Toys for Tots... Err, Tuesday!

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is all about toys. The good thing? You get to decide what a toy is! Maybe Rodney McKay uncovers a treasure-trove of new Ancient tech to play with. Maybe it's Christmas morning, and Ray Kowalski found that unexpected fun item under the Christmas tree. Or maybe it's Captain Jack Harkness, landing the stolen TARDIS at some place in history to find himself a new boytoy. And don't forget about the verb - like toying with someone's emotions.  Whatever the case - if it's about toys or even games, let's get to playing!

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No more than five prompts in a row.
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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...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, A drunken Ray stays over at the consulate, and he and Fraser are woken up by Turnbull playing with this new toy raygun.

+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, After a new cache of ancient tech is found, John has problems getting Rodney out of the lab - and resorts to desperate measures (which includes an impromptu show of a wee bit of skin).

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny's ready to go, and he has to drag Steve out of the gun range where Steve & Kono are trying out their new "toys".

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[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, A drunken Ray stays over at the consulate, and he and Fraser are woken up by Turnbull playing with this new toy raygun.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, After a new cache of ancient tech is found, John has problems getting Rodney out of the lab - and resorts to desperate measures (which includes an impromptu show of a wee bit of skin).

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny's ready to go, and he has to drag Steve out of the gun range where Steve & Kono are trying out their new "toys".

[squidgiepdx]

Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, People think Ianto's just Jack's boytoy, but he's much more than that.

[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "Is that a kielbasa in your pocket, Fraser, or are you just happy to see me?" "It's a children's toy, Ray!"


edit: I changed my prompt - this one sounded better!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, weechesters, stuffed teddy bear

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Dean hadn’t wanted a replacement for any of his toys once everything had settled down after the fire; he had a much more important task now. Still as Sammy grew older, he didn’t want his little brother to miss out on having his own toys.

John had not been encouraging towards Dean’s plans. He didn’t want the boys to acquire a lot of material possessions since they were moving around a lot as John met and found more information on whatever he was chasing. Still by the time Sammy was showing interest in toys, Dean had become quite adept at finding things for his younger brother.

It took Dean a while to find what he wanted, but eventually a small brown teddy bear found it’s way into Sammy’s belongings. John didn’t say a word when he saw the small stuffed toy, but Sammy hugged it tightly and carried it to bed that night and every night thereafter.

It just proved that Dean would do anything for his brother.

[tigriswolf]

Toy Story, author's choice, being given to their original child's children

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, i put away my childish things

Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson + OMC, pre-series (sorry! /o\)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Daniel?”

“Hm?” He glanced up from his copy of Budge. It was his most prized possession, the one that had belonged to his mother, with her and his father’s endless annotations - criticisms in the margin.

His foster brother Simon (six years old, mother a drug addict, father abusive), rested his chin on his hands and peered at Daniel over the arm of the chair Daniel was curled in while he read.

“What do you dream about?”

“Finding out who really built the pyramids,” Daniel said. “Going back to Egypt one day. Finding treasure.”

Simon frowned. “Don’t you dream about having a forever family? A real mommy and daddy?” He’d been passed from relative to relative so many times he barely remembered the woman who called herself his mother when she bothered to visit once in a blue moon.

Daniel gazed into Simon’s little earnest face. He’d been in this foster home for a long time, was lucky that his parents had friends who were willing to take him in, but he was under no illusion that he was adoptable. He was too old. Too defiant. Talked back to teachers too much. If he weren’t so obedient about doing his chores and getting good grades, he’d probably have been sent on a long time ago, with the way teachers kept complaining about him (and of course his law guardian and caseworker defended him, saying he was bored because he was so brilliant).

He was both and more. Brilliant. Bored. And disillusioned about childhood. There was no safety and security. Disaster was a broken chain, a falling coverstone away.

They’d thought he was trouble because he hadn’t spoken for six months.

Then they’d thought he was trouble because he never stopped talking if he didn’t have his nose in a book.

“I have a forever family,” Daniel said. “They’re just in heaven right now.” He hesitated on heaven, because he’d studied too many cultures and religions and faiths to believe in a single vision of the afterlife.

“I want a forever family.” Simon sighed gustily. “My caseworker says I’m cute enough for one. Are you not cute enough for a new family?”

Daniel laughed. “No, I’m too old to be cute.”

Simon’s eyes went wide. “Am I too old to be cute?”

“No,” Daniel said quickly. “You’ll never be too old to be cute. There’s a forever family out there for you.” It was a lie. Simon had a tendency to lie and hoard food, sleep on the floor and steal things because he could. If he didn’t get it together, he’d be moved on and moved on and moved on and never get his forever family.

But Simon was a child, and he deserved to hold onto his childish dreams for just a little longer.

[tigriswolf]

Winnie-the-Pooh/Toy Story, author's choice, new neighbors

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

The stuffed donkey is older than any toy any of them has ever known. He's worn down and patched and his tail is always coming off despite A.J.'s mother saying she'd fix it one of these days.

But for all that and his melancholy attitude towards life in general there's a sweetness to him that draws them all in. Even Woody and Buzz, who will never say so but secretly consider themselves more advanced than their toy-box-mates, can't help but wait in wistful anticipation for Bonnie to be invited over to play.

It's only been a few days but they can all still hear his low voice talking bittersweetly of long lost friends and the first boy who loved him, not Robin but a Christopher all the same. It makes them think of Andy and Bonnie and the poor abandoned toys at the preschool.

No one asks but they all have their own ideas of how he came to be with A.J. and what might have happened to that long ago Christopher.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, returning home and there all your old friends are

[tigriswolf]

The Velveteen Rabbit/any toy fandom, author's choice, to be real

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Andy's not quite sure, but he thinks he recognizes the cowboy walking down the street ahead of him. Something about the man's gangly limbs and broad guileless smile nags at him.

He almost goes up to the man, almost asks him if they know each other but then his son tugs on his arm and Andy looks away to see what Justin wants and when he looks back the man is gone.

Up the street Woody peeks around the corner and smiles a sad smile.

"So long, partner."

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Madison Miller + Audrey the Wraith, Madison wants to get her cousin the perfect Christmas present.

Fill 1/2: It Has To Be Perfect

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

November 23

“Mom? Does Audrey know about Santa?” Madison had just finished watching the Macy’s Parade, because it was Thanksgiving in America, and Santa came at the end.

“I’m sure she does.”

Madison climbed up on the stool to watch Mommy make dinner. She could chop vegetables really fast without cutting herself even once.

“But what if Uncle Mer doesn’t remember about it? He forgets stuff all the time.”

“Uncle John makes sure he remembers the important things,” Mommy assured her. “But you can ask her when you e-mail her again.”

Madison nodded. Mommy always had good ideas. “How many days till Christmas?”

“About thirty.”

That was a lot of days. Madison would have plenty of time to think of the perfect present to get Audrey.

December 3

Madison studied her lists with a critical eye. She had one for herself, to send to Santa; at the top, as always, was baby brother. And there was one for Audrey, too, with all the things Madison thought she’d like for Christmas.

Ballet shoes
Leotard
Star Wars Legos
Pink light-up sneakers
Plushies
Monster High dolls
Harry Potter books
Puppy
Bean bag chair

Audrey had known about Santa, which made Madison feel better. Still, Uncle Mer lived pretty far away. What if Santa couldn’t travel to Atlantis? Mommy had promised to share the list with Uncle Mer and Uncle John, to make sure Audrey got plenty of presents. Audrey didn’t have a big family, not like Madison did, and she probably wouldn’t have a big Christmas.

Madison wished Audrey lived closer, so they could see each other all the time. They e-mailed a lot, but it wasn’t the same. But maybe…

She opened up her notebook and started writing.

Dear Santa.

December 9

Madison put the finishing touches on the ornament she made for Audrey, just in time to get it in the care package Mommy was sending to Uncle Mer. It was full of brightly-wrapped presents – Madison got to pick the paper – and she was especially excited about the bright blue ballet outfit they got for Audrey, which would look really pretty with her red hair.

Madison sighed.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Mommy asked. She was doing science on the laptop.

“I wish I could dance with Audrey.”

“I know.” Mommy was sympathetic, but distracted.

That was okay. Madison could be pretty patient when she wanted to. She colored with her finger paints, and built one of Uncle John’s spaceships out of Legos. And then when Mommy went to take a soak in the tub, Madison got on the laptop herself even though she wasn’t supposed to touch it.

She’d already asked Santa, but there was someone else who was almost as good. All she had to do was figure out how to spell General Jack’s last name.

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

The Flash (2014), Eobard Thawne,
But helpless pieces in the game He plays
Upon this chequer-board of Nights and Days
He hither and thither moves, and checks ... and slays
Then one by one, back in the Closet lays
(The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, spotting old "Toy" trucks while on the road

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any rare or UST pair, they learn that they had the same toy (or different toys in the same set) when they were kids

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, a lost toy is found and (can't be?) returned

[creepy_shetan]

author's choice, any, Japanese gachapon vending machines are evil

Not a fill

[aivix.livejournal.com]

I saw this and all I've thought about since are condom gachapon. :/

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. Don't play with your food.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse. any. Choosing to become a highly-priced toy

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. card games

Filled! "More Than A Handful" - Ugly Betty - Cliff/Marc + Amanda

[squidgiepdx]

(Ugly Betty's one of the only fandoms we share - and it holds a place in my heart. Hope this is okay!)

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Cliff looks at the cards in his hands, almost dropping them to the table when there's yet another high-pitched scream that fills the apartment. The sound hasn't finished reverberating off the walls when there's one more, followed by a ginormous thump - and yet one more scream.

Hanging his head, Cliff heaves out a sigh before turning to his boyfriend. "Marc... Why is she here?" Cliff had planned on a nice, quiet night at home with Marc - who showed up on his doorstep with the handful that is Amanda Tanen.

Marc gives Cliff his best 'I'm Sorry' face, then reaches out and pats Cliff's arm before he turns around to where the noise is coming from. "Mandy! Are you okay?"

"Vodka!" is the only verbal response that comes back. And then there's the clattering of heels against the hardwood floors, followed quickly by a very inebriated Amanda, dancing with a good bottle of vodka that Cliff had stashed for special occasions.

"Mandy, sweetie? Are you sure you should be drinking on an empty stomach?" Marc asks, his voice saccharinely sweet.

Amanda glares daggers back at him before reaching over and grabbing a handful of chips, stuffing them in her mouth all at once, then swallowing the entire mouthful with a chaster of another healthy dose of vodka. When she finally sits back at the table, she wonders aloud, "What were we doing again?"

Cliff shows her the handful of cards and she has a sudden moment of clarify. "Oh! That's right - I lost!" And with the absolute least sexy look possible (at least in Cliff's eyes), she begins to take off her shirt. There wasn't much material there to begin with, but with it finally off, she waves it over her head for a few seconds, and then tosses it into the middle of the table. "Deal me in again, boys!" she says with an overly loud voice before laying her head back on the table.

"Dammit, Mandy," Marc grunts. "For the last time we're not playing strip poker!"

"Yeah," Cliff adds. "It's gin."

"Gin?" she asks. "You have gin?"

After she stumbles around the apartment looking for the non-existent bottle of alcohol, she clumsily tumbles onto the couch. The sound of snoring fills the silence almost instantly.

"Let's go to bed," Marc says, standing as he reaches for Cliff's hand.

As they walk by, Cliff desperately wants his camera to capture the moment, but he knows Marc would kill him. Instead, he just asks, "Is she gonna be okay?"

"Oh sweetie," Marc says, pulling Cliff to the bedroom. "She's slept in worse places - believe me. Much worse."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. playing house

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton (+ Jasper Sitwell), Clint has far too much fun with the nerf arrows Jasper has given him as a gag gift

This is What Regret Feels Like, rated G

[ereshai.livejournal.com]

(Sorry, this is not quite what you asked for.)

"Relax, Phil. Those things are severely underpowered. And inaccurate as hell. It's going to be hilarious." Jasper grabbed a donut and took a huge bite. He immediately spit it out. "No, god, why? Who bought donuts from Shit-E-Mart?"

"I did, just for you." Phil's glare left no doubt that it was payback for the toy bow Clint had taken into the vents that morning.

"It's an official Hawkeye Nerf bow. I had to do it. And it's certainly not worth this kind of punishment." Jasper threw the donut in the garbage can. After a bit of thought, he threw the entire box in, too.

Something hit him in right in the center of his back, hard. Jasper whirled around and pinned Phil with a hard stare.

"It wasn't me," Phil said, pointing at the brightly colored Nerf dart on the floor between them. "Clint upgraded his new toy."

"It's a piece of molded plastic. How could he upgrade that?" Another dart hit him in the chest. "Knock it off, Barton," he yelled at the vent in the ceiling.

"Thanks for the bow, Sitwell," Barton's muffled voice said in reply. "See you later, Phil."

Jasper looked back at Phil, who was still glaring at him, his arms folded across his chest. "Why are you so mad, anyway? Barton's not going to hit you with anything."

"Guess what Clint was up all night doing? And guess who gets to deal with the complaints this little escapade will generate? He bought at least a thousand of those darts."

"Oh." Maybe the crappy donuts were justified. "I could get you something from that bakery you like? The fancy one?"

Another dart hit him, this time on his forehead. It stung.

"Ow. What the hell, Barton?" Hadn't he left already?

"Apologize. With your words," Barton said.

"Fine." Jasper met Phil's implacable gaze. "Phil, I'm very sorry I gave Barton a toy bow that he is now using to terrorize the building."

Phil nodded. "I'll be in my office dealing with complaint forms when you get back with my pastries." With that, he left the break room.

Jasper winced. Pastries? This was going to cost him. He slumped against the wall. A dart hit him in the stomach.

"Stop that! What was that one for?"

"Ain't Phil happy, ain't nobody happy," Barton replied, his voice fading as he finally moved away. "Bring me one of those strawberry chocolate things. They're delicious."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller & Scot Latour, they will never get tired of watching Scot unwrap Christmas gifts

Filled! "A Nearly Empty Nest" - Sam/Eric + Scot, Rated G

[squidgiepdx]

(This went a little maudlin/melancholy. sorry!!)

"Oh wow! Cool!" came Scot's excited voice as he ripped off the wrapping paper, discarding it haphazardly to the side. His eyes were big as nimble fingers worked on the tape that held the drone's box shut, and seconds later, the box top met wrapping paper, both discarded and gently kicked under the tree.

It honestly didn't matter how old Scot was; any Christmas morning, be it his first one with Eric and Sam, or this one, his ninth, was greeted with the same amount of enthusiasm. It's what made their time together as a family that much more precious to Eric.

Leaning into Sam gently, Eric drops a kiss onto Sam's shoulder, who glances up with as big a smile on his face as Scot was sporting. "You got him a drone?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

Before Eric can answer, Scot is on his feet, heading towards the door. With the drone barely out of the package, he announces, "I'm going outside!", the door slamming shut in his boisterous wake.

"Yeah, well... The kid needs some fun, Sammy," Eric says as he gets to his feet. He goes to the window where he grins at the sight of Scot standing barefoot in the snow, the drone now unpackaged and sitting on the rail, as Scot grips the controller tightly. "All those law school classes he's taking have turned him a bit serious."

Sam comes up silently behind Eric, enveloping him in his warm embrace. Eric squeezes the arms that find their way to his waist, and then turns back for a quick kiss. And he can't help it when his voice breaks gently when he asks, "Is it bad that I don't want him to graduate?"

"Why?" Sam asks. After another gentle kiss to the side of Eric's face, Sam adds, "He's going to be a great lawyer some day. He'll find someone. Settle down. Maybe give us some grandkids..."

"Yeah, yeah," Eric says. "But... I'll - I'll miss. You know, stuff like this." And as if on cue, Scot's laughter comes through the walls as the drone lifts off. "I mean once he graduates... I don't know. He may move away."

Eric would never admit it, but having Scot move out for college left far too big a hole in his heart. Mildred called it empty nest syndrome, and told them both that they should be happy, though even she admitted it was nice when George Junior had moved back home. And now with Scot in his senior year, there were even more changes coming for their little family.

"He may get older," Sam says as he rests his chin on Eric's shoulder, "but I don't think he'll ever truly grow up."

Leaning back into the embrace, Eric sighs. "Well at least he'll always be ours."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Lucifer. Trix & Lucifer (and/or Maze). Showing her new friend(s) herfavorite toys.

FILL - Trixie and Maze (and Chloe)

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

“This is Doc McStuffins.” Trixie announced, pulling a doll out of her book bag and setting it on the bar. “She takes care of toys when they get sick or broken.”

Maze watched, mildly amused as the little girl walked the doll across the bar.

“Do you have any toys that need fixing, Miss Maze?” Trixie asked for Doc McStuffins in a high voice.

Maze narrowed her eyes at the doll.

“I never was the doll and stuffed animal type.”

Trixie looked disappointed. “What toys do you like?”

Maze produced twin curved daggers and slapped them on top of the bar.

Trixie’s mouth formed an “O”. “Mom says it’s not safe to play with knives.”

“I don’t play with them.” Maze explained. “I use them to do bad things to bad people.”

“What kind of bad things?” Trixie asked.

Before the demon could answer, Chloe burst into the bar.

“Trix! How many times do I have to tell you to stop coming here without telling me? How many times do I have to tell you to stop coming here at all?”

“Sorry, Mommy,” Trixie quickly stuffed Doc into her back pack. “I just wanted to show Maze my toys.”

Chloe sighed, her expression softening. “That’s nice, Monkey, but it’s time to go home.”

Trixie jumped off the bar stool and scampered toward the door.

Chloe’s eyes flitted over the daggers on the bar and her brow furrowed.

“Don’t worry, Detective.” Maze said slyly. “Those are for sometime when you want to play.”

Chloe didn’t respond, just shook her head and made a quick exit.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, buttons aren't toys

Fill: SGA, Rodney McKay + Starwhite (and a little Dollhouse)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney had thought that the worst part of bringing Starwhite to Earth would be separating him from his parents. Or the fact that he was, well, a Wraith.

He’d forgotten, in the massive publicity and political firestorm that had ensued, that Starwhite was a child, just like any other child, and he was curious about everything.

Why was the sky blue? Where was the ocean? Where were the other Wraith? Where did goldfish come from? Why was he not allowed to eat the goldfish Dr. Lee kept in his office? What’s a car? Why are there no puddle jumpers? Where were the transporters? When were they getting pizza?

“What does this button do?”

“It turns on my phone.”

“What does this button do?”

“It turns down the volume on my phone.” Rodney had agreed, foolishly, to watch Starwhite while John went into Julian mode and he and Richard spent forever on a phone conference with Landry, O’Neill, Washington, Ambassador Shen, and a bunch of IOA talking heads.

Evan, that dirty traitor, was at home, under pretext of cleaning up the guest room and making it child-appropriate for Starwhite (Jennifer and Simon would be staying in the guest room adjacent to Starwhite’s for safety purposes).

And Joe...was hopeless with children. He and Madison weren’t very sure about each other, Madison because she was used to Uncle John, and Joe because he’d never spent much time around children and was always afraid something he said or did would scar them irrevocably for life. So he was hiding in the lab, doing calculations for Dr. Lee. Coward.

“What about this button?”

“Turns the volume on my phone up.”

“Ooh! A new button just appeared? What does it do?”

“Don’t touch it,” Rodney said, distracted by an email from Zelenka. “Buttons aren’t toys.”

Too late. Lady Gaga exploded out of Rodney’s phone.

Starwhite cheered and raised his hands above his head and actually started to dance.

Rodney stared.

Several airmen and marines in the hallway outside his office stopped and stared.

“What are you doing?” Rodney demanded. “Who taught you that?”

“Kiki!” Starwhite said, wiggling his little hips and giggling. “And I’m dancing!”

Rodney reached for his phone to shut off the music.

Then he changed his mind and fired up the camera on his phone. If he was going to be stuck babysitting, he might as well get some entertainment out of it.

And he’d have to find out who put Lady Gaga on his phone.