I'm bored enough.

[amand_r]

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request ~something~ of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal. If you absolutely can't write, you can offer drawings or icons or something instead (meta? picspams? reasons why that character/pairing rocks/doesn't rock?).They will be fics

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[siege_ofcahoots]

Jack and Ianto. And pierogies. Oh yes.

[amand_r]

"I should warn you, as a Welshman, I have a distinct suspicion of pocket food

[siege_ofcahoots]

iz ded of lulz

Okay I owe you a completely inane riff fic.

[cruentum]

Oh I'm loving the last bit there. Everytime I read a Jack/Ianto story like this I realize that I'm a total Jack/Ianto person, I just tend to forget it when I read too much bad stuff in the pairing, but man. Loving it.

[golden_d]

Tosh, being awesome, and absolutely not involving a doomed romance. :D Yay!

[amand_r]

Tosh was tired and her feet hurt. Jack want around for another pass, and she thought she could see the sheer terror in his eyes. That was not reassuring.

Ianto was face down on the other side of the room. He could have been dead. He could have been unconscious. He could have been faking.

Only Gwen was immune, and she was wasting her time turning around, showing off, and possibly doing the Hustle. She was a little young for that.

"Toshiko," Jack said as he passed her, "you have to get it this time, because I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS!" His voice got louder as he sped past her and moved farther and farther away.

"I don't know why you can't do this," she groused. Her feet really hurt. She passed Ianto and thought about veering off and crashing into the side like he had. His arm twitched. Faker

[cruentum]

I know this is about Tosh being awesome, BUT OMG IANTO! OH LOL!

But Tosh *was* awesome.

[amand_r]

WELSH FAKER.

[huesiemama]

Ianto. Hart. Hart's wardrobe. :o)

[dremiel]

Your icon makes me want Hart/Ten!

[huesiemama]

Me likey!

[heddychaa]

I LIKE THE CUT OF YOUR JIB

(what is a jib?)

[dremiel]

No sex in the champagne room? Ha! Jack had sex in the champagne room.

You officially broke me with this prompt.

[amand_r]

"I have to admit that this is unexpected," Jack said into her ear. "I was told that there was never to be any-"

She sank down onto him and smiled. "Chris Rock," she murmured. "Ho's gotta eat too."

Jack thought about how this was the best five hundred dollars he had ever spent. Champagne and strippers. Hart had always told him that was a fatal combination of smexy, but he hadn't listened. He didn't have to pay for it, so why should he?

Just because you could fix your own spaceship didn't mean that you couldn't still pay someone to do it for you.

"What's your name?" he asked, so he would know what to scream at the right moment.

She smiled. "I'm Candy."

Jack let her twirl around his lap, taking his cock with her when she moved. "Of course you are."

***

Mandr down, send aid &#9764

[dremiel]

1. You officially broke me with this prompt. You say that like it's a bad thing.*

2. EEEEEeeeee! Smexy, indeed.

3. OF COURSE SHE IS!

4. "Ain't nothing wrong with that."

*You know, I almost asked for JB + Chris Rock (or JB/Chris Rock) in the Champagne Room but I couldn't actually imagine it...

Re: Mandr down, send aid &#9764

[amand_r]

omg jack/chris rock is FUCKED.

[cruentum]

RPF, GDL/JOHN/SCOTT

[amand_r]

When he asks Scott what he wants for his birthday and he says, 'A decent fuck', it doesn't occur to John that he doesn't mean him. Obviously John is a great fuck, or they are each other's ideas of fantastic shags, otherwise they might have moved on long before now. So he laughs and buys Scott a bunch of new shirts (the man never buys clothes), and a couple of those spy thrillers he likes, and a watch, because that's a classy gift and Scott breaks watches like they're disposable

[kel_reiley]

THAT'S THE END?!

[amand_r]

YES IT IS THE END, DAMMIT.