the time reads weekend fun o'clock
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Same as any other one - but there's always a twist, right! - this time we are using the music of Glee as inspiration! That's almost 200 songs! You don't have to know Glee, or even like it, we're just using their catalog. Check it out: List of Glee Season 1 Songs, List of Glee Season 2 Songs
Any fandom. Any pairing. Any genre. Any rating. Crossovers. RPF. Have at it!
It goes a little something like this:
Prompts
Reply with a character/pairing and a prompt, using the title of a song from Glee (e.g. Star Trek, Jim/Joanna, "Don't Stand So Close To Me"/"Young Girl" or TBBT, Sheldon/Penny, "The Lady Is A Tramp" - feel free to include specific lyrics) and hopefully a kind soul will write you a fic.
Length
Drabbles, comment!fic, whatever you like. If you want to write something longer, please do. Just link back to your journal.
Authors
Respond to a prompt or write something of your own and post it in the comments.
Readers
Say nice things about the fics that have been written.
Everyone is welcome, so don't be shy to prompt and/or write something. Most importantly: HAVE FUN!
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Let the fun begin...
Date: 2010-11-12 05:59 pm (UTC)how long i have waited
Date: 2010-11-13 03:49 am (UTC)These are the things he lies awake at night thinking of. Of Bonnie. Her power, the secret of her weakness, the vampires she doesn't trust. He twists the ring around his finger, feels the weight of it, the - burden isn't the right word - responsibility of who he is. Feels the fear again of seeing her collapse.
She trusts him with her secret. He holds onto that. And waits.
Not that he sits around doing nothing as he waits.
He figure he's wooing her, actually. Getting her used to his company, to the idea of him as more than ancillary. And because he holds her secret, he becomes necessary to her. He tries to not be a total dick and take advantage, but it's difficult to spend so much time with Bonnie and not want more out of that time.
And then it happens. She's sitting cross-legged on his bed, and they're just talking. There's no spell, no immediate danger. They're hanging out, as friends.
She's thinking of him as Jeremy, not the little brother. He hears it in her honesty. Sees it in the curve of her lips, the relaxed slope of her shoulders.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he reaches for her. Cups the back of her neck with his right hand, tangles fingers into her hair, claims her mouth.
The whole world pauses, waiting for the verdict.
She reaches out - to hold him, pull him closer, not push him away - her lips open to him. It's sweet and hungry and so natural, it takes him by surprise when he finally pulls out of the kiss and they stay close, eyes open.
"Jer -"
"Shh. It's okay."
"I know. I know I'm okay with you."
"Good."
She smiles - the rare, genuine thing - and kisses him again. Together, they aren't alone.
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Date: 2010-11-12 06:09 pm (UTC)Fill: Truth be told I miss you and truth be told I'm lying.
Date: 2010-11-12 08:47 pm (UTC)She always ended their conversations like that. Whether they were close enough to earth for face to face conversations, or resorting to stolen texts in between his shifts, she always uttered those 3 words.
Leonard could never figure out if she meant them or not. Whether it was well worn phrase that no longer had meaning, or that every time her lips (or fingers) formed those words, she truly believed that her mother missed him.
The latter possibility stabbed his heart.
He never did for a second.
“Truth be told, I miss her too.”
The first time he had responded, he had honestly believed those words. He was still hurting at that point, the wound she had inflicted on him still bleeding enough that it was all he could feel. He’d translated that as longing.
He’d been wrong. It had taken him months to figure out it was a lie. Years later and the lie had become ritual. Something that created enough guilt to eat away at his heart like a slow acting acid. He lied to his daughter, that alone was despicable. But what was worse that he no longer knew how not to lie.
But he had to do it. Jo was too precious to allow lies to defile her. Even if those sins originated form her father. Especially if...
Once he had made that decision it became torture. Who was he to take hope from a young woman?
Her father.
When he had returned to earth after years away he knew she’d be there. When he felt his daughters’ arms engulf him he smiled shakily, drawing in a breath when she initiated the ritual she expected him to complete.
“Mom misses you.”
Pulling back a little he looked directly in her eyes.
“Truth be told I missed you honey.” He whispered voice heavy with emotion. “Just you.”
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Date: 2010-11-12 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-12 06:28 pm (UTC)This Lovely Ballad
Date: 2010-11-15 08:48 pm (UTC)They meet at a party. In Hollywood, that is usually how these things happen.
At somebody's mansion, high in the hills on a late August night, where the city is a vague, distant glow, and you can sort of see the stars - that is where they meet.
It is a mundane sort of thing - a mutual half-friend makes the introductions, they shake hands and look each other over and declare their pleasure in meeting the other and that is that.
A thousand tiny white lights have been thrown over the landscaping and around the pool, the better to obscure the stars and keep the focus where it should be - on the ground.
He tries, though, to see past and up to the sky. He is craning his neck, seeking out Orion - The Southern Cross is out of view in this hemisphere - but from the northern view, he's never quite sure what he's seeing. If he is being honest, he is a little weary of L.A. at the moment. Stars are people and the Milky Way is a chocolate bar - it's all upside down.
"Looking for something?" It's the woman in the silver dress, the not-an-actress-but-still-a-big-deal whose name he can't remember. He can remember the imagined look of her without the dress, but not her name. God, he's a terrible person.
"Not really. Never can see the stars in this town. Not properly."
"Something of a delightful irony, isn't it," she laughs.
"Don't tell anyone else, though, they might have your head."
"Don't worry about my head, I can take care of myself. Karl, right?"
"Yeah. Sorry, I - I forgot your name."
"Forgiven. You were distracted by the dress."
"Thank God it's dark out here, or else you'd see me blushing."
"Too bad. I think I'd like to see that."
"You still haven't told me your name."
"Now that I've got your full attention - it's Dani."
"I'll be sure to remember this time."
night breezes seem to whisper
He calls her, and it goes something like this:
"Dani, short for Daniella, it's Karl."
"I see you've cyberstalked me."
"Man invented Google for a reason."
"I'm looking at your IMDB page right now."
"Do I pass?"
"Oh, was this a test?"
"That's the impression I was under."
"Well, then. A gold star for you."
"I'll take a date instead."
"Oh, you will, will you?"
"You and me and a ridiculously sporty car and Highway 1. Whaddya say?"
"Sounds like a plan. Or the beginning of one."
"Oh, trust me, it is just the beginning."
birds singing in the sycamore tree
"I've been warned about you," she says, over wine and sandwiches and a picnic blanket.
"Warned?"
"It seems you have something of a reputation."
"For what exactly?"
"That's where it gets really - weird. Apparently you're a really nice guy. And something of a nerd."
"I prefer the term intellectual badass."
She falls back laughing and he follows her down. "Are you even real?" She touches a finger to his lips.
"I sure hope so."
"You feel real."
"What a relief. Now about that nice guy thing - "
linger 'til dawn
"Point well proven. You're not a nice guy at all." The deadpan delivery is ruined by a giggle as his fingers tease the bare skin just below her ribs.
"Somehow, I don't think you're complaining."
"Nope. Not a single complaint."
"Good." His mouth follows the path of his fingers, down, down. "But just in case you didn't quite get the point."
"Just in case," she agrees, twisting her fingers into his hair.
dream a little dream of me
They meet - again, much later - at a party.
The hostess introduces them - they've been very good at keeping it quiet - they shake hands, he undresses her with his eyes and cracks a joke about celestial bodies.
It is a memory, a promise, a secret written on her skin.
Everyone laughs.
Everyone goes their separate ways. And that is the way it goes in Hollywood.
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Date: 2010-11-12 08:52 pm (UTC)will you stay?
Date: 2010-11-12 11:50 pm (UTC)Not that Christopher Pike would ever say any of these things. Not that she wanted him to. It wasn’t like that.
“No—“ Christine starts to answer, but finds herself beneath him again, his lips firm and resolute, giving her a reason to want to stay. Her resolve to gather her cadet reds scattered around the room and make a midnight not-so-shameful walk of shame across the quad is slowly weakening, especially as his knee spreads her legs and his chest rubs against her now-tight nipples. She’s barely caught her breath from the sudden sensory overload of hot male skin when he’s inside her and thrusting leisurely, his hands gathered in her hair.
“Not giving me a choice, huh, Captain?” she asks wryly, wrapping her legs around his hips so that he goes even deeper and they both gasp. She grips his upper arms so hard the skin must be bruising, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Not now. You’re welcome to—yes, hold on tight sweetheart, just like that—take off afterwards—do your thing.”
She smiles against his neck wondering what his idea of her thing is—frothy pink drinks at the bar with the girls, studying late into the night with her fellow med-track cadets, or catching another man’s eye and wriggling her way into his bed? She’s not brave enough to ask as it opens a whole new level of how to define what they’re doing here.
But the hands on her, the cock thrusting deep inside, the euphoric feeling good sex gives, hell, even the cuddling—these she can handle. These she can want.
“I’ll stay, she whispers later, her head on his chest hearing the thundering heartbeat. For now.
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Date: 2010-11-12 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-12 09:12 pm (UTC)Fill: How do you know?
Date: 2010-11-12 09:52 pm (UTC)“Don’t you know what it feels like for a woman?!”
It had left them in stunned silence when she’d said it.
Though, Said was the wrong word. Scalded. Yelled, screamed as she stormed away, running after her friend, whom Kirk had just angered with one of his spectacularly insensitive remarks that he had now become infamous for.
So here they were. The stupid dolt of a captain, and his CMO. Sat in an uneasy silence, both a little too afraid to break the deafening noise that they could have sworn was Christine Chapel’s echo.
“You’ve gone and done it now.” McCoy spoke quietly, an edge to his voice as he shook his head, as if clearing it. “You get Christine angry and it’s like provoking a mamma bear.”
Kirk looked genuinely confused, running a hand lazily through his hair. “But I didn’t do anything to her.”
Holding back a little McCoy rolled his eyes and moved to hit his friend, who avoided the blow expertly. “Rand is her friend. People tend to be protective of their friends.”
“Women. You mean women tend to be overprotective of their friends.”
“Oh that’s a whole can of poison worms I already opened during my marriage and forced shut during the divorce. You won’t see me going near that again. I learned from my mistakes. Unlike you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Heaving a sigh McCoy stood up and walked over to where the captain kept his best alcohol and poured himself a healthy dose of his best quality bourbon that Bones forced him to keep for emergencies.
“What it means is that Christine just gave you her patented tongue lashing that is normally reserved for me when I’m being an ass, and you’re sat here just as clueless as you were before. Good lord. No wonder you go through them like there’s no tomorrow. Once they realise how you view them they run like hell. Sensible course of action if you ask me.”
Blinking as if trying to clear his sight, Kirk furrowed his brow. “Well..what was I meant to learn?”
Sitting down again Bones leaned forward, patting his friend on the arm.
“Just try and place yourself in their shoes for a little while. Feel what they feel.”
Breaking out in a grin Kirk placed his hands in front of his body “You know I’ve always wondered what it would be like to...”
Not holding back this time McCoy actually managed to cuff Kirk across the head, hard enough to make him hiss.
“Good god man. Get a grip.”
Continuing while ignoring his friends protests Leonard was determined to say his piece.
“These women on our ship are more than just a pair of breasts or a piece of ass. Sure they’ve got the bodies, and the looks, and they can wear those tight little dresses that make us go insane... But what makes them wonderful, perfect even is that they are so strong that they don’t even know it. It’s all hidden deep inside, right where they need it, away from harm.
They have to work harder for everything they get. You know that even today there are still bigoted men out there that see them as lesser than men. They have to live with that knowledge every day, and they never show it in front of us, but it gets to them. Sometimes they cry when they think we’re not looking.”
Leonard looked up; unaware that he’d began to speak into his drink, lost in thought.
He was a little shocked to find that Jim had been riveted, his eyes wide like a revelation had occurred.
“How do you know that?”
“Different sort of experience to you.”
“Do you think I made Janice cry?”
Bones offered him one of his patented ‘no shit’ stared and that was all Jim needed before he was out his seat and out of the door.
Finishing off his drink McCoy left also, but headed in a different direction. Papa bear needed to assure mamma bear that all would be well with the cubs.
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Date: 2010-11-12 09:13 pm (UTC)Only the Good Die Young
Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
aw But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
or
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
aw But that never hurt no one
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Date: 2010-11-12 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-12 11:09 pm (UTC)I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and all your love is revenge
You an me could write a bad romance
baby, it's sick
Date: 2010-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)It brings her close to nausea, the way he placates everyone with sweet, goofy smiles, the way he leans too close to a fan as she holds up her camera awkwardly to take a crooked photograph. His shy grin and his eyes cast downward as he laughs off compliments. The tender shine in his eyes as he speaks of his family. It makes her laugh a little harder at other men’s jokes, brush her fingers along strangers’ lapels, lift the hem of her skirt a bit higher. They all want something to look at, after all, even him. Especially him.
She’ll give him something to look at.
It’s this part she loves: the blunt edge of a mahogany desk battering the backs of her thighs as he grips her slender forearms in tight fists, a radiating pain that will leave its mark for days in black and blue. His exposed throat, flushed pink from his Adam’s apple down to his chest, all the skin she can see with half of his shirt buttons undone. His imperfect teeth, gleaming like knives.
“You think I don’t know this is how you want it?” he growls. “You think you need to tease me?”
This, she thinks, is love: his cock sliding in and out of her like harsh torment, his pace slowing when she needs it faster, the sharpest angles when she least expects it. Her back bowed and aching as he forces her down to the unforgiving wood, pushes the lace of her bra down and away, greedily sucking the freed flesh. He heel caught on the back of his knee, manicured nails scratching trails of red over his shoulders. This is all she needs, all she ever wants from him.
“You fucking love it, John,” she hisses.
And when he lifts his head, pulls her head back by her hair, the wicked gleam in his eyes tells her she’s right—the rakish grin of gratitude for this freedom. She dies a thousand times over for that look on his face, twists and screams for it. He pulls her up by her wrists until their lips are inches apart, wet and gasping.
They can both pretend it’s revenge.
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Date: 2010-11-13 12:03 am (UTC)*Filled* - Laced in my DNA
Date: 2010-11-13 03:11 am (UTC)That’s Jim, the disease for which there is no cure.
She loses herself in her studies; forgetting his crystal blue eyes and cherry red lips, with the touch and taste of her chosen copper blooded lover.
Resistance is futile.
It’s the nights she hears him nipping and teasing the clit of her friend in the next bed that her fingers slips between her folds and she tumbles into a blinding orgasm that threatens to release her from the sanity she values. She swears that there’s something different in his swagger when their eyes next meet. A knowing smirk graces the lips she desires to feel at the base of her neck, small of her back, and swell beneath her behind.
“Kiss me here.”
She says to the man with the chocolate brown eyes. He complies pressing his mouth to the unblemished skin covering the column of her spine.
Nothing…
Her lids lift and her eyes roll to the back of her head, “Again.” She whispers softly, allowing her mind to play tricks on her body.
There’s only one cure for the cancer that has seeped into the marrow of her bones.
Nyota speaks no words when finger presses the button to pause the lift. Her eyes do not drift from his as she slips a hand beneath the golden tunic lining his frame. She doesn’t miss the glint of desire that passes across the pupils boring holes into her skin. The breath that slips from his lips before his tongue traces the perfect of her lips creates a chemical reaction that she’s sure to enjoy.
Jim’s toxic, but in that moment, when he pulls her closer, nips at her chin, and grinds the hardness straining his pants against her thigh, Nyota knows that she’s invaded his system and taken total control.
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Date: 2010-11-13 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 10:03 pm (UTC)Then he met the Enterprise. From that very first moment he saw her half dressed in the cornfields of Iwoa, she became his religion.
At one point he had an unshakable faith in her. Knowing she could get him out of any sticky situation, take him from world to world, show him wonder after wonder and make his dreams come true.
Then he met his best friends daughter.
He can't say it was the best first impression he'd ever made.
Lets just say a tour of Leonard McCoys family home lead to snake bites, a swolen captain who cried like a baby, and an angel who nursed him with a temper she had obviously inherrited from her father.
After than he couldn't stop thinking about her.
The second time he met her was a reception held at star fleet HQ for the enterprise crew and their families.
He would have liked to think he could make a better impression this time, in his dress uniform, no puss-filled wounds, and no embarrassing wimp like behaviour.
He was ready to make his move. Her father was too confused by his head nurses red lacy number to take too much notice and it was as safe as it got. She was there in corner laughing at...something. He didn't notice who, he didn't care.
Only she mattered.
For a brief moment there was perfection. She turned and met his gaze, her eyes lighting up as she took a step towards him. The distance between them seemed like nothing, and he knew he would do anything to cross it.
He mouthed secret words to her, and watched with mixed horror as a blush crept accross her face. Perhaps he had said too much, but in his heart it hadn't been enough.
For a moment he'd thought he'd seen her feel what he felt, want what he wanted. for the chance to make it real he knew he'd be willing to loose anything.
His heart in his mouth she watched as she began to walk, no. Glide towards him like the angel she was.
The closer she got, the more he found he was willing to give up.
His health. No way Leoanrd would ever lay a finger on him again if Jim touched his daughter in anyway other than platonic. A healing finger anyway.
His friendships. No one would understand. No one would aprove.
Didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
At least untill a hand was placed on his shoulder. Cold, hard, unyeilding. He knew it was his goddess calling him home. He was allowed no divine beings other than her.
Turning he looked at spock with a little more emotion than he would have liked to display, a silent question directed at his first officer.
"There is a problem on the enterprise, your presence is required."
"of course it is." he spoke dryly, sounding more than a little peeved.
Closing his eyes he attempted to hide his inner battle as he decided just how much he was willing to loose, how much he could afford to loose.
Spinning on the spot he made his decision, with a grin on his face.
Opening his eyes his grin faded. She was no longer there, gliding towards him, but had been pulled to earth, snagged by her father, who was now in animated conversation with her. She didn't even look up in Jims direction.
His heart broke in countless pieces as he realised what she had changed within him.
He had forsaken his Enterprise, in thought if not action, and his punishment was to find that he had done it for a dream that could never be.
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Date: 2010-11-13 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 07:11 pm (UTC)Star trek XI, Kirk/Uhura, Bust a move
"Ok smarty, go to a party,
Girls are scantly clad and showing body,
a chick walks by, you wish you could sex her,
but you stand by the wall like you was poindexter"
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Date: 2010-11-14 07:07 pm (UTC)Pavel/Joanna- every rose has its thorn
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