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comment_ficSorry about the lateness of this! I honestly don't know what's happened. But, I am here now and am opening the floor to your roaming imaginations. Let those ideas fly free!
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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Sharp teeth and wild souls
Alice/RPS, Hatter/Matt Bomer, Addicted to pretty
If nothing strikes you fancy go for a prowl through the lonely prompts!
Just remember to follow the rules:
* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
*No spoilers until at least a week after publication/air-date
*If your prompt is filled you may post another one
Also please format your prompts as follows to keep our code monkeys from getting crazier, second one is for crossovers.
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Sharp teeth and wild souls
Alice/RPS, Hatter/Matt Bomer, Addicted to pretty
If nothing strikes you fancy go for a prowl through the lonely prompts!
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:37 pm (UTC)The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Date: 2011-05-07 12:18 pm (UTC)Mickey wishes he could compare himself to a twin but he and Ricky were to much the same, the lines between them, between their worlds, to thin. He knows it in the way Jake watches him that he is not quite different enough to be anything else but a memory of a man who was loved.
He does not, at first, wish to take what is offered, it feels like stealing, like falseness, like an ugly patina on his skin. He knows Jake will not push, as much as he watches with pained, wistful eyes, and Mickey is thankful for that, the hot gaze of a man something to get used to. But he cannot help but entertain the possibility, because he is alone here, more alone even then when Rose disappeared, when the police were bashing on his door and the looks in the street turned hostile. He would love to see one of those hostile looks, so long as they came from a face that was more than a facsimile of what he knew. He cannot regret his choice though, lonely as it is, and it is so incredibly lonely, because he is, for the first time in his life, important. All kinds of suffering can be ignored or dismissed when one feels that they have a place in the world.
That is why, more than the loneliness or the craving for human touch, that he allows himself to take what Jake offers. Because when Jake looks at him, he is the most important person in the world.
There is dampness on Jake's cheeks when they kiss, and a fierce need in the way he slams their bodies together. His hand on Mickey's dick is new and really fucking good. He knows everything about Mickey, because he knew everything about Ricky and it sends a spike of ice into Mickey's gut just as much as it sends heat.
He is not in his world, he is being loved by a man who loves his mirror image, and yet, even as cold unease pools in his belly, Mickey cannot regret it, because at least here, he isn't the tin dog.
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:37 pm (UTC)Your Gorgeous But Psychotic Stalker
Date: 2011-08-29 05:54 am (UTC)“Don’t look now but we’re being followed,” Kurt hisses, yanking his hand out of Connor’s. His boyfriend looks at him questioningly. “What? I don’t want to be gay bashed.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Connor says, turning his head to look behind them.
“I told you not to look! But do you see him? He’s tall, dark and handsome but with this super serious face and heavy brows and he looks like he could break me like a board with a single karate chop.”
“A karate chop? Really? Sometimes I wonder about how your mind works.” Turning back around, Connor throws his arm around Kurt. “But yeah, I see him. Don’t worry about it, babe. He’s harmless.” He kisses Kurt on the cheek.
“What do you mean, he’s harmless? He looks psychotic. Gorgeous, but psychotic. And you’re telling me not to worry…” Kurt stops walking abruptly, shrugs Connor away. “Do you know him or something?”
“Relax.” Connor smiles and Kurt is pretty sure that it’s supposed to be reassuring but, like so much with Connor, it feels suspiciously like an imitation of what he’s seen other people’s boyfriends do.
“Oh my God, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” Kurt’s aware that his voice is rising into pissed-off Rachel Berry diva territory but he can’t help it. “I should have known! You’re always so withdrawn---“
“Kurt, shut up. It’s not like that. He’s… That guy, he’s kind of my dad.” Connor’s not smiling anymore, just staring into Kurt’s eyes, and this time the emotion seems real. But…
“That doesn’t make any sense! I’ve met your parents. And your dad was not that hot or so… violent-looking.”
“It’s a little complicated,” Connor says, “but basically all you need to know is that I’m adopted.”
“And your birth father is stalking you?”
“Pretty much. Like I said, it’s complicated.” Connor reaches for Kurt’s hand, after a moment of hesitation, Kurt takes it. “Come on. We don’t want to be late for class.”
They start to walk. “But shouldn’t we confront him or something? Maybe he wants to talk to you.”
“No,” Connor says. “I pretend that I don’t see him. He just likes to check up on me every once in a while, make sure I’m okay. I’ll tell you the whole story tonight. It’s long, though.”
“That’s okay.” Kurt kisses Connor. “We can stay up all night. I don’t mind.”
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:42 pm (UTC)Don't want your money,
(That shit's ugly),
Just want your sex
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:44 pm (UTC)Getting to Know You 1/2
Date: 2011-05-06 08:07 pm (UTC)Gabriel is eating strawberry cream pie with extra strawberry syrup when they pull into the next diner. He gestures over to the booth and Dean and Cas slide in on one side, leaving Sam to sit next to Gabriel. "Want some?" Gabriel asks Sam as Dean studies the menu and Castiel studies Gabriel.
Strawberry syrup drips down the edge of Gabriel's fork and lands on the table. "No thanks," Sam says politely, his teeth aching just from looking at the sugary-sweet concoction. "I'm gonna have a salad."
Gabriel looks at him like he's gone demon-y and shudders.
*
Sam's surfing the Internet looking for information on sylphs when Gabriel pops in, sprawling on Dean's bed. Sam considers telling him to get his boots off the bed but hello, archangel, and what the hell it's Dean's bed. "What's up?" he asks curiously. Gabriel has never visited Sam alone before. "Dean and Cas okay?"
Gabriel cocks his head for a moment then says, "They're fine." He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head. "I just stopped by to see how things were going."
Bemused, Sam closes his laptop. "Fine," he says cautiously. How do you make small talk with an archangel? With a being who has literally seen the creation of the world? "Do you want a Hershey bar?"
Gabriel looked pleased as Sam dug out two chocolate bars from his duffel.
*
Dean's hustling pool in a fairly crowded bar, Sam and Gabriel watching from a high table. Castiel has gone off on some sort of angel business that Gabriel deemed unimportant. Sam tilts his beer back for a swallow. He's fairly certain Gabriel is drinking Bailey's, which amuses him to no end. As if reading his thoughts -- and damn, he might well have been -- Gabriel grins and says "Mead. That was a drink. They just don't make 'em like that anymore."
"Maybe Anheiser-Busch will tap into that market," Sam agrees amiably. The beer is giving him a good buzz, and it is nice to have company that doesn't bitch at him or mock him, or basically act like his brother. He puts a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, then quickly draws it back. "You aren't going to smite me or anything if I touch you, are you?"
Gabriel considers him seriously. "I do bite," he says soberly.
Sam laughs.
*
Getting to Know You 2/2
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:46 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2011-05-07 08:06 am (UTC)When all is said and done they are the only two people in the universe who know and understand what it is to be a Time Lord and, more importantly, a Gallifreyan.
When all is said and done the only person who's been able to invoke this level of emotion in either of them is the other.
When all is said and done it is inevitable that they'll end up together.
No one ever said it'd be easy though.
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:48 pm (UTC)Small things
Date: 2011-05-07 12:48 am (UTC)John wishes sometimes he could just fix him and fix Cam, but like everyone has said, it just doesn't work that way. They're forever going to carry this.
But at least they have each other for the days that their hearts break a little more and it feels like there's no hope.
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Date: 2011-05-06 07:48 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-05-07 08:28 am (UTC)The Doctor is blindfolded but he doesn't need to see to know the expression on his oldest lover's face.
Slow, wet kisses are dropped across his shoulders as the Doctor moans.
" So receptive. You've missed me haven't you?" The Master breathes. " I'll tell you a secret: I've missed you too."
When the Master touches him the Doctor can feel the differance in those hands from one touch to the next and knows that if he could see the Master would be flickering through each regeneration. From blonde to brunette, tall to short, slender to broad shouldered. All the same man, all the one person he would kill for.
"Please..." he begs, but the Master just keeps teasing him.
Time jumps and slows and loses all meaning until the Doctor's finally allowed to feel the Masters hands firming on his body, readying him for release.
"Please..." He begs again.
This time the Master is merciful.
"Come for me. " the Master whispers before biting hard on the Doctor's shoulder.
The Doctor wakes with a shout, spilling his seed all over his sheets.
For a moment he is still lost in the pleasant haze, remembered pleasure mixing with new, but then reality reasserts itself.
The Master is gone. They'll never have this again...
He meets Martha for lunch like he promised (only a week late this time) but the Doctor can't quite meet her eyes when she chatters on about her family.
For her the Master is a nightmare, a fairytale boggle; she'd never understand why the Doctor loves him even after everything he's done.