Prompt me?
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I am having trouble getting anything written. It is starting to worry me. Please help?
Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)
And I will do my best to write something for it!
Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies
Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!
Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)
And I will do my best to write something for it!
Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies
Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!
Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 2/4
Date: 2010-04-04 05:36 am (UTC)"I'm in love," Neal announced.
"No, you're seventeen and impetuous," Moz replied. "Where'd you put the blueprints?"
"Under the Russian art history book - no, the other one. Her name's Kate."
"And you're in love with her. You shouldn't fold blueprints, the ink darkens in the creases. Makes for very stupid mistakes."
"They should print them on different paper, then. Fine - I won't fold them anymore. Check out the blind spot - no, here."
Moz frowned at it. "I thought those cameras rotated?"
"Two minute cycles. Idiots. She's - she's rich."
"And you like her because...?"
"Well - she's smart, and - and she's beautiful, and - "
"And you have no idea who she is. Not really. Can you cross the room that fast? You're going to be carrying a lot of extra weight."
"I can do it," Neal insisted. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need you to protect me."
"Last month. The security guard grabbed you, and - "
"That was just - that was nothing. He surprised me, is all. I was startled, not scared."
"What happens if she grabs you from behind, too? Or wants to do something you don't want to do?" Neal glared at him but Moz just pulled out his magnifying glass and started analyzing the laser system.
"You don't get to run my life."
"That's not what I'm trying to do, Neal -
"I know what I'm doing. You're not my fucking pimp, you're not my dad, you don't own me!"
Moz blinked at him. "I know that." Neal looked away, fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable. "You're young and in love and I don't want you to get hurt."
Neal shrugged. "I think that's just how love works."
"I'll still try and get the whole surveillance system to come down, but if that doesn't work you'll just have to do your best to clear that radius in the given time." He rolled the blueprints up carefully and wrapped them with a rubber band. "Is Kate the brunette who you've been making eyes at in the diner?"
"Maybe," Neal said defensively.
"She's a pickpocket. Good, but not great. Write her a note, leave it poking out of your coat pocket, and lean on the counter beside her next time you order something."
"Moz," Neal said with a smile. "I could kiss you right now."
"Be careful," he couldn't help but say. "Just - be careful."
Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 3/4
Date: 2010-04-04 05:38 am (UTC)Moz visited him in prison. Once every seven months, and always on Neal's birthday (the birthday of a boy not named Neal, listed on a birth certificate he never should have been able to find). He brought books and small statues and pictures and enough money to bribe the guards to make sure they actually got to Neal.
Neal had seen Moz nervous plenty of times. Everyone had, the man wasn't what you would call well-balanced. He'd seen him paranoid and tired and angry, but never - sad. Not until he ran after Kate.
"I need you to double-check something for me. Remember the prototypes for the Canadian hundred you had? Can you see if they changed the color of the fiber from purple to red, because I think - "
"You had three more months."
"She's in trouble."
"Three months, Neal. And now - how many more years are they going to give you?"
"See if they're red, and I think I can get out. I'll be in FBI custody - you know that tracker that they've got Phil wearing?"
"Three goddamn months, you stupid fucking - "
"Moz." And Moz looked at him and Neal tried to think of anything he could say that would convince Moz that it had been worth it. Ran through all the books he'd read and poems he'd memorized and tried to dig up some quote about sacrifice and true love and the impermanence of time but Moz looked so utterly gutted that he just said his name again. "Moz," like an apology.
"The fibers are red," Moz said. And then he stood up and walked out.
If there hadn't been a Plexiglas wall between them Neal would have run after him. Run after him and shook him and forced him to listen or just - just kissed him, kissed him to shut him up, to get him to say Neal's name like he thought Neal was brilliant, beautiful, a friend.
But there was a wall between them. Walls and bars and four years. So he stayed in his seat and watched Moz walk away.
Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 4/4
Date: 2010-04-04 05:40 am (UTC)Moz fell asleep on his couch during the fifth movie, the bowl of popcorn tipping over in his lap. Neal gently slid it from his hands and eased Moz down the rest of the way. He untied his shoes, took off his glasses, and lifted his head to sneak a pillow underneath. A neck pillow, extra firm, so Moz wouldn't be too sore in the morning. He got two blankets out of his closet and spread them out over him, tucking the ends under Moz's toes.
His fingers lingered too long on the bridge of Moz's nose. Over the little dents his glasses had left in his skin. It was a tiny, private part of Moz he didn't usually get to see. It made him seem - real. Dents in his nose and a quiet, wuffling snore, a small crease on his forehead that faded when Neal adjusted the blanket over his shoulder.
He turned the lights off, moved Moz's shoes to the rack next to the door, and went to bed.
...and 5.
After Kate. After prison and the two-mile radius and redefining himself too many times to count, after Alex and Fowler and the damned music box they get drunk on stolen wine and stuff themselves full of cheap Chinese food and Moz leans over and -
Re: Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 4/4
Date: 2010-04-04 07:05 am (UTC)( <3 )
Re: Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 4/4
Date: 2010-04-04 05:22 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! ♥
Re: Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 4/4
Date: 2010-04-05 12:19 am (UTC)