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[urbancate]

IT'S COMMENT!FIC MEME TIME!



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!

Comments

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

Kirk/Uhura, Toxic

baby, it's sick

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

She’s the only one who knows what a bastard he can be.

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.

Re: baby, it's sick

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

Oh, the violence and passion all mixed up in one messy package! Love it!

Re: will you stay?

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thanks. :)

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

Chekov/Sulu or Kirk/Sulu - Free Your Mind (and the rest will follow)

Re: Fill: Truth be told I miss you and truth be told I'm lying.

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

This is such a beautiful portrait of McCoy the father - trying, making mistakes, getting it right.

Re: Fill: How do you know?

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

Papa bear needed to assure mamma bear that all would be well with the cubs. THIS. The wealth of world-building in one little sentence. Makes my McCoy/Chapel shipper heart happy.

Re: baby, it's sick

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

GAH. All that gorgeous angsty sexy need and passion and hate - the sides of the coin twisted around each other. I love this.

Re: will you stay?

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

Oh, gosh, this is so terribly sexy. The third paragraph alone is steamy beyond belief. Fantastic!

*Filled* - Laced in my DNA

[djkiwi2576.livejournal.com]

There are strings, synthesizers, and the repetitive beat of an electronic drum when he enters a room; her skin beads with sweat in his presence and the pace of her heart increases. It’s been this way since Uhura met Jim. Despite this she refuses to yield to his charms. Her face is a pillar of stone but the moisture pools between her legs. She lets the feeling overtake her, like a toxin merging with her cells becoming an integral piece of her DNA.

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.

Re: baby, it's sick

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

Thank you! They're all so sweet, it's fun to see another side of them. ;) So glad you liked it!

Re: baby, it's sick

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly! xo!

how long i have waited

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

"But you're Elena's brother," she says, and he hears the unspoken little in there. Something in him itches to prove her wrong, to show her what she already knows: faced with death and horror and impossibilities and secrets, they are all older than they should be. He's not just Elena's little brother. He's a Gilbert man.

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.

Re: how long i have waited

[djkiwi2576.livejournal.com]

Oh its so pretty and perfect. They are my new favorite TVD ship. And you captured so much of what I love...insecurity and uncertainty. Thank you :)

Re: will you stay?

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked!

Re: *Filled* - Laced in my DNA

[withthepilot.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, YES. I can't blame Nyota for getting addicted to that. ;D Sizzling, my dear!

Re: Fill: Truth be told I miss you and truth be told I'm lying.

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you :D glad you enjoyed it

Re: will you stay?

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

*loves you.*

That was fantastic :D and very hot.

Re: Fill: How do you know?

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

:D I had to fit McChapel in there somewhere ;)

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

Star trek XI, Uhura/Spock, True colours

[sleepygoof8784.livejournal.com]

I want to do this so powerfully bad, but it might take me some time, lots of time. So someone else should fill it lol.

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

Hee- i was listening to the glee soundtrack in the car and thought "that's perfect." I don't mind you taking time over it :P

[hypatia-82.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Jim/Joanna, "Losing My Religion"

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

Star trek XI, Kirk/Anyone, Maybe this time

[helly-uk.livejournal.com]

(sorry, I know i've made alot of prompts- but i couldn't help this one)

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"