three watchmen drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
More obvious than ever, I picked WATCHMEN for my fandom, and here are my first three drabbles.
she hates me; gen; dan dreiberg, pg-13, 174 words
It was six weeks, four days and nine hours since Dan Dreiberg had been able to get an erection. It was six weeks, four days, eight hours and fifty-nine minutes ago that Laurie Juspeczyk had walked out his door and, more likely than not, walked out of his life completely. The fights had gotten worse and worse, always about one thing or another, turning molehills into mountains, and then, Dan figured, she decided that she couldn't take it anymore.
Dan tried to burn the things she'd accidentally-or-not left behind; lingerie, perfume, a pillow, a few albums and a couple of her favorite books.
Sadly, the fire had spread and now his bedroom was charred and burned to a crisp, and the scent of Laurie still remained, if not stronger than before.
He was sitting on the floor with Laurie's half-burned pillow in his hands and pressed to his cheek when Rorschach walked in.
"Daniel? House smells like ash- ... What happened?"
It's been thirty-four seconds since Dan Dreiberg began to laugh at his own misfortune.
END
love you like i do; gen; bubastis, adrian veidt, pg, 280 words
Bubastis watched her Master with the same adoration she always did. He was perfect. He was as handsome as he was beautiful, as strong as he was kind, and he was her Creator; her God. She found him most stunning in moments like these. Quiet, curled in his silk sheets, thinking to himself, thinking whatever sort of things the smartest man in the world thinks when he has the time.
She knew he barely noticed the soft pitter-patter of her paws on the marble floor, and yet he still lowered his hand and stroked his fingers through her soft fur. She purred in appreciation of his acknowledgment. His eyes never left the book in his other hand, and the woman lying in the crook of his arm never stirred.
If she could understand the emotion, Bubastis had nothing but resentment for the women her Master brought to bed with him. She knew she was the only woman for him. Constantly at his side and always supportive of the things he did, although she could never tell him she was. He would never hurt her, and she would never betray him. Although she knew it would never come to it (since he wouldn't ever put her in a position where it would be a possibility), she would die for him.
Adrian's fingertips found their way beneath her jaw as he stroked her chin, her tongue sliding out to lick his wrist in affection, drawing a contented sigh from her Master.
Master. Creator. Lord. Father. Lover.
Bubastis loved Adrian Veidt more than anyone else on the planet ever could.
She would die for him.
But she knew he wouldn't let that happen.
END
womanizer; het; edward blake/?, nc-17, 264 words
She isn't as soft as Sally, but she's sure as hell just as good.
Her legs are hooked around my waist and I'm not thinking about how we got here, I'm just thinking about how warm and wet she is, and god, Sally never got this wet, no matter how much I did to her before slipping in.
This is youth and energy and response and she's so fucking good and I tell her I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of her sweet little pussy. Her nails are digging into my back and I curse, growl at her to be gentle, the little bitch, and she just laughs and she almost sounds like Sally, her voice sultry even if it should still be girly at her age. Her breath is in my ear and she tells me to take it, "big guy," and I snarl and pin her to the floor and start to fuck her harder than before.
She loves it. She's milking me and trying to get me deeper and I tell her she's a greedy little slut and she just screams in agreement and begs for more, and I'm turning her over and fucking her from behind in a matter of moments.
She's too good, raising her ass up for me and I come almost without realizing it, and she comes right along with me.
Pretty little Laurie. When she curls up next to me with a giggle, I have to wonder if Sally knows that her little girl fucks almost as good as she does.
Almost.
END
The next seven drabbles are upcoming! Comments would be so amazing. I miss comments. I've been wondering if LJ is not letting everyone see my entries, since comments have been all scarce and I'm kinda lonely.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
More obvious than ever, I picked WATCHMEN for my fandom, and here are my first three drabbles.
she hates me; gen; dan dreiberg, pg-13, 174 words
It was six weeks, four days and nine hours since Dan Dreiberg had been able to get an erection. It was six weeks, four days, eight hours and fifty-nine minutes ago that Laurie Juspeczyk had walked out his door and, more likely than not, walked out of his life completely. The fights had gotten worse and worse, always about one thing or another, turning molehills into mountains, and then, Dan figured, she decided that she couldn't take it anymore.
Dan tried to burn the things she'd accidentally-or-not left behind; lingerie, perfume, a pillow, a few albums and a couple of her favorite books.
Sadly, the fire had spread and now his bedroom was charred and burned to a crisp, and the scent of Laurie still remained, if not stronger than before.
He was sitting on the floor with Laurie's half-burned pillow in his hands and pressed to his cheek when Rorschach walked in.
"Daniel? House smells like ash- ... What happened?"
It's been thirty-four seconds since Dan Dreiberg began to laugh at his own misfortune.
END
love you like i do; gen; bubastis, adrian veidt, pg, 280 words
Bubastis watched her Master with the same adoration she always did. He was perfect. He was as handsome as he was beautiful, as strong as he was kind, and he was her Creator; her God. She found him most stunning in moments like these. Quiet, curled in his silk sheets, thinking to himself, thinking whatever sort of things the smartest man in the world thinks when he has the time.
She knew he barely noticed the soft pitter-patter of her paws on the marble floor, and yet he still lowered his hand and stroked his fingers through her soft fur. She purred in appreciation of his acknowledgment. His eyes never left the book in his other hand, and the woman lying in the crook of his arm never stirred.
If she could understand the emotion, Bubastis had nothing but resentment for the women her Master brought to bed with him. She knew she was the only woman for him. Constantly at his side and always supportive of the things he did, although she could never tell him she was. He would never hurt her, and she would never betray him. Although she knew it would never come to it (since he wouldn't ever put her in a position where it would be a possibility), she would die for him.
Adrian's fingertips found their way beneath her jaw as he stroked her chin, her tongue sliding out to lick his wrist in affection, drawing a contented sigh from her Master.
Master. Creator. Lord. Father. Lover.
Bubastis loved Adrian Veidt more than anyone else on the planet ever could.
She would die for him.
But she knew he wouldn't let that happen.
END
womanizer; het; edward blake/?, nc-17, 264 words
She isn't as soft as Sally, but she's sure as hell just as good.
Her legs are hooked around my waist and I'm not thinking about how we got here, I'm just thinking about how warm and wet she is, and god, Sally never got this wet, no matter how much I did to her before slipping in.
This is youth and energy and response and she's so fucking good and I tell her I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of her sweet little pussy. Her nails are digging into my back and I curse, growl at her to be gentle, the little bitch, and she just laughs and she almost sounds like Sally, her voice sultry even if it should still be girly at her age. Her breath is in my ear and she tells me to take it, "big guy," and I snarl and pin her to the floor and start to fuck her harder than before.
She loves it. She's milking me and trying to get me deeper and I tell her she's a greedy little slut and she just screams in agreement and begs for more, and I'm turning her over and fucking her from behind in a matter of moments.
She's too good, raising her ass up for me and I come almost without realizing it, and she comes right along with me.
Pretty little Laurie. When she curls up next to me with a giggle, I have to wonder if Sally knows that her little girl fucks almost as good as she does.
Almost.
END
The next seven drabbles are upcoming! Comments would be so amazing. I miss comments. I've been wondering if LJ is not letting everyone see my entries, since comments have been all scarce and I'm kinda lonely.