Wednesday: Characters Gone Wild
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sycophantastic again, back for my third day of guest hosting. *waves*
Today's theme is Characters Gone Wild. Yesterday was more of a "how will they realistically react when they reach their breaking point" theme. Today is a "lose inhibitions / do all the things they've always wanted to do" theme. Or heck, maybe they're doing things they never even dreamed of doing. Mind you, it doesn't have to be all about adrenaline-pumping stuff like cliff diving & finally hooking up with that cute guy they know. Maybe it's more of a personal thing, maybe their perception of "wild" is fairly unique. And why are they doing all this, anyway? Who knows! Booze, sex pollen, alien mind control, new laundry detergent, whatever, it's up to you.
Please keep these rules in mind:
Your turn now. Wee!
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sycophantastic again, back for my third day of guest hosting. *waves*Today's theme is Characters Gone Wild. Yesterday was more of a "how will they realistically react when they reach their breaking point" theme. Today is a "lose inhibitions / do all the things they've always wanted to do" theme. Or heck, maybe they're doing things they never even dreamed of doing. Mind you, it doesn't have to be all about adrenaline-pumping stuff like cliff diving & finally hooking up with that cute guy they know. Maybe it's more of a personal thing, maybe their perception of "wild" is fairly unique. And why are they doing all this, anyway? Who knows! Booze, sex pollen, alien mind control, new laundry detergent, whatever, it's up to you.
Please keep these rules in mind:
- Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
Nothing grab your interest? That's alright, there are plenty of Lonely Prompts out there. Feel free to check 'em out.
- Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam/Jess, college AU, they can't tell if he's drunk or just in an incredibly good mood, but since he's never hit on them with this much enthusiasm & they both really like it, they're not complaining
- Hawaii Five-0, Danny(/Steve), one day he just... doesn't wear the tie anymore; it's not much of a change, but it's big for him
- CWRPS, Misha(/any) + any, his idea of wild behavior is acting completely normal ... because that's when they all start to worry
Your turn now. Wee!
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:05 am (UTC)Change: Danny(/Steve), one day he just... doesn't wear the tie anymore; it's not much of a change, b
Date: 2011-02-16 07:56 am (UTC)"Holy shit, hell has frozen over," Steve deadpans not ten seconds later as he walks into Danny's office. "What, are all of your ties at the dry-cleaner's?"
"Ha," Danny replies. "Also, ha. I'll even go so far as to give that one a third ha, Steven. You're truly hilarious this morning."
"You've been here for two years," Steve says. "I think you've left the tie off maybe three times since then, and none of those times have been to work."
Danny blinks, because- "What, you keep a mental catalogue of what I wear? Seriously, you know how many times in the past two years I haven't worn a tie?"
"No, I mean-"
"Because that's a little creepy, a little weird, I'm not going to lie to you here," Danny continues. "That's - why are you smiling at me like that?"
"You like it here," Steve pronounces grandly, like he's figured out some grand mystery. "You like it here and you're getting used to it."
"Maybe I'm just tired of spending such a high percentage of my paycheck at the dry-cleaner's, did you think of that?"
"You," Steve reiterates, poking Danny in the chest, "like it here."
"I am getting used to it here," Danny concedes, and that's all he's giving Steve, honest to God, that's it. "I have ruined more ties since I moved here than I did in the first thirty-four years of my life, thank you very much, and it's difficult to buy ones here that don't have palm trees and pineapples on them, and trust me, I'd rather go without than be personally offended by my own neckwear for ten hours a day. On a good day. With my luck, I'd wear the pineapple one on the day that you and I get locked in some sort of shipping container or something, and I'd be stuck wearing it for six days."
"Anything but that," Steve says dryly as he walks over to inspect Danny's tieless state, and seriously, why does Danny even like this island?
Steve leans in and brushes his lips across Danny's as he rubs his thumb in the hollow of Danny's neck that's usually covered by the tie. "I like it," he offers as he pulls back. And, okay, maybe that's why Danny likes it here.
It sure as hell isn't because of the pineapples.
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:18 am (UTC)holding all the cards - PG, gen, AUish
Date: 2011-02-24 04:32 pm (UTC)Sam's asleep. Wore himself out completely, caught up in guilt. Started the apocalypse, gonna wear Satan to the prom--yeah, he's trying to even the scale. Stupid kid.
Dean still hasn't told him it wasn't entirely his fault. Sam's not ready to listen.
Dean goes for a walk, to a nice little abandoned building he scouted this morning. He's already left all the supplies, and this may be the stupidest thing he's ever done. In both lives.
Alastair’s dead. So’s Azazel, that old yellow-eyed bastard. The both of them, they were masters, and Dean, Dean learned. Even before he thought he was, he learned from Azazel. And he licked up everything Alistair let slip, every twist, every trick, he watched and he marveled and he screamed, whimpered, howled.
But demons, they don’t really have imagination. A million years in the Pit and all of Alastair’s methods were things Dean remembered from research. Humans invented torture and demons refined it, and Dean writhed beneath Alistair, and then Alistair handed him a razor and let him loose.
But Alistair’s dead now. And Dean’s a goddamned moron (God damned him, yes siree Bob), but he sketches out the sigil in his blood and murmurs the summoning.
“What do you want?” Meg demands, wearing a red-head this week. Her hair’s in pigtails and she looks about twenty, if that. She stays at the edge of the room, prepared to attack or flee, and Dean smiles at her.
She was acting all brave last time they met, tormenting him with Bobby’s body while he was still reeling, but now, now they’re on his terms.
“Let me play with you,” he says, imbuing the words with a tone he hasn’t used since Castiel gripped him tight and raised him from Perdition.
Her flabbergasted reaction is beautiful. He’s still smiling.
“Just for a few hours,” he continues, “and then I’ll let you go. We’re old friends, ain’t we, Meg?”
Now she’s frightened, the scent of fear on the air. Damn, but it’s so pretty. He’s missed this, more than he’d thought.
He’s such a monster, now, Alistair’s brightest star. Shouldn’t have left Hell.
“If I play with you,” Meg says, tone strengthening, “what do I get?”
Thinks she’s in control now. Thinks he’s crazy and she’ll get both Winchesters with one blow. He can see every thought crossing her little demon-smoke mind.
But he’s not Sam, and she’s not Ruby, and they’re sitting at his table while he holds all the cards.
“You get to live, sweetheart,” he says, and it might not even be a lie.
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:23 am (UTC)And inordinately amusing. So there.
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:28 am (UTC)*And wanted to watch. And take notes while they did it.
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:05 am (UTC)"Okay, I said he could watch, I didn't say he could take notes!" Kirk yelled, covering himself with the sheet, uncharacteristically self-conscious.
"Come on," Sulu coaxed, tugging his partner's arm to bring him back into bed, "I'm sure he's not writing anything judgmental. Right?"
Spock confirmed, "I am merely making note of what you like, Captain. In case it comes in handy later."
"Why did you even come up with this if you didn't want him in here with us?" Sulu asked Kirk, frustrated that Kirk was still covering himself with the sheet.
"Me? Spock said this was YOUR idea," Kirk answered.
They both turned to stare at the First Officer.
Spock shrugged. "You've drunkenly offered a threesome to me on several occasions, gentlemen. It was only logical that I gather more data before agreeing to such an arrangement."
Sulu and Kirk looked at each other and then back at Spock.
"Sorry, but observation time is over. Sex with us is not a spectator sport."
"Any more," Kirk added.
Spock paused, then put down his notes. He walked over to the bed as he said, "If you think that is best, I concur."
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:31 am (UTC)I'm drunk.
And right now I'm so in love with you.
And I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do.
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:35 am (UTC)Losin' Control (Yeah, I'm All Over The Place) - G
Date: 2011-02-17 12:44 am (UTC)"Andjoo gotta freckle," Gabriel slurred, one hand wavering in the air for a moment before carefully tapping Jensen's cheek. "Right dere." He grinned, as if that was the best thing ever and Jensen sighed.
"I cut you off two hours ago," he muttered, tugging the archangel back up onto the booth seat when Gabriel began to slip. "How are you still this drunk?"
Gabriel waved vaguely at the table surface. "Pfffft. Water inta wine. Oldest trick in da book," he said breezily. "Luci taught me." He abruptly frowned. "I think."
Jensen sighed again and, letting Gabriel sink into a pensive silence as he presumably tried to remember whether or not Lucifer had been the one to teach him how to turn water into wine, looked around the crowded club for Sam and Dean. There had been signs of a succubus feeding on the local college population and so they'd come here, the only club that all three victims had frequented.
The Winchesters were nowhere in sight, though and Jensen resigned himself to babysitting his drunken archangel boyfriend while waiting for them to return.
"Figure it out, yet?" he asked. Gabriel looked up at him, eyes wavering before finally focusing on Jensen, and blinked.
"Wha?"
"Did Lucifer teach you how to change water into wine or not?" Jensen prompted. Gabriel huffed.
"I dunno," he said. "Luci's an assbutt."
"Right," Jensen agreed. "So. Come here often?"
He'd meant it as a joke, but Gabriel had apparently swung into a mood where he took everything seriously. He sat up, peered around at the various bodies around them and sighed.
"Nope. Never been here," he said. He turned to peer at Jensen, leaning in until he was only a couple of inches away. "Did it hurt?"
"Uhm." Jensen blinked, tried to focus on Gabriel's face and, failing that, pushed the archangel back a bit. "Did what hurt?"
"Falling from Heaven, of course. Silly Jenny." Gabriel grinned at him and tapped Jensen's nose. "Boop!"
Jensen let his head fall back against the seat as Gabriel began to hum and doodle on the tabletop with his finger.
"I did not sign up for this."
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Date: 2011-04-10 09:51 pm (UTC)This crime fighter was out for utter destruction. Eye for an eye and left where they dropped. Police were picking up the criminals where they were left in alleys bleeding. Swiftly moving out of the shadows then returning to the dark. Small time thieves picking pockets and purses on street corner buss stops, escapees from Arkham, business that had previously unknown dealings with crime of unsavory industry.
Rumors whispered that Batman had cracked. Or that Batman was the first to get knocked down for some reason.
No one connected the dates. A kind intelligent man named Alfred was attacked one evening as he was leaving a movie theater twelve hours before the first broken body was found by the police.
Bruce Wayne was no longer hiding behind the symbol anymore.
very, very late
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