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comment_ficWelcome to the weekend fellow writers! Friday means loose imaginations and sultry prompts of all tastes... just let it all out.
Just remember to keep to the rules:
And to let our codemonkeys hold on to that last fragment of sanity please use the following format for prompts, last ones are for crossovers:
Just remember to keep to the rules:
* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* If one of your prompts get answered you can leave another one.
* No spoilers in prompts until one week after air/publication date.
* If your fill contains a spoiler warn in bold and with appropriate spoiler space.
And to let our codemonkeys hold on to that last fragment of sanity please use the following format for prompts, last ones are for crossovers:
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, Living for now (might be gone tomorrow)
Leverage RPS, Christian Kane/Tim Hutton, Don't forget about me (Don't forget about us)
Bones/Criminal Minds, Angela/Garcia, "Now this is art..."
CWRPS/Wolverine RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Hugh Jackman, subvocal
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Date: 2010-09-03 12:26 pm (UTC)no fic
Date: 2010-09-06 12:44 pm (UTC)I'm surprised no one has written anything about that before, because I can see Gabriel really getting mileage out of screwing with people over the resemblance.
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Date: 2010-09-03 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 12:30 pm (UTC)No fic...but...
Date: 2010-09-03 01:51 pm (UTC)Re: No fic...but...
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Date: 2010-09-03 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 12:32 pm (UTC)"We are not lost, I know exactly where we are... Maybe."
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Date: 2010-09-03 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-03 12:59 pm (UTC)no fic but
Date: 2010-09-03 03:56 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:11 pm (UTC)The Boys Next Door
Date: 2010-09-03 02:44 pm (UTC)Mrs. Johnson hadn't originally thought her new neighbors were going to be a good addition to the neighborhood. She had read somewhere that young gay men liked things like orgies and raves, and would probably be perfectly happy trampling over her begonias, despite the fact that she had spent months carefully cultivating them. She worried even more when she was introduced to the five roommates, all living in a four bedroom house.
However, they were polite and well dressed, and that blond boy was the most well-spoken man she had ever met in her entire life. It happened slowly, but bit by bit she became more accustomed to them and began thinking that maybe they actually could fit into the neighborhood.
When that nice Chinese boy had the unquestionable gall to comment on her begonias, mentioning that they could be a brighter shade if she only added a Chinese component, Mrs. Johnson almost blew up at him. When he added that he would be happy to acquire said component for her and teach her how to use it, he became her knight in shining armor.
Time passed and those boys continued to show themselves as respectful, resourceful, private neighbors who had no interest in ruining the calm (except for that boy with the braid and his motorcycle, but everyone has to have some excitement in life). There was even that one time when the other Asian boy chased those high schoolers away from the street after they started batting mailboxes down...
Mrs. Johnson knew the boys had to have secrets, everyone did in one way or another. But, she found that those secrets didn't matter because the boys in front of them showed how valuable life was, secrets or not.
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:35 pm (UTC)Natural, Remus/Sirius.
Date: 2010-09-04 03:09 am (UTC)Everyone else laughs it off because of course it is Sirius being Sirius, but Remus knows better. Though Sirius uses "I love you" easily (Lily thinks it was because he didn't get enough affection at home. Sometimes Remus thinks Lily tries too hard), he says it differently when he speaks to Remus. His eyes go soft, his mouth turns up just so, and Remus knows that he is completely lost.
One of these days -- one of these days, some day soon -- Remus will look at him the same way and say "I love you." He always means to, but somehow when he opens his mouth the words get tangled in his throat and come out as "shove off, Padfoot" or "shut up, Sirius."
And when that happens, Sirius's eyes go hard again and his mouth turns down at the corners; his whole body turns in on itself, then inside out and cheerful again. Seeing that makes Remus heavy. He doesn't like it, he realizes, and vows never, ever to do it again until the next time Sirius goes a little too far.
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:52 pm (UTC)Together 1/2
Date: 2010-09-14 01:01 am (UTC)When Gibbs' reading glasses take up residence in Tony's bedside table, it really isn't that surprising, because Gibbs leaves those things everywhere.
When Gibbs buys a bigger TV, Tony sees it only as a good sign- his Boss is finally leaving the dark ages. So what if huge chunks of his movie collection are slowly moving their way over to Gibbs' house? That's where he is most of the time, and he likes being able to watch them.
It seems perfectly logical that he keeps Gibbs' super strong coffee in his apartment and the older man keeps his favorite cereal on hand. After all, they eat breakfast together more often than not, lately.
He doesn't even think anything of it when Gibbs borrows one of his dress shirts for work, not having anything clean left at Tony's place. Well, he drags him into an elevator and mauls him around two in the afternoon, but he doesn't freak out.
But when the lease on his apartment comes up and Gibbs suggests he not renew it, Tony nearly has a panic attack.
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asks, looking up from the World section of the paper (he hands Tony the comics, sports, and business sections and keeps the 'real' news for himself) in alarm as his lover chokes on his coffee.
"Live here? With you?" Tony splutters, wiping up the spilled beverage.
Gibbs sighs, the way he does when someone is being particularly obtuse. "Tony, we already spend every night together. This way, we just won't have to decide whose place to go to every night."
"Why does it have to be your place we keep?" Tony asks belligerently. He's terrified of the idea of living with Gibbs permanently. If he moves in to the other man's home, where will he go when it all goes wrong?
"Your apartment doesn't have a guest bedroom," Gibbs points out reasonably. "I thought you liked this house. If you don't, we can put it on the market and look for something together."
Tony's shocked. He knows what this place means to Gibbs. It's where he lived with his beloved wife and daughter, where he keeps their memories. Tony would never take that from him. "It's a beautiful house. I just... I need my own space."
"Turn the spare bedroom into an office or a workout room or whatever you want. I'll help," Gibbs offers matter of a factly, as if it's no big deal.
"Then where will your dad sleep when he visits?" Tony counters.
"The couch. He's done it before," Gibbs says evenly. "Or you could put a futon in the room when you redo it, and we can still use it for guests."
Tony actually really likes that idea. The futon will also give him somewhere to sleep when they reach the point that Gibbs doesn't want him in his bed anymore. But he still feels like he's invading Gibbs' sanctuary. What if the older man can't handle having him underfoot all the time?
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-03 01:53 pm (UTC)Be wary of succubus-cupid hybrids. 1/2
Date: 2010-09-03 10:52 pm (UTC)They hadn't been able to figure it out, it had been able to resist demon traps and holy fire, and they couldn't find anything, it was very powerful, draining people's lives away with sex, other's were becoming rapists. It wasn't a siren, or a rogue-cupid, or even a succubus, but Sam couldn't find a pagan god that it could be.
So Cas and Dean had followed it to it's hideout, an old nightclub, with the colt and an arsenal of other guns. The colt worked though, and they got out of the fight with only a few scratches.
Cas had gotten the worst of it, and they had barely gotten to the edge of town before Cas had started shaking and hunched over in shotgun. Dean suspected the thing had somehow poisoned Cas who was lying back the back seat and while sweating profusely and panting.
He called Sam, "Sammy you got anything on that thing we just ganked?"
"No, but it's dead right? What the problem?" Dean looked back at Cas who was curled up on his side and had a looked of agonized confusion on his face.
"It did something to Cas," oh way to be inappropriate, he was getting hard, from looking at Cas panting and sweating. Cas was in pain, dammit! He wasn't getting turned on by that.
"What's wrong with him?" Sam's voice brought him back.
"I don't know," he turned away from Cas, "he's all hunched up in pain and he might have a fever or something..." he was getting short of breath, he was fully hard now and talking to Sammy, ew.
"Look I'm gonna clean his wounds and see if that helps," he said, Dean did not want to talk to Sam while he was like this, at all, he was full on panting now.
"Wait, Dean, are you okay?"
"Fine," pant, "bye Sammy," he closed his cell and took deep breaths. It wasn't helping, he was just getting hotter and he felt hard as a rock.
A small whine came from the back seat. Dean looked back at Cas, and tried to clear his head, Cas needed him dammit, he could jerk off later when he took a shower.
He grabbed the first aid kit and moved to the back seat, maneuvering Cas to sit up so he could look at his arm.
The moment he touched Cas's skin he felt a great consuming heat pouring through his entire being, and he distantly heard Cas moan.
Dean tried to pull his hand away, but his erection was just painful now, and Cas grabbed his hand before he was an inch away and put his hand back on his skin and moaned again.
"Cas?" Dean panted, already leaning towards him.
Cas's hazy eyes were locked on Dean and Cas grabbed his other hand and pulled it to his neck and face just for the touch it seemed, and groaned again.
Dean was feeling even hazier, and he really thought Cas had the right idea, he pushed Cas's collar open so he could feel more skin. When Cas made a high keening sound, Dean pushed off Cas's jacket and began to rip off his shirt and tie.
Cas seemed to understand this and began yanking at Dean's shirt.
When their chests were finally bare Cas climbed onto Dean's lap so their skin could touch and moaned in relief.
"Dean, what?" Cas's head must have cleared a bit.
"It's okay I got it," Dean panted and it seemed the best idea in the world to mouth Cas's neck and chest that was in front of him.
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Date: 2010-09-03 01:53 pm (UTC)(yes, I'm copying you,