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[doyle]

Stolen from girlfromsouth:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!

Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.

Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.

ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.

Comments

Re: Drabble tag!

[ex-kyrieane267.livejournal.com]

He can’t help the awe and amazement as his lover walks nude in the moonlight. Like silver water flowing over marble ice. And this picture of perfection is there for him. And only him. To soothe him and coddle him. To make him scream in ecstasy and agony. The heat in his shuttered blue eyes contradicts the coolness of his mouth. Perfection slithers up his body, taking him whole.

“Wesley, my very own pet watcher.” That cockney accent softened by passion.

“A watcher who has his very own pet vampire. How odd.” Smiling down at his lover, Wes smiles. Sighs.

next pairing Giles/Oz

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

" What's the matter, bloke," he stresses the last word like an insult.

" Feeling guilty about the bird? No reason, you know."

Spike reaches for the lighter on the bedside table, lights his cigarette and exhales a flume into the darkness. Traces of the smoke float like ghosts through the stream of moonlight creeping in past the curtains.

" She's gone," he goes on.

" And the sooner you come to terms with that, the better. For all of us. Angel's going to need you with him for whatevers coming."

Wes shifts beneath the sheets, feeling very cold. He thinks he has not heard such encouraging words in- ever. Not from his own father...

But when Spike crushes out his cigarette, and leans over to press his lips hard against Wesley's again, the former Watcher feels himself die just a bit more inside.

(damn, you just beat me. -posts anyway-)

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Splitting the thread's perfectly fine: next pairing?

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

Wes/Connor/Faith?

Re: Drabble tag!

[kallysten.livejournal.com]

They move together, both as graceful in this act as they are when they hunt, oblivious to the Watcher. Wesley wants to look away, close the door again, leave them to their pleasure, but somehow he can’t seem to move. His gaze caresses where he wishes his hands could touch; his tongue runs over his lips, desperate to taste fevered flesh. His hands curl into fists as he wills himself to leave. One was his charge, the other as good as his own son, he shouldn’t…

A murmur, and two sets of eyes seek him. Invite him.

And Wesley falls.


--

William / Angelus

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

He’s not a complete innocent.

In the technical sense, possibly. But he’s been with Drusilla, and a woman’s body really was a total mystery. Being with a man - Angelus can say as many times as he likes that they’re outside of society’s laws but part of William is still shocked and thrilled at the notion - should be easier, he thinks. More familiar, at least.

It isn’t. Angelus is obviously no stranger to this and he takes his time. William, flying apart, clutches raggedly at anything he can catch.

The pain doesn’t surprise him. The pleasure he takes in it does.

--
Next: Buffy/Willow

Re: Drabble tag!

[kallysten.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, when no one is paying attention to her, Buffy observes Willow and Tara. The smiles, the fleeting touches, the complicity shared in each glance, each laugh. And she wonders, dreams, and reinvents the world.

It is night and she is back from patrol. Quiet as she enters, she doesn’t want to wake Willow. But Willow is awake, eyes wide open in the dark, watching Buffy, smiling. It’s not the first time. But it is the first time that, trembling a little for fear that she’ll be rejected – or that she won’t – Buffy steps toward a bed that isn’t hers.

--

Next: Spike / Illyria

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

She’s got a manner about her, a particular way of tipping her head and widening her eyes that gives him a twist of remembrance of Dru. And then she’ll knock him ten feet with one punch and he’ll think: nah. More like Buffy.

Illyria says she’s like nobody but herself.

Funny how he thinks of Fred less and less when he looks at her. Doesn’t smell anything like her, of course, and that’s a big part of it. Looks different, moves different. The sharp, cool taste of her’s probably different too, but he never kissed Fred, and he doesn’t know.

Next: Snyder

Re: Drabble tag!

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

Summers once suggested that he’d never had a date in his entire life. He didn’t bother to tell her that she was right, because he knew that she’d never understand.

He doesn’t socialize. He doesn’t schmooze. He doesn’t date. Not because he couldn’t make friends or acquaintances or girlfriends if he wanted them, but because equals are messy.

He orders teachers and staff around at school. He cringes before the Mayor and the City Council. He hires whores and gives them extra money to beg for it. He terrorizes students. He keeps his life neat and orderly.

He likes hierarchy.

Next up: Sid the Dummy

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

(-beat, but posts anyway-)

She is on her back, on the desk.

" Killed the white haired one first, did you? You don't seem so tough now, do you Blue?"

As he has his way with her, most of him still knows that she is stronger- in spite of the power that they have taken from her, she could still send him across the room with a swift kick. He wonders why she doesn't bother to.

He always imagined it would be Wesley who eventually bent to her desire to know the ways of physical love. But the bastard could be so stubborn.

His loss.

Spike can't help but grin a bit, imagining good old Head Boy's face when he tells him.

(Wesley/Gunn, maybe?)

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

He knows he shouldn't be doing this. Knows he should be thinking of Willow, of soft red hair and a smile that lights up the room. But he can't help it. He watches Giles's fingers caress the guitar strings and Oz wants them on him. Every note is perfect as it fills the air, and all Oz wants to do is drop to his knees. He shifts slightly, all too aware of the rest of the people in the coffee shop as his cock tries to burst out of his trousers. And Giles continues to sing, oblivious to Oz's need.

Next pairing: Wesley/Connor

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

“ You’re lovely.” He breathed, crushing his body against Connor’s. His hands ripped at the buttons of his shirt, pushing the soft material off of his shoulders and nipping at Connor’s skin.

Connor was startled, as he suddenly had to fight off the urge to sink his own teeth into Wesley’s shoulder. To bite down hard, maybe until he bled. The thought sent him into new heights of arousal. But he pushed it aside, not caring about whatever implications it might hold.

For now, this was enough. More then enough.

EDIT- Buffy/Faith during body-switch.

Buffy/Faith during body-switch.

[raskazzptitsa.livejournal.com]

Call it narcissistic, but Buffy likes how her skin looks covered in a sheen of sweat, almost shimmering as she grinds up against Faith’s body. She’s not okay with Faith taking her body for a ride literally, and Buffy using someone else’s fingers to touch herself is freaky. But those half-hooded green eyes are shooting her a look that’s all Faith, and Buffy can’t deny that makes her hot.

“God, I want you,” Faith moans. Buffy’s not sure if she’s talking to Buffy, or pretending it’s Buffy talking to her.

As Faith starts grinding harder, Buffy realizes she doesn’t care.

***

Next: Harmony/Lilah, AU Angel Season 5 where Lilah ain't dead

Lilah/Harmony

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Harmony is... refreshing. Like a pair of comfortable slippers after a day on high heels.

It was a simple move against Angel, who better than his secretary to betray him? Harmony had been a precious pawn in her hands, but the annoying girl wouldn’t follow the rules. She refused to grasp that she was low in the W&H food chain. Somehow she had won a half-permanent place in Lilah’s bed, done it without Lilah really noticing until it was done.

“Why?” she asks tonight.

Harmony giggles. “Osmosis.”

Lilah smiles, kisses the blonde and understands what she tried to say. Symbiosis.



Next: Drusilla/Spike, pre-series

Drusilla/Spike, pre-series

[raskazzptitsa.livejournal.com]

(Aww, love the Lilah/Harmony! Also, wish you could edit LJ comments, feh.)

Spike wasn’t sure he liked Italy. Their first time there was...a mess. This go-round, there was no Immortal, at least. But as it turned out, most folks wore crosses. Made it hard to eat without getting your lips seared off.

Dru’d gotten it into her head to crash some posh little party. Tossers, tossers everywhere, all pretension and snide looks. Spike would have told them all to go to hell, but neither he nor Dru had retained any Italian besides “Ciao.” So they settled for a bloody shower of violence.

As it turned out, crosses weren’t fashionable with this crowd.

***

Next: Buffy/Xander

Buffy/Xander

[hallucinogenia.livejournal.com]

Set during The Pack.


She manages not to think about it for all of four hours, through the search for the zookeeper...and then the fight with the zookeeper after he turns into Evil-Hyena-Guy.

When she gets home that night she can't hide from it any longer. Steps into the shower's boiling spray but can't wash away the memory of his hands on her wrists, her thighs, the weight of his body pressing her back against the vending machine.

The bruises from his rough, demanding fingers are gone, but her shoulders are still dotted with harsh bitemarks, and when she reaches down to touch herself she can still feel him inside.


Next: Holtz slashed with anyone

Re: holtz

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

When he looks at his son, he realizes for what feels like the first time just how old he is becoming. This place, Quor-toth, will be the death of him. But it doesn't matter. Not as long as Stephen is still breathing.

He's back now, fresh from the hunt, peeling the bloody clothing away from sweat-gleaming skin. He moves across the dirt-floor towards him.

"Daddy." He breathes.

Holtz wonders vaguely, as usual, if he will go to Hell for this. But when Stephen's lips press tenderly against his, he realizes it doesn't matter.

They're already in Hell.

(william, after killing mum)

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“Can I use your shower?”

Giles stared at the young man on his doorstep. It had been – four years? Five?
“Oz,” he said.

That got him a patient smile. “Hey.” His hair was dark blonde, black at the tips: what Giles had at first taken for gel now appeared to be some kind of demon intestines.

“What… shower, yes.”

Later, as the kettle boiled, Oz flipped quietly through Giles’s LPs. The silence was companiable, far different from the daunting noise-vacuum of an empty house.

“Can you stay?” Giles asked.

Oz nodded thoughtfully. “Have to. Too many of these to borrow.”

Next pairing: Dawn/Xander

Re: Drabble tag!

[kallysten.livejournal.com]

Dawn knows she is still a child in his eyes. She will always be, unless she proves him wrong. And so she tries. Make-up. Sexy clothes. Serious topics of conversations. Anything to show him that the kid he knew is long gone, left behind in Sunnydale along with the woman who wasn’t really Xander’s anymore.

But – and she admits herself it’s a bad pun – he doesn’t see.

Tired of waiting, she takes the matter in her own hands. Forgets subtlety and tries a direct approach. She goes to him when he knows he is alone, and without warning kisses him.


--

Next pairing: Spike/Angel + sunlight

Re: Drabble tag!

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Spike used to think about sunlight, long ago. Compared it to kisses and whispers of love. Angel never kisses like sunlight, not even now when he thinks he’s so close to achieving it.

Angel mouths some crazy, quickly forgotten words against his neck. Spike arches into Angel’s touch and looks beyond the window panels. It’s all in sky blues and whites, like he never thought he’d see the world again.

But it’s not real, sunlight can’t touch him.

As Angel’s fingers press against his hips and bruise the skin, Spike understands it isn’t the only absentee present in this room.


Next: Spike/Willow

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

" M-maybe you were just nervous?" She squirms back in the bed, against the wall.

" I'm sure it happens to vampires all the time."

Spike has his head in his hands. The pain slowly begins to recede. It has to have something to do with those bleeding army men...

Well, he can't have her blood, but he still needs something.

When he grabs her wrists and pulls her body against his, the chip doesn't react at all.

(Gwen/Gunn)

Gwen/Gunn

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Yo, electro-girl, you messing with me or didja really say what I think you just said?” Gunn stared at her, wondering if his hearing had gone wonky or if she really wanted to do what he hoped she really wanted to do. She did have LISA in place, so there was a possibility.

“Maybe,” She smirked, “Guess you’re gonna have to follow me home to find out.” She turned around and started walking down the street, knowing full well that he was following her. He had saved her life that night, and as such deserved a treat. So did she.

Next: Fred/Illyria

Fred/Illyria

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

On Matthew’s seventeenth birthday they rent a stack of tapes and put their money in together for some weed. Fred, she’s the expert, been smoking the stuff since junior high. She takes the first deep hit herself, lets go the smoke without coughing and lets herself float away like a helium balloon.

Washing her hands in the bathroom while the boys order pizza, the mirror looks wrong. The girl there is pretty, awful pretty, but her hair’s streaked with blue and she’s got eyes the same colour. Fred gives her reflection a fond kiss, and is disappointed she’s so cold.

Next: Dawn/Tara

Re: Fred/Illyria

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

Dawn had been thirteen when Willow started hanging around Tara all the time. And she wasn't stupid; she knew what was going on between them. She was just glad that Buffy was okay with her girl friends being with other girls. Really glad.

A few years later, Dawn wasn't sure Buffy would react the same way when she saw her and Tara together in the mornings. After all, Tara was lots older, and used to date Willow, and Buffy still wasn't comfortable with Dawn kissing anyone, adult Willow-dating witch or no...

But at least she couldn't play the lesbian card.


Next: Faith/Giles

dawn/tara

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

(-joining the illyria icon party-)

Dawn holds her knees to her chest tight. She tries to close her eys, but they stay stubbornly opened, not moving from that cold form across the floor from her. Not daring to move.

Last night, she had been sure she could hear love-noises coming from this room. Willow and Tara, together again. They're happiness had flowed from them in warm waves that Dawn, beneath her sheets, had wished she could drown in.

She wondered if she would ever have had the courage to touch that warmth, to ask if she could be a part of it.

Of course now, she will never get the chance.

(anything with skip)