free for all
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comment_fic....
Here's the free for all.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
Here's the free for all.
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:18 am (UTC)RPF, One Direction, Librarians AU with Liam as Baird, Louis as Ezekiel, Harry as Cassandra, Niall as Jake, and Zayn as Flynn
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:19 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Leverage AU: Louis as Nate, Harry as Sophie, Niall as Hardison, Zayn as Parker, and Liam as Eliot
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:19 am (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, it doesn’t matter when, where, or how they meet – some things are meant to be
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:20 am (UTC)Leverage, author’s choice, each of the team is slotted into a world of their worst nightmare – Nate in a world where Sam got the treatment and still died, Eliot in a world where he never left Moreau, so on and so forth
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:21 am (UTC)Leverage, author’s choice, Eliot is the best person on the team to have as an enemy because he’d just straight up kill you.
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:50 am (UTC)Holy shit, we're married as fuck.
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:51 am (UTC)Well all I remember is going to sleep being big spoon to you and waking up being little spoon to *****
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Date: 2015-10-17 06:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-17 07:00 am (UTC)So when you leave me
I will burn on in your soul."
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Date: 2015-10-17 09:03 pm (UTC)"What's it look like?" Jason asks.
"I don't know," Bruce says. "I can't see you." Bruce is on his stomach, and Jason's sitting on his thighs. At his words, Jason tips his head down to Bruce's back, and Bruce feels him smirk against his skin.
"Maybe," Jason says. He sucks a kiss into Bruce's skin, and then another. "I'm marking you up. Making sure that even when you ditch me, you'll still -"
Bruce turns over, carefully so he doesn't send Jason flying. Jason's pupils are huge, the way they always are for hours after patrol. "Jason," Bruce says.
"Uh-huh?" Jason asks. He slides back up Bruce's body, and Bruce feels Jason's thighs squeezing his cock. It's almost enough to distract him, but -
"What makes you think," Bruce says, "Why would I do that?"
Jason shrugs. He moves on Bruce's cock, but he's not looking at him. "Look what happened to Dick.
"You're not Dick," Bruce says, and Jason looks up at him now, something mean and hurt in his eyes.
"Trust me," he says, "I know that."
"Not -" Bruce huffs out a sigh, puts his hands on Jason's shoulders. "Come here." It's not the Batman voice; with Jason, here, he's always - as much of himself as he knows how to be.
Jason lets Bruce pull him down onto his chest, and Bruce plays with Jason's hair. "You're mine," Bruce says. "As much as I'm yours, Jason - and I am - you're mine. Even if you were to leave -" Bruce's throat goes dry at the thought; he needs Jason to an extent he never thought possible. "Even if you leave, Jason, you're still -" he cuts himself off. Jason would still be there, he knows, burning through him.
"Hm," Jason says. He sits up so he can look at Bruce. His eyes are bright, beautiful, and as much as it hurts to look at him, Bruce can't stop - can never seem to stop. "You know," Jason says, "I'm gonna hold you to that."
Bruce drags him back down, kisses Jason until he's panting and whining against him, and then he rolls them over so he's between Jason's thighs. He sucks a bruise there, and then another. "That's just fine," he says.
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:02 am (UTC)(Pls listen to the song)
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:04 am (UTC)Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair
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Date: 2015-10-17 10:30 pm (UTC)He's only this close because their fighting, flashes of combat boots and her leather jacket. She swipes at him with her knife, leaps and knocks him to the ground with a move she learned from Dick years ago.
"Maybe I'll kill you," she says, and Bruce hates that he can't see her eyes, only the white lenses of her domino.
"I'd let you," Bruce says, "If it brought you peace."
He feels her shiver, tremble, feels the knife at his throat slip - the shock plates stop it from cutting.
"Peace?" Jay asks, and when she laughs it's nothing like before, when she'd sit in front of TV painting her toenails and watching Saturday morning cartoons. It's hollow, and cuts through bone. "Is that what you think this is about?"
"Jay," Bruce tries again. She's not attacking, that has to be a g9od sign. "You could come home. You could - I missed you, Jay."
For a long time, she's still. Clouds roll overhead and the signal's in the sky but it can wait, can't it?
Then she pushes up his cowl, leans down and slides his mouth over his, smearing red lipstick all over him in way that couldn't really be called a kiss at all. Her dark hair brushes his exposed skin and Bruce thinks of a thousand times he combed it, braided it, tangled his hands in it.
She pulls back, stands up and fires her line. "Talk to me about peace when that clown is dead."
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:25 am (UTC)(401): Are we playing inappropriate sexual encounters bingo?
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:28 pm (UTC)“Which --”
“Womens,” Roy says.
They’re in the middle of the store while Steph and Jay clean up after closing, on the ground with their backs to each other, filling out what looks like some kind of bastardized bingo card.
Jason watches Roy color in a square marked Chipotle with a little p up in the corner of the square. The one next to it looks exactly the same, except it has a tiny d.
“Hm,” Tim says, unimpressed. “Chipotle booth.”
“Godammit,” Roy mutters. “That’s like, double points.”
“That’s what he said,” Tim smirks and Roy throws his elbow back into Tim’s ribs.
“Okay, okay,” Roy says. “I’ve got a good one. Ferris wheel, when the carnival was in town last week.”
“Roy,” Tim almost yawns. “That is so incredibly lame I don’t even have a square for that.”
“What, you think I’d just pull a Walberg and fingerblast some girl like in Fear? No way,” Roy grins. “Full on fucking.”
“Guy or girl?” Tim asks curiously, drawing little curlicues in the corner of his card.
“Some frat guy,” Roy says. “Fucking ripped. Looked like he rowed crew or something.”
“Top or bottom?”
“Well,” Roy grins, turns his body so he can put his chin on Tim’s shoulder, whisper in his ear. “I rode him so hard I thought our car was going to rock off the hinges.”
“Oh,” Tim says in that low, low voice that says he’s definitely picturing that now and Roy licks a stripe from his ear to his collarbone, starts sucking on the skin there until Jason walks by and swats him with a broom.
“So. How many points?” Roy asks, dragging his teeth over Tim’s ear, watching goosebumps prickle up and down his arms.
“Dunno,” Tim says. “We didn’t account for the fair coming to town when we made these.”
“That one works,” Roy says, reaching over Tim’s shoulder to tap the mile high club square.
Tim snorts. “No way, that’s seventy-five points.”
“So,” Roy says. “That’ll still put me thirty points behind you. Mm, hey. Behind you,” Roy says and licks Tim’s ear, gets his hand up Tim’s shirt.
“You know, this why you always lose,” Tim says, leaning back against Roy as Roy sucks on his neck.
“Yeah,” Roy says, stroking his thumb over Tim’s hipbone. “I know.”
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:28 am (UTC)to say, but it isn’t
talking, the thing that I do with my mouth
to your ear, even though
we got the orifices right.
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Date: 2015-10-17 07:51 pm (UTC)He says thank you with his eyes, good job with a quirk of his mouth.
He tells Dick how much he needs him by the quickening of his pulse beneath Dick’s fingers, the way he squeezes Dick’s shoulder hard, so hard when Dick wraps his mouth around him.
He shows him how much he loves him when they fight, fists or words that he won’t take back later, but Dick will know he wants to by the regret in his eyes, the way he slumps against the wall, and Dick forgives him not with words because words don’t really mean anything to either of them. He forgives him with his mouth, pressed against Bruce’s, slick and warm, crawls in Bruce’s lap and tells him with his hands, with his body, that he understands. That he loves him. That he needs him.
Bruce gets his arms around him and kisses him back, hard, so hard, like he’s trying to keep Dick there with only his mouth, his hands strong against Dick’s back, and Dick wants to laugh.
People think Bruce doesn’t talk enough.
Dick thinks he says plenty.
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Date: 2015-10-17 08:52 am (UTC)Instead of Dean, Castiel ends up with the Mark of Cain. Not how Crowley imagined it turning out, but now he's stuck with Cas, while Sam and Dean try to track them down to get their angel back.
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Date: 2015-10-17 08:56 am (UTC)At some event or other, Riesen sees Michael looking ill at ease. He knows when something's up and makes excuses and takes the archangel back to his quarters. Turns out Michael's sick, and really, taking care of Vega's protector is not a hardship.
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Date: 2015-10-17 08:59 am (UTC)Walter's missing / suspended / ill, so Automan has to help Jack with a case.
Jack is determined to find out all Agent Mann's secrets because he can sense there are plenty...or maybe just one big one.
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