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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.

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Miss Calendar. coffee.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Miss Calendar sighed, feeling deeply disappointed in herself.

Outwardly, she projected a cool exterior, adept with slinging knowledge of pop culture and the latest breaking news while still having ties to the occult underground and techno-pagan lifestyle. Inwardly though, there was a side of herself no one knew. Janna Kalderash, a Romany gypsy sent to make sure Angel still suffered her tribe’s curse.

She had wanted to tell Rupert the truth when they went out for coffee that night, but once again she had failed. Maybe there would be another chance to tell him after Buffy’s birthday party next week.

Next: Dawn & Angel

Re: Miss Calendar. coffee.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

It wasn’t until he said he was sorry that she really started to cry, because that was when she knew he wasn’t Angelus at all.

“Shh, Dawn,” Angel said, big, clumsy hands patting her shoulders, and she tried to squirm away but the ropes were too tight. “I’m sorry,” he said, “God, I’m so sorry it had to come to this, but… Connor’s just a baby, and there’s no other way to open the portal.”

“Buffy’s gonna kill you.”

“My son’s all that matters,” he said, and she closed her eyes so she didn’t have to look at the knife.

Next: Fred/Harmony

Re: Miss Calendar. coffee.

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

Ooh. I like this game.


Harmony's sure she likes boys, or at least she did when she was human.

But Harmony's not stupid, no matter what they say, and she's read enough books and seen enough movies to totally get that vampires are inherently bisexual.

So when Fred asks her out for drinks, how can she say no? After all, Fred's cute, and her first lesbian experience might as well be with someone pretty, you know?

And Fred is smart and funny and damn near perfect, for a girl.

Harmony's still pretty sure she's straight. Except that she really wants to be kissing Fred again.


Next: Lilah/Dawn

Re: Miss Calendar. coffee.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Dawn isn’t prejudiced against dead people. Hey, when she was a teenager, some of her best friends were dead. And most of the time Lilah’s a pretty good boss, for a snarky, evil, dead woman. She’s funny, and hot, and gets into the best parties, and once Dawn gets over her nineteen-year-old-rebellion-temping-in-hell thing maybe she can write Everything I Needed to Know About Being a Stone Cold Fox I Learned From Lilah Morgan.

For now, though, she just keeps her elbows on the desk and says “ow!” at each hard slap. But she remembers to say thank you, every time.

Next: Anya/Oz

Re: Miss Calendar. coffee.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

He’s growing restless. He tries to hide it, treat it like a flu. But Anya hasn’t been a demon for nothing and she recognises what unfulfilled murderous tendencies look like.

“Why?” She is curious and has to know. Talking about her past deeds makes Anya feel better, how does Oz cope?

He smiles bitterly. “I can’t let it win.”

“One day it will.” Anya frowns. “You are only human.”

Oz shakes his head and shrugs. “I know.”

Anya feels something like sadness when she watches him leave. Maybe he is the first male she’s not pleased to see so defeated.


Next: Lilah/Wesley

Lilah/Wesley

[raskazzptitsa.livejournal.com]

Lilah’s pressed against a parking garage pillar, heels tucked into the grill of Wesley’s car.

“Don’t you dare,” she mutters as he goes to rip off her $120 silk bra.

He dares. Skritch.

Her heel slips, scraping a chunk of paint off the car’s hood.

The matching $80 silk underwear suffers the same fate as the bra.

When Lilah comes, she sets off several car alarms, then glares at Wesley and stalks off.

He shows up the next night with ice cream as an apology.

“How cliché,” she says, eyebrows raised.

Wesley smiles. “Only if you plan on eating it.”

***
(Hm, I looked at the s100 this week for inspiration...maybe I should actually, like, post it there, heh.)

Next: Buffy/Cordelia

Buffy/Cordelia

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

*purrs* I love you. I have NO idea where this drabble came from.



Cordelia never breaths a word, content at having her share of virgin Slayer. Buffy just likes to see the prom queen on her knees.

She has no fear of cheating her boyfriend, he practically devours every detail she can remember. Buffy swears it turns him on better than anything else. She even offered to film everything, but Angel prefers her words over the cold images.

So Buffy tells him about caressing Cordelia lazily under her expensive panties and how the princess breathes senseless words when she comes.

The memories make her as hot and hungry as the story makes him.



Next: Xander, Willow, Jesse

Xander/Willow/Jesse

[mefnord.livejournal.com]

„So, Threesome it is tonight, ey?” Jesse leered at Xander as he watched Willow’s face turn bright red.

Xander laughed, “Will, it’s the movie.”

“Although, if you’d prefer the more literal meaning –“

“No, no – no literacy here. Movie. Movie is good.”

*

“Guys? That was an R, wasn’t it?”

The three sat on Willow’s bed and looked a little uncomfortable.

“We are 14.”

“So?” Xander played tough.

“So, I thought that was really hot,” Jesse said, smiled at Xander and slowly stroked Willow’s thigh.

Xander hesitated for a second, then he placed a kiss on her sweet, innocent mouth.

Buffy/Cordelia

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

Cordelia likes it best in public. She pushes Buffy against walls all over Sunnydale, sliding her tongue down the Slayer's surprisingly fragile neck and feeling Buffy gasp into her hair, those strong hands tightening around Cordelia's waist.

Cordelia keeps her eyes open, waiting for Xander to walk by. She'll close them when he does, and that's when she'll hook her fingers into Buffy's pants and have Buffy throw her head back against the wall, hard, so Xander can see the flushed face of the girl he'll never touch and realise, finally, that Cordelia outclasses him.

Eventually, she forgets her vigil.

Next: Cordelia/Fred