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comment_ficI apologize for the lateness of the post. Today is a free-for-all which means any prompt in any fandom. Basically, anything goes today :)
Just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Make things easy for the codemonkeys:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, graduation night
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Suits, Harvey/Mike, tequila? never again
The Fast and the Furious, Dom/Brian, family
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Just remember the rules:
No more than 3 prompts per fandom
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Make things easy for the codemonkeys:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, graduation night
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Suits, Harvey/Mike, tequila? never again
The Fast and the Furious, Dom/Brian, family
theme=freeforall
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:36 pm (UTC)This Means War, Tuck/FDR, things they never say
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:36 pm (UTC)This Means War, Tuck/Lauren & FDR/Tuck, FDR never met Lauren at the movie store – so he focuses on breaking them up instead of winning her
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:37 pm (UTC)Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, Hank/Sean, I need you to come back
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:37 pm (UTC)Journey 2 the Mysterious Island(/Journey to the Center of the Earth), Hank/Sean + Uncle Trevor, Trevor’s the only one to notice
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:38 pm (UTC)Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, Hank/Sean or Hank + Sean, he’d have carried the kid if he had to
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Date: 2012-02-25 10:04 pm (UTC)Movie Night
Date: 2012-02-26 01:02 am (UTC)John rolled his eyes as Sherlock voiced his opinion for at least the fifth time since the movie had started. "I can't believe you've never seen Star Wars," he said, "Mycroft, what kind of childhood did you two have?"
Mycroft had settled comfortably into John's chair. He still had not given a satisfactory explanation for why he was there in the first place, but he seemed to be enjoying the movie. "That's down to Sherlock, not our upbringing," he insisted, "I've seen all three."
"There are six," Mrs. Hudson corrected him. She had wandered in around the cantina scene with popcorn, and no one had complained when she never left.
"I beg to differ," said Lestrade, "There are only three that count." John had invited Lestrade over because he was the only one who owned the DVDs. Lestrade had brought Mycroft with him for some reason, mumbling something about having run into him on the street.
As the main cast escaped the Death Star in the Millenium Falcon, John mentioned, "I always wanted to be Luke Skywalker."
"Really?" said everyone almost in unison.
"Luke's a bit of a whiner, isn't he?" said Lestrade, "I prefer Han Solo."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi was always my favorite," said Mycroft whimsically.
"That Carrie Fisher is lovely," said Mrs. Hudson.
All four of them turned to look at Sherlock, who was huddled in his chair and very pointedly not watching the movie. After a few seconds of silence, he burst out, "You can't possibly expect me to have an opinion on the matter! I didn't even want to watch this. Why on earth would anyone choose to waste time on a fantasy world when there is so much we don't understand about our own?"
Everyone turned back to the movie with a sigh. A few seconds later, John started laughing quietly under his breath.
"What's so funny?" Sherlock demanded.
John hesitated only a second before answering, "You'd be C3PO."
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Date: 2012-02-25 10:05 pm (UTC)Sherlock's Eyes
Date: 2012-02-26 03:48 pm (UTC)"Are you going to get that?"
"No."
"Why the hell not? It's obviously important, this is the fourth time it's rung in five minutes. It could be Lestrade! It could be a case, get you out of this boredom you've been suffering ever since that explosion!"
Sherlock swung away from the window, his sightless eyes glaring irritably at the space above John's left shoulder. "Or it could be my brother, calling me with another are-you-all-right and an offer to use half the treasury to get me surgery." With a swoop, he once more drew his bow across the strings, and John, who at this point was nearly violin-immune, had to cringe at the ferocity of the ill-pitched note. "Besides," Sherlock added, plopping petulantly into his armchair, "It wouldn't be Lestrade, he knows I prefer to text."
John gaped at the blind man. "You prefer to-- you--" He punched the arm of the chair. "DAMMIT SHERLOCK!" In two steps, he crossed the room, snatching up the phone, but by the time he'd picked it up, it had finished ringing. He sighed.
"Oh, don't be so upset," came the low, infuriating chuckle. "If it's anyone worth paying attention to or Mycroft, they'll call /you/ next."
Sure enough, John's phone started ringing two seconds later. It was Lestrade. Knowing he'd never get Sherlock to willingly talk on the phone, he put the speaker on and let Lestrade describe the details of the case to both of them.
"Brilliant," Sherlock replied as soon as he had the details, childish delight playing across his lips. "We'll be there as soon as we can." Without waiting for Lestrade's reply, he hung up and crossed towards the door. He tripped over a loose edge of the carpet, and John had to steady him.
"We? I have a date with that girl from the library."
"She's a closeted lesbian. Besides, I need my eyes."
"They're in the cabinet above the sink, I think."
"Don't be ridiculous, you know what I mean." He grabbed John's arm with one hand and made for the door, grabbing for his coat in completely the wrong direction. Not that he knew this of course -- John grabbed it and handed it off to him so smoothly that even Sherlock Holmes couldn't tell. Or perhaps he was just so intent on making sure John didn't run away that he didn't pay proper attention to his surroundings; a theory heavily supported by his tumbling down the steps several seconds later, pulling John with him. Neither was badly hurt, but it was painful to both of them how much Sherlock had lost his former grace since their last case -- not that either of them would ever admit it.
"You are the worst pair of eyes I've ever had," Sherlock said, breaking the tension.
"That means a lot coming from someone who puts them in the microwave," John replied with a straight face. For a moment they kept their composure, and then Sherlock giggled and no force on Earth could keep the smile off the doctor's face.
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Date: 2012-02-25 10:06 pm (UTC)Date Night (Star Trek TOS, Kirk/Spock)
Date: 2012-03-04 08:10 pm (UTC)He glances over at Spock to see the Vulcan in question studying the menu as though he expects to be tested on its contents. Collecting data, Kirk thinks wryly, and sets his own menu aside. "Why is it," he asks, "that whenever we go on dates I feel like you're humouring me?"
"Dating is a human concept," Spock replies without looking up.
Kirk rolls his eyes good-naturedly. Should've seen that coming. "What, Vulcan couples don't spend time together?"
Spock finally glances up from his menu. "Of course, but we rarely make such a production out of it." His tone is serious, but his eyes are smiling.
"See if I take you somewhere nice again," Kirk replies with a smile of his own. "I thought you'd be happy to get off the ship for a while."
"I am," Spock replies. "I simply do not understand why you insist on this evening being considered special, when it is in essence the same as every other evening we have spent together in the past few months."
"It is not the same!" Kirk blurts indignantly. "How can you say that?"
Spock raises an eyebrow and puts his menu aside. "We are currently sharing a meal together, during which we will discuss various topics, including but not limited to the details of our relationship. After the meal we will retire to our room to play chess, or engage in intimate activities, or both." He pauses briefly, considering. "Likely both. Then, when we are tired, we will go to sleep." He fixes Kirk with a look. "Tell me, how does this series of events differ from our usual routine?"
"Well, I thought we could go for a walk after dinner," Kirk replies, feeling the argument slipping away from him. "Anyway, that's not the point!" When Spock merely looks at him, he takes a deep breath and continues more calmly, "The actual activities aren't important; it's the meaning behind it that counts." He glances around, lips twisting into a wry smile. "Like booking a restaurant because you know it's their favourite. It's meant to be a way of showing someone how much you care about them." He shrugs, suddenly tired, and adds, "But maybe you're right. Maybe it isn't any different."
He avoids Spock's gaze, surprised at the sudden ache in his chest. Apparently the idea means more to him than he realised. He startles when warm fingers curl around his and glances up to see Spock's expression has softened.
"I believe I understand now," Spock says, and Kirk smiles at the pulse of love and affection that accompanies the words. "You are aware that I do not require these occasional 'dates' to be sure of your affection for me?"
"Yes, well, I can see how it would seem like a silly idea to a telepath, but humans sometimes like to show our love in more concrete ways." He shrugs, still a little uncertain. "But if you're just humouring me, then I guess I might as well stop."
"That is not necessary," Spock replies quickly. "If it pleases you, I would be glad to continue. But I would suggest that we alternate the arrangement of these 'dates'." His lips curve upwards. "I would also like a chance to express my love for you."
Kirk smiles. "And you'll stop acting like you're humouring me by engaging in some ridiculous human ritual?"
Spock's eyes sparkle mischievously. "Perhaps," he replies, and goes back to studying his menu before Kirk has a chance to respond.
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