Special Free For All, Day 2!
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comment_ficMonday is nearly here... but you can hold on to the weekend a little bit longer with our Special Free for All! All fandoms, characters and prompts are accepted today.
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Leverage, Hardison, a new show to fanboyAnd don't forget to show smaller fandoms some love!
RPS, Michael Fassbender/James McAvoy, shot for shot, tit for tat, give and take
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-02 10:09 pm (UTC)"So have I. One's my captain and saved me in a war."
"My captain saved me on the night before my wedding and then he wouldn't let me kiss him. But he's not the one I really love."
"No," Zoe agrees, "He's brilliant and cares so much about all his crew, but he will never be the first one I think about when I'm in danger. It's funny because Wash isn't even that good looking, but he's perfect, so perfect."
"Rory's the same." Even thinking about him makes her face light up. "You look at him and think 'well, he's okay' but then you get to know him and his face fits him perfectly."
"Yes, and now all four of them are going to be killed if we don't rescue them."
Amy beams and charges her phaser. "For warrior women everywhere!" she yells.
"And their funny little men!" Zoe answers.
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:48 am (UTC)Re: FILL: The Wavelength of Cheeseburgers, PG-13 (2/2)
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:48 am (UTC)FILL: The Morning After
Date: 2011-10-03 08:38 am (UTC)She rolls painfully onto her side and a hammered gold ring falls to the ground from where it had been resting on her chest. It's a typical, even bland wedding band but she would know it anywhere. It's cold to the touch, and never seems to warm; how could it, after being on the Devil's hand for so long?
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 06:49 am (UTC)Minivan Dreams
Date: 2011-10-02 08:05 am (UTC)Baby is one awesome car. There’s no denying it. She’s black, she’s shiny, she’s got leather seats; she’s a friggin’ classic muscle car, man. She’s got a good-looking driver, another good-looking passenger, good music, and there’s an armory in her trunk.
She is one cool car.
But still.
She’s not perfect. No, far from perfect. She’s got millions of miles on her odometer (she’d stopped counting somewhere around Kentucky the 230th time across), she’s got maybe ten original pieces left in her (especially after that first crash), she eats up gas like a dumped chick gobbles up chocolate, she creaks and she groans, and she hates being so goddamned ancient.
She’s not that old in years, but it’s the mileage, baby.
Cold winters, when Dean coaxes her through sheets of falling snowflakes, and piles of snow on the roads, she pushes along, heater sputtering sporadically as she goes. It’s times like these when she dreams.
She dreams of rest, of a warm tarp covering her, of being inside. She dreams.
Dark nights, one or both of her boys bleeding out on her leather seats, Dean’s driving weaving side to side from the loss of blood, she dreams.
She dreams of spilled juice, children’s laughter. She dreams.
Tires squealing, metal screaming, things, angels, people, monsters being thrown into her, denting her, turning her over, crashing her. It’s times like these when she dreams.
She dreams of being driven on special occasions, taken to classic automobile shows, being oohed and ahhed over. She dreams.
But when they’re on the road, just her, Dean, and Sammy, Baby doesn’t mind so much. It’s a long road ahead of them, but it’s times like these when she remembers. She remembers little Dean and baby Sammy in her back seat (sometimes spilling apple juice, orange juice, cookie crumbs), laughing and giggling, cocooned in the safe confines of her big leather seats. She remembers Dean’s exuberant pride when someone stops and admires her. It’s good to be admired; she knows she’s a goddamned pretty car, and she knows Dean enjoys keeping her looking this good. She remembers that year of being locked up in the garage, covered up, put away like all of Dean’s memories of hunting. She remembers how lonely she’d felt until he’d finally taken her out of storage and she remembers how it felt to be just the two of them again, driving out on the open road.
She remembers all this and thinks, “Maybe this life isn’t so bad after all. Maybe this week they won’t bleed on me or crash me. That would be a nice change. Maybe normal is overrated.”
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Date: 2011-10-02 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 07:59 am (UTC)Family businesses aren't always family-friendly [John, pre-series, PG]
Date: 2011-10-02 08:40 am (UTC)Well, no. It wasn't the first time, not at all. Before this there was leaving an eight year old and four year old alone for days at a stretch, and the look in Dean's eyes when he came back, like he'd been so scared that he wouldn't. Before this there was the time fifteen-year-old Dean returned from his first solo werewolf hunt with an empty gun, and John asked how he was, and Dean said he was fine, and meant it.
Before this there were the times that Sammy would try to hide out in the Impala so he wouldn't have to start over at a new school, and the times that Dean was expelled before John even got back. There were the times that John had to instruct his sons to lie, and lie, and keep lying, for all their sakes.
But the first time he really, truly regretted what he'd done to his boys was when Sammy walked straight out that door and into the night, and John told him never to come back.
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Date: 2011-10-02 09:54 am (UTC)1/3 - Norse mythology/Thor movieverse/Glee, Burt/Mama Hummel (Loki), PGish
Date: 2011-10-09 06:22 pm (UTC)(So, yeah. This started out somewhere differently than it ended, and I pictured the movie Loki while writing it, and there are slight spoilers for Glee season 3.)
The first time Burt Hummel ever sees Kathryn Lorenson, she's sitting in the library, reading a book. He stumbles, staring at her as she turns a page.
He sees her again, two days later, leaving a store as he tows a car down the street.
The third time, she walks into his garage and asks him to fix her truck.
"Truck?" he repeats, eyes flicking from her curly black hair to her dainty boots. She's wearing a plain green shirt and a dark skirt, shoes that he thinks might be fashionable, but he isn't sure. Her eyes are bright blue, though as she steps closer, brow raised, they seem to shift into green.
"Is there some reason I shouldn't have a truck, Mr. Hummel?" she asks.
"Nah, of course not," he says. "I'll take a look."
Five months later, Burt asks her to marry him. He's honestly shocked she says yes. She's too smart for him, meant for so much bigger things, but she smiles at him, dances in his arms, whispers over and over what a good man he is.
He's twenty-nine, she's twenty-four, when Kurt is born. They've been married for seven months. Kathryn has no family, but Burt's mother is there. Ma doesn't like Kathryn, never has, but she adores little Kurt.
"He has your eyes," Kathryn whispers, smiling down at their boy. "He'll have your heart."
Burt is so happy, and the years pass, and then when Kurt is seven, he and Kathryn are both in a car accident. Kurt sobs in Burt's arms, crying about Mama telling him to be brave and everything would be alright, and there was light, and Kurt doesn’t have a single scratch on him, but everyone promises Burt that Kathryn died on impact. She didn't suffer.
For three years, Kurt talks about his mother like she’s still there. He fills up notebooks with giant snakes, howling wolves, a half-skeleton woman, two boys always fighting each other, snowstorms and rainbow bridges. He tells Burt that Mama will come back, and he knows things he shouldn’t know. That he has no way of knowing.
But eventually, the drawings stop. The stories taper off. Kurt moves on from his obsession with mythology to fashion and singing and plans on how to get out of Lima. Burt thinks they both might be able to start healing now, and if Kurt takes on more and more of the household chores, if he decides it’s his job to take care of Burt – well, Burt does his best, but Kurt is clever and stubborn and so much his mother’s son. He has her way with words, her determination, her occasionally very cruel wit.
The bullying really takes off when Kurt is twelve. Middle school is an exercise in not taking a flamethrower to adolescents, an uncaring administration, and the parents who should know better. Kurt is quieter at home, and Burt finds a sketchbook in the den, full of blizzards and blue giants and Kathryn. The last page, though, has a dark-haired man with green eyes, wearing odd clothes and curved antlers on his head.
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Date: 2011-10-02 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 12:28 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds, team, they are all serial killers being discussed in a lecture
Filled.
Date: 2011-10-02 03:10 pm (UTC)Peneplope Garcia, who's technological know-how would be awe-inspiring if the devices she used to kill weren't so terrifying. cell phones that electrocuted you when a certain phone number called, exploding laptops, tiny devices that hid whereever there was room and dropped poisonous capsules.
David Rossi, who wined and dined his victims before poisoning their alcohol and watching them drown in their own blood.
They still hadn't found all the vitims, regardless of the number of "trophies" they had found in his basement.
Jennifer Jareau who liked garrotes.
Emily prentiss who had a collection of torture devices that were as varied as the diplomatic postings her mother had when she was growing up.
They had discussed Derek Morgan who had started when he was 13 and never seemed to be able to give his victims the benefit of the doubt, beating them for hours before strangling them with his bare hands. Many of them were on the sex offender registration list.
But now they had finally, finally ome to the really interesting one. Dr. Spencer Reid.
His title was given as his due, after all he did have three doctorates and even in prison he was working on his fourth.
Dr. Reid was younger than the rest, though not the youngest when he started and, to put it simply. he was a genius.
It was rumored that Jason Gideom, the infamous "Seaside Slasher" had taken him as a pupil, but the fact that Gideon's body turned up months later, horribly mutilated, made some think that wasn't the case after all.
Dr Reid would probably never have been captured if it wasn't for the victim who managed to get free of the bindings and whack him with a frying pan before making her escape.
Dr Reid had still been passed out when the police burst in a half-hour later.
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Date: 2011-10-02 11:19 pm (UTC)The shade was a welcome relief from the sun but Simon was still sweating and wishing for a shower. His vest had been discarded and his shirt was unbuttoned just a bit further down than normal, which was a rather large concession for him. They still had nearly three hours to kill before Mal and the others would be back on this God-forsaken planet to get them and Jayne had had the bright idea that Simon should learn how to defend himself..."just in case."
Simon didn't want to think about the "just in case" but Jayne had insisted on a little demonstration.
"No, you can't hold it like that. The kickback will throw your shoulder out...or mess up that pretty face of yours."
Simon sighed and let Jayne rearrange his fingers on the gun. "Like this?" He was trying to pay attention but he kept getting distracted. Having Jayne so close, wearing no shirt, touching him....it was just too much. His thoughts kept wandering to just a few hours earlier, when Jayne had pressed him up against the large oak tree that was providing the shade, pulled his pants down and slid into him as snugly as any hand in it's own custom-made glove.
If he closed his eyes he could still feel the hot breath against his neck and that large, surprisingly soft hand sliding up between his erection and the tree, protecting sensitive skin from the rough bark.
"Doc, are you listening to me?" Jayne sounded exasperated. "You ain't even aiming it right. You've got to hold it up...."
"Jayne, I don't want to do this." Simon said calmly, lowering his hand.
"Okay, fine," Jayne said, pulling out a smaller gun from a strap on his calf. "Now this one..."
"I don't want to do that either."
Jayne shrugged and pulled out a pistol from the small of his back. "Then this..."
"No."
Jayne's eyes got bigger and he grinned from ear to ear, perfect teeth nearly blinding Simon in the bright sunlight. "You want to give Vera a try then? Well, since it's you...."
"No, Jayne, I don't want to deal with any of this."
Jayne shook his head, the smile gone at once. "Simon, now I know things weren't always right between us but now that we're together, I worry about you. And I can't watch over everybody when I'm worried about you and that makes me not be able to do my job right and if I ain't doin' my job right, then somebody's gonna get hurt and Mal might fire me and then where will we be? Me, you and River on the run from the Alliance, set off on some strange planet having to look over our shoulder all the time and worry about who we talk to and..."
"Jayne."
"And besides, if something happens to me and I can't shoot or I get knocked out or hit on the head and go crazy, who's gonna watch out for you then? Or what if we're outnumbered so bad even I can't kill them all and I need you to back me up? I ain't gonna just sit by and let you get hurt, or, 'cause I know what it would do to you, let your sister get hurt, so you just better..."
"Bao bei."
Jayne stopped, ran a hand over his face and glared at his lover. "What? I'm just tryin' to look out for you 'cause I love you and you have to admit sometimes you need lookin' after and..."
There was no stopping him with words Simon decided, so he simply walked up to Jayne and kissed him.
When he pulled away, Jayne licked his lips and was (thankfully) silent.
"I was just going to say I can't concentrate on these guns when you're all hot and sweaty and close." Jayne narrowed his eyes and started to back away, wondering if he smelled bad. Simon caught him before he could move though. He turned Jayne, pushed him back against the same tree they'd used earlier and put one hand on his chest, holding him in place. "I was thinking we should find a cooler planet to practice with the guns. As he spoke, he pressed his other hand against Jayne's groin and felt an answering twitch. "Besides, right now, I'm only interested in learning a bit more about how to handle this..."
Jayne leaned his head back against the tree and took a deep breath as Simon's hand continued to move.
"Well, ruttin' hell, Doc, why didn't you just say so in the first place?"
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