Friday: Colors

[x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m x_disturbed_x and it’s been a fun week of hosting! :D Today’s theme is color so prompts must have something to do with a color.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Jessica Jones, Jessica Jones & Patricia Walker, lips as red as blood
Author’s Choice, Author’s Choice, “The little pink plus sign is so unholy.”


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[vyperdd.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Author's choice, green with envy

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, red and gold

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, red and blue

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, pink or blue

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Tony watches as Sam looks at his watch, then at the door, then back to his watch again, his lips pressed into a thin line. 

Natasha hasn't taken her eyes off the door, her foot tapping a rapid fire pattern against the cool tile. 

"I do not understand the delay." Thor looks down at Jane, who is chewing her bottom lip, her brow knit in a frown. "Do sono... grams..." He stumbles over the word. "Usually take this long?"

Jane shrugs, glances over at Clint, the only person in the room with experience in these matters. "It takes as long as it takes," Clint tells them. "Though I remember waiting for over an hour one time..."

Tony tuts, crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't know why I couldn't have just bought one of  the machines. They wouldn't have even had to leave the tower. Or I could make one..." He stops speaking, moves his hands like he's drawing the schematics and Pepper leans forward, closes one hand over his wrist. 

"No." Her voice is gentle but firm and Tony's hands fall to his side. 

"Spoilsport."

From the look on Pepper's face she's about to say something steely and decidedly impolite but then the door opens and Steve and Darcy walk in. "Well?" Tony says, "Which is it? Pink or blue?" 

The words are out of his mouth before he even registers that Steve looks like he's been hit by a truck, that Darcy's eyes are red and swollen. There's a balled up tissue in her hand and a tremulous smile around her lips and Jane stands, takes a step towards her but stops, like she's afraid of what she's going to hear. "Darcy?" she asks and Tony's mouth goes dry, the betting pool suddenly very unimportant. 

"Steve?" His own voice is quiet, most unlike him, he knows, and maybe that's what breaks through to Steve, has him looking right at him. "Pink or blue?" Tony asks again because he refuses to accept that anything can go wrong with these two, not after all they've been through to get this far. 

Steve looks down at Darcy, the same sort of smile she's wearing coming to his own lips. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulls her close against him and says one little word that changes everything. 

"Both."

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Scorpion, Walter O'Brien/Paige Dineen, red and black

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Martian, Beth Johanssen/Chris Beck, blue and green

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, purple glitter pen

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Fury stalked into Phil’s office without even waiting for a come in after his short quick knock.



“Director. What can I do for you?”



“You can teach your boy how to use the sucking tablet to do his After Action Reports.”



“First of all his not ‘my boy’.”



“Boyfriend, lover, subordinate, friend. Whatever the fuck you want to call him.”



“I believe the term you are at a loss for is partner.”



“I am not here to debate proper terminology with you.  I want you to reach him to use a tablet, he’ll even one of Starks fucking Starkpads to do his AARs.”



“I don’t need to teach him to use either, he is quite good on the computer.”



Fury just growled. And thrust a stack of papers at Coulson. “Then explain to me why I continue to get his reports filled out with a purple glitter pen?  That shot gets everywhere.”



“The situation might remedy itself if you considered giving him the requested time off instead of more missions?”



“The fucker,” Fury growled dumping the papers in a shower of purple sparkly ink down on Phil’s desk. “Approved.”



“All 6 weeks?”



“Yes.”



“Thank you sir.  The appropriate forms will be in your inbox as soon as we have the approved leave forms filed and approved.”



“Some days I really hate you Phil,” he said knowing he’d been had by the both of them. Looking down at his hands he saw the remnants of that purple glitter pen on his hands. He’d never admit to either of those assholes that had been very well played.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Sif, Sif seems to like Darcy's rainbow-coloured shirt

Fill, Rainbows

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

"What of this?"

Darcy's eyebrows knit together, this date is not going as she had first expected, she thought that after not seeing each other for months this was going to be a bit more physical. But that is not the case, they're just standing in front of each other and not even a hug or a small kiss had been shared.

Sif keeps pulling on the hem of Darcy's shirt, her eye intent as if she's awed by the material. Darcy doesn't really know what's happening. Sif isn't always the easiest Asgardian to read, not that any of them are.

"I like it."

"Huh?"

Darcy looks down at what she's wearing, a pair of tattered jeans, red socks and oh, the shirt. The explosions of colors purple, red, yellow, green, blue, orange, make up a rather eclectic rainbow, but it's there nonetheless.

It's like the heavens suddenly illuminate everything around and Darcy is covered by a glowing light. Of course Sif would like this particular shirt. It's easy to understand why Sif looked so enthralled. She's not about to deny that the bifrost is a sight to see.

"Rainbows are beautiful and important for us," Darcy says, motioning between them.

Sif of course doesn't get what Darcy is getting at, instead just nods and agrees with her beginning to talk about their force and jumping from planet to planet and world to world.

Darcy interrupts a very passionate description of a battle that it's hard to tell how they got there, and asks, "Would you like it better over there?" She points at the floor, a sly smile on her lips.

Sif instantly shuts her mouth considering, a dark look passes over her features. Darcy was waiting exactly for that.

"My lady, I believe we can and should arrange that."

Darcy could do a happy dance in that moment, but refrains, instead she kisses her quickly. "Well, then this shirt is all yours."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller & Scot Latour, gold stars stickers

Fill: Breakfast with Scot - Eric McNally/Sam Miller & Scot Latour - Star Power

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"I can't tell you how pleased I am with Scot's progress this year." Scot's teacher beamed at Sam and then Eric. "If we still gave out gold stickers his report card would be covered in them."

"That's good right?" Eric smiled, a little bemused at the woman's enthusiasm.

"It's more than good. It's excellent. When Scot came to us he was lagging in both academics and..." She paused, obviously searching for the right words. "The subtleties of peer interactions."

Eric snorted. "Nothing about Scot is subtle."

"Very true." She nodded her head in agreement. "But, in the time that Scot has been with us he has made friends and begun to find himself and his place in our school community. Your patience and flexibility in allowing Scot to explore his identity safely has made all the difference."

Eric grinned and turned to Sam who was smiling proudly. "I guess that means we get a gold star too."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

The Flash(/Legends of Tomorrow) (TV), Mick Rory/Hartley Rathaway or Leonard Snart/Hartley Rathaway, green-eyed monster

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + any, clear blue skies

Fill: Dollhouse/SGA, Foxtrot, Echo

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You know what John Sheppard's favorite thing is?"

Echo, leaning on the balcony and gazing out across Atlantis toward the California coastline, raised her eyebrows. "You know what they say about talking about yourself in the third person."

"Clear blue skies," John said, because rules about talking about oneself were suspended when one had multiple imprints crammed into one's brain. "They meant flying. The chance to soar. To be completely and utterly free."

"Free," Echo murmured. She glanced sidelong at her companion. At the Dollhouse she'd never given him much thought, with his wild hair and his dark eyes. He'd been around so rarely after he graduated from Stanford because he was out on a long-term engagement. She remembered his handler, a pretty woman in a little black dress who looked less like a handler and more like a senator's wife.

"Yeah. I picked rotor instead of fixed wing at flight school because, well, everyone wanted to be a zoomie. But not me. Not John Sheppard. If I could scorn a multi-billion-dollar fortune, I could scorn being a zoomie."

Echo frowned at him. "But you can fly fixed-wing. You flew a 302 into that Wraith Hive Ship."

"Yeah, well, choppers are my preference."

"Do you still love blue skies?"

"John Sheppard does. Me, on the other hand –"

"You should love blue skies too," Echo said. "Topher watched way too much Top Gun as a kid. He adores pilots. He probably downloaded all your flight hours and watched them over and over again to get vicarious thrills."

John winced. "Thanks for making me feel dirty."

"...Is that why you don't like blue skies anymore?"

The sky over them now was clear and blue, not a cloud in sight, perfect for flight, perfect for John Sheppard to take to the atmosphere and never come back.

"No," John said.

"Then why?"

Grinning, he adopted a distinctly feminine pose, tossed his head, and said, "Blue skies."

Echo slapped him on the arm. "It's not my fault my Taffy imprint had such a dumb signature phrase. Although Alpha remote-wiped me that time and they had to re-imprint Sierra with Taffy to finish the job."

John laughed and ducked away from her second outraged swipe. "I'm pretty glad I didn't stuck with some kind of dumb signature phrase." He deepened his voice and said, "It's what I do."

It was Echo's turn to laugh. "The first time I saw Wormhole X-treme, I thought it was so stupid." She also affected a deep voice and said, "It does say Colonel on my uniform."

"I am pretty sure I've never said that," John said. "And I don't think O'Neill ever did either. Or Sam."

"Reality always manages to be stranger than fiction." Echo sighed. "Whatever you think of Taffy, though, she'll be useful. If we want to take down Rossum."

"Why? What do we need to steal?"

"DeWitt."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, eyes as brown as bark

Fill: (Drabble): Forever, Jo Martinez

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Jo Martinez wasn’t sure what to think. She’d seen Henry die, shot by a gunman at the end of an alley. She’d done all the necessary things: dealt with the other victims, filed reports, spoken to Lieutenant Reece. She’d even had time to phone Abe, who had told her to come round to the shop when she was finished. Now she was seeing Henry, as if for the first time. His eyes as brown as bark shone as they always did when he saw her. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so just threw her arms around him.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, little black dress

Fill: MCU: Darcy Lewis/Sif – A Black Dress

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

“What do you think? This one or this one?”

Darcy turned from the mirror and carefully raised two dresses, one red and the other one black, so that Jane could help her decide which one would be better for Darcy’s date with Sif. She bought the dresses because they looked really great, but since she liked them both, getting a second opinion on the subject would help her a lot.

Jane, however, was still engrossed in her research, not even looking away from her notes and the results of the calculations she was working on. She was very committed to her new project, which Darcy should have guessed before coming to her, but whom was she supposed to ask for advice if not her best friend?

“Yes, it looks good,” Jane replied absentmindedly, still looking at the papers on the desk and Darcy snorted at her.

“Oh, that much I know, thanks,” Darcy stepped closer to the desk. “Come on, just five seconds. Okay, maybe a bit more. You tell me which dress looks better, then I’ll leave you to your work, because I won’t be back tonight. By the way, I already called Miss Potts and asked her to bring you the documents you asked for. She said she will sign them, too.”

“Thank you, Darcy,” Jane bit her lower lip gently and scribbled a few equations on the front page of the folder before she put the pencil down and looked up. “Sorry about this. I just came up with a few ideas and I had to write them down first. What was your question?”

“I’m going on a date with Sif and I bought two dresses,” Darcy stepped away from the desk so Jane could take a good look at both garments. “We’ll go eat something first and we’ll be spontaneous later. So? Which one would work better?”

Jane leaned back in her chair, assessing both dresses carefully. It was a tough choice, after all. The red dress was longer, strapless and really cute, while the black one was short, with wide straps and fit her very nicely.

“The black one, I think,” Jane said after a while, looking up at Darcy. “It’s elegant and works well if you’re going to a restaurant. If you want you can take my black purse, too, just in case.”

“You’re the best!” Darcy smiled brightly and sneaked her arms around Jane’s neck, hugging her close before she went to get ready for her date. “I’ll text you later!” she said before leaving the apartment.

It was a very warm evening, but Darcy still took a light jacket with her. She couldn’t help smiling at the thought of a romantic dinner with Sif, complete with candles, music and dimmed lights. Moreover, it was Sif who actually suggested this place, so Darcy wondered what else the warrior had in plans for them (and who had recommended her this restaurant; she would have to find out later). But answers to those questions could wait, because she saw Sif standing in front of the restaurant, looking absolutely gorgeous.

When Darcy saw Sif’s eyes widening slightly as she looked her up and down, she decided that choosing a little, black dress was a great idea after all. She'd have to thank Jane for helping her.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Teyla Emmagan/Elizabeth Weir, under the blue sky

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, garnet

Fill: Night World; John Quinn, Garnet Redfern

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Quinn stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He was too short and too small to be imposing, but he didn't need to look imposing: he just had to be able to get the job done.

Tonight, the job was finding prey for the Redfern sisters (not all of them, one was dead – don't think about her).

The teenager in front of him was an all-American cliché, tall, blond, square-jawed, broad-shouldered, wearing blue jeans and a letterman jacket for a too-tight t-shirt. He was peering past Quinn hopefully.

"So, is she your sister?"

No, Quinn thought, she's the daughter of the man who murdered me and who calls himself my father. "Garnet isn't anyone's anything," he said.

The boy raised his eyebrows at Quinn, unimpressed by his frosty tone (because Quinn had been given strict instructions not to ruin their fun by being too menacing). "She doesn't look like you."

With hawk-golden eyes and wine-red hair, Garnet Redfern didn't look like anyone this boy had ever seen. Or ever would see.

"I'm adopted," Quinn said flatly.

"Right. That's cool. Modern families and all." The boy jammed his hands into his pockets, attempted to look casual instead of eager, failed miserably. "So, are you going to let me into the party?"

Quinn held out a hand. "Cover fee's a six-pack of beer."

The boy glanced over his shoulder to where his friends were wrestling with something in the bed of his pick-up truck. "I brought a keg."

Quinn smiled mirthlessly. "We always like it when people bring drinks." And he stepped aside and let the boy through.

That kid wasn't going to see the sunrise.

And then the next victim came knocking.

"Hey, is that Garnet back there? She's your sister, right?"

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, amethyst

Fill: MCU: Phil Coulson/Clint Barton - Amethyst

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

When Clint entered Phil’s office, he saw Phil was sitting by the desk, his sleeves rolled up as he was typing something on his computer, from time to time looking at the documents lying next to the keyboard. He was frowning slightly as he hid one document in the first drawer of the desk, which meant he most likely dealt with paperwork handed him by some junior agents. He always hid documents about junior agents in that drawer.

Clint closed the door quietly and walked up to the desk, putting a cup of coffee in a safe distance from all the paperwork.

“Thank you. I’ll be done in about ten minutes,” Phil said, sighing. “Jasper is on sick leave this week and Nick asked me to take over some of his paperwork. I was reminded why I do not miss dealing with junior agents’ reports at all.”

Clint snorted at that. Walking up to stand behind Phil, he laid his hands on Phil’s shoulder’s, feeling how tense the other man was. He definitely could use a good massage. “Ten more minutes and then we’ll go back to our place. You’ll lie down and relax and I’ll cook something. And then I’ll give you a proper massage. That okay?”

“Yes,” Phil sighed, and Clint could feel him relax under his hands even if he kept typing and sending messages. “That does sound wonderful. Just remind me to inform Jasper that he owes me lunch.”

“Wait,” Clint caressed the skin of the back of Phil’s neck with his thumb before stepping away from the chair. “Wouldn’t that mean he actually doesn’t owe you anything? He took over your stuff when we took a few days off on our anniversary, right? Or was it Blake?”

Phil turned his head to look at him, one eyebrow raised, which meant he was not amused at all. Clint smiled in reply, but didn’t say anything else.

Phil just rolled his eyes and turned back to look at the screen. “Can you hand me my jacket?”

Clint nodded and went to the couch, but as he raised the jacket he heard something hit the floor. It wasn’t Phil’s phone, fortunately. What he did not expect to see was a small amethyst, one Clint bought for him on a whim when he was on a mission in Spain five years ago. It was advertised as a healing crystal, but Clint bought it because it was purple and looked pretty. He wasn’t aware that Phil had kept it, nor that was had been carrying it with him like that. How comes he never noticed it?

“Clint? Is everything okay?”

Clint handed Phil the jacket, then looked at the amethyst once again, still surprised. “You kept it.”

Phil looked at the crystal in Clint’s hand and nodded, before taking his phone out of the inner pocket of the jacket. “Of course I did. You gave it to me.”

Clint was well aware he was blushing when he handed Phil the amethyst back, and Phil smiled at him (it was a happy, reassuring smile that never failed to make Clint feel special), as he hid the crystal in his pocket again.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, sapphire

Fill: Scandal, Mellie Grant

[sapphire2309]

Literally couldn't leave this unfilled.



She misses being Melody, sometimes. She misses those times when people expected nothing more than for her to get herself knocked up and end up in a trailer park somewhere. She misses being able to surpass those laughably low expectations with regality and ease.

Because now, she is First Lady. She is expected to be perfect. She can be perfect, for a day or two a week. But neither she nor anyone else can spend every single second of their time smiling and waving and being perfectly beautiful. Cheeks begin to hurt. Arms get sore. That dress that was cut as perfectly as a sapphire when she put it on gets creased and worn., resembles a wadded up newspaper more than an elegant gemstone.

She carries it off almost flawlessly, of course. But sometimes she wants to be able to feel the bone deep ache instead of slathering makeup over it.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, opal

Fill: Night World, John Quinn, Ash Redfern

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Quinn sat in Ash's fancy sports car overlooking the small Oregon town where they'd been dispatched to enforce Night World edicts and sighed. The Redfern tradition of naming women after precious stones had to stop. Garnet had been a thorn in his side for four centuries. And then Great Aunt Opal had to go and get herself killed, and she had to lure Ash's sisters off the enclave to visit her, and...

Jade. The youngest of Ash's sisters was Jade.

And Quinn had seen the way Ash was eyeing that one human girl, Mary Lynette.

Before Ash turned to go, Quinn caught his wrist.

"For the record," Quinn said, "after you knock up that human girl, I swear, if you name any of your daughters Ruby or Sapphire or Emearld, I will kill them on principle."

Ash blinked at him. "What? That human girl? What are you talking about?"

Quinn sighed and shoved him away. "Go. I don't even – just go."

Ash went, casting puzzled looks over his shoulder as he descended the hill.

After four centuries, Quinn really needed new friends.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, turquoise

Fill: SGA, McShep, math nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney really, really needed to learn some sign language, because having Lorne on every single date? Was downright awkward. Flirting with attractive people was stressful enough, because as anyone could attest, Rodney was awful at flirting. Flirting with John Sheppard while Lorne was right there as an audience pretty much scrambled Rodney's brain.

Which was why the first question out of his mouth was, "What's your favorite song?"

Lorne, who had the best poker face known to man when he wasn't being all animated while signing, looked dismayed for a second, but he wiped his expression smooth quickly.

John didn't look at all offended, actually sat back and looked thoughtful.

Rodney wanted to curl up in his seat and disappear. Instead, he picked at his salad and wondered how he could make a graceful escape.

"It's really silly," Lorne said, and it took Rodney a moment to realize Lorne was interpreting for John again. "But the dance mix at the end of the second Step Up movie, where they're dancing in the rain? The lyrics are stupid, but the bass line is incredible. I can feel it in my bones if Evan turns it up loud enough."

Rodney blinked. "Oh. I've never seen that movie. But, I'll, uh, definitely give it a try."

John was smirking at him. Rodney felt awful.

But then John said, "Don't worry. The first time I met a blind guy, I asked him what his favorite color was. He said it was turquoise, because he liked the way it sounded."

Rodney blinked. "Oh. Well. Thanks for trying to make me feel not so awful."

"Well, that was back in second grade, so –"

Rodney sighed.

"Don't worry," John said. "You're not the first hearing person I've ever dated. We can make it work." He reached out, brushed his fingers against Rodney's cheek, then stood up and headed away with his tray.

Lorne finished eating his food hastily, then scrambled to catch up.

"By the way," Lorne said, "I teach a sign language class in the evenings. If you're interested. Most of the science department goes."

[creepy_shetan]

any small fandom, any, green cupcake frosting

Fill, Dear Frankie, Lizzie and Frankie Morrison

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

"Too much. Stop.' Lizzie grips her son's shoulder to turn him to face her. She repeats the phrase, he studies her mouth and begins to pout. 'It'll give you a tummy ache. You don't need all that sugar." Frankie's pout escalates and he adds a stomp of his foot. His fingers start racing so fast Lizzie almost as trouble catching everything her son was trying to tell her.

"Yes Frankie I know you want it be perfect. They cupcakes look amazing. But just because green is his favorite color doesn't mean they need to be drowning in it." Frankie sighs turning back to the dessert studying his masterpiece. Lizzie again taps his shoulder to indicate she wanted him to face her again.

"I know you want Louis's visit to be perfect. But I know him just seeing you will be enough." Frankie begins to sign again. "And yes you're right I'm excited too. Now lets start cleaning up he'll be here soon."

[creepy_shetan]

any small fandom, any, arranging a rainbow between them and sharing art supplies

Filled, Brimstone.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Because the Devil is a complete asshole, he manages to get a kid involved in 'Zeke's latest hunt. Because, despite his years of police training and further years of hunting down the damned, obviously he can't hunt down a pedophile "...without bait, Ezekial."

The kid's name is Sam and there's enough dirt on Sam that it's going to take forcing the kid into the bath (which 'Zeke did not sign up for, good with kids or not) to determine a gender. The Devil claims the kid is homeless and 'Zeke believes it but homeless doesn't mean someone isn't looking for them.

He'll keep an eye out while he's hunting.

Meanwhile, he's spent part of his 36 dollars on a sketch pad and a box of colored pencils for Sam. As he watches the kid drawing from across the table 'Zeke gets the terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that the man with the flaming eye sockets that the kid is drawing is the man he's hunting for.

'Zeke looks at his own picture, a simplistic drawing of a couple stick figures under a rainbow, and feels ill.

[creepy_shetan]

any small fandom, any, no pink on Valentine's Day (or else)

fill = The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Zeke huffed slightly when he noticed his best friend grabbing for a large, pink box of chocolates. Much too expensive. And a waste of money. Delilah, cheerleader bitch at Herrington High would never have an eye for the school's geek. But Casey obviously had a crush on her. Stupid boy, he deserved someone better. Someone who really cared about him.

"Everything, but pink," he growled.

Casey looked at him questioningly.
"Hm? Why not? I guess every girl likes pink."

"Girls like Delilah expect something different that chocolates in a pink box, just trust me."

"Okay."
Casey chuckled.
"So, tell me, what will you buy for the lady of your heart?"

"The what?"
Zeke snorted slightly. He knew this was not the best moment. But probably the right one would never come.
"Who says that there is a girl I'm interested in?"

"Oh, c'mon, almost every girl at school is crazy about you."

"Right. Doesn't mean, though, that I'm interested. At least not in a girl."

Casey felt warm showers rushing through his body. The sparkling in Zeke's eyes, he had already noticed before, seemed to deepen even more. Suddenly his heart beat faster, his mouth went dry. Could it be that Zeke ...?

Determined, he grabbed the chocolate box and went over to the cash register to pay.

"My mom loves chocolates from Hershey's," he said.
"And she doesn't care when the box is pink."

The relief in Zeke's eyes told volumes. And Casey decided that it was time for the next step. He would buy a Val-Day present for Zeke, too.

Not pink, of course.

[creepy_shetan]

any small fandom, any, dirty blue jeans and scuffed tan boots

Fill : Sleepy Hollow, Frank/jenny

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

When Jenny sees Frank again, it's not the way she imagined it would be. Not that she's spent a lot of time imagining things and even if she had, it wouldn't have been some big romantic fantasy, no "Officer and a Gentleman" moment for her.

At least that's what she thought. Turns out she's pretty much wrong.

Because while she's not quite dressed like a factory worker, a la Debra Winger in the movie, she looks like she's spent the last few hours doing exactly what she's been doing, namely chasing leads all over town and halfway through the woods. Her denim jeans are caked in dirt and mud, her boots are scuffed and her hair looks like one of the birds she'd scared in the woods could have taken nest in it.

She's not a vain woman but she would have liked to look a bit more presentable when she saw him for the first time.

But Frank doesn't seem to care, not if the smile on his face, the shake of his head is anything to go by. "You're still a sight for sore eyes," are his first words to her and that's all he has to say, all she needs to hear for her to run to him, throw her arms around his neck, wrap her legs around his waist, those scuffed boots digging into him but he doesn't seem to care, not if the way he's kissing her is any indication.

It's not the reunion she planned on - it's better.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, ruby

FILL: Hit the floor, Jude/Zero

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Spilled hot coffee on his groin—check. Smashed his thumb in the car door—double check. Came down with an icky cold on the hottest day of the summer—Worst. Day. Ever!

There was nothing to worry about. It was only a cold—an everyday, common, garden-variety, body ache and runny nose sort of cold. It was the type of sickness where you spend your days snuggled up in bed in your pajamas, eating delicious homemade chicken noodle soup and watching crap daytime TV.

Zero has been wrecked with a low fever, leaving him with the shakes and nausea. Jude had been fussing over him all the time he was ill and taking care of him; bringing him soup and rubbing his aching back and even cuddling with Zero, trying to make his boyfriend feel better. Zero’s cheeks have been ruby red, rosy and warm to the touch.

Grouchy grumbles rumble from his congested chest as he swat’s Jude’s hand away when his boyfriend tries to give him a spoon-full of yucky medicine, and a spoon full of sugar really doesn’t help the medicine go down—no matter how many times Jude sings that stupid Disney song.

Zero gripes and refuses to leave the warm, cozy bed when Jude tries to get him into a soothing bath; his body aches, his head hurts, and he simply wants to lay here until the ick goes away. He wants to sleep off the terrible cold; he is so sick that taking a breath is a challenge.

When he is eventually tugged from the bed and Jude shuffles him into a warm bath, Zero bitches that he is a grown man and he doesn’t need to be fussed over by his mother hen lover. Jude hushes him, shut it you big baby!—wanting to take care of Zero because he cannot stand to see his lover so miserable.

It’s no fun being stuck in bed with the flu, but warm cuddles ease an achy body and turn his adorable pout upside down. Zero sneezes a few times, groans, and then sneezes several more times; the pout is back on his lips as Jude hands him a tissue.

“Stupid, mean cold,” Zero grumbles, and he closes his eyes and sighs contentedly as Jude slides up behind him and cuddles him, one arm wrapped around his stomach and rubbing soothingly.

Jude kissed Zero’s neck before he softly sang “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur…happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Purr, purr, purr.”

Even feeling miserable, Zero gives Jude a bitch face, his cheeks ruby red and rosy, a frown on his lips. “What the hell was that?”

Jude gives a little smile, “I thought it was customary to sing ‘Soft kitty, warm kitty’ to someone when they are sick.”

Zero thinks for a moment, it’s childish to sing that silly song, but at the same time, he feels terrible and the day has sucked, the soothing voice is really nice and Jude embrace is snuggly warm. It’s not so bad, so Zero asks his boyfriend to sing to him, which Jude is very happy to do.

Snuggling under the mound of blankets, Jude kisses Zero’s rub red cheek and softly sings to his beloved boyfriend.

♥ END ♥

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High School Musical, any, school colors

Fill: High School Musical - Ryan Evans + Chad Danforth - Flying Their Colors

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Chad had always been fond of red. It looked good on him and as one of East High's school colors it proclaimed loudly and proudly that they were fighters; winners too though that had more do with the basketball team's skills than the colors they were flying. However, it wasn't until he saw Ryan in Chad's hat and jersey after the staff baseball game that Chad realized it was the best color ever.