Monday - Temptation Day
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comment_ficGreetings folks!
I'm running in to pinch hit while we work out a transatlantic glitch.
Today I'd like to play with Temptation as our theme...
Seduction, the fall from grace, the slippery slope into damnation, the road to hell paved with good intentions...as innocent as enticing someone to skip school or go along with a prank...as dark and twisted as seducing an angel to fall...and everything in between...
Make the code monkeys happy and formulate your prompts properly:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"
Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white
RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit
As always, follow the rules: No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row...come back and prompt more once some of yours are answered.
Go out and rock this monday!
Theme=temptation
I'm running in to pinch hit while we work out a transatlantic glitch.
Today I'd like to play with Temptation as our theme...
Seduction, the fall from grace, the slippery slope into damnation, the road to hell paved with good intentions...as innocent as enticing someone to skip school or go along with a prank...as dark and twisted as seducing an angel to fall...and everything in between...
Make the code monkeys happy and formulate your prompts properly:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"
Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white
RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit
As always, follow the rules: No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row...come back and prompt more once some of yours are answered.
Go out and rock this monday!
Theme=temptation
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Date: 2009-09-28 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 09:24 pm (UTC)CSI, Wendy/Hodges (+ Mandy, Henry), coworkers
Date: 2009-11-09 06:57 am (UTC)Wendy looked up from the microscope. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play the confused card. I know something is going on between you two. So spill."
Wendy sighed. "There is nothing going on between me and Hodges, OK? Even if I'd like there to be, the chances of it happening are slim to none."
Mandy leaned closer. "Is it because Hodges has never been with a woman?"
"Mandy!"
"What? You know that's why he's afraid to get together with you."
"No, actually it's because we're coworkers and that sort of thing is frowned upon around here."
Mandy scrunched her face up into a scowl. "Really?"
"Yes, we'd have to report to Ecklie and we'd have to work on different shifts. Hodges is probably just trying to protect his job."
"Yeah, well, if you ask me, Hodges needs to grow a spine. You could be like the best thing that’s ever happened to him and all he can do is pine over you."
Wendy smiled. "He pines for me?"
"Ugh, you two are hopeless." Mandy scoffed in disgust and left Wendy to grin like a love-sick fool on her own.
~*~
"They're having lunch together, aren't they?" Mandy narrowed her eyes and glared at the door to the break room.
Henry nodded. "So? Can't they have lunch?"
"Ugh, boys. No, they can't just have lunch. They're sweet on each other. It's not lunch, it's probably like their super secret date."
"But, um, we're at work. It's not exactly the right environment for a date." Henry's head tilted slightly to the side. The boy was so clueless.
"Oh, here they come, look natural."
Mandy leaned her arm against the wall, one hand on her hip. She was trying to look like she wasn't spying on them, but Henry thought she missed nonchalance by a mile.
Wendy and Hodges just looked at them weirdly and went back to work.
"No way they're together," Henry said, "that kind of thing is frowned upon here."
"So I hear. But wouldn't it be great if they were?" Mandy turned a manic smile on him. All he could do was shrug.
~*~
Wendy was shutting down her computer and putting on her jacket, ready to leave the lab and go home for a much needed nap, when Hodges stopped by.
"I wondered if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or something?" He looked at her nervously.
She was really looking forward to her nap, and not being with someone who admitted to liking her and then did nothing about it.
"What, you mean like a date?"
Hodges stepped back and put up his hands as though he could keep the repulsive idea away from him. "What? No, no it's not a date...just a couple of coworkers grabbing a bite to eat."
It seemed like Wendy Simms could either not see Hodges at all if she couldn't be with him romantically (but that was virtually impossible as they worked together and saw each other every day), or she could just go out to eat with him on their "not date."
Her nap could wait.
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Date: 2009-09-28 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 10:22 pm (UTC)Button Pressing 1/1 PG
Date: 2009-11-11 08:41 am (UTC)"Doctor what's this?"
The Doctor looked over his shoulder at his companion. They had been taking a tour through Jack's Torchwood and where currently in their archives. Donna had apparently found something interesting.
"Hmmm... Not quite sure," he said looking down at the device in Donna's hand. It definitely seemed futuristic and alien. Not the sort of thing he necessarily wanted to leave in Torchwood's hands, even if he did think Jack halfway knew what he was doing. His finger grazed the big button at the top of the device, the type that beings put on to demand attention for some kind of nefarious purpose.
"Doctor what are you do - " Donna started to, trying to jerk the device away and inadvertantly pressing the button herself. Then a white flash engulfed them both.
When they woke up a couple of Earth weeks later in the TARDIS embraced in a hug, neither one could quite remember what had happened. Nor how they came to be in the TARDIS with him in his first self's clothes holding Donna as if she were a child. Jack declined to offer up more than a few sparse details of what had happened to them, nor what the device was. Only, Jack had said that it was "Sealed up in the most secure vault available."
Given all the possible scenarios, the Doctor decided that he could accept those few answers.
Midquel is here at this prompt
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Date: 2009-09-28 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 11:07 pm (UTC)I'll be seeing you - gennish, PG
Date: 2009-10-01 09:38 pm (UTC)Bobby’s spent the better part of the last decade chasing after John. They were brothers—better than, considering Ronny—and friends, and Bobby just… misses him.
He carried John from Alcatraz. Kept him away from the soldiers and the cops, and even the X-Men until John woke up, and he left before John realized he was there.
It’s after a lifetime of being the good guy. Being dependable and nice and so sickeningly sweet he wants to barf.
He doesn’t belong at the school anymore. He should have left when John did.
Bobby doesn’t say goodbye to anyone. He lets his instincts lead him and when he winds up at what had been John’s favorite hang-out, he settles in a corner and waits.
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Date: 2009-09-28 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-28 11:45 pm (UTC)The Nose Knows, Jason/Tim, PG-13
Date: 2009-12-07 07:39 pm (UTC)He considered it karma. He had a lot of the bad variety and the multiverse liked laughing at his stupid ass.
But that didn't stop him from stalking Tim most of the day. And well, the sniffing was clearly getting to him.
"D-do I need a shower?" He finally asked.
"You smell good." Which made baby bird freak out just a little more.
"Jay." He should probably not take Tim in his arms and sniff like that.
"Hmm?" He could feel Tim push, just a little.
"You're not secretly a caveman or and animal?" Muffled a bit by his shirt, he ought to let him have some air. He shook his head and inhaled. "You haven't had a run in with Ivy, have you?"
"Nope." He felt the hit just a fraction of an inch away from being a nerve strike.
"This is a little bit creepy, you know that?" He honestly didn't care right now, because now he wanted to know how baby bird tasted.
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 01:32 am (UTC)Parker had stepped behind an old fashioned screen, like something out of a movie. It had delicate, hand painted flowers trailing along the edges and elegant Chinese writing in the center of each panel. It wasn’t even as though Eliot could really see anything; just the play of light and shadow, the suggestion of supple limbs through canvas. Eliot couldn’t tear his gaze away.
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 12:43 am (UTC)Alec didn’t have many internal controls and understood he was lacking a moral compass but this was different. This feeling…this need was programmed into him, and even he was able to recognize what damage could be done. Under normal circumstances when Alec was in his right mind Logan could take him on physically, but in this heightened state there would be no playful jockeying for position, no teasing, tormenting touches; Alec would have to be dominant and he wouldn’t care how he got there. This heat always blurs the line between right and wrong – there is only need, and fulfilling the need by any means necessary.
That was why Alec hit the road – to get himself as far away from Logan as possible until the flush of heat had passed and he could recognize their boundaries once again.
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Date: 2010-04-26 05:19 pm (UTC)The craving turns into desire and he pleasures himself but he doesn't feel the way Dean said he would, he is unsure if he is doing it wrong.
Dean shows him again by taking his cock in hand and doing it himself, Castiel pants and feels a burning feeling spread through his body and when he comes Dean kisses him and Castiel feels an overpowering need to kiss him back.
'Stay', Dean whispers and Castiel feels the burning feeling deep in his groin again, he nods his head and kisses his hunter again.
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Date: 2009-09-29 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-14 11:47 pm (UTC)What he’s not used to is having to deal with any of these for longer than it takes to say, “Would you please have a seat? This’ll pinch a little.”
He’s not quite sure how it happened (there was a small security emergency that required all handlers present, and one of them thought it was a good idea to leave a just-imprinted active in his office while the issue was dealt with), but now Topher is stuck in the imprint room keeping watch over Whiskey, who is giving him a strange look from the corner.
She’s all dressed up in some slinky red dress with a slit up to there and a neckline down to there, and she’s been programmed with all the traits of a borderline nymphomaniac. She’s looking increasingly displeased about not doing anything fun and sexy at the moment, and Topher is debating on whether it might be better to just wipe her and re-imprint her once the crisis is over.
“Hey there, darlin’,” Whiskey calls out suddenly. Her voice is dark and smoky, and Topher turns around very slowly to face her. “How much longer do think this’ll take? I’ve got places to be tonight.”
Topher shrugs and offers a little grin. “Just a small delay,” he assures her. He’s not used to dealing with the actives beyond his basic script.
Whiskey’s eyes slide over him, and her lips curve into a smirk. She pushes herself away from the wall. “You’re a sweet thing, aren’t you?” she drawls, stepping around the imprint chair and advancing slowly toward him. “You wanna have a little fun while we wait for this mess to pass?”
He gives a nervous laugh. “Fun? I’m already having fun.” He tries to take a step away from her and feels the edge of the computer dig into his back. “Isn’t this fun?”
Her hands crawl up his chest and curl around the back of his neck, and she presses herself against him. “Lots of fun,” she purrs.
“Whiskey,” he tries in a slightly panicked tone, bringing his hands up to her waist to try and push her away. He can’t remember this personality’s name right now.
She flashes him a predatory smile, her fingers tangling in his hair, and says, “Little early in the day for drinks, but I’m sure it could be arranged.” And then she covers his mouth with hers and kisses him roughly, pushing him up against the wall.
Topher’s muffled protest goes unheard. He squirms and his grip tightens over her hips, but he forgets to try and push her away. His eyes slide shut. When she pulls back and lets him breathe, he groans quietly to himself, “You are gonna get me in so much trouble. If your handler comes back…”
Whiskey puts her hand over his mouth to cut him off. “Relax, sweetheart,” she grins. “No one’s comin’ for a long time.”
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Date: 2009-09-29 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-25 04:54 am (UTC)Buck grinned, "What can I say, the brass loves us more. See now, if you'd actually enlisted like a good American, maybe you'd get to do some of this."
"As soon as I'm 18, Buck, I'll take you up on that," Toro responded with a smirk.
Then silence fell between them. Toro took a step closer, suddenly aware of every last person around him and Bucky.
His arms ached to pull Bucky to him. He looked around and noticed two other soldiers hugging and patting each other on the back as they parted. Taking that as an ok, Toro closed the space between him and Bucky and gave Bucky a quick squeeze.
He looked up and it was all he could do not follow through with a kiss. Something in his expression must have given his feelings away though because Buck's eyes narrowed and he shook his head no.
Toro nodded and pulled back.
"Take care, jerk," he mumbled as he gave Bucky a punch to the arm.
"Will do, kid." Then Bucky's lips gave a quick half smile and before Toro could react, Bucky had him in a headlock.
"And I want daddy's little man here to be good soldier and kill lots of nazi's while I'm gone. You think you can do that for me?" Bucky said as though talking to a two year old. Then he planted a quick peck on Toro's cheek and drew back laughing. His eyes, however, held an entirely different emotion in check.
Toro, for his part, gave a few shouts of outrage, mouthing thanks to Bucky in between his curses.
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Date: 2009-09-29 03:16 am (UTC)