Wednesday- Jobs
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knowmefirst and today's theme is Jobs. Prompts can be anything that is related to jobs, so lets put those men and women in the most awesome jobs imaginable :D
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...
Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, Harry is a wandmaker.
Xmen, Logan/Scott, Scott is a Doctor and then he meets his new patient.
LotR, Elrond/Legolas, Legolas is one of a kind type of thief.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
knowmefirst and today's theme is Jobs. Prompts can be anything that is related to jobs, so lets put those men and women in the most awesome jobs imaginable :DThe 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...
Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, Harry is a wandmaker.
Xmen, Logan/Scott, Scott is a Doctor and then he meets his new patient.
LotR, Elrond/Legolas, Legolas is one of a kind type of thief.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Date: 2014-01-01 10:43 am (UTC)FILL! Weechesters
Date: 2015-06-01 08:41 pm (UTC)Mommy looks exhausted, her eyes are watery and puffy—Dean would be scared and worried about his mom, but Daddy says the tears are not from sadness, but happiness. She’s smiling brightly and shining like sunny sunshine and pretty rainbows. She looks as beautiful as an angel, like the angels’ that watch over him at night when he is snuggled up in his bed, pleasantly dreaming.
She smiles fondly and holds out her hand, beckoning him closer as she cradles his new baby brother. Dean walks slowly, bashful and shy as he takes tiny steps. He holds Daddy’s hand firmly while John leads him over to the bassinet where a precious soul lies.
What if Sammy doesn’t love him? What if his baby brother only loves Mommy and Daddy and not him even though he spent every night for the past nine months singing to Sammy while the baby was inside Mommy’s tummy? Dean stops and gazes up at his daddy, unsure and a little scared. John knows what’s wrong and he is quick to reassure his boy; he picks Dean up and hugs him, brushing his hair softly.
“Sammy’s going to love you, Dean,” John promises. “He is going to look up to you and be your little shadow and he will love you with all his heart.”
Dean takes a big boy breath and nods. He remembers what daddy and mommy told him before the baby was born—it was his job to protect Sammy and love him with all his heart, and to Dean, that is not a job—it’s a calling. He has watched over his mommy all these months, reminding her that she has to eat her vegetables and get a lot of rest because her health is as important as Sammy’s. The baby doesn’t know it yet, but Dean has been watching over him for a very long time, and will continue to do so until the end of time.
Daddy pats his back and carries him over to the cradle; Dean looks down into the bassinet and sees a tiny newborn gazing up at him with hazel eyes. The baby is toothlessly smiling, delightful and happy, and Dean giggles when he notices that Sammy had adorable dimples.
Sammy is tiny and fragile, and Dean wants to wrap him up in his arms and protect him, and make sure he is safe, always. John holds him tightly while Dean leaned down to take Sammy’s little hand in his, being very gentle. He smiles when Sam lightly squeezes his finger.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Dean promises while his parents share a fond look and smile.
Sam coos softly as he holds Dean’s hand, clinging to the loving promise his big brother made.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL! Weechesters
Date: 2015-06-02 02:11 am (UTC)I love especially that Dean sings to Sammy every day before he's born! <3
thank you so much for such a sweet story!!!
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Date: 2014-01-02 01:54 am (UTC)Fill: "What Happened Next"
Date: 2015-06-25 12:57 pm (UTC)"No, man," Eliot said. "They won't."
Hardison realized Eliot was right when a Christmas card came in the mail, showing off Sophie's babybump. We're going to have a baby, the card said, we're going to be parents and couldn't be happier!
Since they needed some sort of cover while waiting for people who actually needed their services, Hardison found himself a job running another bar/restaurant. That experimental cooking, it was amazing, even if Eliot still rolled his eyes about the infused matcha foam and freeze-dried tomato basil pizza (it turned into something crackery and crisp and people kept raving over it).
Parker actually took a job as a bank teller - because if she couldn't play with her money, she could certainly play with someone else's. And she thwarted two robberies in less than six months. There was talk of a promotion to go with her raises.
And Eliot found a little horse farm run by an ancient woman who rescued just about every animal known to man. He'd seen a horse trotting down the road with a couple of dogs, a cat, a goat, and a goose following behind, and figured he ought to stop and try to figure out what was going on. Turned out the horse was smart enough to open his gate and took some friends with him on his journey. Eliot had a little barn apartment on the property, and Hardison thought he'd never seen the man so happy as when the three of them got together on the farm.
They sent a picture back to Nate and Sophie, the three of them sitting on a bale of hay, Parker holding a baby pig, the goose nibbling at one of the buttons on Eliot's sleeve, Hardison wearing a chef's hat.
Maybe after all this time, they'd found a home.
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Date: 2015-06-25 06:39 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: "What Happened Next"
Date: 2015-06-25 07:06 pm (UTC)Glad you like it!
Re: Fill: "What Happened Next"
Date: 2015-06-25 08:11 pm (UTC)SO SWEET I CAN'T HANDLE IT
the rescue animals and the bale of hay and the piglet <3
thank you!!!
Re: Fill: "What Happened Next"
Date: 2015-06-25 08:20 pm (UTC)Parker holding the piglet was just inspired.
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Date: 2015-06-28 12:54 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: "What Happened Next"
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Date: 2014-06-09 12:39 am (UTC)On Dean's other knee he's balancing gauze, scissors, and other things needed to patch Sam up. The bleeding's mostly stopped by now, but Sam keeps hissing and flexing his fingers when Dean sweeps down too hard with the saline wipe. When Dean looks up during those moments, Sam's face looks all of twelve again with the way it's scrunched up and sullen. Dean's not going to chide Sam for how reckless he was with the Wendigo, the evidence speaks for itself. Not the first time Sam's gotten himself into a scrape. Won't be the last.
Dean's fingers catches on the flakes of dried blood on the inside of Sam's arm. The skin looks so pale in contrast; his vein an adjacent line next to the cut.
As Sam twitches, fresh blood seeps out.
"If you keep still, I'll give you a lollipop as a reward," Dean says. He watches as Sam takes a swig from the whisky bottle, the clink of teeth against the glass, followed by the slosh of backwash. Dean's stopped being mad at tasting Sam's spit in his bottles ages ago. It's the same as everything else they share: food, clothes, soap -- blood.
Sam scoffs, but it's lazy and comes out as sharp air through his nose, blowing through the short hairs on Dean's temple. "Think that stopped working on me the same time I stopped believing in Santa."
"How 'bout this then." Dean throws away the used wipes into the trash-can by the bed. "If you keep still, I'll give you a blowjob."
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Date: 2014-01-01 03:53 pm (UTC)Drabble mini-fill
Date: 2014-01-26 09:56 pm (UTC)“Is it ironic that a thief is being shot at by a deranged Robin Hood?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh, history isn’t what you think it is! Robin Hood was actually--”
“Never mind,” Elizabeth said, as she shot her ray gun at the supernatural tapestry that was generating the attacker.
“So, clean up and then back to the city?” El said as they walked through the debris.
“Yes. I told Peter and Neal we were at the Gallery of Medieval Miniatures.”
“And they believed you?” El asked, smiling.
“They always do.”
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Date: 2014-01-26 10:06 pm (UTC)Re: Drabble mini-fill
Date: 2014-01-27 08:23 pm (UTC)It was a really fun prompt :)
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:07 pm (UTC)James Bond (Skyfall)/Sherlock (BBC), Q is the youngest Holmes brother, a world where each of the Holmes brother is a criminal mastermind instead of being ‘good’ guys
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:08 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, Arthur is a thief. Eames is a forger. It’s a match made in heaven (or hell?)
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:08 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt, a world where Schuester became an accountant and never worked at McKinley
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:09 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, author’s choice, a world where Clint Barton never joined the circus
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:10 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki + Odin, the king is dead. long live the king.
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Date: 2014-01-01 04:20 pm (UTC)Mini-Fill: What We Leanred on the Road
Date: 2014-12-03 10:00 pm (UTC)From the crapped backseat that seemed to become smaller with each passing day, to his fathers growing obsession; Sam was ready to run screaming and never looked back. Of course the only thing that stopped him was Dean.
Dean and situations where the universe had figured it wold screw them up, down, left right and six ways to Sunday. As such Sam had learned a good deal of decent and indecent skills, many from watching Dean and others learnt under duress.
And while Dean was an awesome mechanic, Sam knew he was a damn good one too.
Unfortunately, Sam reflected as he settled his feet firmly apart and pushed the wrench with all his gangly teenage strength, the only time he could put his knowledge to work came biting at the heels of dire situations.
With a grunt the bolt gave way and Sam breathed out as he finished spinning it off and squinted at the mess of parts that was the impala.
A muffled groan rang from inside the car prompting Sam to look up from his work.
"Dean?" He called wiping down his hands against his already filthy jeans and rounding to the passengers door. "Hey, need more water?"
Paler than a sheet, and bruised from head to toe Dean grimaced as he tilted his head against the headrest.
He didn't speak other than a thick pain filled sound front the back of his throat. Sam forced a smile, keeping his eyes on his brother and restraining the need touch and reassure himself the bandages were holding and that Dean wouldn't be dying of blood loss. He had checked them not fifteen minutes ago and apart from the thick leather jacket draped across Dean it would be easy to determine if the bandages weren't holding.
"I'll get this finished." Sam promised swallowing the thickness and burn of tears. "Get us to a safe place."
It was a promise Sam himself had grown up hearing from Dean; always and only from Dean. One he had made far less often but no less truthful. He nodded, reassured that apart from the obvious injuries and discomfort there was little more to do to help Dean other than finish fixing the impala.
Sam returned to the hood of the car and settled to his work, ignoring the burn of tears, the tightness of his throat and pounding of his heart and forcing his hands steady.
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Thank you for the inspiring promp!
Ao3 link coming soon.
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Date: 2014-12-05 02:03 am (UTC)Re: Mini-Fill: What We Leanred on the Road
Date: 2014-12-07 02:21 pm (UTC)