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comment_ficHappy Friday everyone!
You know what friday means! It's free for all day. Any pairing, fandom, any anything.
Crazy crack, hot steamy threesomes, complete au, playful pranks, parties, fights, fight sex, dreams, bars, board rooms, restaurants, motel rooms, daydreams, falling down, getting up, werewolves, vampires, witches, costumes, babies....you name it, it goes here!
Please to be remembering the rules. No more than five prompts in a row (give others a chance to prompt too), no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.
Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).
Examples:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fleas
Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, sweet and sour
SGA/Leverage, Ronon/Eliot, "who's side are you on?"
As always, if nothing here strikes your fancy, head on over to the delicious archives and find you something yummy to chew on.
Have fun y'all.
You know what friday means! It's free for all day. Any pairing, fandom, any anything.
Crazy crack, hot steamy threesomes, complete au, playful pranks, parties, fights, fight sex, dreams, bars, board rooms, restaurants, motel rooms, daydreams, falling down, getting up, werewolves, vampires, witches, costumes, babies....you name it, it goes here!
Please to be remembering the rules. No more than five prompts in a row (give others a chance to prompt too), no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.
Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).
Examples:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, fleas
Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, sweet and sour
SGA/Leverage, Ronon/Eliot, "who's side are you on?"
As always, if nothing here strikes your fancy, head on over to the delicious archives and find you something yummy to chew on.
Have fun y'all.
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:17 pm (UTC)Body swap, Leverage, Nate/Eliot 1/2
Date: 2009-11-17 11:25 am (UTC)Eliot sees himself stand up across the room and he whimpers just a little. So. Wrong.
Nate-as-Eliot clears his throat...and wrinkles his nose at the sound. It probably feels off - God knows everything Eliot-as-Nate does and says isn't going right.
Eliot's hair falls into Nate's eyes for the hundredth time and Eliot huffs and gets up, snatching at his own wrist for the band he keeps there. Nate gives up control easily, letting Eliot spin him around and ties the longish hair back neatly.
They turn back to the briefing that's supposed to be taking place only to find Hardison staring at them like he expects them to merge into a single body at any moment. Sophie's got her head buried in the cushions although her shoulders are shaking and Eliot can hear the giggles escaping. Parker's looking at them like she's watching a fascinating TV show or a really enthralling tennis match - she's even dragged the bowl of popcorn towards her and has it balanced on her crossed legs, eating it like she would at a movie theater.
"That's it. I'm outta here," Eliot says, his voice coming out more bitchy and pissed than growly. He misses his growl.
Nate goes with him, fleeing from his own home and it's not so surprising - Eliot knows the flexing of his own shoulder muscles and the knuckle cracking that starts up when he's really getting pissed.
"I need a drink," Eliot says, and he never needs a whiskey in the middle of the day (...bad memories, bruises and a scared child hiding in the dark, but he doesn't think on that anymore...) so it must be Nate. It's confirmed when Nate huffs a laugh, although it sounds bitter.
"Yeah, get used to that," he says in Eliot's deeper voice and if Nate has to go through this every day?
Nate steers them past the bar at ground level, though, hails a cab instead.
"Where're we going?"
"Your place."
Well, alright then. Anything to get away from the chuckle triplets upstairs. Eliot doesn't think he could take anymore staring.
He forgets why he doesn't have the others around to his place until they're there and climbing the stairs because the elevator's broken - a-goddamn-gain. Eliot makes a note to climb up there and fix it again, 'cause Mrs Heinreich can't carry her shopping all the way up there and also to make Nate start working out a little, 'cause his knees are killing him and oh god Mrs Heinreich...
She must be on her way out for Bingo - early today, Eliot thinks, must be meeting the coven for drinks first. For an eighty-something, Mrs Heinreich has an extremely active social life.
"Eliot!" she says, her eyes lighting up and Eliot stops himself before moving in to let her hug him, nudges Nate in his body forward instead.
"Mrs Heinreich," Eliot whispers and Nate turns on the charm.
"Mrs Heinreich. How are you today?"
"Tired, liebling, and haven't I told you a thousand times to call me Anna?" She raises an immaculete eyebrow and Eliot stifles his laugh. Looks like Nate's in for the full Anna-Lisa Heinreich experience. "Now, you haven't introduced me to your young man. Manners, Eliot, meine liebschen."
"Of course..." Nate half-turns to Eliot and then freezes, unsure of what to say.
"Nathan Ford," Eliot says instead, stepping forward and taking Mrs Heinreich's hand, pressing a kiss to the air above it.
"Ah, Nathan!" Mrs Heinreich says and there's a whole wealth of meaning in that. "Eliot has told us so much about you all. You are the one who is his special friend, ja?"
Behind her, Nate's looking a bit shell-shocked already - and Mrs Heinreich hasn't even got to her most shameless yet.
"His boss, actually," Eliot says smoothly, and she reaches up to smack the side of his head lightly.
"You should make an honest man of him already! Do it before June - then Maria owes me twenty dollars."
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Date: 2010-03-29 02:31 pm (UTC)He hadn't emerged from their room all week, but he seriously needed a drink. Lydia had woken up that morning at the crack of dawn, and had hardly stopped talking since. If she wasn't chattering inanely, she was complaining, and if she wasn't complaining, she was listing all the beautiful clothes she was going to buy once they were married, and every now and then she'd draw breath to laugh at the imagined looks on her sisters' faces.
He had tried to interject once or twice, but she had just spoken louder until he gave up. Sure, letting a girl talk was a good way of getting them to like you, but he'd never realized in Brighton that what Lydia truly wanted was a man to hear her monologues.
He finally spotted a likely looking fellow and ran over. "Excuse me, sir," he panted, "Can you please, PLEASE tell me of a good whiskey bar around here?"
The man he'd stopped looked perturbed. "Are you quite all right, young man?"
Wickham had no idea where to start. His brain was exploding with a million things he'd wanted to shout at Lydia but had to bite back, every single time. Finally, he managed to say, in a strained voice, "Are you married?"
"Ahh," said the man, face clearing with understanding and settling into sympathy. "Second street on the left, about five doors down."
"Thank you."
The bar itself wasn't the kind he usually frequented. It wasn't the fancy kind he went to with his fellow soldiers, nor the sordid kind he preferred to frequent by himself. It was somewhere in between, and usually would be far too mediocre to attract his attention.
But right now, it was the most beautiful establishment he had ever laid eyes upon. So beautiful, in fact, that he ran straight through the door and up to the bar and just said, "WHISKEY. PLEASE." The barman took one at his face and scuttled off to find a bottle.
Perhaps if he hadn't been quite so eager, he would have taken the time to look at the other clientele.
"Good evening, George," said Mr Darcy pleasantly from the stool to his left. "I'm impressed. I expected you to be out here by Tuesday."
Wickham let his head fall forward and hit the bar. "Before you haul me outside, can I have my drink?"
Mr Darcy looked thoughtful. For a second. "No," he decided, and dragged Wickham back outside by his shoulder.
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Date: 2010-01-10 11:34 pm (UTC)---
Castiel stands atop newly mounted soil, looking at the lettering of two stone slabs.
Sam Winchester
May 2nd, 1983- June 30th 2016
Brother & Soldier To The End.
Dean Winchester
January 24th, 1979 – June 30th 2016
Brother & Soldier To The End.
Also Enjoyed Every Pie Under Creation.
He waits a passing moment to watch the World turn one last time before flying up and joining the brothers, who have more than earned their rest.
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:32 pm (UTC)Nate has to play the muscle, Leverage, Nate/Eliot
Date: 2009-11-17 02:31 am (UTC)"What..." Nate twists out of reach and Eliot sighs and drags him back into position.
"I'm tryin' not to hide the gun. Wanna make it obvious you're carrying."
"Thought you didn't like guns," Nate mutters but he aubmits to being arranged to Eliot's satisfaction.
"Playin' a part, ain't I? Now, stay three steps behind me when I'm sitting, one step when I'm not. Stay quiet an' don't look the sonuvabitch in the eye. 'Kay?"
Nate huffs and nods, and Eliot slides a pair of sunglasses onto Nate's face to complete the look.
"Nice accessory," Mr Jacobs says and Eliot resists punching the bastard square in his smug, piggish face.
"Hmm," he says instead. He turns the charm up a bit, relaxed back in his chair. "He serves his purpose."
"I'll bet. Don't suppose you'd be willing to lend him out?" Jacobs' tone is oily and lusting and Nate tenses up behind Eliot. Through the comms, Sophie's yelling 'anything for the con' at them.
Eliot ignores her.
"I don't share," he says, and Jacobs laughs, the sound grating at Eliot's nerves.
"Oh, a new toy, huh? Don't worry then, I understand how it is. Want to be the first to play, hmm?"
"Something like that," Eliot says, and he forces himself back into being the good ol' boy with certain disreputable tastes again. "Now, I believe we were talkin' numbers?"
Nate doesn't relax until they're out of the building and Eliot really wants to go back and hit Jacobs so hard he'll have to eat with a straw while his jaw mends.
He doesn't, though, just pulls Nate into the comandeered limo and lets Hardison shut the door behind them. He takes out his comm and then Nate's, meeting Hardison's eye in the rearview mirror, and Hardison puts up the privacy screen with a nod.
Nate's staring out the window - they all know what Jacobs does with his 'toys'; it's why they're here after all.
"Hey," Eliot says, loosening his tie with one hand and reaching for Nate with the other. "I don't share, 'member?"
Nate smiles at that - it's weak but it's there; Eliot will take what he can get right now - and Eliot wants his job over and done with, now.
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-15 12:23 pm (UTC)But anyway, he was just browsing through a few government databases looking for information on the child support, asset hiding, Navy Lieutenant, ex-husband of their new client when he bumped into another set of electronic fingers. He pulled back, waiting for the security net to reactivate or for a counter hack to begin but nothing happened. He waited for a few more minutes before shrugging and moving to the next file. Where he ran into another set of fingers.
A different set.
"What the hell?"
Hardison tapped a few more keys, gingerly poking against the intruder then his eyebrows rose sharply.
"Well fuck, a hacker, two hackers."
Hardison stared at the screen for a few moments before cracking his fingers outwards.
"Well let's just see about that."
"Our target is Navy Lieutenant Carl Johnston. Dodger of child support and owner or some pretty significant hidden assets. Sounds like a perfect case except as of two days ago Carl is dead. It turns out that his hidden nest egg was actually the proceeds money laundering he was doing for one of the nastier crime families and they didn't take kindly to it being poked into by his wife's lawyers. He's being investigated by the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit and NCIS, both of whom have a reputation for being very very good and who also as it turns out both employ technicians with some pretty impressive computer skills and also some questionably legal methods of accessing information. Not as good as me of course, as neither of them noticed me but good enough that all three of us were inside the same hard to access network."
Nate shrugged.
"Well I think that will appease Mrs Johnston, I'll go set up a meeting with her. Good work Hardison, this isn't one we wanted to walk into."
It was a slightly boring end to a case but at least Hardison had found two new networks to play with.
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:37 pm (UTC)Money Where His Mouth Is, Leverage/Supernatural/X-Men, Eliot/Dean/Logan, shutting down the bars
Date: 2010-04-03 06:35 am (UTC)“The don’t party like they used to, you mean.” Eliot said with a smirk towards the third man in their party.
“Screw ‘em. We can grab another bottle of Jack and head back to the motel.”
“Got some big plans there Dean-o?” Logan asked, a smirk firmly in place.
Dean sauntered over to the Impala, resting back against the hood. “Got some plans. As for how big… we’ll have to see once we get there.”
Eliot laughed because even drunk and bruised from a fight, Dean Winchester oozed sex.
Logan wrapped an arm around Eliot’s shoulder as he leaned in close to Eliot’s ear. “Think we should let him see for himself?”
Eliot nodded. “Yeah, I think it’s about time for Winchester to put his money where his mouth is.”
Logan laughed. “Or something like that.”
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-13 02:40 pm (UTC)Fill - Memory Set Smarting
Date: 2012-08-04 11:29 pm (UTC)Fill can be found HERE (http://evening-bat.livejournal.com/16072.html).
Hope you enjoy!
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Date: 2009-11-13 02:42 pm (UTC)Need You Dean/Sam Hard R
Date: 2009-11-15 08:10 am (UTC)"Dean.."
"I gotcha Sammy." Dean says, tilting his head up towards his brother's.
Sam leans down a little to lick his way into Dean's mouth, hands pushing the older man's jacket off of him, and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.
Dean moans raising his arms a little, as Sam tugs his shirt off, breaking the kiss for the slightest of seconds before Sam is back on him.
"Dean," Sam moans into his mouth. "You've given me the best of you..."
Dean moans chasing Sam's mouth. "Yeah Sammy, always."
Sam grinds his hips down onto Dean's, "But now I need the rest of you."
Sam grabs both of Dean's arms and pins them above his head, letting the weight of his words wash over Dean.
"Oh fuck, yes Sammy yes."
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