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toxic_cornTitle: 5 Things Marcus Hamilton Could Say that Would Make a Woman's Ovaries Explode
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Hamilton and the Angel crowd all belong to Joss Whedon. I'm just having fun with his creations and not claiming them as my own. See?
Summary: A day in the life of heartbreaker Marcus Hamilton.
Notes: These are so cracktastic, especially the last one. My second in the Five Fic meme game. If you have a request you want me to attempt, feel free to click the link and tell me. I also don't know where to pimp Hamilton fic so I'll just leave this here. Enjoy!
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1. Paris Nights
When Harmony had bought the dress last week, she’d been sure it was perfect. It made her ass and legs look great, went well with her favorite pair of shoes, and was so something Sarah Jessica Parker would wear.
Now she wasn’t so sure. When the boss had sent her to get his usual mug of otter’s blood, the assistants in the break room had given her a nastier look than usual, some of them even looked like they were laughing. Yeah, it was probably jealousy, but maybe there was something wrong with the dress. Like a tag showing? Or oh my god what if she managed to stain it already? She’d just look in the mirror instead of frantically scanning the dress trying to see her back, but there was that whole no reflection thing stopping her.
“Gorgeous.”
The sudden voice made her jump and she looked up. And up.
Hello, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Armani.
“What?” she asked, coyly.
“Your dress,” the hottie said. “It’s the perfect mix of innocence and sexiness.”
Oh, god, Harmony thought in disappointment. He was gay. Figured.
A sexy grin spread across his face. “It would be perfect for a night out in Paris.”
Harmony forgot her disappointment and squealed. “Really? I’ve always wanted to go to Paris!”
“How’s five sound? I can get a company jet and be there just in time for a late dinner.”
She stared at him in amazement. “You wanna take me to Paris?”
“Yes.”
“Look, I don’t even know your-”
“Marcus Hamilton.”
“Okay, I can totally be ready by five. I’ll have to ask Angel if I can take the afternoon off so I can pack but-”
“I’ll just let myself into Angel’s office.”
“Oh! Sure, go right…” Harmony watched him stride to the door and knock politely before letting himself in.
Paris! Oh god, if she had any friends, they would just die!
END
2. Bondage Fun
So much for getting any work done. First Spike shows up just to be annoying and then who should waltz in like he was lord of the manor but Marcus Hamilton?
It was times like these he really missed the Hyperion.
“Angel,” Hamilton said in that phony polite voice of his. He glanced over at Spike. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Spike was just leaving,” Angel said, giving Spike a look.
So of course the peroxide nightmare sank back further into the chair, making himself comfortable.
Angel sighed. “What is it you want, Hamilton?”
“There was a small matter I wanted to bring to your attention.” Hamilton again glanced at Spike.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Spike said, smiling broadly. “We don’t have any secrets from each other, do we, Ang?”
Angel didn’t even dignify that with a comment. “Look, just tell me what it is and I’ll take care of it when I can.” He gestured to the pile of folders on his desk. “As you can see, my work’s piled up.”
“Of course,” Hamilton said. “The High Priest of Gozer is having a gathering this evening. As one of Wolfram & Hart’s most esteemed clients, it’s always been the duty of the CEO to attend and rep-”
“Can’t go. Sorry.” Angel opened up a folder.
Hamilton’s hand shot out and closed the folder once more with one big hand. “Perhaps you misunderstood me. I wasn’t asking.”
“Perhaps you misunderstood me,” Angel said, maintaining eye contact. “I said, ‘Can’t. Go.’”
“Oh, you can and you will.” Hamilton leaned forward, trying to intimidate Angel with his considerable bulk. “You’ll go even if I have to truss you up with my entire tie collection and carry you over the threshold myself.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them willing to be the one to back down.
But Hamilton pulled back and broke the tension. “Well. At eight o’ clock a car will be ready for you. Take Lorne, he’s excellent PR.”
Then, he glided from the room, and all that remained of him was his expensive cologne in the air.
“That was a little…” For once, Spike seemed lost for words. “Did that seem…?”
Angel shook himself. “Yeah. It did.”
“Tying you up and carrying you over a threshold? If I were a woman, my ovaries would’ve exploded.” Spike feigned concern. “Better check yours, Angel.”
“Real mature, Spike.” Angel felt the blood rush to his face as he went about trying to get some work done.
“Oh, what’s this?” Spike said, slyly. “Does Angel have a cruuuush?”
“Look, is there a reason you’re here or did you just want to irritate me?”
Spike grinned. “Little of both, actually. I’m a bit short on funds ‘n I’ve been plannin’ on redecorating my humble abode, it’s a big spar-”
Angel had taken out his wallet and threw a credit card at Spike, ninja star-style. “Here, take it. Take it and go.”
“Gladly. This place is stuffy, anyway.” Spike got up and stalked towards the door. Just before opening it, he paused and gave Angel a false look of sincerity. “Oh, Angel. Your secret’s safe with me, mate.” He threw the door open and before it could close behind him, he bellowed, “HEY LORNE, GUESS WHAT?”
Angel picked up the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Harmony? Can I get some asprin, please?”
END
3. The Knight Wore Armani
Stupid agency, giving her the wrong floor. Angrily, Belinda slapped at the down button for the elevator and tapped her foot impatiently. That was bad enough, but to have it happen at Wolfram & Hart…
If she hadn’t needed the money so badly, she wouldn’t even be here. The place was… wrong. She’d heard things, unbelievably scary Twilight Zone-y things. Temps came here but never left. Wolfram & Hart always reimbursed the agency so grievances were never filed and they kept sending in workers.
Sacrifices.
Belinda shivered and finally the elevator doors opened. She stepped gratefully inside, punching the button for the correct floor.
The doors had nearly shut when a large arm thrust its way inside. Already wound up, Belinda leapt back with a scream.
A large man stepped inside. “Sorry to startle you,” he said, and pushed one of the buttons.
“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m just… sorry.” Belinda bit her lip. Maybe she could’ve been a tad more coherent if he’d been short and bald, not tall and guh.
The man stood there for awhile before politely inquiring, “Are the lights in this building so terribly blinding?”
“Pardon? Oh!” Belinda realized she was still wearing her shades and pulled them off. No wonder that receptionist had been looking at her weird.
“Much better.” She looked over to see the man smiling at her approvingly. “Green eyes.”
“Oh, um, they run on my mother’s side.” God. A simple smile and nod would’ve sufficed, Belinda.
“There’s just something about a woman with green eyes,” the man said, silkily. “Makes a man want to protect her.”
She’d never been one for chivalry but his words made her melt a little. “Yeah?”
“Yes. What department are you temping in today?”
How did he know she was a temp? “Accounting.”
The man frowned. “Temps never come back from there.”
Oh god. Fear reared up inside her and for an agonizing moment she thought she was going to either throw up or start crying.
“Look, how much do you make an hour? Ten dollars?”
“Yes,” Belinda squeaked.
The man reached inside his jacket, pulled out an expensive looking brown leather wallet and counted out some crisp bills which he handed to her.
“Take this and spend the day at the beach. Don’t take a job here again.”
“Okay,” she said, voice tight and frightened. She put the money in her purse as he pressed the ground floor button for her.
The doors opened. The sudden movement made her flinch.
“This is my floor,” the man said, gently. “You keep going to the first floor and walk out of here calmly. No one will stop you. You should be okay.”
“Okay.” Belinda nodded, trying to get her shaking under control. “Thank you, Mr…”
“Hamilton. Marcus Hamilton.”
The doors slid shut and Belinda put her shades back on to hide her tears.
It wouldn’t be until much, much later that she’d think of the incident again. She would be with her boring, safe boyfriend having boring, safe sex and as that moment of heroism flashed through her mind, she’d come so hard her insides seemed to explode.
~*~
Marcus sighed. Accounting would just have to work hard today in order to get the right numbers. No sacrifices to ensure perfection. The senior partners will be furious of course. If only he didn’t have that weakness for green eyes…
END
4. Puppy Love
“You’re just going to leave them there?” Megan cried.
Debra didn’t even look up from her paper. “Yep.”
“But this is Wolfram & Hart! They’ll be sacrificed or… or eaten! Or… experimented on!” She looked over at the corner of the break room where the box of puppies still rested. Damn her stupid super for not allowing pets of she’d take the lot.
“What do I care?” Debra said unfeelingly. “I just want them gone.” She looked up and saw Megan’s distressed face. “Look, I don’t have time to sit out in front of Safeway all day to make sure they go to a good home and I sure as hell don’t have the money to feed five puppies plus my two dogs and that stupid cat of my daughter’s.” She sighed. “When you grow up a little more, you’ll understand, kid.”
I hope I’m never as jaded as you, Megan thought. “Couldn’t you put an ad in the paper? They’d get good homes and you’d make a little extra cash.”
Debra snorted. “Who in their right mind would pay for those mutts?”
“Excuse me,” a smooth male voice from the doorway said. “Is this where the puppies are?”
Megan turned to look and had to physically stop her jaw from dropping and her tongue unraveling all over the floor. Marcus Hamilton.
“Sure is,” Debra said, engrossed in her paper. “Help yourself.”
He stepped inside and looked around a moment before spotting the box of puppies. A smile spread across his face and he went to kneel in front of them as they scrabbled over each other, barking squeaky little barks.
“Hi,” he practically cooed. “Which one of you wants to come home with me?”
Oh, wow. Megan gripped the table and stared, unable to look away.
“Oh, who’re you?” he said to a little notch-eared puppy. “Who’re you, little guy? What’s your name? Huh?”
The puppy wiggled and barked as if responding to the question.
Mr. Hamilton chuckled. “Yeah, I got a bed for you all ready at home. You’re coming with me.” He looked up to the ladies. “How much?”
“They’re fr-” Megan started to say.
“Seventy five,” Debra said over her.
Standing up with the puppy in his arms, Marcus Hamilton handed Debra a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change. Have a pleasant day, ladies.”
After he’d left, Megan took a deep breath, knowing her face was all red. “I uh… I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said and stood up to leave.
Debra cast her a wicked look. “Don’t take too long. We still have that presentation to give.”
No, Megan thought as she hurried out of the room. This shouldn’t take too long.
END
5. Wolfram & Hart Idol
“Oh my god, look, here he comes,” one of the girls said in a hushed voice.
“Who’s the bimbo with him?” one of the new girls said, nastily.
“Don’t worry about it,” another girl said, kindly. “They never last long. He loves us too much, you see.”
“Here he comes. Get your signs ready!”
Here was the moment they’d been waiting for since three p.m. today, when they’d all torn out of school and driven to the Wolfram & Hart airfield just to catch a glimpse of…
They all took a deep breath.
“MARCUUUUUS!!!” They screamed and started waving their signs, jumping up and down. The new girls burst into tears and hugged the friends that had brought them into this society.
“Oh my GOD, Macuuuuus!” A new girl waving a Go Whammy for Hammy sign managed to jump higher than the others and got a better look at the man approaching them.
“We love you!” One of the girls screamed when he was closer.
Marcus Hamilton had a puppy on a lead in one hand and a blonde bimbo on his other arm but he still kissed his fingertips and blew. Right at Whammy Hammy Girl.
“I love you, too,” he said with a smile.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Every single girl was in tears now, except for Whammy Hammy Girl.
She held her stomach in both hands and watched through blurry eyes as Marcus Hamilton boarded his plane.
“I… I think my ovaries exploded,” she said before she hit the ground.
THE END
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Hamilton and the Angel crowd all belong to Joss Whedon. I'm just having fun with his creations and not claiming them as my own. See?
Summary: A day in the life of heartbreaker Marcus Hamilton.
Notes: These are so cracktastic, especially the last one. My second in the Five Fic meme game. If you have a request you want me to attempt, feel free to click the link and tell me. I also don't know where to pimp Hamilton fic so I'll just leave this here. Enjoy!
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nutmeg6101. Paris Nights
When Harmony had bought the dress last week, she’d been sure it was perfect. It made her ass and legs look great, went well with her favorite pair of shoes, and was so something Sarah Jessica Parker would wear.
Now she wasn’t so sure. When the boss had sent her to get his usual mug of otter’s blood, the assistants in the break room had given her a nastier look than usual, some of them even looked like they were laughing. Yeah, it was probably jealousy, but maybe there was something wrong with the dress. Like a tag showing? Or oh my god what if she managed to stain it already? She’d just look in the mirror instead of frantically scanning the dress trying to see her back, but there was that whole no reflection thing stopping her.
“Gorgeous.”
The sudden voice made her jump and she looked up. And up.
Hello, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Armani.
“What?” she asked, coyly.
“Your dress,” the hottie said. “It’s the perfect mix of innocence and sexiness.”
Oh, god, Harmony thought in disappointment. He was gay. Figured.
A sexy grin spread across his face. “It would be perfect for a night out in Paris.”
Harmony forgot her disappointment and squealed. “Really? I’ve always wanted to go to Paris!”
“How’s five sound? I can get a company jet and be there just in time for a late dinner.”
She stared at him in amazement. “You wanna take me to Paris?”
“Yes.”
“Look, I don’t even know your-”
“Marcus Hamilton.”
“Okay, I can totally be ready by five. I’ll have to ask Angel if I can take the afternoon off so I can pack but-”
“I’ll just let myself into Angel’s office.”
“Oh! Sure, go right…” Harmony watched him stride to the door and knock politely before letting himself in.
Paris! Oh god, if she had any friends, they would just die!
END
2. Bondage Fun
So much for getting any work done. First Spike shows up just to be annoying and then who should waltz in like he was lord of the manor but Marcus Hamilton?
It was times like these he really missed the Hyperion.
“Angel,” Hamilton said in that phony polite voice of his. He glanced over at Spike. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Spike was just leaving,” Angel said, giving Spike a look.
So of course the peroxide nightmare sank back further into the chair, making himself comfortable.
Angel sighed. “What is it you want, Hamilton?”
“There was a small matter I wanted to bring to your attention.” Hamilton again glanced at Spike.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Spike said, smiling broadly. “We don’t have any secrets from each other, do we, Ang?”
Angel didn’t even dignify that with a comment. “Look, just tell me what it is and I’ll take care of it when I can.” He gestured to the pile of folders on his desk. “As you can see, my work’s piled up.”
“Of course,” Hamilton said. “The High Priest of Gozer is having a gathering this evening. As one of Wolfram & Hart’s most esteemed clients, it’s always been the duty of the CEO to attend and rep-”
“Can’t go. Sorry.” Angel opened up a folder.
Hamilton’s hand shot out and closed the folder once more with one big hand. “Perhaps you misunderstood me. I wasn’t asking.”
“Perhaps you misunderstood me,” Angel said, maintaining eye contact. “I said, ‘Can’t. Go.’”
“Oh, you can and you will.” Hamilton leaned forward, trying to intimidate Angel with his considerable bulk. “You’ll go even if I have to truss you up with my entire tie collection and carry you over the threshold myself.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them willing to be the one to back down.
But Hamilton pulled back and broke the tension. “Well. At eight o’ clock a car will be ready for you. Take Lorne, he’s excellent PR.”
Then, he glided from the room, and all that remained of him was his expensive cologne in the air.
“That was a little…” For once, Spike seemed lost for words. “Did that seem…?”
Angel shook himself. “Yeah. It did.”
“Tying you up and carrying you over a threshold? If I were a woman, my ovaries would’ve exploded.” Spike feigned concern. “Better check yours, Angel.”
“Real mature, Spike.” Angel felt the blood rush to his face as he went about trying to get some work done.
“Oh, what’s this?” Spike said, slyly. “Does Angel have a cruuuush?”
“Look, is there a reason you’re here or did you just want to irritate me?”
Spike grinned. “Little of both, actually. I’m a bit short on funds ‘n I’ve been plannin’ on redecorating my humble abode, it’s a big spar-”
Angel had taken out his wallet and threw a credit card at Spike, ninja star-style. “Here, take it. Take it and go.”
“Gladly. This place is stuffy, anyway.” Spike got up and stalked towards the door. Just before opening it, he paused and gave Angel a false look of sincerity. “Oh, Angel. Your secret’s safe with me, mate.” He threw the door open and before it could close behind him, he bellowed, “HEY LORNE, GUESS WHAT?”
Angel picked up the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Harmony? Can I get some asprin, please?”
END
3. The Knight Wore Armani
Stupid agency, giving her the wrong floor. Angrily, Belinda slapped at the down button for the elevator and tapped her foot impatiently. That was bad enough, but to have it happen at Wolfram & Hart…
If she hadn’t needed the money so badly, she wouldn’t even be here. The place was… wrong. She’d heard things, unbelievably scary Twilight Zone-y things. Temps came here but never left. Wolfram & Hart always reimbursed the agency so grievances were never filed and they kept sending in workers.
Sacrifices.
Belinda shivered and finally the elevator doors opened. She stepped gratefully inside, punching the button for the correct floor.
The doors had nearly shut when a large arm thrust its way inside. Already wound up, Belinda leapt back with a scream.
A large man stepped inside. “Sorry to startle you,” he said, and pushed one of the buttons.
“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m just… sorry.” Belinda bit her lip. Maybe she could’ve been a tad more coherent if he’d been short and bald, not tall and guh.
The man stood there for awhile before politely inquiring, “Are the lights in this building so terribly blinding?”
“Pardon? Oh!” Belinda realized she was still wearing her shades and pulled them off. No wonder that receptionist had been looking at her weird.
“Much better.” She looked over to see the man smiling at her approvingly. “Green eyes.”
“Oh, um, they run on my mother’s side.” God. A simple smile and nod would’ve sufficed, Belinda.
“There’s just something about a woman with green eyes,” the man said, silkily. “Makes a man want to protect her.”
She’d never been one for chivalry but his words made her melt a little. “Yeah?”
“Yes. What department are you temping in today?”
How did he know she was a temp? “Accounting.”
The man frowned. “Temps never come back from there.”
Oh god. Fear reared up inside her and for an agonizing moment she thought she was going to either throw up or start crying.
“Look, how much do you make an hour? Ten dollars?”
“Yes,” Belinda squeaked.
The man reached inside his jacket, pulled out an expensive looking brown leather wallet and counted out some crisp bills which he handed to her.
“Take this and spend the day at the beach. Don’t take a job here again.”
“Okay,” she said, voice tight and frightened. She put the money in her purse as he pressed the ground floor button for her.
The doors opened. The sudden movement made her flinch.
“This is my floor,” the man said, gently. “You keep going to the first floor and walk out of here calmly. No one will stop you. You should be okay.”
“Okay.” Belinda nodded, trying to get her shaking under control. “Thank you, Mr…”
“Hamilton. Marcus Hamilton.”
The doors slid shut and Belinda put her shades back on to hide her tears.
It wouldn’t be until much, much later that she’d think of the incident again. She would be with her boring, safe boyfriend having boring, safe sex and as that moment of heroism flashed through her mind, she’d come so hard her insides seemed to explode.
Marcus sighed. Accounting would just have to work hard today in order to get the right numbers. No sacrifices to ensure perfection. The senior partners will be furious of course. If only he didn’t have that weakness for green eyes…
END
4. Puppy Love
“You’re just going to leave them there?” Megan cried.
Debra didn’t even look up from her paper. “Yep.”
“But this is Wolfram & Hart! They’ll be sacrificed or… or eaten! Or… experimented on!” She looked over at the corner of the break room where the box of puppies still rested. Damn her stupid super for not allowing pets of she’d take the lot.
“What do I care?” Debra said unfeelingly. “I just want them gone.” She looked up and saw Megan’s distressed face. “Look, I don’t have time to sit out in front of Safeway all day to make sure they go to a good home and I sure as hell don’t have the money to feed five puppies plus my two dogs and that stupid cat of my daughter’s.” She sighed. “When you grow up a little more, you’ll understand, kid.”
I hope I’m never as jaded as you, Megan thought. “Couldn’t you put an ad in the paper? They’d get good homes and you’d make a little extra cash.”
Debra snorted. “Who in their right mind would pay for those mutts?”
“Excuse me,” a smooth male voice from the doorway said. “Is this where the puppies are?”
Megan turned to look and had to physically stop her jaw from dropping and her tongue unraveling all over the floor. Marcus Hamilton.
“Sure is,” Debra said, engrossed in her paper. “Help yourself.”
He stepped inside and looked around a moment before spotting the box of puppies. A smile spread across his face and he went to kneel in front of them as they scrabbled over each other, barking squeaky little barks.
“Hi,” he practically cooed. “Which one of you wants to come home with me?”
Oh, wow. Megan gripped the table and stared, unable to look away.
“Oh, who’re you?” he said to a little notch-eared puppy. “Who’re you, little guy? What’s your name? Huh?”
The puppy wiggled and barked as if responding to the question.
Mr. Hamilton chuckled. “Yeah, I got a bed for you all ready at home. You’re coming with me.” He looked up to the ladies. “How much?”
“They’re fr-” Megan started to say.
“Seventy five,” Debra said over her.
Standing up with the puppy in his arms, Marcus Hamilton handed Debra a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change. Have a pleasant day, ladies.”
After he’d left, Megan took a deep breath, knowing her face was all red. “I uh… I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said and stood up to leave.
Debra cast her a wicked look. “Don’t take too long. We still have that presentation to give.”
No, Megan thought as she hurried out of the room. This shouldn’t take too long.
END
5. Wolfram & Hart Idol
“Oh my god, look, here he comes,” one of the girls said in a hushed voice.
“Who’s the bimbo with him?” one of the new girls said, nastily.
“Don’t worry about it,” another girl said, kindly. “They never last long. He loves us too much, you see.”
“Here he comes. Get your signs ready!”
Here was the moment they’d been waiting for since three p.m. today, when they’d all torn out of school and driven to the Wolfram & Hart airfield just to catch a glimpse of…
They all took a deep breath.
“MARCUUUUUS!!!” They screamed and started waving their signs, jumping up and down. The new girls burst into tears and hugged the friends that had brought them into this society.
“Oh my GOD, Macuuuuus!” A new girl waving a Go Whammy for Hammy sign managed to jump higher than the others and got a better look at the man approaching them.
“We love you!” One of the girls screamed when he was closer.
Marcus Hamilton had a puppy on a lead in one hand and a blonde bimbo on his other arm but he still kissed his fingertips and blew. Right at Whammy Hammy Girl.
“I love you, too,” he said with a smile.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Every single girl was in tears now, except for Whammy Hammy Girl.
She held her stomach in both hands and watched through blurry eyes as Marcus Hamilton boarded his plane.
“I… I think my ovaries exploded,” she said before she hit the ground.
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Date: 2006-09-07 11:06 pm (UTC)--
The sudden voice made her jump and she looked up. And up.
Hello, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Armani.
*out loud snorgle* If I were a woman, my ovaries would’ve exploded.
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“There’s just something about a woman with green eyes,” the man said, silkily. “Makes a man want to protect her." (Toxic, do you have green eyes? Damn, I kind of wish I did.)
“Hi,” he practically cooed. “Which one of you wants to come home with me?” (Me!! Me!! I know I'm a kitten, but I can pretend. I'm good at wiggling and squeaking. I can practice licking people besides myself. Don't ask me to piddle on the floor, though.)
Go Whammy for Hammy sign... (I would've killed her, too, if she called me the same name as the piggy bank from Toy Story)
“I… I think my ovaries exploded,” she said before she hit the ground. (Damn, girl. A crush on the child of evil is not going to take you anywhere good at all. Your ovaries will 'splode, and there you'll be, dead on the ground at the airfield of Wolfram & Hart.)
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Date: 2006-09-08 03:49 am (UTC)As for the Go Whammy for Hammy sign... I have no idea. I wanted an obnoxious rhyming slogan and all I could think was Marcus rhymed with Barkus and that isn't a word so... yeah.
Damn, girl. A crush on the child of evil is not going to take you anywhere good at all. Your ovaries will 'splode, and there you'll be, dead on the ground at the airfield of Wolfram & Hart
*gigglesnort* What a way to go.
Now I get to start on YOUR prompts. *rubs hands together eagerly*
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Date: 2006-09-08 02:05 am (UTC)And OMG with the puppies! Awwwww!
Lurves you for writing this! :)
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Date: 2006-09-08 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 04:33 am (UTC)... In that case, the second story is more canon based and the rest is just conjecture on my part. Although, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he had teenybopper fangirls following him around with signs. *still wonders where the hell I pulled out Go Whammy for Hammy*
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Date: 2006-09-08 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 05:46 am (UTC)Oh god, I think my ovaries exploded!! ;-)
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Date: 2006-09-08 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 05:57 am (UTC)You know, I love how the ovaries exploding is kind of a theme in these...Spike's comment to Angel in the second one, Belinda coming so hard it felt like her insides exploded, whatever it was Megan went to the bathroom to do...and also how 5 ties in with 1. Because you KNOW the blonde with him is Harmony and he's taking her to Paris. *g*
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:07 am (UTC)*covets the Hammy sign and vows to make my own*
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:13 am (UTC)*leaves the Go Whammy For Hammy sign to toxic_corn in her will*
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 10:09 am (UTC)I really really loved this... the Harmony thing, the puppies, the green eyes (which I *have*, yay!)... Am I really evil for hoping that he'd do something evil in that elevator?
Write more Marcus Hamilton things... please? Pretty please? I absolutely adore your take on him!
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 05:28 pm (UTC)Friending is just fine. *friends you back*
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:02 pm (UTC)I can prompt your ass off if you really want me to :P
What was that? I'm obsessed with the man? Nah. I'm not, really! I guess I'm kind of LJ's resident Marcus Hamilton fic-writer (over 250 pages of Marcus fic written :S) but reading your own fic is just no fun *pouts* and yours RAWKED!
Sooo... prompt? Just yell if you have time and want one :-) We're buddies now after all! *dances*
Ooooh also, your icon: much love! I wrote a spoof for Adam's version of the Poseidon Adventure... can't decide whether I should put it up or not. Don't really know how many folks have actually seen it!
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-28 07:04 am (UTC)*goes off in search of said nutmeg610 and friends*
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Date: 2006-09-28 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-01 02:32 am (UTC)http://killerweasel.livejournal.com/
Though they are slash, and I am not sure how you are about slash. They are mostly Marcus/Lindsey fics, and there are some really good ones there.
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Date: 2006-09-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-28 07:05 am (UTC)I was first! Pick me!
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Date: 2006-09-29 05:00 pm (UTC)And AWW, Marcus loves puppies *passes out with girlish glee*.
The sudden voice made her jump and she looked up. And up.
Hee, funny! And true :P. Mmmmm, tall...
Thanks for cross-posting this at BigBadInArmani, wouldn't have found it otherwise and that would've sucked.
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Date: 2006-09-29 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 04:06 pm (UTC)*grabs Tanni in bear hug*
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Date: 2006-09-30 09:43 pm (UTC)