange limp that favored his backside. The words, "BRING ME CAF-POW, MORTAL FOOLS" were written on his forehead with an indelible marker. McGee immediately took the rest of the day off.
Human Resources arranged for counseling.
Gibbs made the run to the next closest Caf-Pow machine -- which was a couple of miles away. He came back with a pair Extra-Giganto-Huge sized Caf-Pows.
The elevator door opened. Gibbs took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway that led to the lab. Then he carefully examined the hall for signs of mayhem or ambush. It looked okay, but Gibbs took his time and checked again. The last time something like this had happened they found out that Abby could improvise a very effective flame-thrower from her lab gear.
The hall still looked safe, but as Gibbs walked to the lab door it reminded him of the time in the First Gulf War when he spent a night inching his way through an Iraqi minefield.
Since Gibbs couldn't knock on the lab door, he gently kicked it a few times.
There was a draconic-sounding growl from inside the lab. Then the door slowly opened.
Abby didn't look happy. And when Abby wasn't happy, NCIS wasn't happy.
She silent studied Gibbs for a long moment. He didn't say anything.
Then Abby took the two Caf-Pows and slammed the door in Gibb's face.
There was a pause. The door opened again. Still without a word, Abby stepped out, kissed Gibbs on the check, and then retreated back into her lair. This time she closed the door quietly.
Gibbs let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
They really had to get a Caf-Pow machine installed in the cafeteria.
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:40 pm (UTC)Fill: "Fix", Supernatural, Sam + Ruby
Date: 2013-01-19 04:36 pm (UTC)Dammit she was late. What if something had happened? What if she'd been killed? What if she wasn't coming? What if?
Sam wrung his hands together and forced himself to stop hopping from foot to foot. She'd be here. She was just a little late is all. Nothing sinister. He leaned out of the dark alley and peaked out onto the street. There were a few people going about their business. There was no Ruby.
He checked his watch and stepped back into shadow.
She was two fucking minutes late.
In thirty seconds he cycled through anger, panic, and embarrassment at his lack of control five times. Then he took another look onto the street.
Dean would be wondering where he was. He was supposed to be getting them dinner from the burger joint a block from the motel. He was three blocks away now. It was going to be suspicious. He'd have to lie. Again. Sam didn't like lying to Dean. But Dean wouldn't get it. He wouldn't understand. He didn't know. He couldn't ever know what it was like to be this way. The be special. To need Ruby to access his strength.
Where was she? Had something happened?
The crawlies under his skin seemed to be doing over time. He scratched at a particularly active bunch on the side of his neck.
All of a sudden she was there and Sam laughed in relief.
"Sorry I'm late," she said. "Can't stay long."
"Okay. Fine. I haven't been here that long anyway."
Ruby smiled. She joined him in the dark. Stepping forward 'til Sam's back was against the brick wall. She held up her left wrist in front of him. Ruby brought up a small knife with her other hand.
For an instant Sam thought she was going to stab him. Then she sliced the blade across her wrist. A clean red line across pale skin.
The blood didn't even get the chance to well up out of the wound before Sam sealed his lips against her flesh. He sucked, eagerly taking her glorious gift.
Instantly he felt power rush through him, restoring him. The blood was making him whole again. Her blood was sweeter than wine. It warmed and satisfied his need like nothing in the world ever had before. It filled the hole inside him with power. It was like filling the Impala with gas, it was the fuel that allowed him to fire up his mojo.
Her eyes turned black as the abyss, but Sam didn't notice. He was too caught up in getting his fix.
"'K, enough," Ruby said and pulled her wrist back from his eager mouth. He looked at her fiercely for a moment then got control of himself and nodded. "You got a little..." she gestured to his face where a thin trickle of her blood was heading down his chin.
He wiped it with the back of his hand then licked it off.
"Gotta run," Ruby said. "Be in touch soon."
"Okay," Sam said and she turned and was gone.
Sam leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He could feel the supercharged fluid surging though him. He felt alive again.
He composed himself and then jogged out onto the street. He had to quickly grab food and get back to Dean. He weighed up excuses in his mind. What would Dean believe?
From across the street, in the doorway of a hardware store, Ruby watched him. She smiled. This was going exactly to plan.
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:41 pm (UTC)Little Fill: MCU, Darcy + Jane + Tony + Bruce
Date: 2013-01-14 02:36 pm (UTC)Today she minded it a whole Hell of a lot. Not only was she wrangling Jane, but Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, too. And she wasn't getting any extra bonus for the extra work they gave her. They had just shown up in Jane's shiny, expensive new lab and sat down and joined in like they owned the place. Well, in all fairness, Tony Stark kinda did own the place, but they brought no assistants, and kept bellowing incomprehensible science at Darcy until Jane explained that she wasn't *that kind* of lab assistant.
Dr Banner was actually quite sweet to her, thanking her gruffly when she brought him a fruit bowl, and actually asking her about her opinion of the political situation in Chechnya before Tony Stark started making kissy-faces-and-sounds behind them.
Just for that, Darcy provided the great billionaire-entrepreneur-philanthropist-whatever with decaf. It was with great amusement that it took him a full three mugs to realise what was missing. The look on his face was priceless. Bruce was kind enough to photograph it on his hi-res Stark!phone and promised to email it to her (and everyone else who knew Tony).
Finally the end of her shift loomed large. She brought in three boxes of Pop-Tarts (and squirreled away another one just in case Thor turned up to visit) and announced to the room in general that it was the end of the day and she was going home. Jane waved a hand absent-mindedly, and Bruce and Tony didn't even blink.
Darcy grabbed her bag and coat. "Okay, guys, leaving now!"
"Bring back some damn coffee!" Tony yelled.
"Okay, sure thing! First thing tomorrow when I'm getting paid to do that," she retorted.
The look of agonised dismay on Tony's face was comical to watch.
"You mean... You gave me decaf and you're not coming back with the good stuff?"
"Shift's over. I don't get overtime for fetching and carrying on my own time, Mr Stark. I'm not your live-in PA. Night!"
After she shut the door, Darcy could hear muffled shouts of rage and something that sounded suspiciously like a pile of notes that Tony had worked painstakingly on all day falling to the floor.
She shook her head and chuckled. "And they call him a genius? Everybody knows the Golden Rule: Never piss off the coffee person."
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-15 01:16 am (UTC)"But, I want candy!"
"You can eat candy after the vegetables," God told his youngest who pouted and looked to Michael with big eyes.
"Michael.." Gabriel whimpered, knowing his eldest brother would join his cause, "I don't wanna eat vegetables."
Michael stared helplessly at his father. God sighed, Gabriel was very good at manipulating his brothers, a bit too good at it. Still, he had to stand firm with his decision, no need for a rebellion.
"Eat your vegetables, Gabriel"
"But Dad!"
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Date: 2013-01-14 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-14 01:50 pm (UTC)From this messed up place
'Cause you let me forget
You numb my pain
How can I tell you just all that you are
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Date: 2013-01-14 02:10 pm (UTC)"Yes, dear."no subject
Date: 2013-01-14 02:12 pm (UTC)If you work in the person looking like the :D emoticon for a week you will have my eternal gratitude. Based on a true story.
The Rush, Steve/Danny, Hawaii Five-0, PG-13
Date: 2013-01-14 07:46 pm (UTC)In truth he does feel scared, he doesn’t know what he would do if Steve was seriously injured or worse. Without Steve in his life he would be both bored out of his mind amidst the intense void in his life.
But in consequence, Danny finds himself addicted to the rush as well. When the testosterone and adrenaline are running through his veins, Steve is a more excitable lover. He holds him fiercely as their bodies move against each other in a frenzy and their lips crash against each other roughly. He feels whole, he feels the most loved most of all the excitement runs through his veins.
In the end….Danny finds himself addicted to the adrenaline too.
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Date: 2013-01-14 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-14 02:15 pm (UTC)Fill: "Just Like Robert Palmer"
Date: 2014-03-09 07:03 pm (UTC)“Noise? Noise?” Tony pushed his rolling stool back, skidding across the room nearly into her. He tilted his head back, keeping her in focus as he kicked his stool a little closer to her. “This isn’t noise. This is prime-time eighties classics.”
“Uh, huh,” Pepper said. “Noise.”
“Noise.” Tony tsked. “Pep, this is Robert Palmer. He of the suits and the women dressed exactly alike, in microdresses and slicked back hair and very red lipstick.”
“Uh huh,” Pepper said, giving in and toying with Tony’s hair, even if it might lead to a smirk.
It did. Tony smirked upside down at her. “So. Would you like me to continue your education in the music that is Robert Palmer?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You could always say ‘no’,” Tony shrugged, “but I’ll probably tell you anyway.”
“Mm, that’s what I was afraid of.” Pepper gave his hair a light tug. “I think you’re supposed to be doing some design work.”
“I think I’ve done plenty design work.” Kicking the floor, Tony spun the stool around so he faced her. He caught her hips and pulled her down into his lap, grinning when she squealed. “I think now, we play more Robert Palmer music.” He gave her a quick kiss, then cocked his head. “How do you feel about slicking back your hair? Do you even own a black microdress? JARVIS, can you order Pepper a microdress? Black, some sort of shiny material. Not leather, or pleather,” he shuddered, “maybe silk? Reference the video, ‘Addicted to Love’ for more information.”
“Tony, I’m not wearing a microdress.”
“And crimson lipstick.” He pursed his mouth. “Scarlet? You’d better verify off the video for that, too, JARVIS.”
“Of course, Mr. Stark,” JARVIS said in its most long-suffering tone.
“No, JARVIS,” Pepper said, in her most long-suffering tone.
“Yes, JARVIS,” Tony said, and kicked the floor so the stool spun around in a slow circle. “Admit it, Pep. You’re addicted to love, just like everyone else.”
“I’m not admitting anything,” she said, but with a laugh.
“A giggle is admission, if it please the court, and it does.” Tony gave her another kiss.
She planted her hand on his chest, above the arc reactor. “You’re the court now?”
“Judge, jury, and executioner. And you, you’re my witness.” Tony squirmed a bit under her. “And, just so you know, you’re getting the interest of another audience.”
“Tony,” Pepper groaned, rolling her eyes. “Let me up, now!”
“First, admit it.” Grinning, Tony ground up into her thigh. “Admit it, you’re addicted, too. Just like I am.” He nipped her throat, liking the hint of color that flushed her pale skin. “Admit it,” he growled against her jaw.
“All right, I admit!” Pepper laughed, batting at his chest. “But only if you admit something, too.”
“What? That you totally arouse me? Especially when you are?”
“No.” Her smile softened, and she tapped his mouth. Tony kissed her finger tip. “You admit your addictions, too.”
“Oh, that.” Tony puffed. “Booze. Sex.” He tilted his head. “Drugs, back in the day. Did I say sex? Power. Well, not really power, more the ‘getting away with it’ thing. Yeah.” He met her eyes again. “You.”
“Tony.”
“I’m serious. You. I’m addicted to you.”
Pepper wound her arms around his neck. “There. That’s not so hard.” She rearranged herself on his lap. “Something else is.”
Tony’s grin rivaled the glow of the arc reactor in his chest. Yeah, Pepper thought as she kissed him, she was addicted to him, too.
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:10 pm (UTC)Supernatural/any vampire fandom, Sam + any vampire, addiction to blood
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Date: 2013-01-14 07:25 pm (UTC)Sam can barely keep from trembling as he leans back against the wall. The fact that Dean is just inside the bar and could come out at any minute doesn't help any.
It doesn't matter, though. He can't pass up the chance. He's been getting what he can, when he can, but it's not enough. It's never enough.
"First things first," the vampire says, and holds out his hand.
Sam pulls up his sleeve and shows the vampire his wrist. The vampire takes it, and bites down, just barely enough to taste.
"Can't be too careful," he says, licking his lips. "Not too often I get a request like this."
"Can we hurry it up?" Sam says.
The vampire rolls his eyes, shoves Sam against the wall, and bites into his neck, not too rough. Sam finds himself almost wishing he were. He lets out a slow breath, eyes the doorway again. God, if Dean came out right now...
The vampire pulls away, wipes his mouth, licks his fingers.
"My turn," Sam says, impatiently.
The vampire sighs, and bites into his own wrist. Sam grabs onto his arm and drinks deep, feeling it all the way down to his toes, like an electric current.
All too soon, the wound closes. "More," Sam gasps.
The vampire obliges, with a wry smirk. "I could just snap your neck," he says. "Turn you. Much easier to get the blood you're already jonesing for."
To Sam's horror, he actually finds himself considering it. 'What the hell did you do to me?' he thinks, for the thousandth time. 'This was supposed to be over.'
The cut closes up again, and the vampire pushes Sam away before he can ask. "Your wound's healed," he says. "I'd clean up a bit before going back inside, though."
Sam nods. "So, uhh. Thanks."
The vampire nods back, makes to turn around, but pauses. "Your blood tastes... different. And I can't compel you. What are you? Really?"
"Honestly," Sam says. "I wish I knew."
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:11 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Clint/author’s choice, How long is this time gonna be?
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:16 pm (UTC)White Collar, Neal, addicted to the rush of getting away with it
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:17 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, serial killer AU - one of them's addicted to killing; the other's addicted to the rush of getting away with it
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:18 pm (UTC)Suits, Harvey/Mike, addicted to your touch
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Date: 2013-01-14 03:35 pm (UTC)