Fic: Drabble prompts
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xlivvielockexOkay, this is round one...Buffy and Angel verses. I will probably be back tomorrow with round two. But everyone got at least one of their prompts done. :) Thanks again for spanking my muse into submission and I will honestly take more! Just hit me here
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boy_named_susie
“Cordelia, you are not putting that thing into Connor’s crib!”
“Why not? It’s a cute and cuddly little monkey onekey, isn’t it?” Cordelia cooed at Connor as she showed him the stuffed monkey. The baby reached for it, giggling back.
“I just don’t like it.” Angel frowned, the expression creasing his heavy brow. “It reminds me of a demon. Little beady eyes just staring at you. All that fur. I don’t want it near my son.”
“Oh, come on. It looks like you. That sloping forehead, the heavy brow. It will be like daddy is here, even when he isn’t!”
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Forsl_podcast
“What is wrong with that guy?” Jessica leaned over to her boyfriend, Brad.
“I don’t know. I think he might be having a seizure.” He answered her.
“Do you think we should call 911 then? He looks like a fish flailing out of water.”
“Yeah, maybe. I am just worried about him swallowing his tongue.”
“Oh, my god, Brad, he just hit Letty in the face!” Jessica got up from her seat and rushed to her friend. Brad grabbed the jerking man from behind to stop him from injuring any other party goers.
“Hey…wait…what?!” Angel protested. “I was just dancing!”
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Foramericangirl69
Tingling. It always felt like a tingling. At the base of her spine, shooting up towards the stars and sky, spreading from her core out to the tips of her toes, her fingers, the top of her head. It was the spark before the fire. It was the sizzle before the explosion. It was the calm before the storm that only Willow could create within her.
But sometimes, sometimes after the tingle faded, sometimes when the tingle was little more than a dull throb, she wondered. She wondered if it was really Willow or if it was just some spell.
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Forskull_theatre
Fred giggled as she and Harmony stumbled their way to Wes’ door. If Fred had stopped after just one drink, she probably would have remembered that Harmony’s inebriation was just an act. Vampire constitutions were quite high, which gave her an idea for an experiment that was quickly forgotten as she pushed a petite finger against the buzzer.
“Now what?” Fred asked.
“Um…lemme think…evil…evil. Right. We ring the doorbell and…we run!” She finished just as a bleary eyed Wes came into view.
He could barely make out the figures as they ran at breakneck, stumbling speed away from his door.
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Forbells_ringing
Dru giggled as she and Spike walked down the fairway. He was busy picking carnie out of his teeth while Dru stroked a garish green stuffed dog. She paused, leaning over to him. She pointed with a lazy finger to one of the Jersey girls with high hair and acid washed jeans. “She looks like she tastes of sky and has clouds in her hair.”
“You want ‘er, you’ll have ‘er.” Spike sauntered over to the girl, flashing a toothy grin. He spotted the name in cursive on her necklace.
“Heaven, eh? Not tonight, love. You’re goin’ straight to Hell.”
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Forlauratd (I am SO writing that Popular crossover but it is going to be longer than a drabble.
Every night Faith cleaned her boots. Pulled an old rag out from a battered man’s shaving case, first cleaning the blood and gore from a night’s fighting off. She never used water. She used a special soap that he was pretty sure was used for saddles though neither of them had ever seen a horse up close. Unless you counted when the vampire cop decided to turn his mount. Then clean rag, some oil from a tin. She rubbed the boots carefully, like she was rubbing lotion on the skin of a lover.
Those boots. He got her those boots.
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Formystalkershrine
Angel found himself staring at her foot. It would peek out every now and again from under her desk. That red strap snaking around her golden tanned ankle. Her tiny pink painted toes peeping out. The arch of her foot, curving upwards. The way her calves looked: strong, supple.
He never had a foot fetish but as he tried to hide his growing erection, all he could think about was slipping her foot from that shoe. Kissing each toe softly. The arch. Licking, sucking, rubbing it against his groin.
“Cordelia…” He spoke up, his voice gravely with arousal, “Nice shoes.”
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Fornot_purrrfect
Joyce would never admit it to Buffy. She wouldn’t even admit it to herself, except on nights like this when she had too much wine and she put on her old albums from high school.
Hank never made her feel that way. Not when they were dating, surely not when they got married. She actually felt alive. She kept trying to tell herself that it was the candy but long after the effects had worn off, she still felt her heart skip a beat.
Nights like this, drunk from too much wine, she picked up the phone and almost dialed.
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Forwereleopard58
“You got it now, Barbie. You sure you ain’t part black?”
Angel came out of his office, looking like he had been sucking on lemons all evening.
“What’s all this noise?” He looked to Cordelia, then Gunn.
Cordelia looked up, wisps of hair plastered to her forehead. “Gunn was just teaching me how to crump.”
“Dancin’, man, dancin’” Gunn replied after the look the vampire gave him.
“Come here, I will show you how to do it.”
Normally he would have resisted, told her he didn’t dance. But her smile, the light in her eyes, he was powerless to resist.
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boy_named_susie“Cordelia, you are not putting that thing into Connor’s crib!”
“Why not? It’s a cute and cuddly little monkey onekey, isn’t it?” Cordelia cooed at Connor as she showed him the stuffed monkey. The baby reached for it, giggling back.
“I just don’t like it.” Angel frowned, the expression creasing his heavy brow. “It reminds me of a demon. Little beady eyes just staring at you. All that fur. I don’t want it near my son.”
“Oh, come on. It looks like you. That sloping forehead, the heavy brow. It will be like daddy is here, even when he isn’t!”
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sl_podcast“What is wrong with that guy?” Jessica leaned over to her boyfriend, Brad.
“I don’t know. I think he might be having a seizure.” He answered her.
“Do you think we should call 911 then? He looks like a fish flailing out of water.”
“Yeah, maybe. I am just worried about him swallowing his tongue.”
“Oh, my god, Brad, he just hit Letty in the face!” Jessica got up from her seat and rushed to her friend. Brad grabbed the jerking man from behind to stop him from injuring any other party goers.
“Hey…wait…what?!” Angel protested. “I was just dancing!”
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americangirl69Tingling. It always felt like a tingling. At the base of her spine, shooting up towards the stars and sky, spreading from her core out to the tips of her toes, her fingers, the top of her head. It was the spark before the fire. It was the sizzle before the explosion. It was the calm before the storm that only Willow could create within her.
But sometimes, sometimes after the tingle faded, sometimes when the tingle was little more than a dull throb, she wondered. She wondered if it was really Willow or if it was just some spell.
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skull_theatreFred giggled as she and Harmony stumbled their way to Wes’ door. If Fred had stopped after just one drink, she probably would have remembered that Harmony’s inebriation was just an act. Vampire constitutions were quite high, which gave her an idea for an experiment that was quickly forgotten as she pushed a petite finger against the buzzer.
“Now what?” Fred asked.
“Um…lemme think…evil…evil. Right. We ring the doorbell and…we run!” She finished just as a bleary eyed Wes came into view.
He could barely make out the figures as they ran at breakneck, stumbling speed away from his door.
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bells_ringingDru giggled as she and Spike walked down the fairway. He was busy picking carnie out of his teeth while Dru stroked a garish green stuffed dog. She paused, leaning over to him. She pointed with a lazy finger to one of the Jersey girls with high hair and acid washed jeans. “She looks like she tastes of sky and has clouds in her hair.”
“You want ‘er, you’ll have ‘er.” Spike sauntered over to the girl, flashing a toothy grin. He spotted the name in cursive on her necklace.
“Heaven, eh? Not tonight, love. You’re goin’ straight to Hell.”
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For
lauratd (I am SO writing that Popular crossover but it is going to be longer than a drabble.Every night Faith cleaned her boots. Pulled an old rag out from a battered man’s shaving case, first cleaning the blood and gore from a night’s fighting off. She never used water. She used a special soap that he was pretty sure was used for saddles though neither of them had ever seen a horse up close. Unless you counted when the vampire cop decided to turn his mount. Then clean rag, some oil from a tin. She rubbed the boots carefully, like she was rubbing lotion on the skin of a lover.
Those boots. He got her those boots.
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mystalkershrineAngel found himself staring at her foot. It would peek out every now and again from under her desk. That red strap snaking around her golden tanned ankle. Her tiny pink painted toes peeping out. The arch of her foot, curving upwards. The way her calves looked: strong, supple.
He never had a foot fetish but as he tried to hide his growing erection, all he could think about was slipping her foot from that shoe. Kissing each toe softly. The arch. Licking, sucking, rubbing it against his groin.
“Cordelia…” He spoke up, his voice gravely with arousal, “Nice shoes.”
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not_purrrfectJoyce would never admit it to Buffy. She wouldn’t even admit it to herself, except on nights like this when she had too much wine and she put on her old albums from high school.
Hank never made her feel that way. Not when they were dating, surely not when they got married. She actually felt alive. She kept trying to tell herself that it was the candy but long after the effects had worn off, she still felt her heart skip a beat.
Nights like this, drunk from too much wine, she picked up the phone and almost dialed.
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wereleopard58“You got it now, Barbie. You sure you ain’t part black?”
Angel came out of his office, looking like he had been sucking on lemons all evening.
“What’s all this noise?” He looked to Cordelia, then Gunn.
Cordelia looked up, wisps of hair plastered to her forehead. “Gunn was just teaching me how to crump.”
“Dancin’, man, dancin’” Gunn replied after the look the vampire gave him.
“Come here, I will show you how to do it.”
Normally he would have resisted, told her he didn’t dance. But her smile, the light in her eyes, he was powerless to resist.
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Date: 2007-06-24 06:45 am (UTC)Anyways, it's all the awesome! :D Thanks :D
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Date: 2007-06-26 07:15 am (UTC)You crack me up. I love your sense of humor. (Or rather, what little I have seen of it so far. Still cracks me up)
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Date: 2007-06-24 01:49 pm (UTC)These made me crack up, great stuff!
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Date: 2007-06-24 02:29 pm (UTC)And you had me guffawing out loud with H/F/W!!! Um...not "quite" what I had in mind, but worth every word!!!
Well done!!!
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Date: 2007-06-26 02:11 am (UTC)Thank you for the compliment on the Joyce one. I always felt bad that Joyce never really got a significant love interest.
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