Friday Free-For-All
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comment_ficAnd here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! 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:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, are you singing Lady Gaga?
One Tree Hill/RPS, ensemble, the one where Riley Smith joins the Tree Hill basketball 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:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, are you singing Lady Gaga?
One Tree Hill/RPS, ensemble, the one where Riley Smith joins the Tree Hill basketball team
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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Date: 2011-05-20 05:24 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, Steve + ex-Winter Soldier, post-Cap2
Date: 2015-02-16 04:26 pm (UTC)(post-Cap2 and Avengers 2, gen, pg)
At first, Buc-James wears what Steve gives him and nothing else. For three weeks, he wears a simple white t-shirt and loose sweatpants, goes bare when Steve finally decides they need to be washed, and pulls them right back on after they're dry.
James graduates to other colors, work-out shorts instead of sweatpants, and cycles through five different outfits for two months.
He talks sometimes. Writes notes that become pages and pages long other times, leaving them around the apartment for Steve to find. Steve saves them all carefully, and on the bad days, he rereads them.
Six months after they move in, James disappears for an entire day. Steve does not panic. He doesn't call Stark or Natasha, doesn't text Sam. Instead, he sits his ass on the couch and watches something he'll never be able to recall, because he promised James, back in the beginning, this was not a prison. Steve was not a new handler. He waits.
James comes back just after sunset with a duffle bag. Steve greets with him a big smile and chokes out, "Hey, James, where'd you go?"
“Got clothes,” James says. He drops the bag off in his room, eats dinner with Steve, watches a truly terrible movie about tornado sharks, and then showers before going to his room for the night.
In the morning, he comes into the kitchen for breakfast wearing clothes Steve has never seen before: a blindingly bright orange shirt and red – “Are those blue jeans?” Steve asks.
James looks down at his legs, then back up at Steve. “Thought the serum fixed your eyes,” he says, tilting his head. “These’re green, Stevie.”
Steve blinks, frowning. “They’re red,” he says.
James chuckles, biting his lip. “Sure they are.”
Steve looks from the red jeans to James’ blue eyes and back. “You’re messin’ with me,” he says, trying to hide just how happy he is at the thought. James’ grin just grows.
From then on, James chooses the loudest, most gaudy clothes he can find. It’s weeks before Steve can heckle him about it because it’s his choice and he never asks permission. He never chooses anything black, gray, or white, and some days he’ll invite Steve shopping, while other days he goes on his own.
Steve doesn’t ask why James picks the hideous things he picks. He doesn’t need to.
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Date: 2011-05-20 05:26 pm (UTC)Potential SPOILERS.
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The fuck with this; his kid needs him.
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Date: 2011-05-20 05:28 pm (UTC)Filled, Glee/author's choice, 5 Lives Kurt Hummel Never Lived (1/3)
Date: 2011-05-23 01:15 pm (UTC)Yet, here he is, decked out from head to toe in purple and white spandex, his head protected by a helmet, locked in hand-to-hand combat with Rita's Putty Patrol. To his left and right, Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans, decked out in yellow and black spandex respectively, are waging battles of their own, while Finn (in red), Rachel (in pink, much to Kurt's dismay) and Artie (in blue) coordinate an attack on the latest monster.
Even after the monster has been magically enlarged by Rita and is stomping through downtown Lima Godzilla-style and the Power Rangers have joined their individual Dinozords to become the Megazord, Kurt still has that surreal moment where he can't believe this is his life. It's exciting and thrilling (and okay, maybe Rita's attacks are a bit cheesy and so ineffective they're laughable) and every day, as Kurt carefully selects which article of purple clothing to wear, he feels a warm sense of pride knowing that he's defending his planet from intergalatic takeover. He's confident his mother would be proud.
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Kurt's a creature of the night, prowling around Lima after dark, looking for a bite (quite literally) to eat. His black jeans are tight, his shirt is fitted, and his hair is spiked. He's got a bit of a crazed look on his face, but he exudes sexuality and confidence, and all eyes are drawn to him as he sweeps through the arcade.
He breezes right past Karofsky and his jock followers, lips curling in a cruel smirk as their heads turn, inexplicibly drawn to the sight of him. He might be working just a hint of a glamour to catch their attention, what's the harm? They're not his intended target, not tonight. He heads straight for the pinball machines, where's a dark-haired boy from Westerville standing at one of the machines, his focus solely on the silver ball currently zinging around the playing field. The cacophony of beeps, bells and music coming from the machine are almost deafening to Kurt's supersensitive hearing, but he ignores them, leaning casually against the next machine.
His eyes roam over the boy's body, drinking in the sight of him, and he smirks when the boy finally glances over at him. "Hi," he says.
The boy -- Dalton Academy's own Blaine Anderson -- blinks and then grins sheepishly. "Sorry, you startled me," he responds. "I didn't hear you come up."
Kurt lifts his shoulder in a casual shrug and grins, pushing away from the machine he'd been leaning on and offering Blaine his hand. "Let's go somewhere quieter."
His hips are practically sashaying back and forth as he leads a dazed Blaine out the back entrance and into the alley, and he smirks as he presses the shorter boy up against the building. Leaning in, he gives Blaine a teasing kiss, just a brush of his lips against Blaine's, just enough to make the boy's breath catch.
Six months ago, before he'd become a vampire, Kurt wouldn't have had the nerve to even hold Blaine's hand, and yet, here he is, slotting his knee between Blaine's legs and tilting his boyfriend's head to the side so he can lick at his neck. The wet feel of Kurt's tongue has Blaine shivering and arching his back, and before he can wonder what's come over his boyfriend, he feels a sharp pain at his neck, and then the wonderful sensation of Kurt suckling his skin.
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Date: 2011-05-21 12:59 pm (UTC)Next to an angel, all light and fire and Grace, a human is a small, fragile thing, limited in outlook and understanding, foolishly emotional, and prone to doing things that are bad for them. Humans are bound by space and time, and their perception is limited to what they can see and hear, taste and smell, to what they can grasp between their fingers.
Castiel has never felt contemptuous towards humanity, but he has to admit that when he first pulled Dean Winchester from the pit, he did sometimes feel that humanity were in some way lesser as a result of their incomprehension and inclination towards sin.
These days, on the other hand...
Dean and Sam Winchester remind Castiel of nothing so much as very young angels. They are foolish and too impulsive and don't understand all of the consequences of their actions. They get into constant trouble without ever meaning to - one of these days Castiel is going to work out what it is that inevitably lands them at the centre of a problem, Dean in particular, but so far it has him baffled - and drive Castiel to utter exasperation, to the point where he sometimes just wants to grab each of them, put them in a separate corner, and tell them to stay there for the next half hour just so he can have a moment's peace from their antics.
And yet, at the same time, there is such a depth of goodness in both of them, such strength and determination to do the right thing, and a potential that occasionally staggers Castiel. And sometimes one of them will say something full of such wisdom or truth that Castiel does not know what to say.
But no matter what they do, whether they exasperate or please him, Castiel loves them both, fiercely and protectively, and in his heart he thinks of the Winchesters as his fledglings.
And he hopes that one day, his brothers also will come to understand why their Father was so attached to humanity.
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Date: 2011-05-20 05:33 pm (UTC)Filled, Watchmen (Post movie/ GN)
Date: 2011-05-22 06:46 am (UTC)He'll be sitting on a bench and the sun will flash on hair that's just a little too dark or bright or orange to be the color he's looking for but he'll look anyways. It's never the right person: too tall, too weak, too wrong gendered, too young, too old. Never the man who's face he only knowingly saw less than a handful of times in the fifteen-or so years he'd known him.
Sometimes he'll walking down the street and a sign will atch his eye, "the end is near/night", and his heart will lench in sadness beause he knows that the person holding the sign will not be marching up and down the street like some grim sentinal on watch. They won't be wearing a worn out green wool oat and they won't have a face that was homely but interesting set off by freckles and firey red hair.
Sometimes Daniel stands alone in the kitchen of his and Laurie's little bungalow and strain his ears to hear phantom footsteps coming up from a basement that's thousands of miles away. The quiet is nothing like the quiet of New York.
He can't help wondering, when he watches the people he helped save with something like disgust, if he should have. Can't help wondering if maybe Rorschach was right all along; not about everything, of course, but about the essential nature of humanity.
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