Free For All Friday
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comment_ficHey everyone, sorry for the delay...minor difficulties and all that...
Today is Friday which means it is time for a free for all....all fandoms, all pairings, all prompts....from serious to crack, from anime to horror....bring it on!
Keep the rules in mind, only 5 prompts in a row, no spoilers, etc....you know how this works.
Format your prompts so that our hard working code monkeys can compile them all easily.
For example:
Leverage, Nate, nightmares in the waking hours
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, when the spotlight fades
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, long night
And if you can't find anything that tickles your fancy, visit Our Lonely Prompts
Today is Friday which means it is time for a free for all....all fandoms, all pairings, all prompts....from serious to crack, from anime to horror....bring it on!
Keep the rules in mind, only 5 prompts in a row, no spoilers, etc....you know how this works.
Format your prompts so that our hard working code monkeys can compile them all easily.
For example:
Leverage, Nate, nightmares in the waking hours
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, when the spotlight fades
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, long night
And if you can't find anything that tickles your fancy, visit Our Lonely Prompts
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Date: 2011-08-12 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:07 pm (UTC)Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, when the spotlight fades
Date: 2011-08-12 11:08 pm (UTC)Jensen’s youngest is getting married. KANE has already promised to perform, but he knows all their friends will take their turns singing for the kids as well. Those of them that are left…Riley, Brian, Rosalee.
A muffled curse draws his attention across the room as he watches fingers being flexed to work out the cramp. Hair more silver than blond still falls in waves that hide a pain filled expression.
He starts to admonish his partner then changes his mind. Pot and kettle. He doesn’t listen any better.
Weddings always make him nostalgic, thinking of those that had passed to the other side. Both sets of their parents, Danneel, Jason, Darren…so many.
He’d almost lost Steve and Rosalee in the accident that had taken Darren. He’d stayed home with the twins while they made a quick grocery run. Kids joyriding in a stolen SUV had T-boned the driver’s side killing Darren and badly injuring Steve and Rosalee.
The only thing that saved his sanity was the fact they were in Portland. His Leverage family pitched in to help with the toddlers, taking care of Darren’s body, the hospital, rehab, the studio in Vegas, and when the fighting with Darren and Rosalee’s parents threatened to steal what little sanity he had left Eric had stepped in and kept everything almost civil and out of court.
Once Steve and Rosalee had recovered enough to go back to Las Vegas to settle Darren’s affairs, he’d been fine until the rumors had started flying about the pair. He’d barricaded himself behind Leverage and third album.
David and Jensen finally staged an intervention by locking the three of them in an empty sound booth at Bigger Picture Group. David and Jamie took the twins with his and Jensen’s kids to the amusement park while Jensen babysat the big kids.
Jensen unlocked the door two hours later and joined the pile of bodies that featured him in the middle as he finally mourned for what they’d lost and the three began to heal together.
Rosalee and twins had moved in the next day and never left.
He kept waiting for the craze over Leverage to fade, but it continued to roll. They were two episodes away from the finale for Season 12 when Tim suffered a heart attack. They’d written around pregnancies, concert schedules and accidents over the years, but they couldn’t write around this. The finale for Season 12 was the finale for the show, KANE, Rosalee and The Steve Carlson Band hit the road full time.
Tours, tutors and bodyguards; movies; CDs; packing up Los Angeles and Portland, moving full-time to Nashville. Becoming headliners, buying into Bigger Picture Group; half-time at the Super Bowl; Grammys, Emmys and more awards than they had doors that needed propped open.
Arguments, tears, yelling, sickness and health; slamming doors, puberty, divorce, remarriage, babies; failure and success.
The front door slamming and two sets of feet running up the stairs shook him from his memories. He laid the beautiful wedding invitation on the desk, and picked up the folder underneath. The expression on Eric’s face when he’d handed him the folder before they left the office told him more than he wanted to know.
‘Legends’ appearances; a handful of headline shows in top venues that they’d sold out for years; a lot of headline appearances in second and third rate venues. It seemed their spotlight was fading. He closed the folder and looked back toward to couch to see narrowed blue eyes watching him closely. A small shake of his head and he saw the still trim body relax. Just as he’d suspected, they’d all had enough.
Cont'd in Part 2
Re: Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, when the spotlight fades Part 2
From:Forgot to warn: Off screen character deaths!
From:no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:07 pm (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2017-02-11 06:16 pm (UTC)The music is cooing low and gentle in the background, a thousand sparkling stars up above them in the night sky as they kiss. Perhaps it is his imagination, but he swears feels electricity sparks zip between their lips and he gasps, a moan catching in his throat. He is blushing, he feels his cheeks warm rosy red as Dean leant down to kiss him, his brother’s gentle palms soft on his cheeks. Sam smiles into the kiss, big and bright and beaming, and Dean chuckled fondly and kisses him again, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.
Dean breathes softly against his lips, calls him beautiful and makes Sam blush; the closer he leans in, sinks his teeth into the meat of his throat, the bite wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but sharp enough to send his heart into overdrive, beating frantically in his chest. As the stars twinkle in the night sky, Dean keeps pressing kisses all over Sam’s beautiful face, his cute dimples—his soft lips as he tenderly whispers his name.
One kiss does not satisfy Sam, he wraps his arms around Dean and tugs him closer, before capturing his pink slips into yet another adoring kiss. As their lips dance to a song of love under the diamond night sky, their souls glow with love and devotion as pure love swarms their beautiful bodies.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2011-08-12 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:12 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-08-12 10:43 pm (UTC)Winona was pregnant.
He was going to be a dad.
"Are you sure?" George asked, needing the reassurance.
"Yeah." She said, biting her lip the way she did when she was happy and feeling a bit shy about it.
He scooped her up in a hug and danced her around the room whooping like a fool.
Re: Filled
From:no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:13 pm (UTC)Filled; part one
Date: 2011-08-12 05:33 pm (UTC)It was always the same questions, more or less: where did you see this man, why do you call him the Doctor, what about him drawn you to wanting to discover him again and why was he always your mind and, without a doubt, favourite topic of discussion.
She was getting bored. It was only after two specialists did Amy begin to think this wasn't going to help her. She knew the Doctor was real, and some part of her hoped he would come back to collect her. He would say there was a complication with his fancy time machine, and that he got lost, and then he would offer his hand again and she would take it in a heartbeat. Instead Amy was was sitting in a waiting room, with numerous posters and cards clouding the walls about drink and drugs that she clearly didn't need because she had something else, something oh so much better and more real than anything else she believed in her life.
One day, her Doctor will come back to her (and until then, she would wait).
"Amelia Pond?"
Amy's new smile was fake and wary and small, much like her composure when she sat in the cream coloured room with a desk and thin black carpet. Her new therapist, Dr. Dae, smiled at her calmly.
Filled; part two
From:Re: Filled; part two
From:Re: Filled; part two
From:no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:46 pm (UTC)No fill, Just awe
Date: 2011-08-12 11:31 pm (UTC)Re: No fill, Just awe
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Date: 2011-08-12 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 10:01 am (UTC)Methos has done that. It’s pretty boring, but it does help. Most of the time. There is just a time when your old enough, and bored enough with the world, and plain heartbroken at everything. That just makes you so helpless.
He doesn’t want to die, at least permanently, he just needs some time. Maybe, a lot of time. He has to get away.
So he kills himself, make sure he’s buried nice and deep under the avalanche. It’s effective immortal hibernation.
He’ll wake eventually, and by then the world will have changed, and maybe he’ll be able to smile again.
And then he kills himself. It’s an end, but he still has a new beginning. (And maybe a million more.)
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From:no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 05:50 pm (UTC)(You come in while I'm sitting at the mirror
You wanna say you know that I look nice
I sit in desperate silence and I listen
And with a cutting eye,you know you'd better look twice
'Cos I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
And before you say it looks great
You'd better look again
Red is for the anger that you put me through
And for all those nights I felt alone,will see a shade of blue
I'll add a dash of yellow for the coward that you've been
And the black will be your night ahead
And my shadow in your bed
I'm putting on my war paint
There's nothing you can say to make it better
And there's no apology to change my mind
I guess I could have sent a "Dear John" letter
But it's written on my face,it's war paint time
'Cos I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
And before you say it looks great
You'd better look again
I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
I'm putting on my war paint
I'm on the path again
I'm putting on my (War Paint)
Red is for the anger that you put me through)
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Date: 2011-08-12 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-12 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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