Entry tags:
Comment Ficathon: Because FUCK YOU Writer's Block, I Just Wanna Hang W/ My Friends And Try To Words
HEY PALS, REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL EXISTED IN THE SAME FANDOMS AND WROTE FIC ALL THE TIME AND IT WAS GREAT?? I MISS THOSE TIMES.
WELCOME TO THE FICATHON, PAL
How do I prompt?
Only one prompt per comment, but you can leave as many as you'd like. Prompts should contain the following format in the subject line:
Fandom - Characters/Ship - Prompt
(ie. LotR - Uruk-hai at Helm's Deep - the first that fell
or Stargate Atlantis - Elizabeth/John - reincarnation)
How do I fill?
Your fill can be of any length, POV, etc, and there can be multiple fills for each prompt. Please post your fill as a reply to the prompt, and title all of your response fics as follows in the comment subject line:
Fandom - Character/Ship - Title
(ie. LotR - Uruk-hai at Helm's Deep - The Cold Grew
or Stargate Atlantis - Elizabeth/John - all roads home
***Please also make sure to put any trigger warnings in the first line of the fill.***
This isn't a kinkmeme, but also idc if you wanna go forth and smut it up.
RPF is allowed, AUs are allowed, all fandoms are allowed, sharing this with friends is allowed!
The only thing not allowed is editing what you wrote too many times and then not posting it because you're worried it's not good enough, GUESS WHAT EVEN IF YOU THINK IT'S SHIT YA GOTTA POST IT, WRITER'S BLOCK IS FOR DUMMIES AND WE'RE NOT STUPID
How do I prompt?
Only one prompt per comment, but you can leave as many as you'd like. Prompts should contain the following format in the subject line:
Fandom - Characters/Ship - Prompt
(ie. LotR - Uruk-hai at Helm's Deep - the first that fell
or Stargate Atlantis - Elizabeth/John - reincarnation)
How do I fill?
Your fill can be of any length, POV, etc, and there can be multiple fills for each prompt. Please post your fill as a reply to the prompt, and title all of your response fics as follows in the comment subject line:
Fandom - Character/Ship - Title
(ie. LotR - Uruk-hai at Helm's Deep - The Cold Grew
or Stargate Atlantis - Elizabeth/John - all roads home
***Please also make sure to put any trigger warnings in the first line of the fill.***
This isn't a kinkmeme, but also idc if you wanna go forth and smut it up.
RPF is allowed, AUs are allowed, all fandoms are allowed, sharing this with friends is allowed!
The only thing not allowed is editing what you wrote too many times and then not posting it because you're worried it's not good enough, GUESS WHAT EVEN IF YOU THINK IT'S SHIT YA GOTTA POST IT, WRITER'S BLOCK IS FOR DUMMIES AND WE'RE NOT STUPID
QUESTIONS/COMMENTS
Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS
I'm also on a new laptop and I don't even have all of my programs downloaded yet, so that tells you how my evening is going. We've all been in "new laptop YAY" purgatory before.
Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS
New laptop purgatory is both a beautiful and a terrible thing! Both at once!
[glomps you]
Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS
a classic ship
I like to imagine Legolas trying to comb out Gimli's tangled dwarf beard.
Re: a classic ship
ETA: I definitely forgot to put that in the ~rules above btw, totally my bad!!!
Fringe - Walter Bishop - Past Tense
Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - many baby dinosaurs
FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
Ian leans against the wall, watching Alan pace. It's not that he was hoping to be stopped by security, but it was, admittedly, somewhat disappointing that no one had wanted to question them. Alan had been one long, tense muscle as they bought their tickets, and Ian had finally slid his arm into the crook of Alan's, and tried to will him to relax by brute force. Alan hadn't relaxed, but they hadn't been stopped, either.
They'd waltzed right in to Jurassic World without anyone giving them a second glance.
Alan hasn't stopped since they walked inside, his gaze darting around to capture everything they walk by, his shoulders hunched unbecomingly, ready to be attacked any second, with every step. Ian would like to comfort him, he really would, but he can feel his own heartbeat drumming along, too fast and too unsteady. Ian would like to comfort him, but if he's being honest, he's always counted on Alan to do the comforting, has done since the moment Alan had lit up that fuse, since Ian, three steps behind but trying to catch up, had lit his own fuse and seen the fear dance across Alan's face.
(It's nice, you know, for someone to want to save him. It's nice that Alan had insisted on coming along when Ian had first announced to him and Ellie that he was going to come out here. Face his fears. See the security for himself. Alan had almost been shaking with what Ian had first assumed was suppresed rage, but Alan's eyes had been so goddamn scared when he put his hand on Ian's shoulder, when he said he was coming with, that Ian couldn't be trusted to go by himself. Still trying to keep him safe all these years later. It'd be charming if being here wasn't so obviously tearing Alan up all over again.)
Ian wants to reach out and touch him, reach out and stop him. "Alan?" he says, watching Alan pace back and forth, back and forth. He doesn't ask him if he's okay, because how are any of them okay? How could any of them ever be okay, after prehistoric monsters tried to have them for dinner, after Alan got dragged to the second island just like Ian had? After Alan's here, now, because Ian's here, because Ian had to see, and Alan was still too goddamn worried for his own good?
He wants to tell Alan he's fine, but he's not, of course. It's why he'd never told Alan not to come. It's why he'd never told Alan that he'd be okay by himself.
It's a lot of nots and nevers that are lying (lying) on Ian's tongue, and that's unlike him, too, so he steps forward. He steps forward, and finally tucks his arm through Alan's again, and Alan stills just as he had when they were in line. Still just as tense. Still just as hunched and worried and scared. Just like Ian is.
(It isn't fair that Ian, even in his own mind, turned Alan into something that he's not. It's not fair that Ian is only now remembering that he needs to be there for Alan, too. But he's trying. He's trying to remember. He's trying to evolve.)
"Ian?" Alan says. Alan's voice is very soft, but his back straightens, and unfair or not, Ian knows that Alan would still fight for him.
"Let's start small, first?" Ian says, his voice tilting up into a question. "There's a petting zoo, and I know how much you like kids."
Alan groans, actually groans, and it feels like a weight off of Ian, to see even that annoyed half-smile on Alan's lips.
"I can't believe they have a petting zoo. Don't they have any respect for the—the—"
"Absolutely none," Ian says. He pushes on, eager to see if he can get that smile again. "Not that that's ever mattered before. To be fair, I do also really want so see if you can keep frowning if you're holding a baby dino." He starts walking, which means he also starts practically dragging Alan along.
(Alan could let go, of course. Alan could break free, of course. Alan could let him walk away on his own, of course.
Of course, he does none of that.)
"I don't want to hold a baby dinosaur," Alan says, blatantly lying, although Ian's not sure if he's lying to Ian, or lying to himself.
"Maybe they have a baby triceratops," Ian says, thinking about the last good moments they had had before everything went to shit.
"Maybe they've got a baby raptor that can eat our faces off," Alan says darkly, and Ian watches a few people turn and look at them as they keep moving through the crowds. If the employees at the gate didn't recognize them, Ian's not too worried, although his stress level is already so unbelievably high from being at the park that even if he were it wouldn't really make a difference.
"Maybe!" he just says brightly. Alan glances at him, his eyebrows stating his displeasure and his lips that again unwilling half-smile of annoyed amusement.
He also hasn't said anything about Ian's arm still curled through his.
Maybe he likes the comfort of it as much as Ian does. Maybe the dinosaurs won't eat their faces off. Maybe they'll escape the roll of the dice, this time.
They both know maybe they won't, though. Luck's been a funny thing to them, after all, and they both came here knowing—knowing—that luck eventually runs out.
It's a lot, then, that Alan came anyway.
Ian leads them to the petting zoo, because whatever is going to happen is going to happen, and he wants to coax another smile out of Alan, wants to see him with the baby dinosaurs, wants to remind him, even for a moment, of the sheer joy they had all shared before it had turned to running and terror.
At the very least, he wants to give him that.
Re: FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
Re: FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
Re: FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
[the highest of praise, obvs]
Re: FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
Re: FILL: Jurassic Park - Ian & Alan - All Things Go (all things grow)
Stranger Things - Steve/Nancy/Jonathan - hypothermia fic
Star Trek AOS - Uhura - quiet time on a noisy ship
King Falls AM - Sammy Stevens/Jack Wright - Time
FILL: King Falls AM - Sammy Stevens/Jack Wright - i can tell you (the telling gets old)
(Isn't he letting Jack go, though? Hasn't this been a long, slow goodbye?)
He tries to stop in a new town every time. He finds the local coffee shop or diner, pokes through antique shops and bookstores and even wanders through general stores that are ramshackle and make him so lonely he hates himself even more.
It's not fair of him to miss Jack like this, because he never let Jack walk with him like this, did he? He wants to feel the echo of Jack's hand in his, but he never let Jack hold hands with him in public. There's nothing there to miss, is there? He wasn't willing to fight for Jack until it was already too late, and it kills him, it does, that maybe Jack doesn't know that he's ready to fight, that maybe Jack will never find out the lengths Sammy will go to be able to fight for Jack.
(He still hasn't told his goddamn best friend, but he would've if Ben wasn't breaking over Emily, he would've if Ben wasn't tearing the world apart for Emily, he would've and would've and would've and will. He'll tell him. Ben will—hell, Ben will understand, because Ben's the type to forgive him all his sins, and he's got a lot. He's really only started understanding the count when he came here, when he lost Jack, when he started over with shaky hands and crescent moons in his palms.)
Sammy wonders, sometimes, if he's really changing, or if it's only that he's drifting farther and farther from Jack, if he's seeing himself distorted through time, and—
Except he's getting better, isn't he? It's not an act. He'd like to say that before was an act, that Shotgun was an act, and in a way it was, because they created the character between the two of them, created the bullshit asshole shock-jock persona because Sammy Stevens had to be a star, didn't he? He'd like to say it was an act, but he wore it for too long, and did too much damage with it. He's always been good at doing damage.
He's trying to get better at fixing things.
He's trying.
He wants to fix a lot. Too much, sometimes, sometimes it overwhelms him, hands and arms filled to overspilling, and none of it solved, and none of it fixed, and none of it done. Jack, and Emily, and Troy's firing, and Grisham's corruption, and Debbie and Perdition Woods and all of his sleepless days, all of his shaky nights, all the crying jags and then the smooth, smooth, smooth road sprawling out in front of him.
Sprawling out forever in front of him.
He left the coffee shop a while ago, and he's just been walking the length of the main street of whatever this town is, and if Jack were here he'd take his hand. If Jack were here he'd say he was ready. If Jack were here—
But Jack's not here, and he won't be here until Sammy figures out how to get him back. And he'll do it, because Jack has to know he's worth it, has to see that Sammy can be better, that he wants to be better. That he got in a fistfight with a mayor and made friends that weren't just connections, that he says the right things most of the time, and tries to stop other people from saying the things he used to let trip pass his fucking tongue, that he's working on reparations.
That he's trying to make up for whatever sin it was that caused him to lose Jack.
Because he'd always known he wasn't worth much, but none of that had mattered when Jack was there, and it must have been his fault, right? If he'd been better earlier, if he'd—
If he'd been worth staying for? Jack would have stayed then, wouldn't he?
That's not even all of it, and some days it's not even most of it, because Ben looks at him like he's a good man, and Emily, when she remembers, remembers him kind, and he wants those things to be true.
Jack always believed the absolute best of him, and Sammy wants that to be true, too. Fistfights aside, brimming belief in the unbelievable aside, new friendships aside, everything else aside:
Jack had been the one to curl into his side when they got home from work, and he'd been the one to soothe the self-loathing out of Sammy's throat, and he'd been the one—the only goddamn one in that entire city—who'd known Sammy's heart. (Who'd had Sammy's heart.)
And hearts aside, Sammy knows he can never escape from who he was before, but Jack knew him then, and loved him then, and believed in him then. He was always ready to fight for Sammy, even against Sammy himself. You can do bad, and still be a good person. You can be a fucking asshole, and still be loved.
It's not fair, is it, that Jack had to put up with that, love him through all of that, and not see him now. Not see how much better Sammy's trying to be. Not just for Jack, not just for Jack, because he hated himself long before Jack left, because he wanted to change long before Jack left.
But of course it's for Jack.
(He just wants to be good enough to deserve him.
He just wants to be enough for the universe to finally give Jack back to him.)
His phone alarm goes off. It's time to head back to King Falls.
He turns his feet back to his car, considers buying another coffee for the road since he's skipping sleep again, but he's too shaky for more caffeine, his heart too paper-thin to handle it.
He should've spent today looking for Jack, but he's worn out his leads, and he doesn't—
He'll figure it out, because he has to figure it out, because Jack needs him to figure out. He'll figure it out, because how can there be a world where Sammy doesn't get to show Jack that Jack was right along?
He'll figure it out, because he has to, doesn't he?
Doesn't he have to figure it out?
Sammy gets in his car, and turns on the heat. His hand stutters momentarily as he shifts into drive. It's not right that he should feel trapped, because Jack's the one that's lost. Sammy's got all this sprawling road in front of him, doesn't he? All that sky above of him.
He turns towards King Falls. Ben will be waiting, and Jack's already waited too long.
Re: FILL: King Falls AM - Sammy Stevens/Jack Wright - i can tell you (the telling gets old)
I hope that Sammy Stevens manages to save himself from himself this time around.
Re: FILL: King Falls AM - Sammy Stevens/Jack Wright - i can tell you (the telling gets old)
Re: FILL: King Falls AM - Sammy Stevens/Jack Wright - i can tell you (the telling gets old)
Campaign (podcast) - Tamlin - making friends
BBT - Penny/career - #TimesUp
Re: BBT - Penny/career - #TimesUp
Harry Potter - Hermione - MOAR HERMIONE SAVES THE DAY OBVS
Honestly, I just want more Hermione.
MASH - Charles Emerson Winchester III - soft moments
King Falls AM - Ben Arnold/Emily Potter/Sammy Stevens(/Jack Wright) - A new normal