Go On - KILL ME!! Fic Challenge
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trancer21Yeah, I know, I owe a whole lotta people a whole buncha fic. But, I found this meme that's floating about the net and figured I've give it a shot. I'm bored. I'm at work. I'm dying here people!.
Anyway, it's supposed to be 30 aspects about one character, but I'm not sure I wanna write about just *one* character. So, claim an aspect, pick a character from a show you know I can write (or you know, not, 'cuz I'm really itching to write some Farscape fic), add a prompt and/or pairing and I'll write you a drabble in the comments.
The List
Anyway, it's supposed to be 30 aspects about one character, but I'm not sure I wanna write about just *one* character. So, claim an aspect, pick a character from a show you know I can write (or you know, not, 'cuz I'm really itching to write some Farscape fic), add a prompt and/or pairing and I'll write you a drabble in the comments.
The List
| 1. Naughty Girl | 2. Happy Girl | ||
| 3. Sly Girl | 4. Angsty Girl | ||
| 5. On-Vacation Girl | 6. Horny Girl | "Want" (Bad Girls) for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small} ralst |
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| 7.Changing In The ___ Girl | Claimed | 8. Excited Girl | |
| 9. Book Reading Girl | "The Little Things" (SVU) for bookgrrrl |
10. Dancing Girl | "The Incentive" (Grey's) for lostingeekdom |
| 11. Jealous Girl | 12. Turned On Girl | ||
| 13. Caring Girl | 14. On Her Knees Girl | "Anticipation" (BoP) for ariestess |
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| 15. Obedient Girl | 16. Dominant Girl | ||
| 17. Losing Her Virginity Girl | 18. Naive Girl | ||
| 19. Eating Her Lunch and Drinking From a Soda Bottle Girl | 20. Greedy Girl | Claimed | |
| 21. Daring Girl | 22. Exploring Girl | ||
| 23. Swimming In The Buff Girl | "Moment of Trust" (BoP) for amandeo |
24. Bath-Time Girl | "Humpty Dumpty" (CSI) for ralst |
| 25. Disheveled Girl | Claimed | 26. Exhausted Girl | |
| 27.Well-Shagged Girl | 28. Kick Ass Girl | "Aperitif" (BoP) for ralst |
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| 29. Injured Girl | "A Little TLC" (BSG) for mantaraggio |
30. Protective Girl | "The Price" (BSG) for mantaraggio |
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on 2006-04-19 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-19 01:54 am (UTC)#14. On-Her-Knees Girl, Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel, BoP series
Bad Girls - Want
on 2006-04-19 02:35 am (UTC)**
Helen leaned against the door, keys mere millimeters from the lock; the only obstacle between her and the person on the other side - the mere flick of her wrist.
“Why do you have to make it so hard, Nikki?”
Nikki could hear the exasperation in her voice, the longing, the frustration. And she didn’t care. Didn’t care about decorum, or rules, or anything but having Helen near, without the barrier of an inch thick steel door, or prying eyes. Like a dog with a bone, she’d had a taste of Heaven and, now, didn’t want to let go. Wouldn’t let go. Not when it was so near she could taste it on her lips.
“Open the door, Helen.”
“Nikki,” she exhaled in a frustrated sigh.
“I want to kiss you,” she purred in a low quiet voice. So low Helen had to strain to hear. “On that spot behind your ear as my hands caress the small of your back. Move my lips across your throat, feel you moan against my tongue.”
Helen Stewart wanted a lot of things. Right now, Helen wanted to scratch the itch crawling up and down her spine, twisting around the pit of her stomach and tingling the inside of her thighs. An itch that had a name, a face; a touch she shouldn't have known, a taste still lingering on her tongue.
She turned the key.
She wanted no more.
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on 2006-04-19 05:09 am (UTC)Ummm... Injured girl/Starbuck and Protective girl/Boomer. Maybe if they had gotten separated from the rest of the troops on Caprica. Or you could switch it to Starbuck protecting Boomer. Whatever you write will be great, I'm sure.
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on 2006-04-19 06:08 am (UTC)#10 - dancing girl
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on 2006-04-19 06:09 am (UTC)Anticipation - Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
on 2006-04-19 06:31 am (UTC)That’s what Harley loved the most. The anticipation. The unknown, wondering, imagining, desiring what the next course of action would be. Of course, the anticipation was all she really had. No one ever really met her expectations. No matter how hard she wanted, coaxed, dictated, demanded. No one could hit that spot, hit every note in a perfect symphony of flesh and sweat, pain and pleasure.
But, she kept trying. Kept anticipating. They bent her, beat her, fucked her but no one had ever broken her, even her sweet Mr. J, to Harley‘s chagrin. And she waited, anticipation leading to a vicious cycle of hope, disappointment, to frustration and back around again.
Even now, on her knees on the cold stone floor, hands bound behind her back, wearing nothing more than a collar, the anticipation kept her warm. The seeds of disappointment sprouted like weeds in the back of her mind.
Eventually, the door to her cell opened. Head still bowed, she gazed through her bangs at dangerously high heels supporting impossibly long legs. Heels clacked loudly on the stone floor.
"I hope you're not another disappointment,” she drawled, pulling the long coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Eschewed the normal black bodice for one colored entirely in hues of green. "There've been soo many disappointments these days."
"I'll try my best," she clipped, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Quickly, deftly, she was on her. Hands, threading through Harley's hair with a vice-like grip, yanked Harley's head back. She stared into deep, emerald eyes, surrounded hair that rolled off her shoulders in waves of crimson. Harley heard the hitch in her voice, felt the shiver that trembled down her spine.
“I didn’t tell you to speak, now did I?” The green eyes sparked with an insanity that made Harley‘s toes curl in delight. “And before you answer, I don’t like Mistress or Madame, that’s soo passe.” She released her grip, stood before Harley. “Call me Ivy. Now, choose your safety word.”
Harley tilted her head upwards, the anticipation coursing through her veins, coloring her skin, tingling the insides of her thighs. The anticipated that maybe, just maybe, this Ivy would do her right. She smiled and licked her lips.
“More.”
END
#30 Protective Sharon - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 07:04 am (UTC)The voice spoke in a symphony of chaos and order. It was their mission, HER mission. Destroy them. Destroy them all. Humans were fallible, destructive, imperfect. Aberrations. As an instrument of God, it was her duty, her purpose to do what it took to erase this blight of imperfection from the universe.
But, this wasn’t a, an, or any human. This was Starbuck. Starbuck! Her best friend. The one who taught her how to kiss, drink, fight, fly, frak. Even if Starbuck didn’t know that many of those had been Sharon’s firsts. The first kiss shared sloppily over a bottle of Ambrosia. Her first frak, a clumsy, hot, crazy tangle of skin, sweat and exploring fingers.
The one who, when the entire Fleet wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in Sharon’s head, stood in front of their barrels and said ‘no’.
She’d been her first taste of real human emotion. When she discovered how fragile humans really were. Held Starbuck in her arms until the tears stained Sharon’s sweatshirt, the shudders subsided and she fell asleep in Sharon’s arms.
Starbuck. Who now lay on the stony ground battered, broken and bleeding. Ragged coughs with sprays of blood sputtered from her lips. It made her question everything she knew, felt, believed.
Let her die, Sharon
She’s human, Sharon
“No!” She pressed her palms to her ears, screaming back at the voice. “Not her. Not Starbuck.”
She pulled out a pocketknife. Jabbed it deep into the side of her neck. Ignored the pain, the blood, the fear. Severed the connection between herself and the collective. And, just like that, the voices were gone.
She knelt down next to Starbuck, gently shaking the woman. “Starbuck, come on, baby. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!” She gripped Starbuck by the lapels, jerking the woman up. “Captain Thrace!”
Starbuck’s eyes fluttered open. Sharon swallowed her cry of joy.
“Move it, soldier!”
The words jarred Starbuck from her unconsciousness. Not much, but enough. Sharon pulled Starbuck’s arm over her shoulders. She didn’t know what kind of Hell awaited her for disobeying her God. But, she’d betrayed so many, sinned so much, paid so high a price. She would not pay anymore. Not with Starbuck.
The Gods be damned.
END
#29 Injured Starbuck - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 07:20 am (UTC)“This is all your fault, you know,” Kara huffed angrily, sliding gingerly onto her bunk.
“How’s this MY fault?” Sharon gaped at her.
Kara folded her arms across her chest, trying valiantly not to blush. “It’s bruised.”
“What?”
“There’s like a bone or something down there and when we..” she trailed off unable to repeat the words. “You broke my vagina.”
Sharon held a hand over her mouth, tried desperately not to giggle. And failed. Starbuck shot her an angry look. She raised her hands defensively. “It was your idea in the first place.”
“You didn’t have to say ‘yes’.”
“Well, if I would have known it could break your vagina, I would have,” she sat down on the edge of the bunk, her fingers edging towards the button on Kara’s slacks. “Can I see?”
“NO!” Kara swatted her hand away. “This isn’t funny, Sharon. The Doc says I have to stay on my back for a coupla days.”
“I thought you liked being on your back!” She laughed, dodged the fist aiming for her arm but winding up taking the punch anyway. She paused, her eyes going all smoky and bedroomy. “C’mon, let me see it.”
“Sharon,” Kara sighed.
“Please,” Sharon smiled at the lack of resistance as she undid the button. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Let me make this right.”
“How?”
“Oh, you know,” she straddled Starbuck’s legs, planted a kiss on the exposed stomach, her hands pulling the slacks down Starbuck’s hips. “A little TLC. Maybe,” she wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously, “kiss it and make it better.”
“Well,” Starbuck’s lips cracked into the tiniest of smiles as she pulled her hands behind her head. “You did break it. The least I could do is let you try to fix it.”
“Mmmm, I‘m very good at trying. And this time, ” Sharon purred, pulling a thigh over her shoulder. “I‘ll get it right.”
END
#10 Dancing Izzie - Grey's Anatomy, Izzie/Addison
on 2006-04-19 07:49 am (UTC)“C’mon Addison,” Izzie pleaded. “You know you wanna.”
Addison peered over the top of her glasses. Gazed across the bed and at the woman dancing in front of it. It’s not the fact that Izzie was wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. Or the way her body shimmied to the beat. Or the expression on her face, a combination of bemusement and a sultry come hither that, normally, would have had Addison jumping out of the bed and pressing her lips against Izzie’s until they were both breathless. No, the problem was Izzie was dancing -
To the Macarena.
Isobel Stevens loved the Macarena. Un-ironically. Unapologetically. Fully and totally. It was her pick me up song. The one she listened to that always put a smile on her face, picked her up when she was feeling a bit down. It’s not that Addison begrudged Izzie’s personal song choice. But, she may listen to it, she may watch Izzie dance to it, but it would be a dark day in Hell when Addison Montgomery danced the Macarena.
“Oh, I know,” her smile stretched wider. “You need an incentive.”
“Izzie, there isn’t an incentive in the world..” her voice stopped abruptly. The magazine in her hands now draped with a brassiere. Izzie’s brassiere. She pulled the magazine down from her line of vision.
Izzie still stood in front of the bed. Her back turned to Addison, head turned over her shoulder making sure the redhead was watching, hips swaying back and forth seductively. “Need more of an incentive?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She slid her hands down her side, fingers catching inside the band of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, while her hips still swayed to the beat and pulled them down off her legs. She pulled them taut between her hands and sling-shot them at Addison. “Still need an incentive?”
Addison tossed the magazine onto the floor. Held out her enclosed hand, curling her finger, waving Izzie towards her. “C’mere.”
Izzie moved forward, crawling towards Addison, over long legs, straddling Addison’s hips. “I don’t have anything else to bribe you with?”
“Mmmm,” Addison purred. “There’s always your lips,” she rolled the two over, pinning Izzie to the mattress. Taking her time to explore Izzie’s mouth with her own. “And then,” she paused long enough to raise a playful eyebrow. “There are the other parts.”
“And how many of my parts do I have to bribe you with until you’ll dance with me?”
“Mmm,” Addison looked up as she began her descent down Izzie’s frame. “I’ll let you know when I get there.”
END
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on 2006-04-19 11:43 am (UTC)Alex please, either solo or Pre-fuckwit Olivia slash, please.
Re: #29 Injured Starbuck - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 02:20 pm (UTC)“It was your idea in the first place.”
Hahah. I'm dying to know what *it* was.
Re: #30 Protective Sharon - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 02:28 pm (UTC)Heh, I was totally tempted to pick #17 for Sharon or Starbuck, but then I thought that writing back far enough to one of them losing their virginity would be too hard. But ah!! You included it anyway. You read my mind! I wouldn't have thought of Starbuck being Sharon's first kiss, but now that you planted it in my head I am absolutely convinced it happened that way.
I love this fic, I wish there was more. I wish it was the beginning of an epic novel concerning the adventures of Sharon and Starbuck on Caprica, with flashbacks to all the important slashy parts in their friendship. Hint Hint. *g*
Re: Anticipation - Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
on 2006-04-19 03:10 pm (UTC)Loved it!!!
Re: #10 Dancing Izzie - Grey's Anatomy, Izzie/Addison
on 2006-04-19 03:35 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon. You getting bored at work is often good news for your flisters. *g*
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on 2006-04-19 04:50 pm (UTC)Re: Anticipation - Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
on 2006-04-19 05:12 pm (UTC)Re: #30 Protective Sharon - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 05:21 pm (UTC)I wouldn't have thought of Starbuck being Sharon's first kiss, but now that you planted it in my head I am absolutely convinced it happened that way.
As I was writing, I was thinking about how Cylons are born as adults. And how some of them *know* that these experiences are firsts and others don't because they've been implanted with false memories. I'd wanted to explore that dichotomy. Like how, at the time, Sharon believed it to be her first kiss with a woman but to realize later that it had been her first kiss ever. But, it's supposed to be a drabble dammit!
Stop making me think about this shit!
Re: #30 Protective Sharon - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 05:27 pm (UTC)Ah! Brilliant! Yeah, I meant you, silly woman. Get on that epic fic pronto! Really though, I think Sharon/Starbuck is my new favorite thing, I would explore these issues myself, but I'm not much of a writer, therefore - you should do it. Y'know, I can be even more insistent than
Re: #29 Injured Starbuck - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck
on 2006-04-19 05:34 pm (UTC)Well, just chalk that up to my stupidity. When you wrote Injured Starbuck *and* Protective Boomer, I just assumed you were claiming the separate prompts. But, it's not like I hated writing them or anything. 'Cuz, you know, Starbuck getting injured during sex with Boomer is always something worth writing!
I'm dying to know what *it* was.
Heh, I'll never tell ;)
#9 Book Reading Alex - SVU; Alex/Olivia
on 2006-04-19 05:45 pm (UTC)Alex felt a shiver run down her spine as her fingers grazed over the surface. Delighted in the smooth and slightly raspy texture. Moved her fingers slowly, methodically. Not wanting to miss a hair as she memorized the feel of it against her skin. Rolled it over, repeated the same on the other side. Traced every line, every curve, ridge, bump and smooth surface.
Her eyes took on a glassy, entranced gaze as her fingers delicately, but sternly, began to open it. Gazed down with a seductive reverence. She leaned down low, inhaled the deep musky scent. Surreptitiously licked the corner of her mouth as her eyes scanned about, wanting to consume it immediately, and savor it slowly all at once.
It brought back memories. Memories of her first time, when she realized how this could make her feel things she’d never realized before. Take her to places she didn’t know existed. Barely out of puberty, huddled under the covers as her heart raced, sweat dotted her skin, heated breaths panting from her lips.
“Jesus,” Olivia muttered, staring at the woman over the lip of her coffee cup. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be a book more in my life.”
“I like books,” Alex muttered. Couldn’t stop the blush creeping on her cheeks no matter how hard she tried. She closed the book before her, gently setting it back into the gift box. “You know what’s better than a book?”
Olivia swallowed hard, not quite believing the look on Alex’s face was meant for her. “What?”
She leaned in close, lips gently caressing the corner of Olivia‘s mouth. “Thanking the person who gave it to me.”
END
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on 2006-04-19 05:57 pm (UTC)28. Kick-Ass Girl - Helena Kyle: Barbara/Helena, Birds of Prey
Re: Anticipation - Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
on 2006-04-19 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: Bad Girls - Want
on 2006-04-19 09:03 pm (UTC)Re: Bad Girls - Want
on 2006-04-19 09:51 pm (UTC)