Friday: Glasses
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elfgirljen and today is my last day. Today's theme is Glasses. Prompts can be someone dealing with the fact they need glasses, broken glasses, shopping for glasses, sunglasses, etc
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Buffy:The Vampire Slayer, Xander, the chalkboard always looked blurry
any, any, "Four eyes, four eyes!"
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "I don't need glasses!"
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Have a great day!
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elfgirljen and today is my last day. Today's theme is Glasses. Prompts can be someone dealing with the fact they need glasses, broken glasses, shopping for glasses, sunglasses, etcThe rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Buffy:The Vampire Slayer, Xander, the chalkboard always looked blurry
any, any, "Four eyes, four eyes!"
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "I don't need glasses!"
Not feeling feeling the love? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have a great day!
tag=Glasses
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Date: 2013-01-18 01:16 pm (UTC)FILL: Natural Fear
Date: 2013-03-27 12:20 pm (UTC)Then he lost his eye.
Sure, his depth perception was shot but it wasn't as much of a problem as anybody would think. The first time Xander Harris really got the idea that something wasn't right with his eye was in his function in the IWC, a job that required him to read a lot. Then came the panic. He only had one eye, what if some demonic thing had cursed or infected him with something? Or a tumor or even a glaucoma. Xander was pretty sure that one of his grandparents had gone blind because of glaucoma. If it was something natural that was even worse then a personal supernatural attack!
He was an adult and the Director (North America) for the International Watchers Council. He would do this the adult way and go to a doctor, to clear up any possibility for sneaky biology and family diseases messing with him before he brought out his big gun to check the rest. He didn't want to panic Willow if he didn't have to.
#+#
The optometrist made a few notes. "All right, I have found the problem. I already have your dioptric data, you just need to chose the glasses you want."
This didn't sound good at all. It was something biological! He hadn't really believed that, just gone so he could say that it could be excluded. Visions of himself taken out of the action by something as simple as his own human body was a nightmare. He could still work from his office. Even if he needed time to learn braille, there were extra functions Willow could install on his PC for him, programs that allowed him to dictate his texts and read them out loud. It would take a few changes but his work was important and he could still do most of it. He could do this, he was Xander Harris, one of the original Scoobies!
Perhaps They could get a dog for him, one of those trained to help handicapped people? He always liked dogs...
"Did you listen to me?"
Xander came back to reality and focused back on the optometrist before him. "What?"
A big smile. "I said you are a little bit hyperopic. It's not really bad, but you probably have to concentrate more to read and get headaches. That you lost your eye put a further strain on the one you still have. You just need glasses or contacts with a light prescription."
Silence. "That's all?"
"That's all."
Xander was so relieved that it was something so harmless. And he had thought it was something bad. "One last question, do you have monocles?
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Date: 2013-01-18 01:17 pm (UTC)No fic, but
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Date: 2013-01-18 01:37 pm (UTC)The Matrix // Neo + Mouse
Date: 2013-01-18 10:40 pm (UTC)Gearing up in the construct wardrobe, and there was a question Neo had to ask, but considering how ridiculously obvious it seemed, he held back, till he was alone with Mouse.
"What's with the sunglasses you guys wear?" he asked.
"You mean 'the sunglasses us guys wear'," Mouse said, with a grin, as he slipped into a suit jacket that added breadth and swagger to his otherwise scrawny frame. "Don't forget, you're one of us now, Neo my man."
"All right, what's with the sunglasses us guys wear?" Neo asked, patiently.
Mouse reached into breast pocket of his jacket and took out a pair of rimless sunglasses. "Protection, mostly: makes us harder for the Feds to identify. Also helps when you're in a firefight with the man: can't see you blink when you pull the trigger, makes you look more badass."
"Hides your eyes, too."
Mouse slipped the glasses onto his face. "Helps them hide, too: keeps the glare from the codestream out of your eyes, once you get to the point where you can see the Matrix as it is. Keeps you from being blinded by the false light."
"Why do I get the feeling you wear them because it makes you look tougher?"
"You mean me-specific?" Mouse said, raising an eyebrow. He grinned, unfazed that Neo had seen through his own scrim of illusions. "I see why Morpheus likes you: You got eyes, and you know how to see with 'em. You just gotta find what you're supposed to look at, filter out the extra light." Looking up, he called out, "Hey, Tank, give the man his own pair of shades."
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Date: 2013-01-18 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-18 01:49 pm (UTC)Bruce/Pepper
Date: 2013-01-20 11:45 am (UTC)“Bruce? Is there a problem?” Pepper asks, turning to stare at him.
The physicist holds up his glasses and offers her a weak smile. “Just admiring science in action.”
Pepper grins and stalks back to his side, the sea of employees parting for her. She hands him a clean Kleenex and Bruce gratefully wipes the condensation from his glass. He returns the spectacles to his face, and together the two of them head for Tony’s private elevator. Pepper presents her iris to the scanner and the doors open. They step inside, the door closes, Pepper types in her code and has her thumbprint scanned before she is allowed to press the button for the penthouse. She sighs as the elevator begins to rise. “It’s depressing that so much security is needed for an office building; but I suppose that is the price I pay for working with the infamous Tony Stark/Iron Man.”
Fighting a smile, Bruce replies, “Something tells me Tony has more enemies than Iron Man.”
Pepper shakes her head, also fighting a smile. “That man. I swear – he is the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”
“I can imagine,” Bruce says sympathetically as he takes Pepper’s hand and interlocks their fingers. “Speaking of Tony: does he know that we were on a lunch date together?”
“Yes. He was surprisingly okay about it too. I think he understands the attraction,” Pepper adds teasingly.
Bruce blushes, ducks his head, and says depreciatingly, “Or he knows that I’m not a threat.”
Rolling her eyes, Pepper grabs Bruce by the front of his coat and drags him into a kiss. After a moment Bruce’s astonishment recedes and he kisses her back. It is at that point that Pepper pulls back breathlessly and says, “You think somebody who kisses like that isn’t a threat?”
Bruce hesitates for a second before saying, “Point taken.”
Unluckily for the two of them, it is at that moment that the elevator doors slide open. Tony pauses as he walks past, his eyes flickering over the couple. “Good lunch?”
“Yes,” Bruce blurts, uncomfortably aware of how close he is standing to his best friend’s ex, even if they are swaddled in layer after layer of winter coats.
“Good,” Tony replies, for once appearing unsure of how he wishes to handle the situation. After an incredibly awkward pause he apparently comes to a decision. “Expect your lab to be booby trapped next time you go in.”
As Tony walks away Bruce and Pepper share a look. They carefully step away from each other and exit the elevator. It’s one thing to date your friend’s ex, it’s another to rub it in their face.
“That went well,” Bruce says sarcastically.
“You’re right,” Pepper replies sincerely. “Tony could have said and done a lot worse.”
Bruce thinks about that before admitting Pepper is right. “Think I should reward his good behaviour by sending him a bag of blueberries?”
“A batch of blueberry muffins would be better.”
Bruce suppresses a laugh. “I better get on that before he thinks up anything truly horrible to do to my lab.”
“Good plan.” Pepper leans in and presses a kiss to Bruce’s cheek. “I have work to do. See you at eight for dinner?”
“If I’m still standing.”
Pepper rolls her eyes and goes after Tony. Bruce watches her walk away before turning to one of the many disguised screens in the penthouse.
“JARVIS, whose muffins would you recommend?”
“As you are not Mr Stark I will assume that is not an innuendo.”
Bruce blushes as a list of bakeries appears on the screen. “Thank you JARVIS.”
“You’re welcome Sir.”
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Date: 2013-01-18 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-18 01:51 pm (UTC)Coulson/Pepper
Date: 2013-01-18 04:13 pm (UTC)“I’m sorry Miss Potts. Pepper,” Coulson amends when she pins him with a disapproving look. “I’m afraid I can’t comply with your request.”
“It wasn’t a request. And why not?”
“There was a situation at work that meant my contacts and the box containing them was sacrificed for the greater good. My optician says I won’t be able to get a replacement until Monday at the earliest.”
“You wear contacts?” Pepper asks, surprised.
“Yes. These are my prescription sunglasses, which have fortunately yet to meet the same fate as my regular spectacles at the foot of Agent Barton.”
“How come you never mentioned you needed glasses?”
“I didn’t think it was a particularly interesting conversation topic. I’m sorry if it’s something I should have revealed sooner.”
“There’s no need to be sorry,” Pepper says as she winds her arms around Phil’s neck. “It’s my fault for assuming that your entire body would be as efficient as your paperwork.”
“I assure you that my eyes were given a severe reprimand when I learned they had let me down like this,” Phil replies, fighting a smile.
Pepper doesn’t try to fight. She moves in for a kiss, murmuring her delight when Phil’s hands trail up her thighs to settle on the small of her back. The kiss is short, and when it ends Pepper whispers in Phil’s ear, “I suppose I can let you off the hook for wearing sunglasses indoors, on the condition that you lead me to the bedroom right now for a little ‘interrogation’.”
Phil Coulson doesn’t twitch. His cheeks, however, do turn a rather fetching pink. “I think that can be arranged Miss Potts.”
“Then lead the way Agent,” Pepper says with a seductive grin that makes Phil stumble slightly as he reaches for his handcuffs.
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Date: 2013-01-18 02:08 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Mucking about Reese slips on Finch's glasses and realizes they're fake.
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Date: 2013-01-18 03:35 pm (UTC)Not a fill, but...
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