trancifer: Ripped off from sariandra who ripped it

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trancifer) wrote,
@ 2006-02-28 22:05:00

Ripped off from

sariandra who ripped it from

the_rocklobster.

If your birthday falls on or between the months of January & June: pick a word starting with the letter O, along with a ship/fandom (any genre and/or rpg if you so desire) and reply.

If your birthday falls on or between the months of July & December: pick a word starting with the letter F, along with a ship/fandom (any genre and/or rpg if you so desire) and reply.

You are garanteed a drabble - but if I'm inspired, I'll write more.

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	lyndalynn 2006-03-01 04:41 am UTC (link)
	opal Smallville Chloe/Lex /random (Reply to this) (Thread)

trancifer
2006-03-01 07:12 am UTC (link)

It was an heirloom. An opal necklace that had belonged to his mother and her mother before that and so on. Anything that had belonged to his mother was more than important to Lex. Most of it meant more to him than his fortune. More to him than Lex Corp or trying to out do his father.

As he looked down at the opal in his hand he knew. The fact alone that he'd even considered giving something like this away just sealed the deal even more.

"Lex?" The voice came questioning from down the hall and he lifted his head, shaken out of his thoughts.

"I'm in the study." He called back, hardly loud enough to be heard. The door opened then and Lex lifted his head to watch as she walked in. Her stomach was swollen with life and she practically glowed.

Chloe.

Barefoot and pregnant was not where she'd ever imagined herself. No, she'd assumed marvelous things. A reporter at the Daily Planet at the very least. But here she was, still in Smallville. Unmarried and expecting. And for once in her life not pining over Clark.

She approached Lex from behind, letting her hands come to a rest on his shoulder before sliding a little ways down onto his chest.
"Hello, Handsome." She said, leaning down so that her blonde hair brushed his neck as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Hello, beautiful." He replied, tilting his head to the side so he could take a look at her. For a moment he just watched her, his eyes on hers as she stood there with a smile on her face. This was it, he knew. This was where he wanted to be. With her, and happy.

"I have something for you, something I want to give you."

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	lyndalynn 2006-03-02 02:56 am UTC (link)
	I loves you! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	the_rocklobster 2006-03-01 07:21 am UTC (link)
	frottage. :D tom/zoey. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	trancifer 2006-03-01 07:29 am UTC (link)
	what is it with you and Tom/zoey? PICK SOMEONE ELSE HO! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	the_rocklobster 2006-03-01 07:31 am UTC (link)
	I AM ON A TOM/ZOEY ROLL BE NICE WHORE. Fine. ahahahahahaa IZZY AND SEBASTIAN. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TAKE THAT BITCHFACE. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

trancifer
2006-03-01 08:32 am UTC (link)

There weren't many people in Winter River that Sebastian Hawthorne could tolerate and Elizabeth Hogan was certainly not one of them. Especially not when she was galavanting around with that boy who thought he was a pirate or some other ridiculous notion that Sebastian could not wrap his head around. So on this particular day as he emerged from the teachers lounge with his coffee in hand he was none too pleased to see them both.

It wasn't just that they were together, but it was more the fact that they were practically dry humping against her locker. With a look of disgust he suddenly lost all went to ingest anything, coffee included, so he ditched the mug into the trash and made his way towards them.

"Excuse me." He said. "Sorry to interrupt your public display of affection, but I think you both need to come with me." That said Sebastian marched them to the office where he promptly filled out detention forms for the each of them. In the space marked reason: he wrote one simple word.

Frottage.

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	the_rocklobster 2006-03-01 08:43 am UTC (link)
	ahahahahahahah you're such a CHEATERRRR. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	trancifer 2006-03-01 09:21 am UTC (link)
	psh, whatev! you didn't say that it had to be izzy and sebastian dry humping! just that it was izzy and sebastian and at some point dry humping had tot ake place between someone!! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	junipersgame 2006-03-01 08:27 pm UTC (link)
	Fuck. Rachel Morgan series (Dead Witch Walking, etc.) Ivy/Kisten. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	trancifer 2006-03-01 10:38 pm UTC (link)
	i'm like half way through the first book and I don't know who kisten is yet so.... that might be real hard. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	junipersgame 2006-03-02 01:55 am UTC (link)
	Hm... That would make it difficult, wouldn't it? lol Same word as before, but the fandom is... Anita Blake. Pairing is Richard and any female other than Anita Blake, lol. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

trancifer
2006-03-02 07:23 am UTC (link)

On more than one occasion Richard regretted ever suggesting that they form a triumvirate but now that it was forged there wasn’t any taking it back. Despite playing lapdog to Jean-Claude and bitch boy to Anita, he supposed that this connection did have a few perks. For starters, the connection really showed everyone’s true colors for what they really were. He’d always known that there was something just a little too perfect about Anita and now her flaws were more than showing. It was another one of those nights, those emergencies where she needed to feed the ‘ardeur’. Something that Richard knew did exist, but something that he also knew she exploited and used as an excuse to fuck anyone and everyone in her path. So when he was called he came but begrudgingly and without a smile. He found himself standing in the small lounge just through the first set of curtains in the basement of the Circus of the Damned. The usual suspects had come out of the woodwork. Jason was sitting at Jean-Claude’s feet, Asher was standing beside Anita who was curled up on the couch with Micah and Nathaniel. Richard stayed on the other side of the room with his arms folded over his broad chest and he stared at them with a bit of disgust on his face.

“Don’t look at me that way, Richard.” Anita said, her voice coming out like nails on a chalkboard, making his shoulders tense and his brow furrow.
“What way might that be, Anita.” Her name came out of his mouth dripping with contempt and disdain and he readily noted the look of hurt behind those dark eyes he’d once found so enchanting.
“Like you think that I’m a whore.” It was something she’d gotten more defensive about. It was her way to take out her own insecurities on everyone.
“You said it. Not me.” His words brought a pout to her face and a smirk to one or two of the men at her sides, though she never saw it.
“I told you, ma petite. Monsieur Zeeman would not be interested in us tonight.” Or any night went left unsaid. Richard wanted to point out to Jean-Claude after his comment that Anita didn’t listen to anything anyone said to her. He wanted to tell the vampire just to give up, it was easier. But instead he kept his mouth shut.
“I just thought...” Anita started, not finishing her sentence so Richard finished it for her.
“You just thought that you’d call me up and use me as your toy and cast me to the side. That’s not the way that it’s going to work anymore. I loved you once and you threw it in my face. I’m not going to sit by and watch you fuck everything near you that moves while you only call me when it’s convenient.” His words were harsh and he knew it but they rang true and not a person in that room could disagree.

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trancifer
2006-03-02 07:23 am UTC (link)

Soft laughter came from the corner of the room behind him and Richard looked over his shoulder to see who he had amused with his comment. The vampire came out of the shadows like she had materialized inside of them and with a swagger to her swollen hips sauntered over to him. Meng Die wasn’t something that had ever registered on his radar before but as she neared him Richard drank in her appearance, from her small perky breasts past her slender waist to the width of her hips.
“What seems to be so amusing, Meng Die?” Jean Claude asked, knowing that the vampire could potentially pick a fight with Anita and then they’d all be hearing about it for days.
“The fact that Richard hates her almost as much as I do.” The words poured from her mouth like silk and they made Richard smile a little bit. “But what is funnier is that it’s her fault and she just can’t seem to see it.” The petite little vampire walked around in front of Richard and ran her hand down his chest playfully. “You aren’t the only one who thinks she’s a whore.” Meng Die laughed again and turned her back to Richard, throwing a seductive look over her shoulder. It was all a show, he knew. One for Anita because the vampire hated her.
“Perhaps you should leave, Meng Die, this isn’t anything that concerns you.” Jean Claude’s voice was level though there was an air of authority behind it. One that only ever came out if someone was insulting his girlfriend. The Master of the City was growing just as spineless as he’d once been in Anita’s hands. The difference was Richard had gotten sick of it and the sex just hadn’t been good enough for him to stick around.
“I’ll leave if he leaves with me.” She said, throwing a look back over at Richard.
“Fat chance. Richard doesn’t sleep with monsters.” Anita threw out, thinking that she was completely right.
“I slept with you.” And with that Richard stepped forward and slung his arm around Meng Die’s waist, pulling the tiny vampire up against his chest. “Let’s get out of here.” Honestly, while he was attracted to her, Richard wasn’t that interested in the vampire. He was more interested in doing to Anita what she had done to him and that was fucking around with someone else right in front of her face.

As they made their way to the stairs he cast one look back at the group behind them. Anita looked red in the face almost as if she were going to cry and Asher looked amused, along with Jason. The other three just looked shocked and perhaps a little bit upset at the fact that they were going to have to make up for what Richard had said and done. A smile crossed his face then and he took Meng Die upstairs towards his truck.

The front seat of the beat up old pick up was a bench seat and as she climbed in he climbed in behind her, not planning on taking her anywhere but having her there. He was already hard as he shoved her little leather skirt up around her hips. This wasn’t going to change the way that things were going in his life. It wasn’t going to change the fact that Anita was a whore, Jean Claude was an idiot and that he was bound to them eternally. But a good quick fuck with hot little number in the front of his truck certainly was going to make him feel at least a little better. Especially because Anita knew about it and knew it was happening right at that moment. A smile came to his mouth at that thought as he ripped off Meng Die’s panties and pressed a crushing kiss to her lips. Yeah this was just what he needed.

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	spirk4life 2006-03-02 01:17 am UTC (link)
	Overconfident Sadie/Tim Gotham City (Reply to this) (Thread)

trancifer
2006-03-02 07:54 am UTC (link)

The night had fallen on Gotham City and like every night Tim Drake was dressed in his mask and cap, patroling the city for any criminals or villians that terrorized it's citizens. He stood on the edge of the building, the yellow cape draped around his shoulders so that his body was hidden beneath it. It was something he was imitating from Batman even though he'd never admit that is where he got it from.

For several minutes there was no activity and then something flashed out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head in time to see her, standing there in that green dinner jacket with tails and those purple tights. Sadie's hair was green, a color he thought looked horrible on her, especially against her pale white skin.
"Well if it isn't little Robin. Robin redbreast in a cage." She giggled, twirling her cane around in her gloved hand. "Puts all Heaven in a Rage." There were more giggles following it as she lifted a hand to cover her crimson lips.

"Sadie..." Tim stepped away from the edge of the roof, walking towards her. "It's me, it's your Tim." He was trying to reason with her. Trying to make her remember the way it was before everything had happened. Before she'd turned into... whatever it was that she was now.

For a second her face faltered and her brow furrowed.
"Tim?" She said, her voice coming out meek and scared. With that recognition he rushed forward, thinking that she had come back to him. When he was within arms reach she smacked him upside the head with the cane, letting the end crack against his skull. When he fell she hit him again, this time across the back in order to keep him down.

"Overconfident little Robin... did you think that you alone could fix me?" She hit him again, giggling to herself as she kicked him with one high heel clad foot. Sadie was about to hit him once more for good measure when she saw the shadow fall upon her and she turned to see the bat descending upon the roof. She stepped over Tim and walked towards the edge, letting the boy lay between her and the Dark Knight.

"I'll get him eventually, mark my words. There will be a time when you aren't there to save him." And with that Sadie dropped over the edge, escaping onto the fire escape and leaving Tim to be saved by the Batman.

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	sariandra 2006-03-02 03:31 am UTC (link)
	Flowering (Emily/Lucas) Fabrication (Emily/Lucas) Forever (Kelsey/Victor) You can pick any two, or all three. (Reply to this) (Thread)

trancifer
2006-03-02 08:11 am UTC (link)

Black silk sheets wrapped around their bodies as he held her tightly in his arms. Victor was certain that he must have done something right in his former life to deserve this. To deserve her. Absently his fingers stroked up and down her arm, rubbing in a slow circular motion. Nothing had ever felt so right or so perfect to him before. And then he met Kelsey and everything changed.

Her breath was light and warm against his chest and coming slow enough that he knew she was sleeping. Victor too should have been asleep but he couldn't stop thinking about how things were and how they were going to be from now on.

When her breath changed and she started to shift Victor stilled his hand and he did his best not to wake her any more than he had.
"Victor?" she asked in a tired voice, her head lifting just a little.

"Yes, doll?" he answered her, smoothing his hand down her back as he looked down into her eyes.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" It was late, Kelsey knew it was still late.

"I was just thinking. Thinking about us." He leaned his head down far enough to kiss her forehead and then her lips.

"What about us, baby?" Kelsey's voice was just a little groggy and he could tell that she was ready to go back to sleep just as soon as he would let her.

"I was thinking that I want to be with you forever. Like this." Victor knew it was cheesy and knew that he probably sounded cliche and lame, but he couldn't help himself.

"Forever?" Kelsey smiled. "I think I could get used to that. And forever can start just as soon as we both get some sleep." Her head lowered back to his chest and she pressed a kiss over his heart. Victor couldn't help but smile as his hand started stroking over her back again. As she fell back asleep he couldn't stop smiling and he couldn't stop thinking about Forever.

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trancifer
2006-03-02 08:45 am UTC (link)

Celebrity suited Lucas less than it did most people in his position.

A lot of people got off on the fact that they were famous and millions of fans adored and worshiped them. To Lucas it was almost creepy the way that they followed him around or threw themselves at him. Then again he was never someone to turn down a fan whether it was for an autograph a picture or... something else.

There weren’t many places Lucas could go without being hounded by at least one fan and fewer places still where he wasn’t recognized by someone or everyone in the room. Being in Winter River didn’t change it but perhaps made it worse given the controversy surrounding the towns most prestigious family. It was hard to walk from his dorm to class in the morning without having his picture taken or a microphone shoved in his face as reporters asked the same questions day in and day out.

Lucas what is it like to go to high school for the first time?
Lucas do you know Tim Halstead?
Lucas what do you think of your recent Academy Award nomination?
Lucas are you considering picking up another script while you are here?
Lucas, Lucas can you give me a statement about anything at all?

And like every morning he just kept his head down and walked right to the building where his classes were, passing through the doors and enjoying the barrier they created between him and the press. More often than not he kept his head down in the hallway as well, ignoring the giggles he got from the girls or the glares he got from the guys just because he was who he was. On top of that there was the guilt that some of the press that had followed him there were harassing the Vintage High students. Like those kids didn’t already have it bad enough without having their tragedies rubbed in their faces every chance some story hungry bitch could get her hands on one of them.

Constantly, even here, it felt as though Lucas were under water, being pulled further down with no hope of coming up for air. He was drowning in his fame and he hated the feeling.

But then there was her. Emily Preston. A breath of fresh air.

At first she’d hated him and that only made him want to get to know her. Emily didn’t go all googly eyed at the fact that he had starred in big Hollywood films and she didn’t give a crap that he knew all the right directors and had all the good connections. She saw him for who he was and nothing more and judged him just for that as well. Maybe that was why he was so comfortable around her. Why it was so easy for him to be himself when it was just the two of them together.

She was his friend and he liked that. Their relationship had certainly started out small but it was flowering into something so much bigger, so much more complex. Any more she was the only reason he even continued to go to Winter River Prep. He just could only hope that she felt the same way about him that he did about her.

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trancifer
2006-03-02 09:09 am UTC (link)

“You are just a fabrication.” She says as she slides into his lap and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders. “To everyone but me you are fake.” Emily’s long blonde hair slides over her shoulders as she leans forward to brush her lips across his. His hands come to rest on her hips as he looks up at her, smiling as she kisses his lips and then his cheeks and along his jaw. The feeling of her so close makes Lucas’ heart race no matter how many times he’s around her. “Why is that, Lucas?” she asks as she pulls her head back just enough that she can look down into his dark eyes. Emily studies him, as she always does when they are this close as though she might be able to read him. Unfortunately his story was far too deep for that and sight alone wouldn’t tell her everything she needed to know.

“Why is what?” He asks, not sure just what she’s asking. Lucas has a pretty good idea what she means with her question but at the same time he had been distracted by her kisses and wanted to make sure he hadn’t missed a single thing she’d said.

“Why are you yourself around me and not anyone else?” Before he can answer she kisses him again, almost as though it’s incentive for him to come up with a very good reason.

“Because you are special.” Lucas tells her, not sure how else to explain it. “You are different than everyone else.” His hand came up and he brushed her hair back behind her ear as he looked into her eyes. The way he looks at her makes her breath catch in her throat and she gives him a gentle smile.

“What makes special? Different?” Emily wants to hear what he’s thinking, wants to know why he likes her so much.

“You listen. And you understand. And you aren’t with me because of who I am to everyone else but who I am on the inside.” Lucas kissed her gently on the lips. “You are amazing.” Emily’s heart swells with his words and she knows that this is becoming a rather serious moment so she lightens the mood with her next question.

“And because I’m gorgeous?”

Lucas smiles. “And because you are gorgeous.”

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	illama 2006-03-02 04:36 am UTC (link)
	And because every word I could think of that started with an O was a medical term... Osteopathic/Something VF/WR. (Reply to this)

	froda_baggins 2006-03-02 06:10 am UTC (link)
	Fickle Ummmmm...try House. I'm not picky on pairings but maybe House/Wilson/Stacy triangle or something like that? I don't care. XD (Reply to this)

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