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comment_ficHere's the 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!
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: 2015-12-05 06:20 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry as a crime lord and Louis’ his boytoy (who is actually an ex-assassin and chose to retire instead of killing his last target (who of course was Harry))
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:21 am (UTC)Fast&Furious movies, Dominic Toretto/Brian O'Connor, he owns you now, she'd said, but no one realized for a long time that it went both ways
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:21 am (UTC)Fast & Furious, author’s choice, if Brian Spilner had been exactly who he seemed
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:21 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author’s choice, season 1 where Stiles’ only surviving parent was his mom instead of the sheriff
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:22 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, flamboyant and a little sinister
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:52 am (UTC)Pretty much all i've had today is sugar and orgasms
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:52 am (UTC)Tim is a child that you physically can't love because he makes it hard for you to even find anything redeeming about him so you debate leaving him forever at the gas station.
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Date: 2015-12-05 06:56 am (UTC)I love waking up with his head head between my legs, it makes me feel special
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Date: 2015-12-05 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-12-05 08:50 am (UTC)Baby, I'm preying on you tonight
Hunt you down eat you alive
Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals
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Date: 2015-12-05 08:51 am (UTC)(740): You're never gonna guess who's blood is on my shirt
(607): Why do I feel like I really don't want to hear the end of this...
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Date: 2015-12-05 12:19 pm (UTC)So, I'm either with my future life partner or my future life taker. And his brother. lol. I'll let you know when I get home alive.
Maybe play down the brother thing, or be a liiiiiiiittle less literal in interpretation, please?
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Date: 2015-12-05 12:20 pm (UTC)My apologies. I'll try not to let my dick interfere with official work duties in the future.
Fill: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis + Tony Stark (Part 1 of 2)
Date: 2015-12-06 03:38 pm (UTC)Tony walked into Foster's lab to find it empty. The large open room was usually filled with interns racing to do the diminutive scientist's bidding, but now silence and calm reigned. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was half past noon, so he figured they must be at lunch.
“Hello,” he asked the empty room, more for the humor opportunity than any actual expectation of an answer. None came.
If everyone was actually all out of the lab for lunch, it must have been Lewis who chased them away like a collie herding sheep. And if Foster was gone too, she must have been on a long science bender and Lewis probably enlisted Thor's help. The promise of intergalactic bed shenanigans was about the only thing that could get her out of the lab when she was on a tear. He should know, since Pepper was often the one person who could coax him out of his own lab when work became too tempting.
He looked over at Lewis' office, which she earned when he promoted her from Foster's assistant to lab supervisor. While she didn't always understand the minutiae of the work they did here, she was excellent at managing wayward scientists, so much so that he even allowed her some control over his private labs, although admittedly that was more Pepper’s doing than his.
The door to the lab was closed and the smart glass windows were currently frosted, but he could just make out two shadows within, one relatively short and the other quite tall. Rogers, he decided.
The Captain and Lewis had become unlikely friends over the past several months since he finally agreed to move into tower following the Washington fiasco. It was almost cute in a way, but he knew between her mouth--which featured no filter whatsoever--and his red, white and blue virginity, Roger was firmly entrenched in the friend zone. Which opened a new train of thought. Did he even know what the friend zone was? He made a note to find out at the earliest and most embarrassing opportunity.
Sudden curiosity overcame Tony about what the two were discussing within her office with the privacy windows in place. Knowing Rogers, it was probably the latest episode of Masterpiece Theatre.
Slowly and quietly as possible, he made his way closer to the office. He couldn’t hear anything and edged nearer. Still nothing, so he risked a few more steps. Just as he was edging up to the door itself to try and listen, it opened, causing him to freeze in place. It was Rogers, his hand on the knob but looking over his shoulder into the office.
“Some of us do have to work for a living,” he heard Lewis say from inside. “Why don’t you go save the world or something?”
“My apologies,” Steve replied. “I'll try not to let my dick interfere with official work duties in the future.”
At that point, Tony’s brain function stopped. One of the smartest human beings in the world, the man who fell through a hole in the sky, found that his brain had encountered something it could not comprehend. He vaguely heard Lewis say, “You do that.”
And then he heard his name. Once. Twice. It was Rogers and he was looking at him with some concern, but still Tony was frozen in place. Then, as if he was breaking the surface of some pool of water--in his mind, he actually heard the splash--his senses returned and the world began moving at normal speed.
“You okay Tony?” Rogers was asking.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said.
The star-spangled hero gave him a small smile and delivered his goodbye to Lewis before walking nonchalantly out of the lab. Tony couldn’t help but watch him leave, at least until he heard Lewis calling his name from within the lab.
“You need something Tony?” she asked.
Tony shook his head and walked into her office, where Lewis was sitting behind her desk.
Fill: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis + Tony Stark (Part 2 of 2)
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Date: 2015-12-05 12:22 pm (UTC)Morning fuck and a coffee. ARE YOU READY TO CONQUER THE GALAXY WITH ME??
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Date: 2015-12-05 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-05 12:26 pm (UTC)We'll be riding horses all the way
Cause boy I feel that men are meant to be
More than the shadows of each other
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Date: 2015-12-06 09:21 pm (UTC)"Hey, Cath."
She's been imagining this moment for so long, pictured herself turning quickly at the sound of his voice, running into his arms and burying her face in his neck.
She's never imagined it like this, in a hospital room half a world away from Honolulu, her face a mangled mess, her ribs not much better, drips and wires and machines doing who knows what all around her.
She's imagined him smiling, sweeping her off her feet, pressing his lips to hers, not standing attention-straight with his back to the door. She's not sure if he's stopping anyone from coming in or inches away from leaving. From the storm she sees raging in his face, in his eyes, neither is he.
"Hey, Sailor."
It's their old greeting, made strange by time and chapped lips, by the bruises on her jaw and her throat. Her voice doesn't sound like her own and Steve visibly winces. For a man with a stone face like his, that's huge and something in Catherine's heart breaks at the sight. She swallows hard, tries to pretend that's what's causing the hurt. "So," she manages. "You know."
He nods, the briefest movement of his head up and down, crosses his arms over his chest, squares his shoulders for good measure. "Yeah, Cath, I know." He holds her gaze for a long moment, then shakes his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"
The answer is easy to give, harder to say. "Orders."
Steve's lips press into a thin line. "So everything you told me last year... the village, the school, that was all a lie?"
Knowing his trust issues, nodding is the hardest thing she's ever had to do. But there's no point lying, not now. If he's here, he knows everything; he just wants to hear it from her, hear how great her betrayal was. "When I came back for Kono's wedding, it was supposed to be over, I was supposed to be done... but then..." She remembers the phone call, the knowledge of what she had to do, the sinking sensation in her heart, in her stomach and her throat closes up. He says nothing, waits for her to speak, and when she can, what comes out is, "I wanted to stay."
His lips are pressed so tightly together all she can see is white and she's sure there are tears in his eyes. "I was going to propose," he tells her and a sob rips itself from her damaged throat.
"I would have said yes," she tells him and it's the honest truth, her dearest wish, the one that even now she'd give anything to have come true. He nods again and she closes her eyes, turns her face away from him so that he can't see the tears fall.
So sure that she's going to hear the soft click of the door shutting behind him, she doesn't realise he's at her bedside until the bed sinks under his weight. His hand is warm in hers, strong and secure, a life preserver to a drowning woman and she turns her hand so that she can grip his tightly, like she never wants to let him go.
"What happens now?" she hears herself whisper and if his eyes are still conflicted, his lips turn up in the tiniest hint of a smile.
"I spoke to your doctors," he tells her. "You'll be out in a couple of days. Let's get you Stateside, get you home."
"And then?" She's pushing her luck, she knows, but she nearly died regretting what she'd done; if he's giving her a second chance, she's grabbing it with both hands.
"Then?" This time, the smile is more than a hint. "We'll start with drinks... and see where it goes from there."
More tears fall down Catherine's cheeks, and it hurts to smile but she does it anyway. "OK."
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Date: 2015-12-05 01:17 pm (UTC)Fill. The Martian, Mark Watney/Beth Johanssen/Chris Beck.
Date: 2016-03-22 08:44 pm (UTC)Thankfully their apartment was on the top floor of a fourteen story building within a gated community, keeping the press at bay, and Mark was getting better and better at fucking with the paps so it no longer caused anxiety but amusement.
“Oh, God, they really printed it!” Chris laughed; he shoved the paper under Mark's nose, where a big, bold headline read, “MARK WATNEY: STILL ILL FROM MARS?” and referenced yesterday's shouting to the gaggle of reporters outside the main gate that he'd been sick all weekend with the shits.
“Did they really...” Beth peered over Mark's shoulder, sizzling pan held away from them, and read through quickly. “Well, that's ridiculous, but I think it'll prove that they've reached new levels of idiocy to NASA Legal.”
The poor people in Legal had been working overtime since Mark got back. Apparently, Teddy'd had to sign off on hiring a new lawyer dedicated to handling everything Watney, including Mark himself.
Page two had pictures from Mark's recent two day drunkfest where he and crew (minus the regrettably responsible Melissa Lewis) ran amok in Chicago, consuming far too much beer and far too little pizza. He imagined that Carly Morton would have his head for it, but hey, he'd proven that Martinez could NOT hold his liquor against a German, so he still counted it as a win.
His tablet beeped with a private message.
“Would we like to take bets on that being Carly?” Chris smirked.
Beth whapped the back of his head and passed the tablet over from where it'd been charging on the sideboard behind her.
And yep, there was Carly's message, Mark, it's really not that complicated. If you stop feeding the trolls, they stop finding you interesting.
Without hesitating, he sent back, Aw, but the trolls are so easy to feed.
Stop. Feeding. The. Trolls. Teddy's going to stroke himself out.
Mark's mouth cracked into a wide smile. You sure that's what Teddy is stroking? Pretty sure he's been eating up all the attention my story has brought NASA.
Her reply came through 90 seconds later. No sex jokes before noon, please. Also, don't make me send you to the sexual harassment seminar—the rest of the world may be in love with you, but I just think you're an ass, Watney. Stop feeding the trolls.
Can I feed the goblins?
When,I'm going to feed you to a goblin came through, Mark laughed and told his lovers proudly, “I think I broke my lawyer.”
“I'll send her the usual flower arrangement,” Beth replied, not even looking up from the book she'd been reading; Chris high fived him over their coffee cups.
RE: Fill. The Martian, Mark Watney/Beth Johanssen/Chris Beck.
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Date: 2015-12-05 04:51 pm (UTC)