Free-For-All Friday
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Today is Free-For-All Friday, which means you can post any prompt you want, as long as you follow the rules
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Today is Free-For-All Friday, which means you can post any prompt you want, as long as you follow the rules
- Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
- No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
- Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below:
- Doctor Who, Rory/Doctor, He understands the Doctor better now.
- Leverage, Eliot/Alec, Do you want my job?
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 05:04 pm (UTC)Understanding | Doctor Who, Rory/Doctor, He understands the Doctor better now.
Date: 2010-07-23 02:25 am (UTC)It hurts, hurts so much. Amy is the only thing keeping him sane anymore. The promise of her return is all that makes his eternal life worth living.
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 05:06 pm (UTC)I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young, and not renewable, but man." Mirror In February by Thomas Kinsella
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-10 08:42 pm (UTC)Really, it was just a slip of the tongue. A thoughtless comment at a crime scene to Tim. "I'm getting too old for this." And, at first, they were far too busy for Jethro to notice just how tight-lipped and withdrawn Tim seemed to be after that.
But, oh, he noticed once they were on the way home.
The tension in the car was almost suffocating. Seemed like Tim couldn't decide between indignation or weary resignation.
"Something on your mind, Tim?"
Settled, finally, on something between the two. "Yeah. You're not old."
"I'm almost sixty. So yeah, I'm getting old."
"Do you feel old? Because I know you. My unstoppable Marine Gunnery Sargent and Special Agent who fucks like a teenager, chases bad guys with the enthusiasm of a Probie and lives like he's got life by the balls."
Jethro smiled, lacing his right hand with Tim's left, but not taking his eyes off the road. "Yeah, I do. You help though. Keeping me young."
Tim squeezed his hand briefly. "No more of the 'too old' comments. I'll tell you when you're allowed to say it." Flashed Jethro a wicked smile. "You got me, Marine?"
Looked at Tim just long enough to offer a quick smile. "Yeah, I got you."
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:07 pm (UTC)(bonus points if Sam is faking the entire time to get away and rescue Dean, or if this somehow leads to Mary and Marshall finding out about the supernatural)
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 05:09 pm (UTC)from your heart to mine." Passionate Surrender by Pauline Hamblin
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Date: 2010-07-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Everyone said they were wrapped up in the idea of love and marriage, college sweethearts who believed in love at first sight and 'forever.'
Some speculated the reasoning for the wedding, exchanging looks, and shaking their heads. Jimmy was a good boy, they told each other. He's doing right by her.
Everyone was right, in their own way, however Jimmy and Amelia weren't jaded, they believed in each other.
They lived, loved, fought and struggled like the rest of the world.
Claire made them stronger.
Jimmy prayed for guidance, had faith in God and his family.
Amelia prayed for Jimmy, loved and believed.
Together, they were strongest.
They were a couple of know-nothing kids with a love for each other.
Together, they grew up.
Nobody said it was easy.
Everyone said it wouldn't work.
Everyone was right, it seemed, but who knew at the end of the world, anyway?
The end, as it turned out, was only the beginning.
The being that looked like Jimmy stood before Amelia, straightbacked and solemn.
Jimmy's lips formed words, deeper, more graveled, in Jimmy's not-voice.
He thanked the woman, who was silent and beautiful, in her shock, and Amelia's world lit with light and music, before her husband's body slumped in her arms.
Jimmy Novak woke a whole man sometime later, with his college sweetheart leaning over him, eyes bright and worried.
He kissed her, chaste and sweet and meaningful as he had when they were young, and knew nothing.
Now, they both knew too much, but as they say...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
The Novaks were yards ahead of the game.
They'd make it work.
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-12 04:37 am (UTC)"Is this alien food," Guy hissed, sneaking over to Kyle and staring over his shoulder at the wiggling, green, lit up, phallic… thing surrounded by plates (well, the alien equivalent of plates) of similar wiggling but not phallic things. Though some of those things looked a lot like tentacles, and others a lot like unmentionable parts of the female body.
"Or a sex toy?" Kyle surreptitiously imagined up a tiny floating hand which reached out and poked the quivering green… dildo thing. It quivered. It jiggled. It looked suspiciously like Jell-O in Dildo form. "I have no idea."
Guy waited a beat before glancing around at the party. It might have been a 'thank you for saving our world from inevitable destruction' party, but most of the aliens attentions were on Hal Jordan instead of Guy and Kyle. "You know." A glowing green hand wrapped around the Jell-do and stroked it before yanking it off the table. "There's really only ONE way to find out."
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:17 pm (UTC)Fill, Torchwood, Toshiko, she never expected to like Suzie
Date: 2012-01-09 07:43 am (UTC)Suzie was very mysterious, like Jack Harkness. Both had triggers about their families that would cause them to stop talking for moments at a time. Jack would stop talking if anyone mentioned the word "brother." Suzie would stop if anyone mentioned the word "father." The silences were uncomfortable.
When Torchwood went out into the field to retcon people that saw alien phenomena, Suzie would greet her retconned clients with kindness, even cheerfully saying "We're Torchwood." But sometimes, in the corner of Tosh's eye, she'd see Suzie steal something from their clients, like a few pounds or a cheque.
Tosh was convinced she'd never like Suzie after her petty theft attempts.
One day one of the wires of the mainframe burned out. The cords were last changed in 1995 by a team member that was killed prior to Jack's current team being in the Hub. Suzie was the only person who knew how to replace the cords to the mainframe without injuring herself. Therefore, Suzie had to fix the mainframe by default.
Suzie turned off the mainframe and not only replaced the faulty cord, she replaced all the cords in the mainframe. When the mainframe was powered back on, Suzie stood behind Tosh as the monitors lit up one by one.
"I know I may not seem to be the friendliest person in the world," Suzie said, "but I couldn't dream of understanding a machine like this. And I'm a weapons engineer. I'm supposed to embrace computers like this, but I would know the difference between this and the Internet. I wish I could be as bright as you, Tosh."
Suzie picked up her tools and went back to her station to work on yet another alien weapon until the latest alien threat in Cardiff popped up. That was the moment Tosh dedided that maybe Suzie wasn't that bad of a person after all.
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 07:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, we wonder about that sort of thing.
Life after death -- Heaven and Hell and all that -- was designed for mortals. The Big Guy said so himself.
Lucifer was the first of us (of freaking course) to raise the question of what happens to us after we die. And he never got a straight answer (of freaking course) from God.
So Lucy came to me, awesome in his beauty and glory and... and fear.
"Gabriel!" he said, "We must know!"
"Why?" I asked him. Yeah, I was just as curious as him, but pissing off Lucifer always took precedence over just about everything else.
So Lucy gave me his patented "nobody understands my pain"-look and stormed away. Personally, I think that was really the start of his great rebellion. The little punk.
As far as I was concerned, we weren't meant to know what came after. We were meant to wonder. And, I suppose, we were meant to fear. Which was part of the reason I had my own little rebellion. The Boss was really a pain-in-the-ass sometimes.
I abandoned Heaven. And time passed as I travelled in ways and worlds that not many beings understand. I learned secrets, fought monsters, boned a lot of hot babes, and -- most of all -- tricked those who deserved to be tricked.
And during all that time, I wondered and I feared about what the end had in store for us. Even in rebellion, I was playing God's game.
And then I finally died. And when I died -- fighting to salvage something from the ultimate punk's ultimate temper-tantrum -- I was still playing God's game. At the time, I didn't look at it that way. I was fighting Lucifer for the sake of creation and all of its beings. I was fighting for the sake or the mortals. I was fighting despite all of my claims that I cared for nothing for the machinations of my brothers.
God tricked me. Wow, does it hurt to admit that. He tricked me by making me into a someone who ultimately just couldn't walk away from the pain of the world. He tricked me by making me into the guy who would provide the clues that those two brave, screwed-up, irritating, mortal assholes needed to actually shut Lucy down.
God tricked me. And then in the end He showed me His mercy.
I woke in a better place. And she was with me. With her dark eyes, flawless brown skin, long dark hair. She helped me to my feet and, as impossible as it sounds, there were actually tears in her eyes.
"Hi!" I said. Yeah, I was a little rattled and I wasn't doing too good in terms of witty commentary.
Her eyes got hard.
"Bastard!" she hissed as she slugged me so hard that my teeth rattled.
Shaking stars out of my head, I back away and began babbling. "Kali! Baby! Sweetie! Honey! There's no need to..."
"You scared me out of my wits!" she screamed. The she hit me again and knocked me flat.
Dammit, she packs a punch. Always has.
I sat up slowly. And then Kali was on her knees next to me, calling me names in a half-dozen languages, as she hugged me so hard that my ribs tried to wave a white flag.
"So this is Heaven?" I gasped.
She kissed me. And that was all I needed.
Yep. It was Heaven.
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:19 pm (UTC)spoilers for Cold Blood.
Date: 2010-07-09 08:02 pm (UTC)Then gasping for breath that's been denied for a time he has forgotten.
Her eyes glow gold for but a moment, she smirks with the lips of a ravenous wolf. He opens his mouth to speak, her finger coming to rest on it.
"I know all, I see all," she whispers in a voice that echoes through his mind, bleeds through his ears. A voice that erases all thought of a life before.
She tilts her head to the side, smiles as the golden light around her burns him almost.
"It's terrible to be the end of the universe, I scatter words that no longer reach him, that new him," she explains ruefully. "You tell him the end is near."
Her fingers sear into his skin.
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 05:25 pm (UTC)be back w/ fic later but...
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:31 pm (UTC)Phantom Touch - girl!Chuck + Nate(/Blaire implied) - PG
Date: 2011-05-28 09:24 pm (UTC)“Oh, Nathaniel. Stop being such a drama queen. So your girl got some hot girl-on-girl action with your other girl… It’s not the end of the world.” She’s flippant. Cold. At least up top, all that most people usually see.
Beneath that she’s frightened - irony of ironies, Nate can read her better than anyone. Her tone is just a little too cold. Her face just a little too casual. Her hands move more than she normally allows, and nervous hand gestures are a sign of a frazzled Charlotte Bass.
“Granted, I didn’t think to get it on tape, and that is a missed opportunity, but-”
“Stop,” Nate says quietly. Wearily. He’s tired of this game. Tired of pretending that Chuck is anything other than Chuck - anything other than this girl. The one sitting in her limo and her Valentino and her air of never-do-wrong with the scent of sex still clinging to her beneath the fragrance of Dior.
She has done wrong. Too many times, in fact. Too many times for Nate to give this - this impassable thing - a pass. Sleeping with Blair isn’t lower than Chuck’s stooped before, but it’s inexcusably low.
“Nath-”
“Why?” That’s all Nate asks. Forget what Blair had tearfully proclaimed as he’d pushed himself out of her arms - she and Chuck didn’t just happen. Nothing with Chuck ever just happens. If Chuck hadn’t wanted it to happen, it wouldn’t have.
The cool façade vanishes. Chuck can read Nate too, and she’s reading something in him now that she’s never seen before. Probably never imagined. Resolve.
“Nate, please, I-” The fear’s come straight through. It’s burned away all the illusion of calm and ice, and there’s regret on Chuck’s face - brighter than her lipstick. Nate’s never seen her wear that before and he raps quickly on the driver’s partition.
“Stop here,” he yells before the partition even lowers. He won’t stay here and let himself be swayed by the fact that he finally has.
“Nathaniel-”
“Why?” Nate repeats as the limo slows and then stops.
There are tears welling in Chuck’s eyes - a horrible, fascinating desperation in the quiver of her lips. She is at once heartbreaking and terrifying because her eyes are alive with an entirely different emotion than her tears would suggest.
“Because you’re mine,” she says, her usually smooth, precise voice rough and low. “She refused to see it. You wouldn’t see-”
“Well, there’s nothing to see now,” Nate tells her, his own voice breaking as hers had the moment before.
“I-”
“You’ve got what you wanted, Chuck. As always. You just can’t stand not being the center of my attention. Well, don’t worry. I won’t turn my back to you again.”
Nate pushes on the limo door. Chuck’s hand wraps around his wrist before he can open it. Perfect, cherry-red nails like her perfect, cherry-red lips and the perfect excuse resting on the tip of her cherry-sweet tongue.
Nate shrugs off her hand and shoves out of the limo and stalks away before she can say anything to stop him.
He’s heard it said that he’s lucky to love Chuck Bass as a friend and not a lover - that loving a girl like Chuck would undo him the way loving her as a friend couldn’t.
He’s no longer sure of that. Chuck’s betrayal feels so much worse than Blaire’s. And he feels completely fucked even though Chuck’s never laid her hands on him.
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Date: 2010-07-09 06:47 pm (UTC)Eliot thinks he always needs it hard. Needs the power, brutality, the pain to feel. But Nate knows different. Nate knows how to make Eliot feels Knows how to touch him just so to make him feel, make him react - knows the gentle reassuring touches that ground Eliot, that bring him back.
(I have no idea, just... train of thought writing there... )
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Date: 2010-07-09 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 07:15 pm (UTC)Christian groans. He's lying flat on his back, hands tied loosely over his head to the headboard. His legs are spread, Steve kneeling in between them, leaning over him, lips inches from Christian's, his breath warm against Christian's skin.
"Trust me."
Steve leans forward, runs his hands up Christian's arms, checks the ropes before breaching the few inches between them, kissing him softly on the lips.
"Trust me."
Christian goes limp under Steve, his eyes closing and his lips parting in a soft exhalation of Steve's name.
He trusts him.
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