Tuesday: Camera!
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scarlet_gryphon, and I'm back with another theme for y'all.
Today’s theme is Camera! Does the click-click-click of a camera's shutter drive someone wild? What's seen through a camera's lens? You're deciding, so prompt away!
Some quick examples:
Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, He never had to take a picture; every inch of his lover was captured in his mind's eye.
Warehouse 13, Claudia & Jinks, Claudia finds a photograph of his sister online, and finally understands why he's so protective of her.
As always, remember to follow the rules:
[tag=camera!]
scarlet_gryphon, and I'm back with another theme for y'all.Today’s theme is Camera! Does the click-click-click of a camera's shutter drive someone wild? What's seen through a camera's lens? You're deciding, so prompt away!
Some quick examples:
Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, He never had to take a picture; every inch of his lover was captured in his mind's eye.
Warehouse 13, Claudia & Jinks, Claudia finds a photograph of his sister online, and finally understands why he's so protective of her.
As always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled, you can leave a new one.
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
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Date: 2011-12-20 12:33 pm (UTC)untitled, PG, gen
Date: 2013-01-16 03:25 pm (UTC)It's in a simple wooden frame, squeezed in-between Peter and El's wedding picture and a 4x6 family portrait from Peter's teenage years. Peter's giving Neal that how are you a real thing? look and Neal's laughing, head thrown back and hand on Peter's arm.
Neither of them noticed when Elizabeth took it, but she gave it to Peter last Christmas, while Neal was sulking at June's loft because some pissy head honcho at the FBI shrunk his radius for a week that just happened to include Christmas Eve to New Year's Day.
(After opening one present each [which included the picture], Peter and Elizabeth shared a nod, got dressed, and headed to Neal.)
Neal didn't know about the picture. He didn't notice it for three days; it replaced a snapshot of Peter and Kramer, and that's what finally makes him see it: no more Kramer on Peter's desk. (Not that either of them realize, yet, what Kramer will do to them.)
Peter expects to be teased, when Neal notices. But Neal just blinks, and smiles, and doesn't get in trouble for the rest of the day.
RE: untitled, PG, gen
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Date: 2011-12-20 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 01:17 pm (UTC)Tis the Season; Avengers (movieverse); Tony & Natasha
Date: 2011-12-21 05:56 am (UTC)Natasha looked up from her paperwork long enough to raise a delicate eyebrow at Tony, who was sitting on the edge of her desk and trying to look as beseeching as possible. It wasn't a look that fit Tony Stark very well. “I find it hard to believe any work went into that scheme at all.”
“It's not a scheme,” Tony protested, rolling his eyes. “Calling it a scheme makes it sound devious.”
“All right, how about ‘that harebrained plot of yours’?”
“That's even worse, now you sound like a cartoon supervillain.”
Sighing, Natasha finally set down her pen so that she could put her full attention into refusing Tony Stark. It had become a fine art for her at this point. “I said no.”
“Don't be like that, come on!” Tony tried to pout but it just made him look confused. “You're the last piece of the puzzle, the last boss battle before saving the world, the last number needed to win at BINGO — ”
“Please stop that.”
“Not until you agree. Look, what happened to your holiday spirit? Being kind to your fellow, uh, human beings?”
“That’s certainly something, coming from you.”
“Don’t be a Grinch, Nat!”
“You’re being childish — ”
“We even got Banner to do it!” Tony interrupted, like that would be the piece of information to seal the deal. “Wasn’t even that hard.”
“Actually, I’m surprised you agreed to it,” Natasha said pointedly, crossing her arms over her chest. “How drunk were you?”
“I was completely sober, thank you.” He balked as Natasha stared at him. “I might have had a few drinks.” More staring. “Enough to pass out afterwards.”
“Get out of my office, Tony.”
Tony held up a hand, motioning for her to wait while he fished his cell phone out of his pocket. “Just do one thing for me. Smile for the camera?” Natasha’s annoyed expression didn’t change as Tony snapped a picture. “Great. Make sure to check S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database later tonight.”
And he was gone before she could snatch the phone from his hands and break it into pieces.
When Natasha accessed the S.H.I.E.L.D. database later that day, as per Tony’s instructions and a terribly unfortunate sense of curiosity on her part, she was greeted by a garishly bright, red and green layout that played “Jingle Bells” no matter what file you opened. Groaning, she accessed each of the files for the Avengers Initiative to survey the damage.
The profile picture of each Avenger, Bruce included, now sported the hero in question wearing increasingly hideous Christmas sweaters. Thor had gone so far as to put on one of those reindeer headbands, and Steve’s sweater had actual pompoms attached to it. A shiny red bow was perched atop Tony’s head, and Clint was wearing a knit hat and mittens. Bruce, looking almost as drunk as Tony, had on a light-up reindeer nose. And someone (most likely Tony) had sloppily Photoshopped a matching Christmas sweater onto the image of Natasha at her desk.
The slight twitch of her lips turned into an actual smile as she checked out the information on Agent Coulson and Nick Fury. More Photoshop work had been done here, decking Coulson out in elf clothes and point hat and dressing up Fury in a Santa Claus outfit, complete with beard. Some additional text underneath Fury’s photo promised coal to everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. for Christmas.
Tony was going to be in so much trouble for hacking their system (yet again), but as Natasha quietly closed out of everything, she figured it was worth it. She wasn’t going to be the one in trouble, anyway, and she had all these lovely photos saved on her computer for potential blackmail situations. Merry Christmas, indeed.
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Date: 2011-12-20 01:59 pm (UTC)Jailbait
Date: 2011-12-20 09:21 pm (UTC)"Seriously," He'd said, "This magazine is over seven years old - do they ever clean up this room?"
But no, all of a sudden it was the most interesting thing since the way that last vampire's guts had splatter-painted the wall. Dean crossed the room to look at the picture Sam was pointing to - a full page ad of a boy leaning against a red truck - and Dean's heart nearly stopped. "Dude, he looks just like you," Sam chuckled.
"Uhh," Dean muttered, trying to think of some way, hell, any way to get the magazine away from Sam. Really, what were the chances?
And then Sam was looking up at him, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. "I was at Stanford that year, wasn't I?" He asked knowingly, smirking as he checked the date on the magazine, and Dean had never before wanted to smack the smug look off his face more than he did at that minute.
"It's not me!" Dean protested, realizing the second he did that it was as good as an admission.
"Oh my god it is!" Sam barked a laugh and nearly fell out of his chair.
"Shut up." He was never going to live it down now, and Dean knew it. "It was for a hunt."
"Hah - sure Dean, whatever you say."
And just for fun, the picture I was inspired by:
http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x92/smirkygirl494/Jailbait/jailbait1.jpg
Big thank you's to Jensen Ackles and his modeling career ;)
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Date: 2011-12-20 02:05 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-01-16 05:07 am (UTC)The reporters came flying towards him, attracted like bugs to a source of electric light. It was no wonder, really, and he was getting kind of used to it by now.
Ever since the news that the famous singer and performer Kurt Hummel had gotten engaged to the also remarkably famous Blaine Anderson, were released to the world, the press had been killing each other in order to be the first to get an interview and take all the details out of them. The impact was such that the couple even had trouble getting inside their own house safely, which made Kurt glad he had his own private bodyguard for the day.
"Move along, guys!" yelled Finn, as he pushed the crowd to allow him to walk.
The boy smiled as he passed by, remembering the days when Finn pushed him around along with Puck, and now he was helping him avoid such fate. Life can be surprising sometimes.
Rachel followed him and as the two got in, Finn declared to the press that the couple was busy right now, that they would talk to the press later. That worked for enough time for him to get inside safely as well.
"Hey Kurt, how was you-" Blaine froze as he noticed they had company. "Rachel! Finn! What are you guys doing here?"
"We flew here as soon as we heard about it!" exclaimed Rachel, pulling him into a hug. "How was it? I need to know everything!"
And everything she was told. How Blaine had made a very fancy dinner all by himself (well, the cook helped, but he handled the decorations), how he sang "Teenage Dream" to Kurt after the meal, and how, after the song was over, he ended up in one knee with a ring on his hand.
"I said yes right away, of course!" exclaimed Kurt. Finn had never seen him happier. "There's a lot of things to sort out and it can get in the middle of my work, I know, but... I just want this so much!"
"Hey, it's okay Kurt" replied Finn. "You should have it. You deserve it."
Kurt smiled as he thanked his half-brother. "Now, I think there's only one little issue left..."
The paparazzi were still at their door. Kurt was determined to go out there and face them, armed with nothing but the truth. That he was getting engaged to the man he loved, the love of his life, and that he was possibly the happiest man on the world right now.
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Date: 2011-12-20 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 02:27 pm (UTC)Smile for the Camera
Date: 2012-11-01 08:39 pm (UTC)According to the victim’s reports, there was a flash and then their clothing was gone.
Only when the Nudes Photographer (as the media called him) took a picture of them, besides the loss of clothing, they became instantly drawn to each other.
“Pete, wait! This is just the artifact!”
“Not for me.”
Steve’s eyes widened at the truth.
“For me neither.”
Two hours later they were bailed out (for public indecency) by Myka and H.G.
“You two should learn not to get caught.” – The British agent winked at Myka.
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Date: 2011-12-20 04:29 pm (UTC)Someone Else's Memory
Date: 2011-12-20 10:40 pm (UTC)He’d pictured the scene between the angel and his brother as one of forgiveness and confessions on both sides, and even dared to hope that Castiel’s temporary death would have shocked Dean past his continuing sexuality crisis – it’s not like he didn’t know they’d fucked, not that Dean would ever admit to it – but no.
Dean and his angel stood at an arm’s length from each other, in the most awkward standoff Sam had honestly ever seen in his life. You’d think they were strangers, or perhaps even bitter enemies the way Dean was clenching his jaw and the stiff set to Castiel’s shoulders. If anything, they’d gone backwards.
And it was honestly painful to watch them.
“Castiel,” Dean addressed his former friend and lover, and his tone was as hard as steel. Sam briefly considered snapping a picture, just so the two of them could see how stupid they were being, but it wasn’t really his place. They had to do this on their own.
“Dean.” Preliminaries out of the way, they both fell silent again, and Sam honestly wondered what had been said between them when he’d gone off to look for the blood, because this was ridiculous.
“If you guys are done with your staring contest,” Sam interrupted them finally, unable to take any more of this, “We do have a hunt to get on with.”
“Right,” Dean answered, snapping right into his business tone and heading for the car without a backward glance, “let’s go Sam.”
He met Castiel’s wounded blue eyes as they tracked Dean’s retreating back, and Sam sighed, not naïve enough to think for a minute that this wasn’t going to blow up in all of their faces.
He started towards the car after Dean, already feeling as weary as if they’d traveled a hundred miles, but hesitated when Castiel made no motion to join him. “Cas,” He began, hoping that he’d come up with some reassurance, something to say, but Castiel saved him from his floundering.
“Perhaps it is best if I don’t join you on this particular hunt, Sam.” The angel told him, and by hunt, Sam had no doubt that the problem was not the hunt, but Dean.
“He’ll come around,” Sam tried to plead, unwilling to see Dean drive the last, best thing he’d ever had out the door just because of his pride, even as he read the doubt clear in Castiel’s eyes.
And then the angel was gone, leaving Sam to get into the car with his brother alone.
“Cas not coming?” Dean asked, and his tone suggested clearly that he didn’t care, but underneath Sam could still read the hurt and surprise that colored it. “Freaking angels.” He turned the radio up almost painfully loud, but Sam knew better than to complain.
Instead, he thought of one of the psychic images he’d gotten from the two of them - back when the demon blood had allowed some degree of telepathy.
It was like looking through a stranger's eyes.
His brother and his angel lay in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and Sam could see his brother’s soul laid bare for the first and only time, twined together with the angel’s grace. They were clearly in love, and he knew that nothing else mattered to them save for each other; no other world existed outside of the bed they'd just made love in. Despite it being his brother, they were beautiful – radiant together.
Sam thought of it and wondered how far it was possible to fall, and how they’d ever gotten to this.
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