Friday Free-For-All
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Hey, guys! It's Friday so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want! Just remember to follow the rules:
- Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
- If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "My first kiss was a little like this..."
Nikita/Inception, Nikita/Author's Choice, The one where she hires the team
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here.
- Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
- If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "My first kiss was a little like this..."
Nikita/Inception, Nikita/Author's Choice, The one where she hires the team
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:50 am (UTC)Gibbs just smiles when Tony starts making those sly remarks and goes back to his work.
And when they go home that night he puts on their favorite tape, the one of the team barbecue they had last summer, Tony makes some delicious fetuccini alfredo and they spend the night just remembering the best things about the last year.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:14 am (UTC)Filled: Burn Notice
Date: 2010-12-22 05:21 am (UTC)Fiona rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you’ve heard of Lady Gaga.”
“Lady who?”
She sighed. “Ask Sam….” She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. “But the sentiment is easy to understand,” she said, and kissed him.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:55 am (UTC)He needs to justify this or else he'll crawl right back into his brother's arms and never leave.
He can't destroy everything his brother has worked for and he can't let Nathan do it either.
That doesn't stop him from looking back one last time.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 05:37 pm (UTC)The pain that tore through his chest as he lay in the back seat of the police car was worse than the proverbial vise crushing his chest. A heart attack? His heart was beating harder than it should, but not erratically. The bones in his chest and limbs jerked inside his skin and muscles as if some unseen force moved them from within.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be changing into something else; that just didn't happen, except in horror movies or stories told to give kids the shivers.
((The rest can be found Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/49479.html) ))
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:36 am (UTC)No fic, but
Date: 2010-09-24 01:17 pm (UTC)No fic, yet...
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 02:45 pm (UTC)Cast away, far from Grace, I was arrogant enough to believe that they would be grateful. That those I brought into the light would thank me for my efforts. But all too often they were content to continue to walk in the darkness. The human condition hurt me. Wounded me. I knew uncertainty, fear, doubt….HATRED for the first time. The rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm me.
I didn’t know that the biggest threat to a warrior was that which humanity most treasured. Individuality was unknown to me prior to my arrival on this plane. Before I came here all I knew was love. Now however, I am filled with feelings of rage and despair. Emotions have become the tidal wave which threatens to overwhelm me. It is manifestly unfair to inflict these emotions on an Angel. We hurt from the Absence of Grace. It is the first thing we know apart from pleasure and devotion.
After what happened with Michael, the feelings which consumed me would not allow the sacrifices to be forgotten. It was then that I decided to fall again. To give up my wings, to make the story heard. It was Amitiel….no, it was Jade, who made me realise that intentions were secondary to action. It was she who pointed out that the fear and hate weakened Us even as it strengthened Them.
And so it was, that the second time I fell I was filled with hate.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 07:35 pm (UTC)The angel in question was staring out the grimy motel window like it had the answers to all the questions of Heaven and Earth.
Sam was scrolling through news and obituaries on his laptop, chin propped on his hand, eyes half closed.
Gabriel was propped on the windowsill near Cas, occasionally kicking the back of Sam's chair.
"Oh my god," Sam said, suddenly, breaking the silence. "I never thought being bored would suck this much."
Dean's head snapped up, cloud of foreboding settling over him.
Cas closed his eyes, exasperated. "I do wish you'd think before you spoke, Sam."
Gabriel grinned, hopping off his perch, and moving to stand behind Sam, hands resting on Sam's shoulders. Sam's head immediately tipped back, anticipating, and Gabriel lived up to his expectations, massaging Sam's shoulders, head lowering to mouth at Sam's ear.
"Okay, first off," Dean said. "Gross. Second? Get a room. I've got the respectable angel, so have a little respect, huh?"
Sam moans, softly, until Gabriel started to murmur in his ear.
" this is the song that never ends...yes, it goes on and on my friends...some people started singing it not knowing what it was.."
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:48 am (UTC)You mentioned boggle, I had to.
Date: 2010-09-24 12:41 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"persnickitty"
"You're kidding."
"What, that's a word," Misha says with all conviction.
"I know persnickety is a word, where do you see it?" Jensen grumbles.
Misha points, "P-E-R-S-N-I-C-K-I-T-T-Y," and leans back looking diceptively aloof.
"That's not how you spell it," Jensen has learned not to let spelling mistakes get him excited.
"It's a variant spelling."
Jensen snorts, "a variant spelling meaning a fussy cat?"
Misha smiles wide, "you're learning," he gives him a light kiss, before "okay so I had 40 points that round and you had 7, wanna play again?" he asks, already shaking up the letters.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 10:02 am (UTC)Inevitably they are kicked out of the theatre and from there they make their way back to their apartment. Sherlock only watches t.v. to point out everything they've got wrong and so they usually end up sitting on the sofa, either reading or talking about whatever John comes up with that Sherlock doesn't dismiss as boring.
However, Sherlock usually makes up for these bad dates by making John really good curry and not putting any human body parts in the kitchen for at least two weeks.
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 10:08 am (UTC)He gets to wear the oddest clothes and children smile at him over the candy bowl. Tonight, three of the neighborhood children were dressed as him and he slipped them some extra candy with a wink.
And when he goes to bed his own dear Alice is dressed as a present. He loves untieing all the little bows with tags that say "kiss me"
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Date: 2010-09-24 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-24 10:45 am (UTC)So, he doesn't mind not eating alone. And since he and Lisa decided to take a break, Castiel took that as a cue to stave off his Heavenly liaison duties to visit for ten minutes most mornings.
Dean doesn't mind. After three years he's used to the behavioral quirks Castiel has developed, the staring of course, the strange conversation with rnadom people, and the touching. Dean doesn't really liked to be touched. Espeically not by Cas - it brings about a certain tingly feeling that runs down his spine, and he isn't sure if that's him or just a jolt of Castiel's heavenly juice. He'd rather not think too hard about it.
He also doesn't like drinks being sloshed over his lap.
He especially doesn't like when the whole of the diner (maybe six people total, but that is six too many) swivel in their chairs to watch as Castiel quickly hastens to clean Dean up. With his hands. On Dean's crotch.
He can practically see the radiating waves of embarrassment, and is sure the audience can too.
"Cas, will you - just, jesus - quit it!"
"I'm sorry Dean, I-"
"Yeah,just, Cas - hands off!"
"I'm merely trying to -"
In between horrified glances around and angry growls he manages to reef Castiel's hands away. Pointedly ignoring the massive stain on his pants, he quickly deposits some bills on the table and stalks outside, leaving Castiel to head-tilt and stare at his retreating back.
He's just lucky he ordered juice this morning instead of coffee.
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Date: 2010-09-24 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 05:18 am (UTC)"But it's cozy ," Gabriel replied, leaning against Sam's chest, clearly at ease.
"It's cramped, that's what it is," Sam mutters. "And you're taking up too much space."
Gabriel inclined his head, giving Sam a look. "You've been craving a bath. I gave you a bath. Now you're complaining. Typical Winchester."
"I'd like a bath that i could fit in!" Sam's voice raises. "I'm cramping here, and i know for a fact you can just snap your fingers and give us a bigger bath. You've done it with beds, you know."
Gabriel sighed, loudly. "Whatever, kiddo," he snapped his fingers, rolling his eyes.
Sam appeared in a Roman bath, hundreds of years prior, surrounded by non-english speaking men- none of which were entirely attractive, or Gabriel, for that matter (Well, never knew with the archangel).
"God.. damnit , Gabriel!"
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Date: 2010-09-24 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
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