comment_fic | Wednesday

It's Wednesday, and our prompt today is colors. Maybe one of your characters has a secret favorite color. Maybe they really look great in blue shirts. Maybe they accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) get covered in sparkly green glitter. Your prompt can be silly or serious, longer or shorter, but it must have something to do with a color.

The rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No more than three prompts per fandom
-If your prompts get answered, feel free to post more
-No spoilers in your prompt for at least a week after publication/air date
-If there are spoilers in your fic response, please warn and leave adequate space following the warning to let folks give it a pass.

Please take mercy on our hard working code monkeys and format your prompts properly (and try not to make them overly long).

For example:

-Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1, John/Cam, dress blues
-Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + Grace, Grace makes Steve the pinkest card ever for his birthday
-Sanctuary, Tesla and Magnus, "you're out of red wine again"

Tag=color

Have fun!

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It's not often that Wash finds himself speechless.

Well, okay, he finds himself speechless fairly often – this tends to happen whenever Zoe takes her clothes off in front of him, as a matter of fact, but usually it's in disbelief at his continued luck and wears off in a matter of seconds. But this time is just a bit different.

“Um, lambie-toes?”

“Yeah?” she asks, hand on her hip, her recently removed bra dangling from one finger, and yes, that's distracting, but not quite distracting enough to get his eyes off what she's still wearing.

“Why are you – um – that is, your delicates there, are they-”

Zoe makes herself busy picking up the rest of their discarded clothing, and if he didn't know she's got a stone cold poker face that the Core's biggest gamblers would envy, he'd think she was trying to hide a smirk. “You got something to say, husband, just spit it out.”

“Well, no, I can't actually, which would be the problem, but-”

When she turns back to him, she's got her fingers playing at the waistband of her highly unique garment, so it takes him a second to notice her impatiently raised eyebrow.

Alright then, time to be a man and just confront the issue head on. “Is it just me or did you make underpants out of my old shirt?”

There's smirking going on now for sure as she comes up to him, sliding her arms around his neck. “Waste not.”

“I always was fond of that shirt. Not quite so fond of it as I am now, maybe, but still.”

He gets once last glance at the bright and garish Hawaiian pattern as Zoe responds to his guiding hands and steps out of them, and then he tosses them over his shoulder, cause now he's definitely got better things to think about.

Loud, Hawaiian print panties are a perrrrrrrrrrfect choice for this! A squadron of plastic dinos for you as a reward! -_^

I sense inevitable betrayals in my future! ;)

I can just see Wash's face if Zoe was dressed like that - it was too good to resist writing about!

Heehee, this made me day :D

I can just imagine that Zoe's 'special underwear' drawer has these in it, and a pair with dinos on...

Ha! Now I have a sequel in mind where Wash gets distracted making up stories about the dinos on Zoe's underwear until she beats him with a pillow.

All the internets go to you!

Brilliant and funny fic. Perfection.

Hee, thanks, glad you enjoyed it. :)

Hilarious and fantastic. Very cute, very them :)

Thank you, I'm happy you liked it!

Wednesday - Colors

Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)

Re: Patterned Perspectives (Wash/Zoe, PG-13)