Friday - Free For All
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comment_ficHey everyone, happy Friday! As always, it's a free for all.
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Play nice, you all know the rules. Don't forget to use proper formatting. Enjoy!
* 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: 2011-12-30 10:33 am (UTC)bundles of joy, pg
Date: 2012-01-05 04:26 pm (UTC)Across from him, twenty-eight inches of blond, chubby-cheeked baby claps and crows triumphantly.
Look. Dean is trying this... uncle thing. He bought the teddy bears (now dismembered), changed diapers (never again), even makes airplane noises when he's trying to feed it, desperately clutching his masculinity to his chest (or so Sam had said).
Whatever. It's kind of hard when your niece is the daughter of the Prince of Hell.
"She," Sam says, "not it, Dean. We've had this conversation before. And babies look at things. It's part of their cognitive development, you know, focusing on people they love."
"Just because Cas bought you the baby books doesn't mean you had to read them," Dean grumbles.
Sam, from where he is making pureed sweet potatoes, sighs. "I thought you were going to be accepting of my new family," his brother says. Fatherhood has made Sam freakishly patient and, unfortunately for Dean's tendencies, a lot less tolerant of curse words.
"I was. I am. Except for how babies are evil," Dean finishes, ducking a banana projectile. It hits Sam with a wet splat.
The baby coos innocently.
Yeah. Dean would totally believe that, if only he hadn't seen the thing's eyes flash and change color the last time they tried to give it mushy peas.
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Date: 2011-12-30 11:18 am (UTC)make mom and dad proud
Date: 2012-01-01 01:35 pm (UTC)Annie jumps, swivelling around and cracking a nervous smile. "Oh hey, Abed. I'm just off to a... a friend's."
Troy's head pops into existence beside Abed's arm. "The same friend you've been at every day this past week?"
"Yeah," Annie nods.
"But it's Christmas Eve," Abed says, blinking.
"I'll be back later," Annie insists, although she knows the truth that is Jeff's hands, and his voice, and oh, his mouth--
"You've said that every day, and you've never come home until the morning," Troy points out; and well, he's got Annie there.
Annie shuffles her feet guiltily. "Guys, I'm so sorry, I really am, but... I really like him, and I like spending time with him--"
Troy stares. "A boy?"
"A boy," Abed confirms.
"Oh." Troy's eyes glaze over, before he shakes himself out of his imaginations. "Okay, definitely not thinking about that. Don't go there, Troy." He looks at Annie again. "You go get him, Annie."
"Yes," Abed agrees, "make Mom and Dad proud."
Annie looks confused. "Who's who?"
"I'm Dad, obviously," Abed says. "Now go, before we change our minds and make you watch The Raptor 2 with us."
"Right!" Annie sends her housemates a big smile. "Thanks guys. I mean, Mom and Dad."
"Merry Christmas, Annie!" Troy yells down the hallway. "And always remember to use protection!"
Annie squeaks to herself as she rounds the corner. "Oh my God."
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Date: 2011-12-30 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-30 12:31 pm (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2014-12-30 05:19 pm (UTC)Today is a very, very good day. The wall is intact, the nightmares kept at bay, and Lucifer is silent as Hell’s flame burns cold. It is a beautiful morning; a golden dawn rises on the horizon as birds twitter sweetly. The bed they are snuggled up in is cozy and soft, and for once, they are staying in a motel that has a decent heating unit. The room is perfectly warm, and with all calm and peaceful, the boys cannot find a good reason to get out of bed. So Sam doesn’t. He wiggles his toes and stretches his long arms up to the sky, popping out a few kinks in his back as a blissful sigh rumbles from his chest.
When he rolls over, the golden sun filtering through the windows shimmers on Dean’s face, lighting his cute freckles and his soft eyelashes and making him look even more beautiful. Sam snuggles up next to Dean and kisses his shoulder, running his hands lightly through his spiky-fluffy hair.
“’ammy?" Dean doesn’t open his eyes, but he pats around on the bed, trying to find his brother. Sam takes his hand and kisses his fingertips gently, whispering, “M’ right here, Dean.”
“You’re too far away," He mutters sleepily. "Come ‘ere. Come on, let’s snuggle.”
There isn’t even an inch of space separating them, his brother hasn’t let him out of his sight since the wall broke, and Sam doesn’t know how he can be ‘too far’ away from Dean, but he doesn’t argue. He curls up under Dean’s arm and presses his body into his brother’s side, their faces close enough that their lips brush lightly as they share the same breath. He laces their hands together and they hold on as they kiss lovingly, soft and sweet, and share a few butterfly kisses, which make Dean giggle when Sammy flutters his eyelashes over his cheek.
With nowhere to be today Sam is going to stay here with his big brother, cuddling and sharing sweet little kisses—a perfect way to spend the day.
Today is a very, very good day, and Sam is grateful.
(END)
Re: FILL!
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Date: 2011-12-30 12:37 pm (UTC)Fill, In Plain Sight - "Not A Morning"
Date: 2011-12-30 03:49 pm (UTC)“Rough night?” Marshall asked, setting a coffee down next to her and retreating judiciously.
“Shut up.”
“She’s been like that since I got here,” Eleanor said. She watched from a safe distance, her own coffee in hand, sipping at it judiciously.
“She’s always like this,” Marshall told her, joining her to lean against the glass partition of Stan’s office.
“In the morning?” Without waiting for an answer, Eleanor continued, “Most people drink a cup of coffee or two.”
Not lifting her head, Mary grumbled, “Most people don’t considering killing their co-workers first thing in the morning.”
Marshall raised a forefinger. “Actually, that’s untrue. There was a study done on workplace desires, and it came out one of the highest-ranked fantasies was of offing one’s co-workers.”
“That is very interesting!” Eleanor nodded, making her way to her desk, and sorting through the stack of files on top of it.
“Nnnnng,” Mary growled, pushing back from her desk and fixing them both with what Marshall would describe as a ‘gimlet eye’. Snatching up her sticky bun, she hesitated, then grabbed her coffee, and stomped out of the office, slamming her way through the door.
Eleanor raised her eyebrows, shaking her head.
Marshall pushed off the partition and ambled after Mary. “Don’t worry. She’s always like this,” he repeated.
“In the morning?” Eleanor asked, hopeful.
Snorting out a laugh, Marshall hesitated in the doorway. “All the time.”
“I was afraid of that!” Eleanor shouted after him, hearing his chuckle before the door closed behind him.
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Date: 2012-04-28 07:12 pm (UTC)"Still trying to escape?" his captor asked, amusement mingling with his usual elegant sarcasm. "I would think that, by now and after that first time that we met, you would be developing a certain amount of Stockholm Syndrome."
"You've never kept me this long," Hisoka muttered.
"Mmm, no, but I should have, that first time," Muraki said, stepping into his range of sight. "You were such a beautiful creature, even back then. I could have trained you to be more effective bait for this tender trap."
Hisoka turned his face away. "Stop it!"
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Date: 2011-12-30 03:09 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-12-30 11:32 pm (UTC)Sam pauses as he hears his brother’s voice, confused as to why Dean would be talking like that.
“What’s a wee little kitty doing in a big scary building like this?”
Sam stifles a giggle and starts thinking of a way to record this before remembering the Ghostfacers have audio equipment set up in that room.
“Oh yeah, you wuv that belly rub, don’t you? You’re purring so pretty for me… You have a cute little purr. Yes you do. Oh yes you do.”
Suddenly Ed and Harry come thundering down the hallway. “Sam, you’ll never guess what we saw.”
Sam rolls his eyes.
Dean comes out of the room looking like everything is all normal and holding a kitten. He hands the kitten to Ed. “There’s nothing here but this kitten. Sam, let’s go.”
Sam clears his throat, “First, I have to go see Maggie. I’ll meet you in the car.”
At the Motel
Sam turns his laptop so the speakers are towards Dean. “Dean, I need you to hear this. It might be important.”
Dean makes a motion that probably means "play it then".
Sam presses play.
“Who’s so cute?... What’s a wee little kitty doing in a big scary building like this?”
Sam bursts out laughing as Dean rushes to stop it playing.
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