Thursday - crack!day

[charlies_dragon]

Hey y'all, it's my last day here as your guest hostess - thanks fr making it such a pleasurable time ;)

Today's theme is crack.

Not the drug, crack-cocaine, but things in fic where the only way to explain how something so silly got written to someone out of fandom, is that you must've been in something to think of it. (Anyone got a better explantion, email me ;) )

Doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt is well, crackalicious! i.e. out there, weird, odd, not the norm.

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, and code your prompts correctly:

Examples:
~ SGA; John/Rodney; we're both men, so how come there's 4 breats, 2 vaginas and 0 cocks in the room?!
~ BtVS; Willow/Tara; uh, help! *looks at wings and tail, passes out*
~ Leverage; Eliot/Alec; no, this cannot be happening! I'm a guy so I'm.not.pregnant!!!

Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own. If you don't see anything you fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what takes your fancy from them ;)

You ready? Go forth and have FUN!

charlies_dragon

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[charlies_dragon]

SGA; John/Rodney; we're both men, so how come there's 4 breats, 2 vaginas and 0 cocks in the room?!

[sabinetzin]

"This is not how I imagined this going."

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

"Use your- your Ancient mind powers and jimmy the lock!"

"Rodney."

"Come on! Everybody knows Atlantis likes you best!"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean she lets me break in to people's bedrooms! It's your door, anyway- can't you just break the lock?"

"Not if I ever want it to lock again!"

"Well... shit."

"What?"

"I, uh. I'm pretty sure they started without us."

"Oh, this is just brilliant. I cannot believe I finally get what is probably my one and only chance for a foursome, and those bitches locked us out."

"Maybe if you hadn't called them bitches-"

"Oh, shut up, I said I was sorry."

"Just saying."

"Well, what do we do now?"

"We could always just go back to my room."

"Oh, alright, fine. But I'm topping."

"Says who?"

[charlies_dragon]

BtVS; Willow/Tara; uh, help! *looks at wings and tail, passes out*

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Willow covered her gaping mouth with her hand. The magick had gone terribly wrong-- there must have been something wrong with the translations, perhaps a syllable she misspoke or something.. She checked the grimoire again.

Nope.

There was absolutely nothing she could see wrong with how she'd performed the spell.

She'd checked and double-checked. And then checked some more as Tara spun in a circle-- or rather, flew in a circle. She was a little floating Tinkerbell and her voice was barely audible, incredibly high-pitched. “Help! Willow.. uh, help!!”

She started transforming again, this time into a dragonling.. a little baby firebreather. It was enough for her to pass out at Willow's feet after checking her appearance in the mirror. That was the last time they played with transmogrification to glamour a simple zit ever again.

[charlies_dragon]

Leverage; Eliot/Alec; no, this cannot be happening! I'm a guy so I'm.not.pregnant!!!

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Vitamins, instructions, food lists, cautions, paperwork, magazines and other crap littered the pool table as Alec paced back and forth.

"No, no, see, you don't get it Eliot. This is a bad dream, a fuckin' horrible dream. I'm a guy, so I'm Not Pregnant!!!"

Eliot looked as helpless as he felt and could only shrug. "The doctor-"

"Fuck the doctor, okay? I'm not going through with this!"

As soon as the words were out of Alec's mouth he wanted to take them back. But he couldn't, and the effect of them was quite sobering.

Eliot blinked once, then twice, then took a step backward. If he'd've looked angry, Alec would have welcomed it. Could have handled that. But not the look of naked pain he saw now.

"Eliot, wait," he said, quickly grabbing the other man's arm. Now the stubborn streak was setting in, the refusal to look into Alec's eyes, the firm set jaw. Christ, what a mess.

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Then how did you mean it?" he asked softly, his breathing a little harsher. Alec could have sworn his eyes looked watery.

"I...it just slipped out El, that's all."

Eliot was looking at the magazines now, pictures of men and women on the covers with their little babies. "You wanna go down to that clinic? Or I ca call a doctor friend of mine..."

"No, fuck no man, that's not what I want. Not at all!"

"Then why'd you go an' say it like that?" Blue eyes were guarded as they met brown.

"Because I'm scared Eliot. Scared outta my fuckin' mind. I ain't cut out to be a Daddy. Or a momma. Or whatever the hell I'm gonna be. I don't know the first thing about raisin' no baby."

Eliot was quiet for a moment, then he shrugged. "My sister, she split when my nephew was born. Ended up raisin' him for about three years before she came back."

Alec chuckled dryly, couldn't help but smile at the unspoken plea. "You did, huh?"

Eliot nodded.

"So, you think that gives you enough experience to get us through this?"

He shrugged this time, but his eyes were hopeful. Alec could only pull him into a tight embrace.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, I'm going to close my eyes until this all goes away

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Merlin rode a unicorn with a rainbow glittering saddle and halter. His hat had large bright plumes, and his shirt was of purple velvet.

“I’m going to close my eyes until this all goes away,” Morgana said when she first beheld him.

“Well, it’s not really going to go away,” Gwen said. “He’s here, he’s queer and we’re just going to have to deal with it.”

The girls burst into a fit of giggles as Merlin, the most fabulous rainbow-clad servant Camelot had ever known dismounted from the unicorn and made his way to the gates.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human, George/Mitchell, as if being a werewolf wasn't bad enough - now he finds out he's a fairy too

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

When he first became aware of the slightest inkling of feelings for his flatmate, George tried to ignore it. It had to be nothing more than a reaction to having almost no one else he could relate to. He tried not to think about why this strange attraction seemed to be forming to Mitchell instead of toward Annie, who was certainly pleasant enough to look at.

When Mitchell started returning his glances, George tried even harder -- but it was hard when his heightened werewolf senses told him of Mitchell's increased arousal every time he entered the same room as him. George began to avoid his friend, wondering anxiously if Mitchell possessed some instinct like George's, that betrayed their mutual attraction.

Eventually -- Mitchell cornered him and pressed the issue.

George was a little dazed when Mitchell pulled back from the surprise kiss, smiling a little sheepishly, as if just remembering that the object of his affections actually still needed to breathe. Mitchell's smile faded slightly, his dark eyes solemn and anxious, and he bit the side of his lip uncertainly as he waited for George's reaction.

It only took him a moment to make his decision.

"Great," he groaned, rolling his eyes -- but the mockery in his tone was gentle and accepting. "Now I'm a werewolf -- and a fairy!"

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, Hardison's laptop plays match-maker

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

"You send me an e-mail!" accused Eliot angrily.

"What? No!" answered Hardison quickly, confusion clear in his voice. "Listen, I may be weird, but I'm not that weird. You sure you got that e-mail from me?"

"Dude, I'm not a geek, but I know what e-mail looks like okay? It was an e-mail. An e-mail from you and you wanted to meet me here! And now bloody well explain those fucking candles, the table set for two and one bed or I'm gonna smack your face, you hear me?!"

"Heeeey! Listen, Ellie..."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Okay, okay. Eliot? Eliot? I have no idea who send you this e-mail, but it wasn't me, okay? Calm down, Eliot. I got an e-mail too! And it told me, you wanna meet me here. And wait a minute, I'm not accusing you of settling... that, but what I'm saying here is I'm just an innocent bystander like you, okay?"

The laptop standing on the table blinked and announced new mail. Hardison walked slowly towards it, his hands raised in peace-making gesture. Eliot still looked like he may start growling and hitting things any time now.

'You're good together. Have fun. Loves, Josh.'

"Oh... O-o," said Hardison quietly and jumped when realized Eliot is standing right next to him, reading from above his shoulder.

"What do you mean 'o-o'? And who the fuck is Josh?" Eliot kept on glaring at the other man. "Hardison."

"Well, I may be mistaken, but perhaps it could be some AI, I was perhaps slowly trying to teach about feelings and perhaps..."

"Your laptop set us up?!"

"Well, kinda... Hey, be nice, okay? He meant well, he's new at this."

Eliot just stared at him for a long moment, before shaking his head.

"That is so fucked up."

"Yeah, man, I hear ya," said Hardison with a feeling. He looked around when the not so comfortable silence fall between them. "So... since we're already here..."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?"

"Just a thought!"


Eliot stayed silent for a moment, now apparently focused on glaring at the wall.

"Stupid laptop," he finally muttered and sat by the table, looking at the menu prepared for them.

Hardison smiled, hoping he managed to program some good food taste into Josh as well.

[elebridith]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, shopping for baby clothes

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Eliot had been reluctant to go shopping with Parker, especially when she'd told him about some baby stores she'd passed. It wasn't that he didn't like her, because he did. She was weird and quirky and unique and would do anything for all of them, but...baby stores?

Now he was glad he'd let her drag him in. Parker had been the first one they'd told about having twins and so far she'd made sure they had almost everything for their arrival. Bathing equipment, bottles, plenty of diapers, and toys. Lots of toys. The nursery was slowly taking shape because the guys had nowhere else to put all the things Parker bought.

Now, Eliot's arms were laden with clothes. Onsies mostly, with cute sayings and adorable designs, some could be used for either a boy or a girl and some were decidedly gender specific. "Are you excited?" she asked as she picked up a girl's outfit that said 'Smile if you want to buy me things'.

"Yeah, I am," Eliot said with a grin as he picked out a matching one for a boy. "Terrified too," he admitted, chuckling.

"Yeah, Alec is too." She was quiet as she looked through the little hats, picking four and settling them in Eliot's arms. "He told me about how he hurt you that first day, with saying he wasn't going through it."

Eliot shrugged. "Yeah, but, it's in the past."

"He doesn't think so."

Frowning, Eliot tilted his head, waiting for her to continue.

"He thinks you go with him to all the appointments because...you're afraid he'll come home not pregnant anymore."

He blinked. "What? That's insane! I go with him because I want to. These are my babies too. Just cos I ain't carryin' 'em don't mean I don't wanna take part in watchin' them grow."

Parker piled some booties onto the load already in Eliot's arms. "Then maybe you should figure out how to tell him that."

Eliot just blinked.

[elebridith]

Leverage, Eliot/Alec, "Did you see the ultrasound?"

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

"Eliot!" Alec yelled, looking exasperated. "Did you see the ultrasound?!"

Eliot followed along behind Alec, guiding him further into the loft with a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah, I saw darlin'." A hand went to Alec's belly and he lowered his head to place a kiss on the distended skin before urging Alec to sit in his favorite chair.

Alec just watched as Eliot ambled into the kitchen. "What're you doin'? We ain't done discussin' this."

"I know. Just gettin' you a little snack."

Scowling, Alec laid back in the recliner and sighed. His hand went to his belly as he watched Eliot in the kitchen. Fried pickles with grape jelly would be forthcoming and Alec's scowl slowly turned into a smile.

Food was never in short supply, and he was constantly showered with adoration by the older man. And okay, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit he enjoyed being the center of Eliot's world.

But really? The ultrasound had put a whole new spin on the life growing within him. Or rather, lives.

A boy and a girl. Twins. They were having twins....

[elebridith]

RPS, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve, Fuzzy pink slipper

[havenward.livejournal.com]

OK, so this isn't techncially Chris/Steve per say. But they are, in fact, behind this 100%, so I hope that counts...


Jensen smirks as he lets himself into the office. Security is here, as well as a few people lower on the food chain than himself. He spots Tom across the room, all but melting into his computer in an effort to put in some overtime. (Mikey had been bitching about it for days, never mind that it meant extra days on the vacation Tom would be taking in little over a month.) Weaving through the cubicles, he whistles to himself.

Today, he's getting off work early. He's going to go home, fuck Jared into the sheets, and then they're going to play the very best prank he's ever come up with on Chris and Steve. It was a stroke of brilliance, really, they were going to--

He stops short as he reaches his desk, thoughts derailing completely. There, sitting politely on his keyboard, is a single pink, fuzzy slipper. With a small note tucked inside.

Don't even think about it.


We're watching you.

Jensen swallows hard and glances around. The handwriting is definitely Steve's neat scrawl, the one he uses when he wants to be sure no one misunderstands him.

Maybe he and Jared can catch a movie instead...

[elebridith]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, sugar high

how do i pass this up? there is ALWAYS Fun Dip in the main office here.

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

Fun Dip. Tiny little packages of evil. The bright green lay strewn across the floor of Leverage Inc. Nate suppressed a sigh. How many times had he warned them NOT to let Eliot have sugar? It was bad enough at the new moon when anything more than the tiny half teaspoon in a cup of coffee had Eliot bouncing off of the walls, but tonight was the full moon. This was not good. Nate needed to know who brought in Fun Dip and he needed to know now. Whoever it was, they could damned well wolf-sit tonight!

He heard the music coming from the conference room and felt an icy path of dread as he turned to investigate.

There was Eliot, up on the table, on his hands, feet skimming the ceiling, hair flopping every which way, manic laugh coming from his mouth. Parker and Hardison were dancing around like they were in a club; Parker had one of the white candy dip sticks hanging out of her mouth the same way she held her favorite mini light when she was picking a lock. They were all laughing.

He knew the moment Eliot caught his scent. Eliot stopped short, flipped over, did a neat little tuck-and-roll off of the table and was standing well within Nate’s personal space in the matter of about a second and a half. He stood just far enough away that they weren’t physically touching, but close enough that Nate broke out in goosebumps. Eliot took a deep breath. “You smell really good.”

“Thanks,” Nate said, his voice cautious.

“What time is it? Is it late? It doesn’t feel late. I think we have enough time. Don’t you, Nate? Think we have enough time to get back to my place and fuck like wild things in the darkest parts of the forest? Think there’s enough time before the moon? I think there’s enough time. Fuck, you smellsogood.”

Nate tried not to laugh. He secretly loved when Eliot babbled. Mostly because it was all said in that same gravelly, husky, just fucked voice that drove Nate nuts and made him hard; but also because it almost never happened. Only two things on earth were capable of making Eliot babble: sugar near the full moon; and when he would top Nate in bed. Eliot didn’t top often, his wolf was a natural beta and preferred to present his pert, perfect ass for a good pounding every chance he got. But every now and then, the wolf would fade away and it was just the man, and then he would push Nate back and settle between his legs and push into Nate’s body with such care and such finesse, that no one would ever believe that he was, in fact, a dangerous beast within a dangerous man.

Eliot took a deep breath and tasted the air, tasted Nate on it, tasted how turned on Nate was right now. “Come on, Nate, if we leave right now we’ll have time for you to go down on me. Don’t you wanna do that? Don’t you wanna just get the hell outta here and suck me off? Then bend me over and take me so hard I still feel it after I shift? Fuck, what time is it? And where are we going tonight? I don’t think we have time to get to the cabin and have lots of sex before I shift. Maybe we should just go to the warehouse district. HA! Warehouse, werewolf! That’s funny.”

“Eliot? Eliot?” Nate gathered Eliot’s attention again. Slightly glazed eyes, full of laughter met his own. “We’ve got time to get out there and do everything you want to do, but first? Yeah, first I need you to tell me something. Can you answer a question for me?”

Eliot smiled brighter. “Anything, darlin. You just tell me what you need to know and I’ll tell you. Well, I’ll tell you if I know it, but if I don’t know it I’d have to find out. Do we have time to find out?”

“Just tell me, real quick, hon. You should already know.” Nate leaned in a little and traced his finger along the line of Eliot’s jaw, making the other man whimper. “Who brought in the Fun Dip?”

Nate heard the door slam as Parker and Hardison both ran out. Bastards.

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel; "What are you doing with those tentacles, Jack?"

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"Um, Jack?"

"Yes, Daniel?"

"Are those what I think they are?"

"Yes, I think they are what you think they are."

"I think they're tentacles, Jack."

"Then you think right, Daniel."

"Okay. I'll bite. What are you doing with those tentacles, Jack?"

"Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you."

"I don't think...ah...oh, I like that...a little lower...oh...but um...that's not...what these are...oh my god, Jack!"

"Knew you'd like that one. Turn off the lights. They glow in the dark."

"They what? Oh...oh...do that again...deeper...oh...oh...oh."

"Did you just..."

"Yeah."

"Nice."

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel "turned accidentally into action figures. Someone "plays" with them."

[strg8g33k.livejournal.com]

They've been like this for ages. Daniel, bent over a miniture dining table, with Jack straddling him. Well, it was meant to look like that, instead it was just Jack standing behind him, the small lump that was supposed to be his cock touching his ass, his small plastic hands resting on the small pink table, either side of Daniel. It would have been erotic if the clothes that they were wearing were removable, if Jack was capable of sustaining an erection, if there wasn't a barbie doll standing at the doorway facing them.

Daniel was not happy at all. Why was it that everybody thought he was always taking it up the ass? Daniel was normally the one giving it to Jack, who would scream so loud that it was rather surprising that nobody has found out that they've been at it like rabbits for years now. Daniel found it demeaning that he was stuck like this.

***

The person responsible for their predicament thought that it was about time that she chose another position for her two new additions. After a moment of thinking, she had the perfect idea. She took Jack and Daniel into the bedroom and arranged them into an entirely new position. She smiled at her handywork.

***

If Jack could smile, he would. He really enjoyed this new position they were in. Jack was laying down on the bed, with Daniel's crotch in his face. Daniel's face was likewise buried in Jack's crotch. If there was one thing he found a little disconserting, it was that the Angel and Spike action figures were standing right next to them, with their hands on each other's crotches.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage/AtS, Jeff/Chris/Eliot/Lindsey, naughty boys

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Jeff damped down a crash of arousal at the sight of the three nearly-identical men kneeling at his feet. He tapped the crop against his thigh, watching their reactions; Lindsey flinching, Eliot smirking and Christian's knees falling slightly further open.

"I don't want to hear your side of things," Jeff informed them. "I'm sure by now you've all agreed on a story. What I do know is that Ford sent you to me for a reason." He instructed them to bend forward, foreheads to the floor. He trailed the crop along their upturned exposed asses, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the sight and adjust himself in his jeans.

He lay down six slaps of the crop in quick succession, one on each ass cheek. Lindsey, Eliot & Christian all cried out; a chorus of grunts, groans and gasps that went straight to Jeff's cock... he was going to have one hell of a night with these three naughty boys... and he couldn't wait!

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve, cupcakes

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

If there's one thing Christian's learned over the years, it's that when Steve is upset, Steve bakes. And that the worst thing Christian can do is to interrupt; he just has to let Steve bake, let him work it out.

So when Christian stumbles home, his back aching after a long day bent over at the studio to find Steve baking, he does the only thing he can. He shrugs off his jacket, pulls his wallet from his pocket and grabs a can of beer from the fridge. He hops up onto one of the unused counter, picks at his nailpolish, drinks his beer, watches Steve baking, keeps up a monologue about his day and ignores the tear-streaked eyeliner down Steve's face.

He doesn't know how long he's sat there, but he's still sitting there, legs swinging back and forth when Steve turns and hands him a cupcake before collapsing against him. Christian places the cupcake on the counter next to him and holds Steve tight as he cries; tears soaking his shirt.

[never-says-die.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, star sprinkles

What? I found Rainbow Brite episodes on youtube the other day.

[xantalyn.livejournal.com]

Eliot set the plate of cupcakes down on Nate's desk with a grunt turning away to go back to the kitchen. He fully planned on spending the next hour and a half cleaning it spotless. It was part of the process, part of the plan and just how his mama taught him but before he could get back to work Nate reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He held the phone with his shoulder as he finished the important call, probably working up some potential job. "Yeah well alright then. We'll be in touch. No, don't you worry just leave that up to us. Bye now." He wound down the call having dipped his finger into the icing of the cupcake and sucked it clean. Nate's feet came to the floor as he sat up in his office chair setting the phone down. "You made me cupcakes?" Nate couldn't help but smile as he picked up the delicate little treat.

"Yeah, well not just you." He took his arm back with a shrug, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stood there expectantly.

It took Nate a second to realize he was waiting for him to taste but when he did it was heaven. "You are one talented man Spencer." He licked the vanilla off his bottom lip.

"I'm just gettin started." Eliot drawled leaning in, his hands strong on the arms of Nate's chair bending to be right in his face. "Missed a spot." He licked at the corner of his mouth till he let him in to taste, though Eliot was more interested in him than the baked goods. He pulled away slowly, his hand leaving a floury print against Nate's chest when his eyes rose. "You like 'em?"

"Really good, Eliot. I especially like the Star Sparkles." Nate teased with a muffled laugh as he sucked the crumbs off his thumb.

"They're sprinkles.. quins.. whatever just, they're not sparkles." He growled deep in his throat as he protested which prompted the older man to let out a full hearty laugh.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say. They're a nice touch."

"I'll show you a nice touch."

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot/Author's choice, blue no purple no just not pink (but it's your color)


::entirely innocent, I swear::

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Read this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/20075.html?thread=2972267#t2972267) first...

"Look, I can fix this, I swear, just...gimme a second," Eliot said, staring at Imari's pastel colored mop. "You're not touching me Spencer," Imari growled, and despite that whole spring color theme, he was actually kind of menacing even to Eliot, in an odd, erotic kinda way. So the specialist backed off, frowning. "It's not so bad, really..." He jumped out of swatting range when Imari snarled at him.

Oh yeah, touchy fella when it came to his hair.

"Are you done now," Nate asked them both idly. Imari's sulk and Eliot's 'help me!' expression told him that yes, games had ceased and he pulled out his cell phone while taking Eliot's knit cap from his head and yanking it over Imari's disasterous do. "Madi, it's Nate. How much would an emergency dye job cost? No, not for me, for a friend of mine." He was silent for a moment, then nodded, grabbing Imari's wrist and yanking him along. "That's doable. Say, got any purple on hand or do you need us to pick some up?"

*_*_*

Half an hour later they were in a woman's house, Imari sitting in a kitchen chair with a smock around him. "So, did you decide on the color hon?" she asked with a smile.

Madi, or Mari as her name was spelled, was a hispanic woman who absolutely adored Nate. She was kind, funny and had put Imari at ease at once, even as she pulled out her scisors and gave him a trim he hadn't asked for or needed. "Um...blue. No, wait...purple. No, blue..." Imari scowled at himself in the mirror and wrinkled his nose, the pink on his hair almost the exact same shade as hsi eyes. "Just...no pink, okay?"

"You sure?" She asked with a smile. "It really is your color." He wrinkled his nose in response and she laughed, then turned him so he couldn't see the mirror. "Trust me?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked with a smile. She just laughed and began sectioning off his hair.

The boxes of dye Imari bought were his favorite brand and were usually very reliable. Just so happened that this time, the color was much lighter than he would have liked. "I'm using Manic Panic," Madi said as she pulled some latex gloves on. "I think the bold color will work for ya. We're just doing the tips, like a highlight frost, right?"

"Yes please," he said, slouching down in the chair to make it easier for her. "Sit up straight hon, I got a board to stand on if I need to."

He did as he was told, a smile on his face.

*_*_*

Four hours later, Madi shut off the hair dryer and ran her fingers through his hair. Both Nate and Eliot were staring at him in open mouthed wonder and it made Imari blush. A couple of pumps of styling stuff and Madi was running her hands through his hair again before nodding. "There, all set. No more easter egg."

She turned him to face the mirror and he blinked. His hair was indeed spikey, and there was a TON of color, but there was also plenty of his natural white hair to be seen. The colors were on the tips, just whispers really, but nice and dark the way he wanted. There was Infra red (http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/infrared.html), and Shocking Blue (http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/shockingblue.html), and also Green Envy (http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/greenenvy.html) all scattered about. And there, right in the middle of his forehead, just a tiny whisper of Cotton Candy Pink (http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/cottoncandypink.html).

He couldn't help but grin. Then, Madi's face was next to his in the mirror and she winked. "Toldja it was your color."

Nate chuckled as Imari blushed.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot/author's choice, drinking shots that are all pseudonyms for sex

(extra points if the conversation makes it sound like they ought to be fucking)


with the continued innocence...

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Eliot slapped his palm on the counter and licked his lips. "I need a vibrator (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=9302&t=Vibrator&ty=cocktail+recipe). Now. Just...now."

Imari laughed and shook his head, setting a drink in front of the long haired man. "Thought you'd be lookin' for a wet pussy (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=7827&t=Wet+pussy&ty=cocktail+recipe) instead. You don't seem the vibrator type to me El."

"There's a lot you don't know about him," Nate said with a grin. "Boy loves a stiff dick (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=2776&t=Stiff+dick&ty=shooter+recipe) like nothin' else. Trust me, I know."

"I'm sure you do Mr. Man," Imari leered. "How about you? What tickles your pickle?"

"A good ol' fashioned violent fuck (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=7803&t=Violent+fuck&ty=cocktail+recipe). Doesn't get any better than that when you're poundin' 'em back."

"Mmmm," Imari purred, licking his lips and setting a high ball glass in front of Nate. "Man after my own heart. Though I prefer a wild fuck (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=10061&t=Wild+fuck&ty=cocktail+recipe) instead."

"Wild fuck, violent fuck, they're all the same," Eliot grinned. "Just a way to get to the afterglow (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=2033&t=Afterglow&ty=cocktail+recipe)."

Imari laughed, putting another drink on the bar in front of Eliot, shakes his head. "You know, you two are just...bad."

Eliot grinned, sipping his Jizz (http://www.cocktail.uk.com/db/viewCocktail.asp?ID=4314). "Yeah, but did we convince you to sleep with us?"

Imari rolled his eyes and grinned before shimmying off down the bar.

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot/author's choice, wearing spandex in the gymnasium

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Imari had a specific pattern when he was working on a new routine. When there were photocell beams to be avoided in different configurations that had to be flipped over, ducked under and avoided, he had to learn their pattern. After all, what good was being able to get into a building if he was just going to set the alarm off?

So, he got the layout of everything from Twitchy, then rearranged modules in his gym to represent things he had to avoid. His hair was pulled back in a braid and he wore....well...spandex.

The setup was too new to wear his work clothes, and wearing his linen clothes were too...billowy for a new situation. So, he wore spandex. Black spandex pants and a black spandex tank to be precise.

However, he'd learned early on when dealing with Eliot, that if he wore spandex around the shorter man, then he wouldn't be getting his workout in. At least not in the gym. Well, maybe in the gym, but certainly not in the way he intended. So, he got dressed once he got into his workspace.

But Eliot, he was an adaptive little shit. He knew how to get what he wanted. Which explained why he'd asked Nate to go with him to see what Imari wanted for dinner. Because Nate loved seeing Imari in spandex just as much as Eliot did.

And that in and of itself explained why Imari's new setup was being neglected. Because Eliot got what he wanted, and right now the long haired man was on his knees in front of Imari, mouthing his cock through the material of his pants while Nate urged him on as he fucked his Pet eagerly...

[havenward.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, gummy worms

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"I'm telling you, Jen," Jared muttered, "This could be a new demon or something." He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick pic. "I should definitely send this to Eric."

Jensen snarled behind the gag. Green glittering eyes that promised death which Jared blithely ignored.

"But then again," He cocked his head to the side. "I would have to explain the concept and that could be a problem." He grinned at Jensen's anger red face, dimples flashing.

"I mean, how do you say...'I tied up my costar who I have been fucking for years, even though you don't know that Mr. Kripke, and after I fucked him, his hole was nice and loose. Who knew that many gummy worms would fit or look that?" He wrinkled his nose, "It looks all tentaclely..." He met Jensen's furious gaze. "Is that even a word, Jen?"

But semantics be damned. Jared liked gummy worms, he liked eating Jensen's ass, the two together? Well, Jared was a very happy boy.

Later, he awoke to the sounds of buttons being pressed on a cell phone and then said cell phone flying through the air. And said phone breaking into a dozen pieces.

"Jen?" He asked sleepily. "The hell?" Cold metal bit into his wrists.

He looked up to meet Jensen's gaze with part fear and part lust. Jensen had a bag of gummy worms.

"Pay back's a bitch."

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/author's choice(s), fanboy using photoshop

Photo Geek

[ccacolakid.livejournal.com]

"Oh...why didn't I think of this sooner." Alec smirked, his mouse clicking away as he dragged and dropped image after image, cutting and pasting until the image was to his liking. "Ha! Gotcha. I *am* the Photoshop King!" He said throwing his hands up in the air in victory, then after a quick sip of his soda, he went to work on the next one.

It had been a slow day at the office and most of his colleagues were off doing their thing while he was happily doing his ...in the conference room....with his state of the art laptop....and a whole wall of screens to bend to his every whim and will.

On the screen was the X-Men Team...their faces removed and most had been replaced by the leverage team. He still had Parker to do, and his own, but so far so good. Occasionally the small space was filled with a snort, and then a laugh....until, another sound filled the room...that of stilettos on Italian tile.

"Oh...My..." Sophie said as she looked at the monitors in amazement. "Good choice for Wolverine." She said, admiring Eliot's face on the others body.

"Much better than last time." Parker said, peeping over her shoulder.

"Why's that?" Sophie asked.

The young thief grinned, as Hardison was giving her the 'NO!' motion. "He was working on Snow White."

"I better not have been Grumpy." Eliot said, sauntering into the room.

"Doooopey!" Parker sang as she left the room, leaving the squeaking sounds of her Converse and a fearful Alec in her wake.

"Dope...Like...'Man, you are so dope'...You aren't going to hurt me are you?" Alec cringed as Eliot advanced on him.
End.

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, John and Rodney's zombie romantic comedy (zomromcom)

[havenward.livejournal.com]

AtS/SPN, Lindsey/Dean, curse involving cute fluffy forest creatures

(Extra points if there's singing involved... oh, yeah. Brain totally went Disney.)

[havenward.livejournal.com]

RPS, teen!kitty!Kane/Carlson, silly string

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

It's the morning after the night before and Steve's parents are due home in a couple of hours. The house is still a total mess after last nights party and ok, so his parents knew he was throwing a party for his 18th, gave permission for it. Hell, they even went away for the weekend to give him space. But they had told him that the place had better be damn spotless when they get home.

Right now, it's not spotless. It's the polar opposite of spotless; cans, bottles, glasses, cups, plates, empty pizza boxes, spilled drinks, stepped on food, silly string, confetti all litter every surface.

Everyone's gone home. Except for Christian. Who, naturally, is stretched out half on top of Steve and fast asleep, tail twitching as he dreams.

Steve jerks awake with a start, bolting upright. He dislodges Christian, knocking him off the couch and sending him to the floor where he lands and wakes up with a yelp. "What the..." He pushes himself to all fours and stretches out. "Stevie?"

Steve giggles. "Thought cats landed on all fours?"

Christian growls playfully and pounces on Steve. "I'm not a cat," he points out, nuzzling at Steve's jaw before kissing him.

"You're my cat," Steve tells him, running his fingers through Christian's hair to make him purr. He brushes his lips over Christian's. "My mom's gonna kill us," he says softly, looking at the mess surrounding them.

Christian tipped his head to the side, whiskers twitching as he looked around. He chirped softly and sat up, pulling Steve to his feet. "We got a couple hours still?" He asks and Steve nods. "So lets get started." He grabs a roll of bin bags from the kitchen and throws it at Steve. "You get the stuff that needs cleanin and i'll get the trash." He starts picking up pizza crusts and boxes, cans and bottles, throwing them into a bag as Steve treks back and forth to the kitchen with glasses and plates. Slowly, order is regained.

That is until when Christian picks up a can of silly string and accidentally presses the trigger. And sprays the string at Steve. They both still, and then laugh. And Steve picks up another can of the stuff, shakes it and sprays Christian back.

All hell breaks loose then; the two boys chasing each other around the room, spraying silly string at each other. They collapse in a pile in the middle of the room, covered in the stuff, laughing and kissing which is how they are moments later when Steve's parents come home.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

RPS, JediKnight!Kane/JediMaster!Carlson/padawan!Ackles, "is that a hydrospanner in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

"Master Carlson," Knight Christian Kane nodded to the other Jedi as they passed each other in the corridor. "Padawan Ackles." His pace slowed and he felt Master Carlson do the same

"Knight Kane," Master Steve Carlson returned the nod, smile quirking his lips as he stopped in front of the door to his quarters. He glanced around, then let his grin come to full force as he opened the door. "A moment of your time, please?"

"Certainly, Master." There was laughter in Christian's's voice as he followed Steve into his quarters. He studiously ignored the snort of laughter and the roll of eyes from the young Padawan, but was unable to stop himself chuckling when Steve cuffed him round the head, then sent him to the cafeteria for subsistence.

The door slid shut and Christian found himself slammed back against it; Steve pressing him flush against him, hands fisting in his hair as they kissed. "Steve..."

"Chris..." Steve breathed deep, nuzzling his throat. "Fuck I missed you."

"Missed you too." Christian moaned, his hands fumbling with the ties holding Steve's robes closed. He threw his head back against the wall, hips rocking up, humping against Steve's leg. "Got a hyrdospanner in your pocket darlin' or are you just that happy to see me."

Steve chuckled and lifted his head from where he was busy sucking a mark on the skin of Christian's throat. "Actually," he blushed and reached into his robes, pulling out the offending tool. "It is a hydrospanner. But believe me when I say I am that happy to see you." He curled his fingers around Christian's wrist and drew his hand into his robes, letting him feel his erection. Both men groaned at the touch; Christian leaning forward and kissing Steve.

"Fuck, Steve..." His fingers curled around Steve's erection, thumb brushing teasingly over the head until Steve whimpered against his lips.

Pressing Christian back against the door again, Steve gripped his long curls and kissed him hard, tongue parting his lips. "Have I mentioned how much I love it when you call me Master..."

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney, unicorn