Friday - Free for All
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comment_ficHappy Friday, everyone! Pull up a chair and let's get some prompts made and filled!
No themes here today, just whatever your hearts desire.
Remember to follow our 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
Also, please respect our code monkeys and post in the following format:
X-Men First Class, Erik/Charles, after the children are asleep...
Star Trek/Star Wars, Author's Choice, blasters versus light sabers ("Mine's bigger than yours!" )
Have fun and go post!
No themes here today, just whatever your hearts desire.
Remember to follow our 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
Also, please respect our code monkeys and post in the following format:
X-Men First Class, Erik/Charles, after the children are asleep...
Star Trek/Star Wars, Author's Choice, blasters versus light sabers ("Mine's bigger than yours!" )
Have fun and go post!
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Date: 2011-07-15 09:10 am (UTC)By Dawn's Early Light (spoiler for 9x11)
Date: 2011-12-29 04:56 pm (UTC)His neck is stiff and he’s grateful that he had the sense to close the file he was working on before he slumped over and drooled on the papers. Gibbs would notice suspicious saliva stains.
Rubbing his neck, Tony tries to remember what time he finally let exhaustion take him, but the best he can narrow it down is sometime after two in the morning.
His eyes feel gritty and Tony stands slowly, wincing in the harsh lights of the bullpen. He could be in the leafy shade of his apartment, looking at the diffuse light of pre-dawn, but he knows he wouldn’t sleep any better there than he would curled up at his desk. He squints as he makes his way to the restroom.
His bones feel sore and he shuffles like a man who is thirty years older than Tony’s actual age. After hitting forty, stretching seems both like an absolute necessity and an exercise in torture.
In the bathroom, Tony splashes cold water in his face, loosening the crust over his eyes and sending wake up messages to his brain. Picking his head up, he checks his hair and then uses more water to fluff up the flat spot from where he’d been sleeping.
He delays actually looking at himself as long as possible, but the chore is unavoidable. Tony has no desire to be the subject to another one of Gibbs’ attempts to ‘help’ him with his issues. As if his boss wasn’t the least qualified person ever to deal with someone else’s emotions.
Facing the mirror at last, Tony searches carefully for signs on his sleeplessness. He has good skin that has stayed taut, not giving him away with bags or pouches. His eyes are a little puffy but more cold water will take care of that.
Satisfied that his secrets will stay hidden, Tony finally focuses on the whole of his person. The man in the mirror isn’t turning into Gibbs; Jethro is wrong about that. He’s been wrong about so many things, but Tony isn’t going to enlighten him.
Gibbs will never know that everything Tony wants is in that basement. That had been a bad moment – when Jethro had come so close to the truth, but then his shot had gone wide and Tony had been able to breathe again around the suffocating fear of discovery. He would much rather that Gibbs thinks he is a pathetic loser than for his boss to ever discern the truth.
With one last glance to make sure the mask is securely in place, Tony turns away from the mirror to begin another day.
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:16 am (UTC)Fill 1: Heat Wave
Date: 2014-05-01 08:23 am (UTC)He maneuver through the crowded aisle. All he wanted was some beer and a pound of hamburger. Burgers and beer—cant beat that on a hot summer day. He was staring at the depleted choices in the beer aisle when a couple kids came screaming by riding on a cart. He took a step to avoid being flattened, bumping right into someone. The contents of the woman's hands clattered to the floor.
"Sorry," he mumbled, dropping down to pick things up. He noticed her toes first—painted pink—and trapped in some kind of strappy contraption that he assumed was meant to be footwear. They looked uncomfortable to walk in, but what they did to her legs set his heart hammering. And her legs were, simply put, perfection. Well toned and tanned calves morphed into supple thighs that disappeared under a flowery skirt. Oh, god. He stood up, trying not to look at her chest that was fighting to escape the halter top of the dress.
"Um, I- Uh, I think..." His mouth went dry and apparently his head went dumb when confronted with a beautiful woman. He needed to get out of the mountain more often. "I think you dropped these." Real smooth, O'Neill.
"Sir?"
Jack's head shot up. "Carter?" He was pretty sure his voice cracked. "What are you doing here?"
She gave him a strange look then picked up the cheese and mustard from his hands. "Shopping."
"Oh, right." His eyes darted around, his thoughts racing to inappropriate places. He needed to think about something else.
"Are you all right?"
"Hmmm, yeah. Why?"
She frowned at him, taking the rest of her items. "You're acting kind of weird."
"No, I'm not," he said quickly.
"That was weird," she pointed out.
"Was not."
"Was."
"Not."
Carter rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, sir." She shifted her weight, looking reluctant to leave. Jack racked his brain to think of a reason for her to stay. They both looked away at the same time. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Right, tomorrow. At work. Which we go to... tomorrow." Where she'll be in a uniform that covered all of the bits Jack was forcing himself not to look at.
Carter was still giving him a strange look. "Okay. Nice running into you, sir." Her lips twisted into a small smile. Jack watched her walk away and—damn him—he couldn't pull his eyes away from the way the fabric of her dress slid over her backside as she went. Things were so much safer in the winter.
Fill 2: Girls in their Summer Clothes
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:38 am (UTC)Fill: "The Same Side", G
Date: 2011-11-26 08:43 am (UTC)For all Kaylee always said they're everywhere, Mal had yet to come upon such a ship in any port they've visited, let alone this backwater town. He knew they had a Firefly because he'd seen those same two men coming down her ramp when he'd been leaving Serenity. He hadn't paid them any mind, then, because he minded his own business, not until the men had met up with a third, older man wearing a very familiar piece of clothing.
"Cap'n!" said Kaylee, "He's got a coat just like yours."
"Does seem familiar, sir," added Zoe.
"Well, then," said Mal. "Maybe we oughta say 'hello'."
The man didn't look up as Mal made his way over to the bar, but he could tell he was watching him. Mal ordered another drink, then asked, "What company?"
The man didn't smile, but his expression was more-or-less friendly. "Ninety-third," he said. "You?"
"Fifty-seventh," Mal replied. "Malcolm Reynolds."
"Jethro Gibbs. I—"
"Boss!" interrupted a voice, and one of the men Mal had seen earlier came up beside them. "Did you know there's another... huh."
He stopped, looking between the two men in their Browncoats.
"I believe Gibbs is aware," said a woman, dryly.
"My crew," said Gibbs. "Tim McGee, Ziva David."
"He's got another Firefly," McGee continued. "The one we saw when we landed, right? Serenity?"
Mal nodded. "She's mine."
"Serenity Valley?" asked Gibbs, and Mal nodded again.
"What do you call yours?" he asked.
"Kate," Gibbs said softly, then frowned. "DiNozzo! We do not have time for that!"
"Not what it looks like, boss," said a younger man, who was leaning against the wall and smiling at both Kaylee and Inara. "These lovely ladies are—"
"My crew," said Mal. "Kaylee, I thought you were headin' back to the ship."
"I was," she said. "But Wash 'n' Jayne spilled some kinda chemical in the cargo hold, and we gotta stay out for a couple of hours. Shepherd said he'd stay with Serenity"
"Tony and I were just catching up on some Guild gossip," added Inara.
Mal frowned at DiNozzo. "He's a Companion?"
Tony grinned. "Depends on who's asking."
"DiNozzo," said Gibbs, in warning. "Did Abby find that part yet?"
"Not yet, boss, I— I'll go help her."
"I'll go with you," offered Kaylee, then smiled at Mal. "I'll be careful, cap'n."
They left in a whirl of noise and color— joining Wash and a girl with dark pigtails who must have been Abby. In the quiet that followed, Mal said, "Buy you a drink?"
Gibbs snorted a laugh. "Oh, yeah."
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:55 am (UTC)A Little Bit of Love - Puck/Kurt
Date: 2011-09-18 02:53 am (UTC)“Go ‘way. Noah.” Kurt’s voice was still raspy and he was still grumpy.
Puck smirked at Kurt before pulling back the covers slowly. Kurt buried his head in the pillows and curled up even tighter as soon as the bed sheets disappeared. “We got to get some more medicine in and you need to eat something.”
“Not hungry,” Kurt turned his head and cracked an eye open to look up at Puck, “Just want more sleep.”
“I know,” Puck nodded slightly amused with how Kurt was acting, “But I made you chicken noodle soup, from scratch and you know what they say about chicken noodle soup?”
Kurt loosened up and rolled closer towards Puck, “What?”
“That it has healing qualities,” Puck waited until Kurt gave in to his prodding and scooted up so he was resting against the headboard of their bed before he handed over the orange DayQuil liquid gels along with some water. Kurt swallowed them down with sleepy satisfaction. “You going to try and eat for me?”
Kurt eyed the bowl of soup and the tray that Puck had carried it into the room before he nodded. Puck settled the tray over Kurt’s lap and watched the cautious sips and bites Kurt was taking. Kurt only made it halfway through the bowl before he set his spoon down with a sigh, “Can’t eat anymore.”
“That’s okay,” Puck stood up to put away the dirty dishes but Kurt’s hand on his hip stopped him. “What is it?”
“Stay?” Kurt rasped out before he coughed into his shoulder. “Miss you.”
Puck felt his chest grow warm before he set the tray down on the end table and toes his shoes off. He walked around to his side of the bed and slipped beneath the sheets. He curled up against Kurt and pressed of warm kiss to the back of Kurt’s neck. “You get me sick there won’t be sex until after I’m better.”
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