Comment fic/art meme
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nickngregIt's been a while, so we thought it was time for another comment meme. Get those creative juices flowing!
Pimp it!
Remember how it al works? Check out the cuts below to refresh your memory.
How does it work?
* Comment to this post with a prompt. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Example 1: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out.
Example 2: Schmoop!
* Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic or make art in reply to the comment.
* You don’t have to leave prompts in order to answer one, nor do you have to answer prompts in order to leave any.
What is allowed?
* You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment please. If you’ve got a few prompts, comment with each separately.
* More than one comment fic/ art response to a prompt is totally okay. In fact, it’s encouraged. The more fic or art, the better! :D
Rules/ Things to look out for
* When replying to a prompt with your comment fic/art, put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line, and then anything else you want (i.e. a title if you have one/ part numbers/ other info).
* Episodes that have aired are fair game. No spoilers for future episodes though. *stern look*
* No character bashing, or rudeness in general. If you have questions, please email the moderators, or send them a PM. Don’t post questions in the comments, they will be deleted.
Mod contact:
Email us at nickngreglj@gmail.com, or send us a PM.
You can also check out our last two Comment fic/ art meme's for some nice fic and art:
* First comment meme
* Valentine edition
Remember... Canon is an inspiration, fanfiction/ fanart takes the characters where they could go. Most important thing though? Have fun! So go forth and make Nick/Greg goodness. :3
Your Mods,
Mangojunkie, Sillie, BeeLikeJ
Comment-fic/art masterlist:
PROMPT: Nick and Greg take their kids to the park, by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
happy_harper13
PROMPT: Greg likes getting hurt, a little, byhappy_harper13
PROMPT: Sex in Greg's old bedroom while visiting the Sanders, byrispacooper
Remember how it al works? Check out the cuts below to refresh your memory.
How does it work?
* Comment to this post with a prompt. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Example 1: Greg gets hurt on a case, Nick freaks out.
Example 2: Schmoop!
* Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic or make art in reply to the comment.
* You don’t have to leave prompts in order to answer one, nor do you have to answer prompts in order to leave any.
What is allowed?
* You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment please. If you’ve got a few prompts, comment with each separately.
* More than one comment fic/ art response to a prompt is totally okay. In fact, it’s encouraged. The more fic or art, the better! :D
Rules/ Things to look out for
* When replying to a prompt with your comment fic/art, put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line, and then anything else you want (i.e. a title if you have one/ part numbers/ other info).
* Episodes that have aired are fair game. No spoilers for future episodes though. *stern look*
* No character bashing, or rudeness in general. If you have questions, please email the moderators, or send them a PM. Don’t post questions in the comments, they will be deleted.
Mod contact:
Email us at nickngreglj@gmail.com, or send us a PM.
You can also check out our last two Comment fic/ art meme's for some nice fic and art:
* First comment meme
* Valentine edition
Remember... Canon is an inspiration, fanfiction/ fanart takes the characters where they could go. Most important thing though? Have fun! So go forth and make Nick/Greg goodness. :3
Your Mods,
Mangojunkie, Sillie, BeeLikeJ
Comment-fic/art masterlist:
PROMPT: Nick and Greg take their kids to the park, by
happy_harper13PROMPT: Greg likes getting hurt, a little, by
happy_harper13PROMPT: Sex in Greg's old bedroom while visiting the Sanders, by
rispacooper
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Date: 2010-04-23 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-23 07:40 pm (UTC)Prompt: Nick visits Greg in the hospital after 'Play With Fire' and confesses how he really feels.
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Date: 2010-04-23 07:50 pm (UTC)FILLED :)
Date: 2010-04-27 03:31 am (UTC)Sigmund howled in frustration. Once again, his plans had been thwarted. A day spent yowling at squirrels and windows, leaping over and attempting to press down on laptops and some very cleverly (if he didn't say so himself) targeted puppy dog eyes, and how excited he was to finally make it to Park. And, even better, Park with Coffee. Were Sigmund not a dog, he would have referred to Coffee as Greg. Being of the more intelligent species, however, he knew his pet human by a more quantifiable, dependable and just... right smell -- specifically coffee. Were he willing to elongate the name further, it likely would have been Lemony Hair-Gel Coffee. Also a little bit of plastic. Latex, or so Coffee said. Plus some other new indistinguishable smell.
Sigmund had looked forward to the time with Coffee -- time to show off all of his finely honed skills in the art forms of marking every fire hydrant and tree and sniffing every other dog's butt in a half-mile radius. He was a highly skilled dog. He knew he was. After all, Coffee told him so.
But today Sigmund growled. Coffee was distracted. Worst yet, he was distracted by her. She was the sort of broad that would have made Raymond Chandler yowl. Sigmund knew about Raymond Chandler from Coffee. Because he was a loyal enough pooch, and had kindly slept on top of Coffee's notes for extensive periods of time. He was loyal, and it wasn't fair for Coffee to be distracted by such a pretty terrier -- Squirrel!
Sigmund was off in a flash, or in as much of a flash as his little daschund legs would carry him. Coffee and Pretty Terrier and all else were beside the point.
But then Coffee got in the way. Sigmund was confused. Very confused. He sniffed. It was Coffee, right?
It smelled like Coffee, but there was that new indistinguishable smell as well. The indistinguishable smell was stronger. It smelled minty, but it also smelled like the pretty terrier.
Sigmund looked up. Even as a dog, he had to admit that the Coffee smell-a-like looked pretty hot.
"Hey Siggy," said Coffee -- the real Coffee. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."
Re: FILLED :)
Date: 2010-04-27 08:20 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED :)
Date: 2010-05-02 08:33 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED :)
Date: 2010-05-02 07:49 pm (UTC)Re: FILLED :)
Date: 2010-05-02 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-23 09:40 pm (UTC)Prompt: Greg likes getting hurt, a little.
*g*
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Date: 2010-04-27 04:35 am (UTC)It was burning after all.
Yet sometimes he felt like he was watching the whole of Vegas burning down, and like nobody was rushing to get out before they all crumbled down to ashes. And he didn't feel a thing because he wasn't running either.
"Hey."
A pinch to his arm pulled him away, bringing him back and pushing back the numbness he couldn't explain that had gently usurped his arms.
"Hey," he whispered back, though the word was barely distinguishable. He felt as listless as the ash and smoke -- not the rollicking, vibrant flames, and felt with it the strange compulsion to just disappear, billowing up with the smoke, softly up into the cool night sky. Specific heat, he knew. Temperatures would neutralize, but he couldn't help hoping that the fire would hold on and the smoke would retain its vicious heat far into the heavens.
"You're still alive, you know," Nick whispered, his voice close at Greg's ear -- closer than it had ever been at a scene -- warming the side of Greg's face and making the younger man shiver. He could feel the life shoved back into him, lethargy being pushed away by the force of Nick's breath.
"You're still alive," Nick whispered again. "We all are."
Greg nodded and inhaled slowly. "Show me," he whispered back, huskily but still with more fear and vulnerability in his voice than he would have liked. "Prove it to me."
Nick pushed them further into the shadows as smoke alone wafted from the remains of the house.
A bite to the ear, and Greg felt his temperature rise ten degrees -- felt himself push back from some death-bound lethargy. Another nip, and energy pulsed back through his veins, and he knew he could run away from the burning.
But he didn't want to leave the burning.
And somehow Nick just got that.
The strongest heat pierced his perception. Greg looked down. A piece of charcoal, still hot from the fire, rested only briefly against his arm. He tilted back his head and moaned, not quite in bliss but just in the feeling of being alive.
The pain reassured him of it.
Re: filled
Date: 2010-04-27 06:40 pm (UTC)Re: filled
Date: 2010-05-02 08:28 pm (UTC)Re: filled
Date: 2010-05-03 06:04 am (UTC)Motion carries.
Do eeeet.
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Date: 2010-05-02 05:56 pm (UTC)Re: filled
Date: 2010-05-02 08:27 pm (UTC)Re: filled
Date: 2010-05-02 07:54 pm (UTC)Re: filled
Date: 2010-05-02 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-24 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-24 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-24 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-24 02:57 am (UTC)filled
Date: 2010-04-27 07:57 pm (UTC)He'd noticed Nick looking around, but he hadn't been paying much attention. The spark in Nick's eyes now was starting to clue him in though. That and the way Nick kicked the door shut behind him.
"Nick?" he managed, and then he was being urged back into his old wooden desk and Spawn and Transformers collectibles were falling the floor. His ass hit the edge, the desk creaked, and Nick was on him, hot and strong and very determined to get his zipper down.
He got it while Greg was still gasping, still shocked and turned on by the unexpected sweetness in such a fierce kiss, by Nick touching him like this at all in his parents' house, though he noticed his hands were up, scraping through Nick's short hair, sliding to the back of his head to pull Nick closer.
Fuck he didn't know if it was because it still so new or just because it was Nick but he was already hard and getting harder as Nick's fingers shoved his underwear out of the way. He opened his legs wider, tore away to catch his breath, only to wind up gasping when Nick's mouth went to his throat. Tongue. Teeth. Fuck.
"Nick," he might have been moaning. He hoped he was being quiet. He really, really did. His parents did not need to find him begging for Nick with his pants down.
He still had no idea...what was happening...or why...but damn, it felt good. He liked Nick determined. He liked Nick frowning and stroking him, bright-eyed and steady and so fucking serious about making him come, and holy shit balls Nick withdrew his hand just long enough to lick the palm and then it was back, tight, wet, and several other obscene buzz words floating through Greg's brain. Like hot, and more, and please, Nicky, please, touch my cock just. like. that.
"Nick..." His head went back, his body felt wound up, pulled tight, like everything in the world that mattered was between his legs and Nick, his mostly silent, shy Texan, made it worse by starting to talk.
"You never got laid in this room, did you, Greg?" he demanded, pulling up Greg's shirt with his other hand and spreading heat from Greg's stomach to his chest. He tweaked a nipple. Greg jumped.
"N...no..." Nick already knew he'd been a nerd in high school, he didn't understand why...
"Yeah, I knew it," Nick panted, ending his thought right there, sounding waaay too pleased, and Greg stared up at the periodic table poster hanging above his head, then over at the Clash poster on his closet door, the Dead Kennedys stickers on the bedposts.
He should have been angry, but hey, Nick Stokes was standing between his legs, sucking bruises into his neck and jerking him off like he'd die if he didn't get Greg's come on his hand, and all he could think was that finally this room was seeing some action.
"You jocks," he got that out at least, going for teasing and failing when Nick's did something so fantastic, so painfully, painfully good that he fell back and jerked his hips up at the same time.
"Us jocks, what?" Fuck, when Nick's voice got all rough and playful it was so hot Greg couldn't control himself. He kicked out, pushed Nick back long enough to twist himself around and then he was facing a shelf full of detective comics and reaching behind him to get Nick back against him.
"...You always had a thing for us nerds," he teased, shooting Nick one long look over his shoulder that made Nick's eyes flare up again, proving him right thank you very much, and then his head was bowed and he was biting his lip to keep from groaning when Nick put a hand to his hip and pulled his body back, until they were
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Date: 2010-04-27 08:05 pm (UTC)"Yeah," Nick admitted, breathing softly into his ear before pushing on his jeans so he could splay a hand over his bare hip. "Yeah. But I was a nerd too."
"A secret nerd," Greg scoffed, as much as one can scoff when hard and not quite naked enough and wondering if there is possibly any old lube stuffed somewhere in this room that hasn't dried up. But he didn't think Nick was going to let things get that far anyway.
Nick stepped forward, forcing him against the desk again, to stare at the action figures he was never going to be able to think of the same way again, and then he took Greg's hand from where it had fallen on the desk top, took it by the wrist, and brought it to his mouth.
For all his bold words, Greg didn't even pretend he didn't get it. He sucked on his own fingers until they dripped, until Nick made that sexy humming sound of approval against the back of his neck, and then he let Nick urge his hand down to his own cock.
Biting his lip didn't do any good. But he did frown, slightly, as his body went tense again and his vision flared to white.
He didn't think this still counted as getting laid in this room. But he could make up for it, he decided, and licked the remnants of salt from his mouth as he pictured falling to his knees, and the sounds he was going to get Nick to make.
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Date: 2010-05-02 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-02 06:21 pm (UTC)heh heh
And apparently you as well.
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Date: 2010-05-02 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-02 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-02 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-03 06:07 am (UTC)Don't stop.I feel like I've known Nick and Greg for years, I tell ya. Years! And they are still hot. Especially (sorry, Nick) Greg. He's a smexy dork.
I think there's a high school au request in here. I wish someone would write secret nerd!Nick.
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Date: 2010-04-26 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-27 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-27 04:43 am (UTC)