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raisintorte) wrote2007-07-11 11:26 am
raisintorte) wrote2007-07-11 11:26 am
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Fannish Dare!
It's time for another round truth or dare! Last time it was general, this time I'm going to limit it to fandom related dares.
We got fifteen CRAZY stories last time, and I think fun was had by all. (Actually, it's probably more than 15 - I think I missed a few that were posted at the end.)
General Rules:
- Anyone can participate! Any fandom, any pairing, any rating! Any medium of fannish works!
- Be nice. No fandom, pairing, character, or people bashing.
How to Play
- If you want people to participate leave a comment to this post! (if you want to include your fandoms in the comment, go for it, but you are under no obligation)
- Anyone can respond to your comment with a dare.
- You are under no obligation to complete any dare. However, the whole point of the game is to write crazy things and try and get other people to write them for you.
- You do not have to offer yourself up to be dared to dare others.
Responding
- Please respond directly to the dare comment. Label the comment subject line with fandom, pairing (or character), and rating for ease of reading.
Example:
Last time I dared![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wojelah to write Ten/Sheppard (DW/SGA) and she did!
Invite your friends - the more the merrier! There is no time limit on this, it will go on as long as people are still playing.
We got fifteen CRAZY stories last time, and I think fun was had by all. (Actually, it's probably more than 15 - I think I missed a few that were posted at the end.)
General Rules:
- Anyone can participate! Any fandom, any pairing, any rating! Any medium of fannish works!
- Be nice. No fandom, pairing, character, or people bashing.
How to Play
- If you want people to participate leave a comment to this post! (if you want to include your fandoms in the comment, go for it, but you are under no obligation)
- Anyone can respond to your comment with a dare.
- You are under no obligation to complete any dare. However, the whole point of the game is to write crazy things and try and get other people to write them for you.
- You do not have to offer yourself up to be dared to dare others.
Responding
- Please respond directly to the dare comment. Label the comment subject line with fandom, pairing (or character), and rating for ease of reading.
Example:
Last time I dared
wojelah to write Ten/Sheppard (DW/SGA) and she did!Invite your friends - the more the merrier! There is no time limit on this, it will go on as long as people are still playing.
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Planet of the Monkeys, 1/3 (seriously)
"They're monkeys," she heard Sheppard mumble from the other side of the pole they were all tied to.
"What?" Cadman twisted, trying to look at him.
"They're monkeys," Sheppard repeated. "Prehensile tails. And, apparently, they’re sacred here."
"Who are you, Jane Goodall? Less talking about monkeys, more getting us out of this closet before we become dinner for the holy monkeys," McKay snapped, kicking half-heartedly at a monkey who had climbed in through a high window.
"Chill out, Rodney. Teyla's negotiating our release, and I'm sure we'll be out in no time," Sheppard said placatingly. "And stop kicking the monkey. That's what got us here in the first place." It was amazing, Cadman thought. She could actually hear him smirking.
"Well, if the monkey hadn't been trying to steal my extremely sensitive and irreplaceable equipment, as well as give me some kind of deadly monkey-virus I wouldn't have had to defend myself!" McKay jerked hard on the ropes, cutting into Cadman's wrists. Okay, that was officially it.
"Jesus, you two, get a room!" she snapped, and immediately regretted not having at least one hand free to slap over her mouth. Sheppard might act like a fourteen-year-old around McKay, but he was still her commanding officer, for God's sake.
As she turned her head to apologize, she noticed that both Colonel Sheppard and McKay had gone strangely still and silent, and what she could see of them - their ears - were bright red. She opened and closed her mouth a few times and finally just said, "Wait, seriously?" When she got no response, she repeated, "No, seriously? Wow." Colonel Sheppard cleared his throat. “Wow, sir,” she corrected.
“Well,” McKay said shortly, “now you know.”
Re: Planet of the Monkeys, 2/3 (seriously)
“Lieutenant – ” Sheppard started, but Cadman shook her head. She knew where this was going.
“Sir, don’t worry about it. I don’t know anything.” She tapped his fingers in what she hoped was a reassuring way, only to find that they were intertwined with McKay’s, which led immediately to thoughts of other things intertwining. She squirmed again. God, she obviously needed to get laid, if this was setting her off.
McKay yanked on the ropes again. “Look, Cadman, I’m sure the idea of me having sex with anyone is completely anathema to you, but could you please stop pulling on the ropes? I have very sensitive skin.”
“That is not the problem here, McKay,” she ground out. Oh, Jesus Christ, she had to start thinking before she opened her mouth.
“Lieutenant?” Colonel Sheppard nudged her shoulder.
“Forget it, sir. It’s nothing.” Cadman closed her eyes and sat as still as she could. She just needed to forget that she knew anything and focus on keeping her mouth shut until someone got them out of here. She could do that. She felt Colonel Sheppard and McKay turn toward each other. She was alternating between berating herself and promising whoever was listening that she’d say as many Hail Marys and Our Fathers as it took to make it like this had never happened when she felt fingers, cold from the lack of circulation, grip her own.
“It’s not nothing, Cadman,” McKay murmured, turning his head toward her. “At least, it doesn’t have to be. Right, Sheppard?” She could feel McKay’s breath stirring the hairs on her neck, and since when had that become sexy?, she wondered, feeling herself flush all over.
Colonel Sheppard was saved from answering by guards stomping in and summarily throwing them out into the street where Teyla was waiting. After listening to McKay bitch about loss of function in his extremely valuable hands and not getting so much of a sideways glance from him or the colonel all the way back to the ‘jumper, she began to convince herself that she’d misread the whole thing. She wasn’t nearly as relieved by that as she should have been.
Re: Planet of the Monkeys, 3/3 (seriously)
That night, as she lay, covered in sweat and breathing hard, tangled helplessly in those intertwined limbs she’d imagined earlier, she grinned and thought that they were right. Definitely not nothing.
OH MY GOD THAT TOTALLY ATE MY BRAIN
Re: Planet of the Monkeys, 3/3 (seriously)
And the end rocks. ;)
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::loves::
You made a Jane Goodall reference. And thentheydunsextheend. YAY.
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(I am SO much nicer to you than I was to
Bad Influence
Lorne gave him a broad grin. "I don't exactly hear you complaining," he retorted, reaching for Radek's belt.
"No, no, certainly, not complaining." Radek agreed as his back hit the door. "Though the next time we are on a planet where we are expected to remove our shoes indoors, you could perhaps not spend the entire negotiation process trying to distract me?" Zelenka flushed all over again as he recalled the feeling of the Major's bare foot in his lap under the table, teasing him for an hour during the negotiations. "I was compelled to think about Rodney naked in order to avoid offense when I left the table." He looked over his glasses at Lorne in mock reproach.
Lorne just snorted while Radek started pulling on his tac vest. "Ew. Are you trying to ruin the mood here, Zelenka?"
Radek pushed the tac vest off Lorne's shoulders and onto the floor. "I do not think anything could ruin my mood right now," he murmured, leaning in.
"Yeah," Lorne whispered, hands running hot under Radek's blue science shirt, "me neither."
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Weir/Zelenka. Speaking Czech. (Not for the whole THING, clearly.)
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