good saturday

[withimpunity]

Trying to exercise the (rusty so rusty omg) writing muscles today. I've nothing else to do and I'm feeling an inkling of creativity, so here goes nothing,

I Can Haz Prompts?

I'm going to start off just trying to drabble, 100-200 words. Just give a pairing and a prompt if you can think of one. Include a photo, a lyrics, whatever you like. I hope I can do this, I really miss writing. :)

Fandoms I can write in: Supernatural¹, Generation Kill, White Collar, Band of Brothers², Life, Jsquared, Joe/Nick.

1 - Just not Dean/Cas. :)

2 - Winters/Nixon is about the only thing I can write, even though I have many other ships. I could even do DLew/RLiv if lean that way.

Comments

[fabrisse.livejournal.com]

White Collar, no pairing necessary, Elizabeth on Neil or her husband or both.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

She found it strange at first, when Neal's file first showed up on Peter's desk and he took to it like this rabid animal, like he had to find this guy or the world was going to end. After that it got worse, chasing Neal across the world, London, Rome, wherever Neal went, Peter followed. She knew how slick this guy was by the way Peter talked about him, and she could tell Neal was playing with him, flirting with him, the way little boys pull on little girls pigtails in kindergarten.

And for a little while she got mad, possibly even jealous of this man taking her husband away from her. She felt neglected, even abandoned at times, even though she knew Peter loved her unconditionally. There had just always been something between him and Neal, some chemistry that kept pulling them together and pushing them apart.

It wasn't until Neal finally let Peter catch him that things fell right into place, the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle nestled between its matching pieces. Perfect. Right at home.

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Can haz xover? Neal from White Collar meeting Charlie from Life? Or Peter meeting Charlie?

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD HOW WONDERFUL WOULD THAT BE.

I PROMISE TO ATTEMPT THIS.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

"Is this guy for real?" Dani asks as they sign the necessary paperwork to handover the stolen painting they discovered on their last case. She looks up from her desk and squints. "Did you see his hat? I mean, is this guy for real?"

Charlie perks up, stealing a glance across the room. "I like the hat," he grins, watching the dark-haired man twirling it around his finger, much to the annoyance of his partner, Detective Burke.

"You know who he is, right?" Dani lifts her eyebrows and Charlie leans forward, closer to where they're desks are pushed together.

"I heard he's a consultant," he whispers conspiratorially. Dani rolls her eyes and throws a blueberry at him. Charlie catches it in his mouth.

"That is The Neal Caffrey." She says matter-of-factly, like that explains everything. Funny thing is, it does. There's not a cop in the country that hasn't at least heard of Neal Caffrey's famous forgeries.

Charlie lets out a low whistle and looks back over his shoulder. Caffrey is trying to put his hat on Burke's head, but Burke won't allow it. He gives Caffrey a stern look. Charlie recognizes that look. That's the look Dani gives him when he's about to do something stupid, or something she thinks is stupid. Or when he won't let her change the station on the radio. Or when he talks too much.

"He was in prison a whole five days when Burke got him out, got him that job as the FBI's consultant. Nice gig, huh?"

Charlie looks Neal over. The expensive suit, the hat, the charming smile currently charming the pants off of six police officers, including Bobby, that could get him out of even the most impossible situation. He thinks how nice it must be, being guilty and still getting away with it. Charlie narrows his eyes when Neal turns and meets his gaze. He's absolutely gorgeous, Charlie realizes, so maybe it's a good thing he had Burke to rescue him, whisk him away to a safe, domesticated life. Someone like Neal Caffrey wouldn't like five hours in prison, much less five days. Hell, Charlie doesn't think even he would have been able to resist for too long, those eyes and that smile.

"Crews, you still here?" Dani asks. She does that occasionally, checks to make sure he's in this moment and not another one. He does that sometimes, forgets which moment he's in. Its nice to have Reese to remind him where is he is, to ground him.

"I like his hat," Charlie says and finishes his paperwork.

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

I love this! Charlie looking and speculating on Neal. I can never get enough of an outside pov on a person or persons I like. Thanks!

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

crossovers are really to write, for me. I'm glad you liked it. :)

[underdelusions.livejournal.com]

So... When YOU cross out thing, that means you're actually willing, but just trying to save some dignity, right? Right? ;)


And aw, yay! I'm happy to see you writing!

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

SADLY YES. LOL

[underdelusions.livejournal.com]

Yay :) Cause once I saw their names, my other fandoms kind of faded into the background.

Joe/Nick hmm... Good drabble prompt. Screw it, I'm gonna cheat:



Which ever one ~inspires you the most.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

"14...13...12...11..."

"Aren't you supposed to spend New Year's with the person you want to spend the next year with?" Joe asks, sticking his freezing feet under the covers, warming them up against Nick's. Nick makes a sound in protest, but deals with it. If not, Joe will whine about how he's going to get frostbite and it will all be Nick's fault when he loses A TOE and does Nick want to be responsible for being the one that made Joe lose A TOE? And Nick is just too tired for that shit right now.

"I don't know, Joe." He yawns, curling up against Joe's side, back of his knuckles brushing Joe's ribs between them. "I guess."

"10...9..."

"Good. That's good," Joe grins, nuzzling against the top of Nick's head. He tangles his fingers in Nick's messy curls, soft and still damp from his shower earlier.

"7...6...5...4..."

"That balls hits zero, I'm kissing you. This is your warning," Joe tells him. Nick laughs softly against Joe's chest because duh, Joe kisses him every New Year's Eve, its just what they do. Joe would kiss an T-Rex if you put it near him on New Year's Eve though. Joe just likes to slobber on people.

"2..1...HA-"

"Happy New New, Nick." Joe murmurs and tips Nick's head back. Its not a sloppy, wet dog kind of kiss, with Joe's tongue slip sliding all over his face this year. Its not a peck on the cheek like last year. Its not even a fake make-out kiss where Joe covers Nick's mouth with his hand and pretends to kiss him. No, its a real kiss, Joe's soft lips pressing insistently against his, then Joe's tongue, warm and wet, persuading Nick to part his lips. Nick's mouth falls open more out of shock than anything else, and he kisses Joe back because he feels silly just lying there, letting Joe's lips rub across his. Joe makes this soft sound in the back of his throat whenever their tongues touch for the first time and his fingers twist up in Nick's wifebeater, pulling him closer. Nick's so sleepy and it feels kind of nice, Joe's fingers in his hair, kissing him so soft and gentle, exploring all the little parts of Nick's mouth he's never got to explore before, and that's so Joe, having to know every little bit about him. Nick moans a little when Joe sucks on his bottom lip and laces his fingers around Joe's neck, pulling him in closer. They keep kissing just like that, slow and sweet, tasting each other, mapping out each other's mouths until Nick's mouth feels raw.

When Joe finally pulls away, they're both breathless and panting and pink all over. Nick's a little hard, but when isn't he these days? Its definitely not something new.

"Wow," Nick murmurs, touching the side of his mouth, his lips, wet and kind of tingly where Joe was kissing him.

"I warned you," Joe grins and pulls the covers up, turning out the light next to the bed. "Now go to bed, Nicholas. You haven't slept since last year!

Nick sighs and wraps his arms around Joe under the bed sheets. His brother is a gigantic dork and there is no one else he'd rather spend the next year with either.

[underdelusions.livejournal.com]

NGL, I teared up a little. I don't get to see fic like this very often anymore.

Its not even a fake make-out kiss where Joe covers Nick's mouth with his hand and pretends to kiss him.
May have made my night. Or well, day, since it's 3:17am. That's just - ugh, JOE.

This was just so sweet, and I LOVE that it was slow and gentle. And god, Joe WARNED him, and it was loving and everything it should ever be between them.

THANK YOU. SO MUCH.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

I like my boys best when they just like, don't realize that they're kinda fucked up and what they're doing is wrong, that this is just what they do. And I like my Joe a little sneaky, hehe.

I'm really glad you liked it!