Friday Free-For-All
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comment_ficHappy Friday yet again, ladies and gents. This means that we get another Free-For-All and everyone goes nuts prompting. Or so we hope.
As always, PLEASE note the rules:
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after the air date/ publication.
If there's spoilers in the story, you must warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Please do not leave more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom at a time. If someone answers one of your prompts, you can prompt again.
And, as always... remember to format your prompts in the correct fashion! For example:
Eureka, Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, Wake-Up Calls
Leverage/Burn Notice, Eliot Spenser/Michael Westin, "Mine's bigger"
So, if we can all agree to play by the rules, we can get to prompting! Plus, if you don't see a prompt that bites you take a look at our lonely prompts over here - just because they haven't been answered doesn't make them unworthy. In fact, they're all pretty spectacular :)
Ready, set... PROMPT!
As always, PLEASE note the rules:
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after the air date/ publication.
If there's spoilers in the story, you must warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Please do not leave more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom at a time. If someone answers one of your prompts, you can prompt again.
And, as always... remember to format your prompts in the correct fashion! For example:
Eureka, Jack Carter/Nathan Stark, Wake-Up Calls
Leverage/Burn Notice, Eliot Spenser/Michael Westin, "Mine's bigger"
So, if we can all agree to play by the rules, we can get to prompting! Plus, if you don't see a prompt that bites you take a look at our lonely prompts over here - just because they haven't been answered doesn't make them unworthy. In fact, they're all pretty spectacular :)
Ready, set... PROMPT!
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 04:35 pm (UTC)Jack's was fairly early in their... acquaintance. Really, relationship was too strong a word at that point and they certainly weren't friends. After Callister had died, he'd put Zoe to bed and proceeded to get Stark very drunk. He had a few with the man, but stopped to keep watch over the bereaved father. Seeing his supposed rival broken, devastated, alone but for Jack, and spilling his emotional secrets all over the shop... Jack knew he wasn't doing this out of anything but bone-deep compassion for the man. If Stark was happy to pretend it never happened, then so was Jack. After that it was little moments, that reinforced what he was pushing down and forgetting for Stark's sake, who was clearly trying to win Allison back.
Nathan's was comparatively late. Well, how was he to know? He'd never been very in touch with his own feelings, he'd barely been in touch with Allie's, and he knew what a hash he'd made of that. Of course, here he was proposing for a second time and getting shot down - spectacularly, carefully, and with a slap upside the head. Allie then gave him the lay of the land, step by step. Nathan could count on one hand the number of times he'd felt like an idiot, but this was certainly top of the list.
Sure, they laughed now. In the end, who cares when they knew they were in love. They just were.
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-18 09:03 am (UTC)"Mine's better."
"Size matters more than you give it credit for."
"How you handle it matters more. Don't mean a damn thing, it bein' so big, if it ain't got the right power and maneuverability behind it."
"There's a minimum skill requirement to begin with. The weight and momentum make for a decisive climax."
"....Do I even wanna know what you two are talking about?"
"Swords."
"Oh, swords. Course. Mmhmm --ow!"
"Fencing, Hardison! Fencing!"
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 05:26 am (UTC)http://snowglow1275.livejournal.com/10047.html#cutid1
~John is good at hiding his emotions. No problem.
Until his team would hit the showers after a mission.~
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:50 am (UTC)How I Met Your Mother, one-sided Barney/Robin
Date: 2009-08-14 03:59 pm (UTC)Though he would never admit it to anyone, Barney Stintson couldn't think of anything but Robin. There were the big things, like the times he noticed her laughing at one of his jokes, or when she'd come in with tops that would show off her fantastic rack, but what worried him was when he'd catch a whiff of her hair, or when he'd see her tucking her hair behind one ear. That was when he'd secretly wish that she would leave. He couldn't go anywhere because hello! He was too busy being covered in casts to avoid her or run right out of his own hospital room.
He'd thought and hoped that he'd be over this by now. However, the truth was that their relationship - no, a friendship - began to feel less like just that than... well, than a religion. For weeks, all Barney could do was eat, sleep, and breathe Robin. Maybe it was an effect from being cooped up inside his room for so long, maybe it was because that was preventing him from hooking up with bimbos to get his mind off of her, or maybe it was because she kept coming over and checking up on him with the rest of the gang and gave him reasons to feel both less and more Awesome than he kept pretending to be on the outside. Maybe it was because of that one night they'd shared - which felt so long ago, too long ago - and how it hadn't been just Awesome, but that it had seemed like what nirvana must feel like.
He wondered if he was ever going to get that again.
"Nope," he said aloud. "Not gonna happen."
Then he saw the others. They were all sitting in their chair, crowded around his bed and holding cards, looking at him in slight confusion.
"Um... What?" Ted finally asked him. This was when Barney remembered that nobody had talked for the past five minutes other than saying "check" and "fold".
"Are you feeling okay, Barney?" Robin, who was sitting closest to him, started to get up.
"Oh, yeah. I'm... awesome," he said, hoping desperately that she wouldn't put her hand on his forehead and feel the sweat that had already started to gather there. At the same time, he hoped that she would. "I was just going to say, there's no way Marshall's gonna take this one." He gestured - or tried to, anyway, since his arms were still immobilized - toward the small pile of chips that was sitting at the foot of his bed. "I can see it in his face."
Looking relieved, Robin sat back down.
"Right," Marshall said with a smirk. "We'll see about that."
He did end up winning the pot, and all the hands after that. Barney wasn't really sure why they even bothered playing, but he didn't complain too much since he wasn't able to join in anyway (and because Lily wouldn't let him place bets on who'd win the most games). It allowed him more time to sneak glances over at Robin when he was sure no one was looking at him.
After they left, Barney sighed, trying to get as comfortable as possible and attempting not to dwell too much on how Robin had patted his bed comfortingly before she got up. It wasn't healthy, this - what was it, love? Obsession? Reverence? - thing, he'd settle on thing, that Barney had for her. Yet, in his every waking moment (and sometimes in his dreams), he couldn't deny that he still felt this way.
Before he drifted off to sleep later, he wrote a short, random song in his head. It didn't have a lot of lyrics, but it was pretty catchy.
Robin Scherbatsky, she's so awesome...
He grinned to himself. Okay, so if he ever actually made the song later, he'd have to change the lyrics around a little.
Right now, though? It worked just fine for him.
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-14 05:31 pm (UTC)Rodney glanced at his watch, he had about two minutes before he was later than usual for breakfast with the team (His Team!) so he scanned his inbox. Junk, Junk, Zelenka moaning about something, Miko moaning about something, another from Zelenka, the usual Atlantis round robin of jokes, Updates on regs, oh, One from Jeannie. He clicked and read avidly. When he's scanned the email with his usual speed he slammed the laptop closed and headed off to meet the team (His Team!)
He arrived at the mess hall at the same time as Sheppard.
“Rodney.”
“Colonel.”
They entered the mess hall and joined the blessedly short queue for coffee and food.
“What the?” Rodney tugged on Sheppard's arm, nodding across the mess hall. Simpson was sitting so close to Cadman she was almost sitting in the lieutenant's lap, they were giggled together like, well, girls.
Sheppard grunted and made no comment.
“Er. Sheppard, did we wake up in an alternate universe or something, because this is seriously weird.” He waved a hand in the direction of the rest of the room.
Apart from half a dozen marines slumped around a table in the corner, glaring at everything that moved. Everybody else was smiling, happy, and bunched in couples.
Rodney stared mouth hanging open, while Sheppard stood stock still, a serving spoon with bits of reconstituted scrambled egg dripping from it.
To their left, Lorne and Dr. Parrish were holding hands above the table and making googly eyes at each other.
Chuck and Peter Grodin, had their arms round each other while they stood by a table chatting to Ronon, who had Zelenka sitting on his knee.
Two female marines we're feeding each other bits of toast.
Nurse Boyd was running his hand up and down Carson's Arm.
“Oh. No.” Sheppard dropped the spoon with a clatter.
“A Problem Colonel?”
John spun round to face Caldwell, his arm round Elizabeth's shoulder.
John looked from one to the other.
“Oh John!” Elizabeth laughed leaning into Caldwell's hug. “Didn't you check your email this morning? The new regs?”
Rodney snapped his fingers in their faces
“You mean?..... They've.... After all this time?”
“Yes Dr. McKay!” Caldwell grinned at him.
Rodney being the genius he was took all of 2 and three quarter seconds to put it all together.
He Grinned like a madman and grabbed John's shoulders and planted one right on his lips. A ghost of a smile twitched about John's lips as his slightly slower than genius brain caught up, and he threw himself into Rodney's arms.
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Date: 2009-08-14 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 01:48 pm (UTC)"Gawain was magic," Remus said, staring at Sirius as if he had two heads. Sirius scowled.
"No he wasn't. We would have heard about it." Sirius closed the book and folded his arms over his chest. Remus rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"There's a story about Gawain riding the back of a giant fish, and being able to breathe underwater. He had skin so hot he couldn't be burned by fire. Tell me that isn't magic."
"Yes, but they're just stories. Myths. Verbal tradition, if you will."
"Myths always have a basis in truth, Sirius. Need I remind you of a certain furry little problem?" Remus cocked an eyebrow. Sirius rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Not only was Gawain magic, he was also gay."
"Okay. Now you're pushing it."
"No, really. Chretian de Troyes wrote an epic called Knight of the Cart, which focused on Lancelot, the greatest knight of King Arthur's court. Gawain features largely in the story, and some critics think Gawain was harboring an unrequited love for Lancelot based on his reactions to the events in the tale." Remus carefully kept his eyes on his text as he talked. When he sneaked a glance at Sirius, he found the other boy was staring at him curiously.
"Like what?" Sirius asked, his voice suddenly low and intense.
"Like... Gawain, um, offered to take Lancelot's place in duel, even though there was a good chance he would die."
"Gawain offered his life for Lancelot's?" Sirius repeated. Remus nodded as Sirius got up, walked around the table and crouched down beside Remus' chair. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Sirius asked quietly. Remus' eyes widened. "Which of us is Lancelot?"
Remus swallowed hard. "Well, Lancelot was suave and handsome and strong and very good with women. Everyone loved him. It's not surprising Gawain fell for him. If he did, that is." Sirius smiled.
"What if Lancelot only had eyes for Gawain, and was just too nervous to make a move?" Sirius asked softly. Remus clenched his hands into fists on his lap.
"Gawain would have wanted him to," Remus whispered. Sirius closed his hand over one of Remus' and leaned into Remus' personal space.
"Like this?" Sirius asked before touching his lips to Remus'. It was a fraction of a second, but when Sirius pulled back Remus' face was flushed.
"Yea, probably like that," Remus replied, locking his fingers between Sirius'.
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:07 am (UTC)Clytemnestra’s Children - R, AU, dark
Date: 2009-08-14 01:38 pm (UTC)Dean knows it's wrong. Sam doesn't seem to understand, too excited and curious, but Dean knows. He could stop it—he knows that, too.
But he's not entirely sure Sam would choose him, so he never makes that demand.
He's in this too deep now, anyway. He's spent his whole life watching out for his little brother, keeping Sam safe. He had his chance when he was thirteen, when he made his first kill.
"Dean!" Sam calls from the den. "Come see this."
He looks the woman right in the eye, bringing the knife up to her shoulder. "I realize this is frightening," he tells her gently. "But running or screaming won't help you." He flicks a glance to her kids, both daughters, somewhere between twenty and fifteen. "Or them."
He’s learned that when you’re calm enough, cold enough, threats work just as well as actual violence. He’s so experienced now he rarely has to restrain anyone; they do it themselves because they believe him.
There are tears in her eyes. He smiles and goes to the den.
Once, he'd have been horrified. He remembers the first time Sam showed him a body, what his anger had wrought and his curiosity ensured kept happening.
He doesn’t enjoy the kill, not like Sam. He doesn’t enjoy taking people apart just to see how they work or making them bleed out to see how they die.
But he needs Sam. And if Sam needs him to kill, then he’ll do it.
“Look at him,” Sam says, grinning up at Dean. “He’s not even afraid.”
Dean crouches down beside his brother.
He could have stopped this. He knows that. It’s sick and wrong, and something must not be wired right in either of their heads.
But if Sam will just keep smiling like that, Dean doesn’t care.
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:07 am (UTC)What Do You Like?
Date: 2009-08-22 12:41 pm (UTC)---
Spike had sneaked up behind Lindsey. He loved to do it. He loved to get to feel his smell, give the mix of surprise and fear when Lindsey got aware of him. He drew in his breath for the seconds he had before he revealed his position.
"What do you like?"
Spike saw how the cold shiver went down Lindsey's back. Smiling and waiting for an answer.
"You stop fucking sneak up on me!"
Spike started laughing. "Like you don't actually like it?"
"You should know I do not like it, what do I have to do for your thick head to remember it. What if I had a stake?" Lindsey had turned around to face the vampire.
"But you would never stake me, because then you will miss all the fun we have." Spike said before he took a fast hold of Lindsey's head and kissed the dark guy.
When letting them have some air Spike asked again, "What do you like?"
"Fuck you!" Lindsey worded and then gave an answer more to Spikes liking, "Have a whole night of sex."
***The End***
Re: What Do You Like?
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:08 am (UTC)Alien Chocolate, SGA, John/Rodney (first time)
Date: 2009-08-15 01:58 pm (UTC)alien chocolate
The locals had left a feast for their visitors, leaving them to enjoy their meal as the council discussed their options. If McKay was in his right mind he would have been highly suspicious at that. But he isn't in his right mind. He’s tired, cranky and hungry. At this point he doesn't even care if the food has citrus in. If he stops breathing at least he'll get some sleep.
“Try this." Ronon grunts, thrusting a brown sticky spoon in Rodney's direction. Rodney wrinkles up his nose but doesn't physically have the energy to move away or even give Ronon a lecture. "It'll wake you up and it tastes good too." Rodney glares at Ronon, the effect somewhat diminished as his eyes are half-closed. He grabs blindly for the spoon and shoves it in his mouth, not even caring it had just been in Ronon's.
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 06:24 pm (UTC)"Can I come in?" She asks, and he nods, waving her in. She still makes him catch his breath even if he only lets himself miss her in the early hours of the morning when he's alone and can't fall asleep.
"What's up?" He asks. He knows they're friends - it's a charade, but he needs her in his life, so he'll take it.
"I figured it out," she says. "Where I'm meant to be."
She looks up into his eyes and he understands immediately - because sometimes Angela makes more sense than bugs or slime ever did.
"Come home," he whispered, then she was in his arms and it finally was home again.
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 11:09 am (UTC)Painful Memories
Date: 2009-08-22 12:42 pm (UTC)---
Spencer tried not to show how he was shaking. He had thought that he had come over the things from when he was captured, but seeing the boy tied up, beaten had only remind him again and showed him he hadn't. He had walked away meanwhile the paramedics took care of the boy.
A moment later he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Reid, it's alright. We came in time so the boy will survive." Dean Morgans voice tried to insure him.
Spencer did not turn around, he felt how his tears started running. Survive! he wanted to shouted. What did they know about what you gone through a thing like it. You did not forget it over night. Spencer continue to think.
Like Dean know what he was thinking he said, "You know that I'm at your side, you don't need to go through it yourself. I know this hurt you and you have alright to feel things, and I think you handle it great."
Swallowing Spencer tried to dry his tears and compose himself and then say, "Thank you." Knowing Dean understand him helped a lot. He could only hope that the boy would have someone that did that as well.
"I'm ready to go back. Will they find any relative that can take care of him?" Reid said.
"Hotch is already on it."
Morgan put his arm around Reid. Spencer let him.
***THE END***
Re: Painful Memories
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 08:25 am (UTC)Alec smirks in response, leaning back in the chair without breaking eye contact. “Oh no, I crave contact Eliot. I need it. No, I stay a ‘virgin’ because it’s hard to find someone one who knows how to properly swirl their tongue around my cock. I stay a ‘virgin’ because few people are willing to destroy their gag reflex on what I have to offer because if you get on your knees in front of me you better be willing to do a damn fine job.”
Eliot fights his every desire to prove Alec wrong and suppresses a moan when Alec slowly wets his lips with his tongue. “Is that right, darlin’?”
He nods, eyelids dropping to partially shield his dark brown eyes. “I have a question for you Eliot”
“Hmm?”
“You think you can pop my ‘cherry’?”
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:16 am (UTC)eternity - implied Castiel/Dean, PG, future!fic
Date: 2009-08-14 02:19 pm (UTC)He survived the Purge that destroyed angels and demons alike because Dean asked his brother to spare the being that raised him from Hell.
Samuel rules existence unopposed. He is just and patient, and despite everything, he actually cares about his subjects. He had been one of them. He understood them.
Dean rarely leaves his brother’s side and barely speaks to Castiel except on business. But Castiel has the patience of the eons, and Dean had requested that he be spared.
Since they all three are immortal now, Castiel can wait.
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Date: 2009-08-15 02:54 pm (UTC)Sometimes Logan wondered what quirk of fate landed him here; exactly what karma he was paying off in this lifetime. In the beginning, he had a noble cause and a strong, stunning, if quirky and sometimes hard to deal with girlfriend. Shouldn’t he get some points for being so open-minded about the whole transgenic thing? Shouldn’t THAT count for something? (http://weesta.livejournal.com/785788.html)
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Date: 2009-08-14 11:55 am (UTC)Keep things in leach
Date: 2009-08-22 12:42 pm (UTC)---
It had taken a little while before Dean know that Castiel had been standing beside him and watched what he looked at, though when Dean felt he wasn't alone he just had to ask, "What the hell is it?" Dean was fully aware it had a double meaning and he did want answers to both.
"This is what things will look like if you fail." Castiel answered, not giving anything more.
Dean turned around, staring at the angel.
"You can only dream about it... I do not tend to give in or up." He put all of the disgust he could into his words.
"There might be so that you have to, especially if you can't keep your brother in a leash." Castiel calmly answered.
Then Castiel reached out and stroke Dean over his cheek to Dean's disgusting. Before Dean could say anything more Castiel had vanished.
"Fucking Angel... I hate you!" Dean shouted to the air. He gave the black earth a last look and went in search for Sam.
***THE END***
Re: Keep things in leach
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Date: 2009-08-14 12:28 pm (UTC)Apologetic, Dick/Tim, PG
Date: 2009-12-07 12:59 am (UTC)"I'm sorry too." Better, much better, although in his head he hadn't quite figured it out, his gut was way ahead of him.
A small smile. His own in return and--
Tim didn't usually initiate physical contact so he moved forward on his own and wrapped him in a full on bear hug.
Felt it returned and he got a little carried away with a kiss that was supposed to go on his forehead but... really didn't.
"I'm sorry?" He tried, but his little brother shook his head.
"I'm not."
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