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comment_ficTGIF, everyone! That means today we get to play in whatever sandboxes we want, posting whatever prompts we want with no themes!
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 code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
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 code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
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Re: Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
Date: 2010-10-08 09:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
Re: Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
Date: 2010-10-08 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 09:14 pm (UTC)Mystery (X-Men, Rogue, Long black coat)
"Darlin', you look great," Logan said as a smile crept over his face.
Rogue grinned back at him. She had been on her way out the front door of the mansion when she almost literally ran into Logan. Fortunately, it was hard to surprise him and he adroitly dodged out of the way -- without making a big deal about how he was avoiding getting into contact with her.
Rogue paused and twirled adeptly. The long, black, duster she was wearing flared out around her legs, revealing bare calves above her reddish-brown cowboy boots.
"Never seen that coat before," Logan said neutrally.
"Ah just got it yesterday, sugar! And now ah'm takin' it out for a test drive!" Rogue said eagerly.
Logan nodded soberly as Rogue brushed past him. Remy was parking his motorcycle on the driveway when he caught sight of her. He let out a loud, appreciative whistle at the sight of her. For about the millionth time in a row, Logan promised himself too beat Remy senseless if -- when -- he finally broke Rogue's heart.
Which was too bad, since Logan actually kinda like Remy. Lord knew that the crazy Cajun made any mission with him interesting as hell.
Remy and Logan locked eyes for a brief instant. The Rogue was upon Remy, and they exchanged a kiss that was as fleeting and minimal and intense as two people in love could manage.
Rogue jumped onto the the back of the motorcycle, tucking herself in behind Remy, and wrapping her arms around him. Again, the coat she was wearing fell open and displayed quite a bit of bare leg. Remy hesitated for a moment as Rogue's body pressed against his back, as if something had startled him. Then he shook it off, kicked the bike to life, and they took off with a roar.
"She's not wearing anything under her coat," Laura said quietly.
Logan glanced over his shoulder. One of the few people on the planet who could sneak up on him was standing in the doorway behind him.
"I know," Logan replied.
"Does Gambit know?" Laura asked.
"I imagine he'll find out soon enough -- if he ain't figured it out already."
Laura paused to think that over. Then she finally said, "Given her condition, I do not see the point."
Logan shrugged, "They can't directly touch -- so they do a lot of looking. And Rogue is pretty good at making that sort of thing interesting. She has to be."
Laura cocked her head at Logan, "Wouldn't a hand-job be simpler? She always wears gloves..."
Logan tried to keep a straight face, "Some things ain't about efficiency, X. They're about... mystery. Mystery can be pretty exciting."
Laura frowned slightly, "I don't understand."
"Give it time. It'll come to you."
"Can I have a coat like that?"
"Oh, hell, no!"
Laura shook her head in exasperation.
Re: Bathtime!
Date: 2010-10-08 09:32 pm (UTC)Re: The Most Powerful Weapon
Date: 2010-10-08 09:33 pm (UTC)Re: Sweet Justice (third time hopefully is the charm...)
Date: 2010-10-08 09:34 pm (UTC)Re: Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
Date: 2010-10-08 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
Date: 2010-10-08 09:40 pm (UTC)Re: Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
Date: 2010-10-08 09:47 pm (UTC)Blankets | [1/2]
Date: 2010-10-08 09:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, he likes Richard. Likes him a lot, as a matter of fact. Enough, anyway, to blurt in the middle of a rather intense game of tonsil hockey to blurt out, "You should stay over tonight." Richard had paused, eyebrow raised and lips pink, before saying slowly, "Not the response I usually get to that, but I'll take it." Now Jared's got a Richard puttering around somewhere in his house, fishing for blankets so he can crash on the couch. Apparently, in Richard-Land, "staying over for the night" actually means "stay on the couch" rather than "sleep with me in my bed in several senses of the word."
Well, it's a step, and an important one. Jared will take what he can get. Wanting to move slow in a relationship is something that Jared can understand and respect, and it's not like this is exactly a normal situation.
Right now he's sprawled out on his bed in his pajamas, face into the pillow. Normally he'd help out, looking for blankets and such, but Richard had just held up a finger and said, "Please. I am the guest and I will do the work."
"But I'm the host and it's my job to make you comfortable" means diddly in Richard-Land, by the way.
Jared sighs, the sound muffled in the soft cotton of his pillow. A somewhat brilliant plan gone awry by stupid timing and a stubborn partner. Jared should've known better. This is probably his punishment for cockblocking or something. Which, damnit, that's unfair. Jared totally would've made up for that times ten. And it's probably also because Jared sprung it on Richard in a way that means that he doesn't have any pajamas himself (Jared lent him a pair of his smallest sweatpants and a T-shirt and it still looked like Richard was swimming in cloth until they rolled up the cuffs of the sweatpants. There was nothing to be done for the T-shirt. They left that. It still makes Jared smile.) or a toothbrush, or clothes for tomorrow.
This is some shitty revenge, Jared thinks.
"Something wrong?" Richard speaks right in his ear and Jared jumps. Richard laughs a little at him as he shakes his head. "Jumpy, are we?" Before Jared can come up with some witty response Richard continues with, "Well, I couldn't find any blankets." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that Jared's picked up on. "So, I dunno."
Jared knows him well enough to know exactly where he's going with this, because he knows for a fact that there's a few neatly folded duvets in the downstairs hall closet.
"Well," he says slowly, watching every reaction carefully. "I do have a little room here, I guess. If you want."
Blankets | [2/2]
Date: 2010-10-08 09:58 pm (UTC)"You know, I could've sworn there were blankets in a bunch of closets here," Jared mutters, and he can feel the grin against his lips.
"Maybe. I didn't find any and I am a totally reliable source when it comes to those kinds of things."
"Mm. Sure." Jared threads his fingers though the hair at the base of Richard's neck and pulls him down, tracing his tongue along the seam of Richard's lips until he's able to slip it inside Richard's mouth, pulling a groan from his throat.
"So is this a sleepover or something?" Richard teases after a few more seconds of that (which, hell yeah, Jared is making up for the early cockblocking), and Jared grins, hands teasing underneath Richard's shirt and trailing fingers up his ribs, making him shiver.
"That depends. What kind of sleepover did you have in mind?"
Richard full on smirks as he leans down again, breath puffing against Jared's lips.
"The kind that involves less sleep and more 'over', if you catch my drift."
-fin
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:26 pm (UTC)No fic...but...
Date: 2010-10-08 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 10:54 pm (UTC)Nice! Thanks for the fill!
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:55 pm (UTC)Sam looks at him. He's covered in blood, his shoes are wrecked, and Dean's still not back yet.
Gabriel just grins at Sam's bitchface and snaps his fingers.
Later, after the entire beach shrieked as one and left, Gabriel has dragged Sam into the water to get the blood off.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from sharks," he croons, but Sam still hates him.
Even later, he doesn't hate Gabriel so much. Not after the sex on a surfboard on a giant wave that never seemed to end.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:55 pm (UTC)omg I was just listening to that song yesterday! It's on my Red John playlist, actually LOL.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:58 pm (UTC)Gabriel looked down at his present attire with a simple shrug. "What? I was on vacation," he explained taking a seat on the motel bed like nothing had changed.
Sam was still flabbergasted. He didn't know what to comment on. Gabriel was wearing board shorts and a floral shirt for crying out loud! The sunglasses weren't that bad if Sam was telling the truth.
"I'm glad you let us know you were alive. You look like a grandpa," Sam bit out hoping the silent jerk at the end was understood on Gabriel's end of the conversation.
Gabriel's face split into a grin and he got up to meet Sam's frown up close. "How adorable. Did you miss me Sammy?"
Sam tried his best to keep the smile off his face but he couldn't while Gabriel was wearing that shirt, it was just too ridiculous. He smiled but evaded the question.
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Date: 2010-10-08 10:59 pm (UTC)YOU'RE FAR TOO AWESOME TO BE REAL. THANK YOU. \o/
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:02 pm (UTC)Gabriel was on vacation when he died? XD Where'd he go? I'll bet he was in Greenland or something & he's just wearing the beach get-up for fun. \o/
Thank you!! ♥♥♥
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:05 pm (UTC)Castiel gives Crowley an exasperated look and puts the puppy back. "I am selecting one for Dean. What do you recommend?"
"For him? Definitely one from Edith's litter. C'mere, they're awake by now." Crowley tugs Castiel away from the stock Hellhound pups that Hell always has on sale, and brings him to his finest Hellhound bitch - Edith has won more award shows in Hell than Crowley wants to count, and she doesn't eat her mates in the romantic process. If Castiel is getting a pup, he is getting one of quality.
Castiel crouches by the little litter and examines the four pups. One with big black eyes licks his nose immediately.
Castiel picks him up, and knows immediately that this is the pup for Dean.
---
"Will this do, Dean?" Castiel says, holding out a squirming puppy. At least, Dean thinks it's a puppy, judging from outline-made-of-fire.
"Um. I think so." Dean says. "..er. Will it burn if I take it?"
"No, it will not. The fire is so that you may see him." Cas assures him, and soon Dean is holding a squirming puppy against his chest and he's fire-free.
Dean hates Hellhounds, but puppies? Okay. He might be able to like them. Especially after a tongue made of fire licks his nose.
(Dean's always wanted a puppy.)
Cas looks expectant, and Dean clears his throat. "Er, thanks, Cas."
Cas smiles. "You are welcome, Dean. Happy Birthday."
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Date: 2010-10-08 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 11:14 pm (UTC)Gabriel hasn't been playing at being the Trickster since he started fucking Sam, but sometimes Sam sees Gabriel's eyes go cold, and then he vanishes, and Sam doesn't want to know what Gabriel's doing.
There are times during the sex when Gabriel shields Sam enough so he can see him when Gabriel comes, fast and hot against Sam, and that scares Sam more than it should.
For when Gabriel comes, he loses his human mask if only for a moment, and Sam realizes that he's having sex with bright fire and pure power, restrained by human flesh but at those times, blissed out as he feels, he realizes that Gabriel could (should, it's not right for an angel to be restricted like that) let go of his shell and walk upon the Earth properly.
It at times like that when Sam remembers that Gabriel was in a war, against others as terrifying as he is, and then Gabriel regains control and he's flippant and grinning at Sam before flopping down to nap on his chest, cock slipping wetly out of him.
Sam stares at him, wondering why he's still in one piece after that, and Gabriel puts a hand over his face.
"Go to sleep, kiddo," Gabriel mutters, and Sam finds himself hugging Gabriel tighter and obeying.