Colorful Monday
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withasmile87 and I'm your host this week :). I'm hoping this first week of 2017 is a good one for all of us. Today's prompts are all about Colors. Which means your favorite character can be wearing their favorite colors. Discussing colors. Deciding what color to paint a room. Just something with colors :)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.
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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...
RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Green eyes
The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Caitlin buys black lacy lingerie.
Queer as Folk(US), Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Fighting over the color of their bedroom.
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Date: 2017-01-02 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 06:39 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2017-01-02 11:38 pm (UTC)It is, Caitlin thinks, the perfect end to a perfect evening.
An actual date with Joe uninterrupted by STAR Labs and whatever the latest meta human of the week was up to. Delicious food, a lovely bottle of wine, conversation over candlelight and a shared desert. Joe's hands lingering on her shoulders as he helped her on with her coat, gently pulling her hair free of the collar. His hand on the small of her back as they wait for a cab, warm in hers as they carry on the conversation on the journey back to her place.
She invites him in for coffee.
He accepts.
She doesn't go near the coffee machine.
Instead they're kissing like teenagers before the front door even closes, his coat and hers lying side by side on the floor as she kicks off her shoes and leads him to her bedroom.
She'd be lying if she said she hadn't planned for this to happen and she has a hunch that not only does Joe know this, but approves wholeheartedly. That hunch gets a whole lot stronger when she stands in front of him, tugs at the waist of her simple wrap dress and with one practised flick of her wrist, lets it fall open, with one practised shrug of her shoulders lets it fall to the ground behind her.
His hands fall to his sides and his jaw goes slack as he looks her up and down. He swallows hard as he reaches out to trail one finger along the lacy trim at the edge of the black bra she's wearing. Goosebumps erupt on her skin at his touch and when his other hand lands on her hip, plays with the thin strip of black lace there, he swallows again.
"You like?" She knows he does, is going for teasing, but her voice is breathy, breathless and the way he looks at her, the way his lips turn up, doesn't help her at all.
"Oh, I like." His voice is lower than she's ever heard it. "You wear stuff like this all the time?"
He succeeds at teasing better than she had but when she answers, "Yes," the smile is wiped off his face in a hurry. "Always," she adds and it has the added bonus of being the truth. His gaze moves for just a moment, lands on the chest of drawers across the room and she can almost hear him wondering exactly what other delights she's hiding inside there.
One thing's for sure, she intends to show him every one.
His gaze snaps back to her quickly, like enough is enough and he can't bear to look away for any longer. He smiles as his hand moves from her hip up her side, fingers running along the strap of the bra, finding their way underneath and sliding it down her arm. Once again, his touch makes her shiver and his smile tells her he didn't miss the effect he was having on her.
"If I'd known that," he says quietly, "we might not have made it to dinner."
At that, Caitlin chuckles, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, slowly beginning to undo them. "Then I think we should make up for lost time," she says as she stands on tiptoe and brings her lips to his.
He doesn't answer her, not in words at least.
But he definitely has other ways of showing that they're in complete agreement.
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Date: 2017-01-02 06:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 07:35 am (UTC)Fill: Supergirl (TV), Winn Schott/Mon-El – “Favorite Color”
Date: 2017-07-30 01:01 pm (UTC)“What? Is the shirt dirty or something?” Winn looked down, inspecting the sleeves carefully. “Don’t tell me I ruined two shirts in a span of an hour.”
“No, don’t worry. You’re fine,” Mon-El sat up slowly and stretched his arms above his head. “I just remembered Kara asking me what my favorite color is.”
“O… kay. Cool. And what did you say?” Winn turned to the mirror as he got back to getting ready. When his boyfriend didn’t answer right away Winn wanted to look at him, but then he felt two strong arms around his waist and a firm, naked body pressed against his back.
“Blue,” Mon-El answered, kissing the back of Winn’s neck gently. “Like your ties and shirts. I like them a lot.”
Winn decided to buy two more shirts and another blue tie after that.
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Date: 2017-01-02 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 01:55 pm (UTC)Fill, Original
Date: 2017-01-02 08:25 pm (UTC)This is adult themed. Almost as adult themed as you can get. For language. Themes. It’s a twisted and dark piece. And perhaps I watch too many crime centralized shows real and fictional.
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Date: 2017-01-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Mini-Fill
Date: 2017-01-02 06:22 pm (UTC)Red!
He was cringing in pain, lost in a never ending nightmare. The world around him a gray and dreary fog. No way out.
Just one color managed it to find its way back into his mind.
Red!
Red roses. Red hearts. Red balloons. Red drinks. Red … like her blood.
He could smell it, taste it. So sweet and intoxicant.
...
"Dean!"
A familiar voice suddenly found its way into his subconscious.
"Dean! You need to fight it!"
Gasping for air he opened his eyes; it was dark and cold around him ... and he was alone. Caught in a nightmare. And he knew, it was only a small step and he would be lost forever.
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Date: 2017-01-02 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: NCIS, Gibbs/Tony
Date: 2017-01-02 04:21 pm (UTC)Jethro dislikes ridiculous Italian concoctions. But he likes Tony.
Tony’s smart, a little bit attention-seeking, kind of like a lonely puppy, and he tries so, so hard to be a man’s man, with his stylishness and good looks and incessant flirting with women, but Jethro’s onto his game. He’s seen that game played a different way - with Marines, overcompensating for their secrets with pumping iron and hawkeye shooting skills and vicious hand-to-hand.
Jethro is irritated the first time he sees the probie being led toward him, with his carefully-gelled hair and stylish clothes, but when he shakes Tony’s hand, Tony’s hands are - rough. Have calluses, and not just the ones a person gets from regular handling of a firearm.
What does Tony do in his spare time? Because all he seems to do is endlessly quote movies and make references to pop culture that suggest all he does is watch TV and listen to music.
Tony is the same as everyone else - save one woman and one girl - the first time he comes into Jethro’s basement where Jethro is working on boat number two. “Have you ever heard of power tools?”
But when Jethro gives him sandpaper and a sanding block, he sands smoothly, with the grain, neat, even strokes, and Jethro can see he’s counting under his breath. Not his first rodeo, then. And he doesn’t complain about getting dust on his jacket.
Tony puts his smarts to good use, because a skilled investigator. Jethro isn’t even sure when Tony starts bringing coffee for the both of them. He is careful to never drop Jethro’s coffee anymore, and he is even more careful to not mistakenly hand Jethro the drink he ordered for himself.
Tony passes his probationary period with flying colors, and then the team starts to grow. Kate. McGee. And the coffee stops. Jethro doesn’t realize it till he gets to his desk one day and he has no coffee and he doesn’t understand why and he hears Tony and Kate needling each other like a pair of squabbling siblings.
Jethro doesn’t say anything, but he watches Tony, and he wonders.
He wonders why it took him so long to notice just how much Tony watches him back.
Kate and Tony settle into a comfortable pattern of sometimes flirting, sometimes squabbling like siblings, and as the scale tips more toward squabbling like siblings, Tony’s bringing Jethro coffee again. Jethro is puzzled when the coffee from Tony resumes, because he is used to buying it for himself, but a second cup of coffee is not unwelcome. He tests Tony for three weeks before he trusts that the bringing of the coffee is consistent, and they have reached some kind of balance that Jethro had not realized was lost.
And then Kate is gone, and Jethro’s world is spun off its axis by Ari, and then -
Jethro doesn’t remember. Not the people who say they know him or work for him or are friends with him.
The kid, Tony, is easy on the eyes, but Jethro has long learned to look and not touch, not linger too long in his thoughts, because he has Shannon to go home to.
Only Tony presses a cup of coffee into Jethro’s hands, and the scent hits him, and he remembers something else.
Stepping in and curling a hand at the base of Tony’s neck and kissing him.
Except - no.
That’s not a memory.
That’s a dream.
Tony keeps bringing him coffee and very carefully doesn’t look him in the eye.
Fill 2/2: NCIS, Gibbs/Tony
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Date: 2017-01-02 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:22 pm (UTC)FIll: Star Trek, Spock/Bones + Kirk, Not Your Shirt
Date: 2017-01-03 05:10 pm (UTC)Bones looked up from the sandwich he was eating when he felt someone staring. "What?"
"There's something different from you," Jim said, scooting a little closer. He grabbed Bones' sleeve. "You're wearing Spock's uniform shirt!"
"I most definitely am-" Bones paused when Jim pointed at the ranking on the sleeves. "Oh."
Jim grinned. "So, did you and Spock have fun last night then?"
Bones just rolled his eyes and gave Jim a playful shove. "None of your business."
Re: FIll: Star Trek, Spock/Bones + Kirk, Not Your Shirt
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Date: 2017-01-02 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-03 06:08 am (UTC)Grabbing it, he figured it was better than nothing and was at least glad he'd worn his charcoal grey suit the day before because the purple would actually look good with it. He just had to get through the day without the comments from his friends. Friends that by the end of the day, he would be questioning their friendship because they will all have remarked on the fact Clint had ruined another shirt and he really hoped he wouldn't hear editorial comments about his sex life.
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Date: 2017-01-02 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:25 pm (UTC)FILL: Shadowhunters, Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell, Lipstick
Date: 2017-01-03 05:21 pm (UTC)Isabelle let out a laugh and recapped the lipstick she had just been applying. "Because everything is my color, Lydia." She turned around and pressed a kiss to Lydia's cheek, leaving behind black lip prints. She laughed again. "Oops."
"I have lipstick on my cheek now, don't I?" She looked in the mirror and rolled her eyes reaching for a tissue to wipe it off. "Izzy, I swear."
Isabelle grabbed her arm. "I think you should keep it."
"We're going to a party."
"Exactly, don't want anyone getting the wrong idea that my hot girlfriend may be available," Isabelle said, winking and giving Lydia's butt a gentle slap.
Lydia laughed. "You're lucky that I love you."
Isabelle pulled Lydia close. "I am lucky, aren't I?"
Re: FILL: Shadowhunters, Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell, Lipstick
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Date: 2017-01-02 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-02 05:05 pm (UTC)FILL: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Bluer Than Blue
Date: 2017-01-06 10:49 pm (UTC)They're nothing like Danny's.
Danny's eyes are some kind of blue that's beyond blue. Steve noticed because Danny is laughing at something Lou said, and his eye is eventually drawn from Danny's mouth (which he has told himself 100 times to not think about) and his pearly white teeth to the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.
And now he's here, pondering how to describe Danny's eye color in a way that wouldn't sound ludicrous or overly romanticized.
His eyes are some kind of aqua color, lighter than Steve's own and resembling the sky more than the ocean. When he's miserable, they dull just a fraction, and make Steve want to destroy whoever or whatever took away the light. When he's angry, they flash like lightning in a thunderstorm, a warning to stay away (which Steve usually ignores).
But now Danny is happy, eating lunch with the team and enjoying whatever joke Lou made, and his eyes are bright enough to make the cloudless sky above them look like gray dishwater.
The sunlight hits Danny's face in just the right way to create a halo effect with his golden blond hair. Steve isn't an artist, but he thinks Danny resembles a Renaissance painting of an angel or Greek god.
Nobody human has eyes that blue, a smile that beautiful, or hair that golden. Danny must have descended to Earth from some other realm. Steve wonders how he looks at Danny every day without going blind.
"Babe, what are you looking at?"
Danny's mouth is turned down slightly in a concerned frown, and Steve feels like kicking himself. He didn't mean to make Danny's smile disappear, and he didn't mean to get caught staring. He glances at the rest of the team, and sees Lou raising his eyebrows slightly, Chin studiously averting his gaze and concentrating on his shrimp, and Kono smirking in a knowing manner.
Steve smiles sheepishly. "Nothing," he lies. Everything, his mind whispers. He chuckles. "I guess I just kind of drifted off for a minute there." You have no idea.
Steve eats his lunch, focusing on the conversation going on at the table, and tries to forget a color bluer than blue.
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