Challenge Drabbles
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jetpack_monkeyMe being me, none of these are actually drabbles.
For LiminalLiz: Alias, Spydaddy being awesome. PG. This one got away from me...
Syd dragged the fork against the table again and finally Jack snatched the utensil away. "That's enough, Sydney."
Sydney, resplendent in her brand new sundress, crossed her arms and pouted.
"We only have another hour before I have to leave for Cairo. I'm sorry this visit was cut short."
"Derek van Garten's daddy is home every night."
"Derek van Garten's daddy sells cut-rate automobiles and sleeps with his secretary." Jack shifted uncomfortably when Sydney asked how he knew that. "I wasn't going to send you to school without assuring your safety. It was a routine background check."
Sydney took a gulp of her Mountain Dew. "You could still play with me more."
"I know. That's why... we're going to have a lot more time together in a few months. I'll be taking you out of school and I'm going to teach you things. Special things. It'll be a Christmas present."
Sydney gave her father a toothy grin. Sometimes he was the best daddy ever.
For hjcallipygian: Hot chicks kicking ass, any fandom. PG-13:
The clanging from the dressing room grew steadily louder and more chaotic. Kermit and Fozzie had their heads pressed against the door. "I wonder what is going on in there," Fozzie said.
"Only one way to find out." Kermit coughed. "Uh, Gonzo? Gonzo?"
Gonzo's reply was clear and unambigous: "CLEAR THE DOOR!"
Kermit and Fozzie looked at each other and then leapt to the side as the door to Gonzo's dressing room burst open and the Great Gonzo, airborne, sailed out. He landed with a thud on the floor downstairs. "WOW!"
Kermit clung to the stairway above. "Gonzo, what are you doing?"
"Trying out my new act! Camilla, come on out, hon!"
Clad in about as much spandex as you could fit on a hen and leave her mobile, Camilla clucked out of the mysteriously theme-from-Shaft fog. She struck a pose. "Bawk buck bawk buck."
"I still don't get it," Kermit said.
Gonzo trotted up the steps. "You've seen Charlie's Angels, right? Now, witness Colonel's Chickens! It'll be a smash hit!"
"Uh, Gonzo. You only have one chicken. You need at least two for Chickens."
"I'm still working out the kinks."
"I can see that."
Gonzo pulled Camilla back into the dressing room. "Come, my sweet. Let's run through it one more time." He slammed the door behind him.
Fozzie looked at Kermit. "I have no jokes for that."
Statler: That was terrific!
Waldorf: It was?
Statler: Maybe she'll kill him next time!
Waldorf: It'll be the first case of Chicken-Battered Weirdo!
Waldorf & Statler: Ah-ha-ha-ha!
For bitterbyrden: Buffyverse, Buffy/Warren. NC-17:
Michael Stipe sang that he felt fine right about now, but Buffy didn't. The end of her world as she knew it, and she was fucking the enemy. He never said much when she came in... she just took him. Knowing that he'd made robotic girls for sex made it easier, not harder. He was a schmuck, a schmuck with a secret underground lair, soundproof walls, and a bruise across his face from the last time he made eye contact with her. She yanked on his hair as she rode him, cresting to a dull orgasm that bled out some of the pain, but none of the self-loathing. Finished, she yanked on her pants and promised that if he spoke a word of this, he'd be dead before he got a chance to run. He nodded. She finished dressing and left quickly. She'd be back tomorrow if she could get away.
Still have one left to do for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
midnightfae
For LiminalLiz: Alias, Spydaddy being awesome. PG. This one got away from me...
Syd dragged the fork against the table again and finally Jack snatched the utensil away. "That's enough, Sydney."
Sydney, resplendent in her brand new sundress, crossed her arms and pouted.
"We only have another hour before I have to leave for Cairo. I'm sorry this visit was cut short."
"Derek van Garten's daddy is home every night."
"Derek van Garten's daddy sells cut-rate automobiles and sleeps with his secretary." Jack shifted uncomfortably when Sydney asked how he knew that. "I wasn't going to send you to school without assuring your safety. It was a routine background check."
Sydney took a gulp of her Mountain Dew. "You could still play with me more."
"I know. That's why... we're going to have a lot more time together in a few months. I'll be taking you out of school and I'm going to teach you things. Special things. It'll be a Christmas present."
Sydney gave her father a toothy grin. Sometimes he was the best daddy ever.
For hjcallipygian: Hot chicks kicking ass, any fandom. PG-13:
The clanging from the dressing room grew steadily louder and more chaotic. Kermit and Fozzie had their heads pressed against the door. "I wonder what is going on in there," Fozzie said.
"Only one way to find out." Kermit coughed. "Uh, Gonzo? Gonzo?"
Gonzo's reply was clear and unambigous: "CLEAR THE DOOR!"
Kermit and Fozzie looked at each other and then leapt to the side as the door to Gonzo's dressing room burst open and the Great Gonzo, airborne, sailed out. He landed with a thud on the floor downstairs. "WOW!"
Kermit clung to the stairway above. "Gonzo, what are you doing?"
"Trying out my new act! Camilla, come on out, hon!"
Clad in about as much spandex as you could fit on a hen and leave her mobile, Camilla clucked out of the mysteriously theme-from-Shaft fog. She struck a pose. "Bawk buck bawk buck."
"I still don't get it," Kermit said.
Gonzo trotted up the steps. "You've seen Charlie's Angels, right? Now, witness Colonel's Chickens! It'll be a smash hit!"
"Uh, Gonzo. You only have one chicken. You need at least two for Chickens."
"I'm still working out the kinks."
"I can see that."
Gonzo pulled Camilla back into the dressing room. "Come, my sweet. Let's run through it one more time." He slammed the door behind him.
Fozzie looked at Kermit. "I have no jokes for that."
Statler: That was terrific!
Waldorf: It was?
Statler: Maybe she'll kill him next time!
Waldorf: It'll be the first case of Chicken-Battered Weirdo!
Waldorf & Statler: Ah-ha-ha-ha!
For bitterbyrden: Buffyverse, Buffy/Warren. NC-17:
Michael Stipe sang that he felt fine right about now, but Buffy didn't. The end of her world as she knew it, and she was fucking the enemy. He never said much when she came in... she just took him. Knowing that he'd made robotic girls for sex made it easier, not harder. He was a schmuck, a schmuck with a secret underground lair, soundproof walls, and a bruise across his face from the last time he made eye contact with her. She yanked on his hair as she rode him, cresting to a dull orgasm that bled out some of the pain, but none of the self-loathing. Finished, she yanked on her pants and promised that if he spoke a word of this, he'd be dead before he got a chance to run. He nodded. She finished dressing and left quickly. She'd be back tomorrow if she could get away.
Still have one left to do for
midnightfae
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Date: 2006-05-14 08:59 pm (UTC)Three thumbs up!
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Date: 2006-05-14 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-14 10:21 pm (UTC)EEEEE!
Quick and dirty. Just like I like my ...coffee. Thank you ever so much. It's the best thing that's happened since inventing the internet-based bread slicer!
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