Monday: The Apologetic Free For All
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comment_ficHey guys! Sorry for the major SNAFU that ended up with no theme until now. As a sincere apology to the host for this week, we're changing things up a little: Today will be our Free For All, and they will do their themes Tuesday through Friday. So today - all fandoms, characters, and prompts are welcome!
Just please remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompt until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your response you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember our diligent code monkeys and format your prompts properly, including an appropriate length. For example:
If you can't find prompts you like today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts. And please stay tuned this week for our guest host!
Just please remember to follow the usual rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompt until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your response you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
Please remember our diligent code monkeys and format your prompts properly, including an appropriate length. For example:
Firefly, Mal/Kaylee, ain't no greater quality in a man than his sheer stupidity
Cowboy Bebop/Leverage, Spike/Eliot, helluva bounty
If you can't find prompts you like today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts. And please stay tuned this week for our guest host!
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:19 pm (UTC)FILLED: Not This time
Date: 2011-04-18 10:06 pm (UTC)That's what he always said. So very sorry.
Donna. Mickey. Rose. Sarah Jane. So many myriads of others. His wives. His children. His grandchildren.
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
His world.
But here -- now -- standing here holding a weapon on the insane man who is trying to use his homeworld to destroy his adopted world?
He's not sorry.
Not this time.
This time? He is pissed off.
And someone is going to pay.
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-24 09:50 am (UTC)*
Everyone outside the team thinks his heart is made out of stone. It isn´t. We know – at least I do, the others most likely suspect – it´s his old coping mechanism. His mind protecting his heart out of fear of losing his son and ex-wife – and of getting broken.
From the bits and pieces Aaron has told me about his childhood, I´ve puzzled together that his father was a narcissistic man who took his anger out on his wife and son. In the process his father taught Aaron to shield his heart. Now, Foyet has forced Aaron to protect himself the only way he knows how, except this time it´s accompanied by anger.
I can deal with the anger. This subtle force that drives him to stay up until the purple sky indicates the arrival of a new day and leaves my alone in his bed. I try not to let it show how much his indifference toward me hurts, his pain is much greater than mine. One afternoon, when I stop by his place after work, I find him sleeping on the couch with papers and files on Foyet spread over and around him. I ignore the water blurring my vision as I pick up and organize his papers but it´s hard because I don´t know how to reach his heart when it´s so fiercely locked away behind walls of stone.
I can´t deal with him putting himself in danger. Emily drives him home and I bring dinner from a local deli I know he likes. I know something has change as soon as I walk into his apartment. He greets me at the door and carries the take-out to the kitchen. I wonder what exactly Prentiss told him to reach inside of his stone barriers. When he reaches for my arm I shy away from him because I´m scared. Not of him physically hurting me but because I still don´t know what this is. I don´t know if it´s my action or my silence that startle him and make him ask: “Are you afraid of me?”
I turn toward him and make myself look into his uneasy eyes. “No, Aaron, I´m not. Do you think I would be here if I were?”
His gaze changes as he profiles me; I´m leaning my hip against the kitchen bench, resting my hand on top of it while the other hangs by my side, I´m staring into his eyes. I stand perfectly still even though it bothers me that he´s analyzing my words and motives and I really want to fiddle.
Whatever he sees he hides it by looking away. I´m almost certain he´s ashamed. “I´m sorry,” he says and mirrors my posture. He raises his head and looks at me with uncertainty. “I know I haven´t been here for you and for that I´m sorry.”
I move my hand to cover his on the counter. “That is not what has me worried,” I reply and caress his cheek with my other hand. “It´s that you think you have to go through this alone.”
Aaron stares at me for a moment before taking my hand on his cheeks and kissing my palm. “Prentiss said the same thing.” he says and watches as he strokes his thumb on the inside of my hand.
I´m glad that she managed to reach him – and maybe a little jealous.
He´s still angry and people outside the team still think his heart is made out of stone. I know it isn´t.
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:35 pm (UTC)Tangled
Date: 2011-04-18 10:37 pm (UTC)The archangel snoring on his chest is hardly comforting or peaceful. But Gabriel is, to put it simply, a cuddle slut. He twines himself through Sam's limbs, mumbles filthy suggestions in his sleep, and basically attaches himself to Sam like a limpet. It's hardly peaceful. It's more like tangling with a chocolate-flavored octopus. Moreover Gabriel simply radiates heat, as if his angel-ness is bursting at the seams of his vessel. Sam has to throw off the blankets when Gabriel visits his bed, which happens with more frequency now that Dean and Cas have started getting their own motel room.
"Chocolate sauce," Gabriel mutters into Sam's chest. "Lick it off you."
Sam warms his toes on the back of Gabriel's calves and files the suggestion away for later.
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:36 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2011-04-19 08:24 pm (UTC)But no. He'd promised Sam a full week alone with his brother and had even managed to convince Castiel to leave them alone unless they needed help on a hunt.
Gabriel glanced at the calander and sighed. How was he supposed to survive the rest of the week when even pranking had lost it's luster?
He ingnores the chill the unacknowledged follow up question (how was he supposed to survive eternity without Sam?) brings.
"Gabe." comes the prayer he's been half hoping for, though it comes from the wrong brother. "Come get Sam before he turns into any more of a girl."
Without bothering to snap, Gabe appears in Sam's lap. It's a good thing Sam was on his hotel bed becuase Gabriel didn't waste any time getting his hands on Sam's bare skin.
"I missed you." Sam mumbled between kisses.
"I know." Gabe said.
neither said much more that night.
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 09:41 pm (UTC)Supernatural/The Fetch (http://www.laurawhitcomb.com/the_fetch_69775.htm), Sam and Dean, they are conjoined Fetchkind
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-19 06:36 am (UTC)Warning for gay bashing.
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“Faggot!”
Kurt takes the word like he takes the punch. He doesn’t flinch, but he does shield. Rolling his shoulder with the hit without the other kid knowing, and he barely has to think about it.
There used to be days, way back when, where all he would receive were attacks, strategic assaults. They did this to prepare his kind, to make them understand threat and reactions.
Survival is built on very simple principles.
“You fucking queer!”
He doesn’t wheeze under the pressure of the cleat.
Survival is built on very simple principles which this kid lacks entirely. Kurt assesses threat like an elementary math problem.
1+1= 2 (Which is the number of times Kurt has killed)
“You ain’t getting any closer to the locker room, fag!”
2+2= this kid is an idiot with no self preservation skills.
Kurt rolls onto his side and assumes a protective position straight out of the training books. His instructors would be proud, aside from the lack of initiative on his side of the “fight”, but he figures they would rather he didn’t murder every person that decided his being gay was an offence to their delicate sensibilities.
He wonders how many of his brothers and sisters have done what he’s doing, how often do they have to pretend like they don’t know how to fight, or even letting themselves get hurt.
Once, just once when he first got out, he fought back. He was hitchhiking his way through farmland and some trucker didn’t like the way Kurt looked at him, and he tried to bust in his head. The trucker started moving and Kurt ended it. That time he didn’t think.
Kurt might pity the jock, if he wasn’t so angry.
He keeps that anger away, levels it out in his gut and shuts down the adrenal response as best he can.
“Fucking sissy!”
Kurt grinds his teeth, thinking up seventy two different ways he can inflict the most amount of pain possible without the final outcome of death.
He assesses those options for half a second before fear spikes through him and he shuts down the thought.
Kurt breathes and takes another hit because he can and the jock certainly can’t.
He just hopes Puck White Knights it soon and sweeps him off his feet and this kid into a wall.
Just because he won't fight back doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy Puck fighting for him, and oh what a sight it is to see someone else fight for you.
Kurt smiles into his belly and sings a tune to himself.
Puck will be here soon and he can get on with his day.
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