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why_me_why_notMore Drabbley Thingys! I'm too lazy to count words tonight (and I'm kinda buzzed) so you get what you get.
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alli_everyday gave me the prompt words of pink, taffy, steak and it took me a while to find something not completely crackified to do with that.
It feels good to have some time off, even better to be able to spend it together. Most of the day consists of walking the boardwalk and trying to keep a low profile. They visit at least three shops before they find the perfect saltwater taffy to satisfy Jared's sweet tooth. Jensen makes jokes about it, but jared gets him back by teasing him about his pink-tinged cheeks. Now they're kicked back on the deck, grilling steaks and watching the waves crash against the shore in the fading sunlight, and life is good.
gelsey asked for HP, Viktor/Hermione, time, tempest, treasure
Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. The hands had barely moved since the last time she had looked. It was just her luck to be stranded in this tiny pub in the middle of nowhere, although she was actually fortunate that there had been shelter nearby when the sudden tempest arose. Tempest. The word sounded like something straight out of the Victorian Era, but it was the best way she could think of to describe the wind and rain outside.
She was still turning the word over in her head when the door opened and a bedraggled wizard stumbled in. Hermione barely glanced up at the stranger until she realized his voice wasn't strange. He must have noticed her attention, because he turned and smiled before heading in her direction.
"Hello."
"Hi."
They both knew better than to apply any sort of name to their greeting. Times were too perilous.
"What are you doing here?"
"Searching for treasure." To an outside observer, her words would have sounded sarcastic or teasing, but she knew Viktor would know it meant she was looking for a Horcrux. "Not having much luck, though, and it doesn't seem to be letting up any outside."
Viktor nodded sympathetically as he pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and sat down. "I will buy you a drink while we wait."
lilian_cho wanted Harry found out that Draco thinks the Winchester brothers are hot. Together. Goober.
The house was quiet when Harry got home. Too quiet. He rolled his eyes and heading for the study, cursing himself for ever teaching Draco how to access the internet.
Sure enough, he found his boyfriend in front of the computer. "Draco, what are you doing?"
Draco looked at Harry and grinned. "Reading. Fanfic."
"Tell me you're not reading Sam and Dean porn again."
"But the Winchesters are hot! Especially together!"
"They're brothers!"
"Yeah, but--"
"You know what? Never mind. Between this and your father fixation and what we found out about Bellatrix and Regulus, I'm starting to think incest is a Black family trait."
Andirisgirl12000, one of my favoritest people in the whole wide world, prompted me with Hotch/Reid, restraint, their hug at the end of Revelation. Even though I really can't get behind the whole Hotch/Reid ship, I enjoyed writing this for her. Of course, in return she gets to beta hetsmut for me, so it all works out. *g*
Reid loves words. He loves everything about them -- the way they sound, teh way they're written is a peek into the writer's soul, the way they feel when they roll off his tongue and stumble over his lips. He especially loves the way a single word can have so many different meanings.
RESTRAINT (n): the state of being physically constrained
It's disconcerting to know that he's tethered to this chair, that he lacks the ability to just get up and walk out, remove himself from this situation. He can't fight physically, but he knows (in the rational part of his mind that's not yet drowning in the drugs) that his survival lies in figuring Hankel out and getting a message to his team.
RESTRAINT (n): control or repression of feelings
When Hotch hugs him in the cemetary, he can feel the tension he's still holding onto. Reid's glad Hotch can keep his feelings in check because it gives him the strength to do the same. Hotch lets Reid's name slip out on an exhalation of breath, and in it Reid hears everything he doesn't say. He knows what it means, just the way he knew Hotch would understand his cryptic message. And he knows why they're both holding back.
RESTRAINT (n): the act of controlling by restraining someone
Reid's hands are trapped above his head, and despite the fact he's here willingly, there's a flash of panic at the knowledge he's being held down. But it's Hotch and it's safe and if he struggles the slightest bit, the hand holding his wrists will let go. He doesn't try, though, because right now this is what he wants, where he wants to be.
Okay, so I have two more to do, one forswedish15 and something for jainadurron. I'm sitting here drinking and writing and watching Fraggle Rock. Hope yalls Saturday nights are more exciting. *hugs*
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alli_everyday gave me the prompt words of pink, taffy, steak and it took me a while to find something not completely crackified to do with that. It feels good to have some time off, even better to be able to spend it together. Most of the day consists of walking the boardwalk and trying to keep a low profile. They visit at least three shops before they find the perfect saltwater taffy to satisfy Jared's sweet tooth. Jensen makes jokes about it, but jared gets him back by teasing him about his pink-tinged cheeks. Now they're kicked back on the deck, grilling steaks and watching the waves crash against the shore in the fading sunlight, and life is good.
gelsey asked for HP, Viktor/Hermione, time, tempest, treasureHermione glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. The hands had barely moved since the last time she had looked. It was just her luck to be stranded in this tiny pub in the middle of nowhere, although she was actually fortunate that there had been shelter nearby when the sudden tempest arose. Tempest. The word sounded like something straight out of the Victorian Era, but it was the best way she could think of to describe the wind and rain outside.
She was still turning the word over in her head when the door opened and a bedraggled wizard stumbled in. Hermione barely glanced up at the stranger until she realized his voice wasn't strange. He must have noticed her attention, because he turned and smiled before heading in her direction.
"Hello."
"Hi."
They both knew better than to apply any sort of name to their greeting. Times were too perilous.
"What are you doing here?"
"Searching for treasure." To an outside observer, her words would have sounded sarcastic or teasing, but she knew Viktor would know it meant she was looking for a Horcrux. "Not having much luck, though, and it doesn't seem to be letting up any outside."
Viktor nodded sympathetically as he pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and sat down. "I will buy you a drink while we wait."
lilian_cho wanted Harry found out that Draco thinks the Winchester brothers are hot. Together. Goober.The house was quiet when Harry got home. Too quiet. He rolled his eyes and heading for the study, cursing himself for ever teaching Draco how to access the internet.
Sure enough, he found his boyfriend in front of the computer. "Draco, what are you doing?"
Draco looked at Harry and grinned. "Reading. Fanfic."
"Tell me you're not reading Sam and Dean porn again."
"But the Winchesters are hot! Especially together!"
"They're brothers!"
"Yeah, but--"
"You know what? Never mind. Between this and your father fixation and what we found out about Bellatrix and Regulus, I'm starting to think incest is a Black family trait."
And
irisgirl12000, one of my favoritest people in the whole wide world, prompted me with Hotch/Reid, restraint, their hug at the end of Revelation. Even though I really can't get behind the whole Hotch/Reid ship, I enjoyed writing this for her. Of course, in return she gets to beta hetsmut for me, so it all works out. *g*Reid loves words. He loves everything about them -- the way they sound, teh way they're written is a peek into the writer's soul, the way they feel when they roll off his tongue and stumble over his lips. He especially loves the way a single word can have so many different meanings.
RESTRAINT (n): the state of being physically constrained
It's disconcerting to know that he's tethered to this chair, that he lacks the ability to just get up and walk out, remove himself from this situation. He can't fight physically, but he knows (in the rational part of his mind that's not yet drowning in the drugs) that his survival lies in figuring Hankel out and getting a message to his team.
RESTRAINT (n): control or repression of feelings
When Hotch hugs him in the cemetary, he can feel the tension he's still holding onto. Reid's glad Hotch can keep his feelings in check because it gives him the strength to do the same. Hotch lets Reid's name slip out on an exhalation of breath, and in it Reid hears everything he doesn't say. He knows what it means, just the way he knew Hotch would understand his cryptic message. And he knows why they're both holding back.
RESTRAINT (n): the act of controlling by restraining someone
Reid's hands are trapped above his head, and despite the fact he's here willingly, there's a flash of panic at the knowledge he's being held down. But it's Hotch and it's safe and if he struggles the slightest bit, the hand holding his wrists will let go. He doesn't try, though, because right now this is what he wants, where he wants to be.
Okay, so I have two more to do, one for
swedish15 and something for jainadurron. I'm sitting here drinking and writing and watching Fraggle Rock. Hope yalls Saturday nights are more exciting. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-02-25 02:58 pm (UTC)I'm failing at being an author lately, but I'm in beta mode, so whenever you're ready send it my way.
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Date: 2007-02-26 01:22 am (UTC)words and language aren't the only things that're flexible *g*
I'll send it later on this evening. right now I'm going to have Mom or Harley cut my hair short.
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Date: 2007-02-26 02:10 am (UTC)How short? One of my friends just cut her hair (nearly waist-length) to shaved-at-the-neckline. Drastic!
<3
Date: 2007-02-25 07:25 pm (UTC)What about Bella and Reg?
*intrigued*
;-)
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Date: 2007-02-26 04:46 am (UTC)♥♥♥