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And it's time for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
And it's time for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-04-18 05:15 am (UTC)The Losers movieverse/Political Animals, TJ Hammond/Jake Jensen, the flower shop next to the tattoo parlor
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Date: 2015-04-18 05:15 am (UTC)Sherlock (BBC)/Elementary, Moriarty + Moriarty, “Well,” she says, eyebrow raised, “aren’t you a disappointment.”
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Date: 2015-04-18 05:16 am (UTC)The Losers (movieverse)/Political Animals, TJ Hammond/Jake Jensen, “And I thought my family was fucked up,” Jake says.
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Date: 2015-04-18 05:16 am (UTC)Dark Angel/Marvel movies, Ben (X5-493) + or / (ex)Winter Soldier, just two broken experimental supersoldiers on the run
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Date: 2015-04-18 05:17 am (UTC)Highlander, author’s choice + Methos,
“In a fair fight, I’d kill you.”
“Well, that’s not much incentive to fight fair, is it?”
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Date: 2015-04-18 08:04 am (UTC)Summer lovin', had me a blast
Summer lovin', happened so fast
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Date: 2015-04-18 08:15 am (UTC)I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you
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Date: 2015-04-18 12:36 pm (UTC)Only you could make a reflective vest look even remotely sexy
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Date: 2015-04-18 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-18 06:58 pm (UTC)“Sammy?” Dean shot up, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. His little brother was standing beside the bed, fingers still clenched in the comforter, hazel eyes wide and terrified. “What is it? What happened?”
“I… I had a nightmare.” Sam whispered, biting on his lower lip. “I think there’s something under the bed.” Dean almost smiled. Monsters were very, very real, they both knew that. But bed monsters?
“Should I check?” He asked, pulling the comforter away from his body and out of Sammy’s hands. Sam nodded quickly, clambering up onto Dean’s evacuated spot. “Okay, Sammy.” Dean fumbled open the nightstand drawer, pulling out a long silver dagger. “Stay here, okay?” Another frantic nod. Dean made a show of tip-toeing over to Sammy’s motel bed, whipping the bed skirt up and flattening himself to the floor, blade extended.
“What if it’s in-invisible?” Sam’s whisper came from behind him.
“Naw, I’d be able to smell it.” Dean straightened the sheets back, tossing the knife on the bedside table. “Do you want to stay with me, Sammy?” He asked as he slid into the bed beside his younger brother. For once that night, Sammy’s eyes lit up.
“Oh please, Dean!” He shoved himself over, giving Dean most of the bed space. Dean settled back down, pulling the comforter over them both and closing his eyes. When Sammy’s whisper came, quiet and calm, Dean couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re the best big brother, Dean. Thank you.”
“Anytime Sammy, anytime.”
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Date: 2015-04-18 07:09 pm (UTC)He wrung his hands together, cautiously approaching the pharmacy counter. He was actually nervous, and if that wasn’t the most ridiculous feeling then he was not an Angel of the Lord.
“Ex-excuse me?” He asked, leaning over the counter at the young woman standing behind it. She cocked an eyebrow. He waited. Finally he understood that she was waiting too. Humans were so strange. “I… I am planning on having sexual intercourse and I need the appropriate sexually transmitted disease prevention device.”
“Dude.” She stared at him, her mouth slightly open.
“I cannot get a STD but I think it’s the proper protocol to use protection anyways. At least, that’s what the internet said…” He trailed off, the woman’s gaze not doing anything to help his nerves. He was totally screwing this up.
“Behind you.” She said finally, pointing her finger. He smiled his thanks and turned around to face the display she pointed too.
“Oh.” He sighed, eyes trailing over the many different boxes on display. He could feel the woman’s eyes on his back.
“Cas?” He heard the chuckle behind him and it warmed him instantly. He could recognize that voice anywhere. Dean. He looked up and Dean was smiling, a rare smile that showed all of his teeth. Castiel loved him this way. “What are you doing?”
“I… Well, you see…” He waved at the condom’s shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Don’t worry, I got it covered.” Dean chuckled again, leaning forward to press their lips together. “I appreciate the effort.” He whispered against Castiel’s lips and Cas felt himself melting.
“Only for you, Dean.”
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Date: 2015-04-18 02:32 pm (UTC)FILL TW (Stiles/Jackson, pg) 1/2
Date: 2015-04-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Stiles shrugged, “I don’t know your charming personally – what difference does it make? I’m here.”
“We’re not friends, remember?”
Stiles easily ignored the memories that filtered in, memories that happened before Scott, before Lydia, of when he and Jackson were… It didn’t matter it was ancient history. Instead Stiles replied, “No, we’re not, but we’re not enemies either. And if your head wasn’t shoved so far up your arrogant ass you might see that.”
The thin line of Jackson’s lips rolled together before he uttered, “Right... you wanted me dead, remember?” then turned away making it abundantly clear he didn’t care what Stiles said now.
It was more tit for tat as Stiles mouth opened, “And you tried and almost succeeded in killing me, not to mention everyone…” The angry words halted and soured in his throat when he saw Jackson physically cringe. Belatedly regretting what he started to say knowing Jackson couldn’t control what the kanima did.
The silence between them thickened as the seconds passed; Stiles watched Jackson’s knuckles tighten on the handle of his carry-on bag, but the teen didn’t move.
Finally it was Jackson who reacted first and turned to glare at Stiles, demanding, his voice bitter etched in pain, “So what the hell is this Stilinski? You draw the short straw? Here to make sure I leave town?”
Stiles swallowed hard staring into Jackson’s steel blue eyes.
Quietly he said, “It’s not like that.”
“No? Then why don’t you explain it to me since no one else is here to wish me a bon voyage.”
Before he could stop himself Stiles replied, “Yeah well whose fault was that? You refused to talk to anyone all summer or allow anyone save Derek to help you out and that was only because he forced the issue. To make sure you could control things.”
Jackson snorted, “What’s it to you?” then he added with a taut sneer, “Like you or any of the others really care or want me to stick around.”
At Jackson’s tone Stile quickly answered. “When you’re being a jackass, no.”
Silently Jackson nodded confirming whatever was going on in his head and turned away. Stiles raked his teeth over his bottom lip, cursing under his breath aggravated at how easily Jackson got him riled up. Going from zero to sixty, almost to the point Stiles was willing to walk away, but something inside of him wouldn’t let Jackson go without saying his peace.
Re: FILL TW (Stiles/Jackson, pg) 2/2
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