parsitive | Tiny promptfic fest

It feels like everybody I know is working their butts off on some huge ficathon or other and feeling that mid-huge-project itch. This is just a little party to leave prompts, request fic, write stuff, and roll around and squee without it needing to be super polished and without having to attach your name to it.

I also want to nod to OMGCP Heartbreak Fest, which is taking prompts right now. We don't want to steal from their pool of prompts, but if you come up with a really juicy angsty prompt, consider dropping it there instead!

In case no one's ever done this before:

Prompts should be OMGCP-centered. They don't need to feature Kent Parson, but they can't bash him. (Acknowledging his character flaws is different than bashing him)

Post prompts as replies to this post. The subject line should follow the format: Character/character, brief prompt. You can expand on the prompt (please less than 300 words) in the comment itself.

Post prompt fills as replies to that comment. Fills can be anything--fic, art, meta, filk, fanmixes, moodboards, fiber arts, you name it. Please link to NSFW images or videos instead of embedding them.

Do not hijack a prompt. Please post your own if something within a prompt inspires you in a different direction

Multiple people can fill a prompt. You can fill your own prompt. You can post your fills wherever you want. You can do this anonymously or under your own name.

This is a kink-friendly, non-judgmental, Parse-positive space, and it's actively moderated so don't be an ass.

Please warn for for common triggers or squicks (RPF, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, character death, underage--comment if there's something you want added to this list) or include "Choose Not to Warn" in your comment subject.

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There are a lot of people out there who want to love Kent Parson. They want him, want pieces out of him; want anything he can give him, anything they can make him do. Autographs, Sign my tits, dinner, coffee, breakfast. None of the Aces have to be handsome or charming or particularly gregarious; they just have to stand there long enough.

"I don't get what it is you want," Jeff says from the rowing machine. Kent's doing leg presses, worried that he's said too much, but he's glad he finally let it spill. He knows know that he has to break up with this guy. It's not feeling good, and even though Kent's grateful for someone who understands his position and is willing to commit to the whole boyfriend experience, all the little extra things he was so excited about at first are starting to grate on him. "This didn't work. Hookups didn't work. I've never seen you in a relationship where you actually wanted what you were getting."

Kent doesn't have a clear picture in his mind of what he's after. He doesn't feel like he fits into any idea of any relationship anyone's described to him, but he doesn't want to be alone either.

But he's riding a wave of beautiful thick clarity; he's worked out so hard he thinks that when he gets off this machine he'll stumble. It's the most beautiful runner's high, and he can feel the pain but it's far away and doesn't really belong to him. So he keeps talking.

"The last time I got what I wanted," he says, "It was like... we weren't dating. I wanted to hold hands or sit on him but it wasn't like... I just wanted to be special, y'know? I didn't want to be hearts and roses and One True Love, but it was like we were... brothers in arms. 'I'd take a bullet for you'. And instead of being afraid of looking gay--like, we were afraid of looking gay to other people, but--like it was easy because we were roadie roommates," (and in the back of his mind he thinks: that's enough to let Jeff figure out who it is. He chose to say it because he trusts Jeff, but he knows exactly what he's trusting Jeff with) "but when it was just us, we didn't care if we were cuddling or whatever. You know? He'd lean against me when we were watching TV and--" It gets hard to say, and his legs start protesting. His mouth twists to the side, and he stops pressing, grabs his towel and wipes the sweat out of his eyes. "I had sex with him so I thought we were in love and it'd be different if we just didn't have to hide it but I've tried all the other things and he's still... the only time I had what I wanted was with him."

Jeff makes derisive noise. "There goes your dating pool, Parser, do you have any friends who aren't on the team? We're your fuckin' brothers in arms."

Shit, shit, he knows he should've kept his fucking mouth shut; he tries to play cool, look away, take a swig of his water bottle. No panic, no reaction. Smooth and calm.

Jeff's arm drops across his shoulders and he flinches. Jeff pulls back enough that he can see Kent's face, his hand rubbing a little circle into Kent's shoulder. "'Course," Jeff says, "S'tough to feel like that about a teammate. What if he gets traded? You can't show up for a team bonding sesh if he's on a different fucking team. Breaks the no-homo deal."

"Yeah," Kent agrees, a little nervous because standing here, letting Jeff put his arm on him, is in itself breaking the no-homo deal.

"Look," Jeff says, moving to crowd Kent into an awkward sort of mother-hen hug, arms around him but not really closing in, except one brief squeeze. His voice drops, none of his usual force behind it. "It's complicated. I get that. But Kenny, I'd take a bullet for you."

He's let go, dropped his arms, shuffled away; Kent blinks, a little shellshocked, and tries to understand what he just heard while Jeff's back dips down to pick up his water bottle.

If he doesn't say something, he's gonna miss his moment. This moment will drop into time like water, and the water will close over it like it never existed. They'll never refer to it again. But he doesn't know what to say.

Jeff turns around, and then, incredibly, winks at him.

"Me too," is all Kent can force past his stunned lips. "I'd take a bullet for you too."

Yes. Yes, thank you.
Excellent content there.
OOoooooOOOOOoOOOohHH
Yes.

I love the mother-hen hug. What a fascinating snippet.

kudos

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *flailing* idk what to say but i love this SO MUCH

just overcome with emotions, like, THIS, THIS IS THE THING

!!!!!!!!!

thank you

~ multsicorn from tumblr who has forgotten her dreamwidth login

I am glad Kent has a Jeff.

kudos,
I love parse/swoops, and this version works so well.

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