the_machine_mod: Security camera with red light. (Default)
the_machine_mod ([personal profile] the_machine_mod) wrote in [community profile] meme_of_interest2013-03-28 06:03 pm

Prompt Post 01

Prompt Post 01 is open!


Please read the FAQ before posting prompts.


Quick Links: FAQ / Participation Guidelines / Prompt Post 01 & Prompt Post 01 in flat view / Filled Prompts Post / Chatter Post & Chatter Post in flat view / Mod Contact Post

ANNOUNCEMENT: Pinboard, Tumblr, AO3 Collection and Tags

Pinboard: Fills are bookmarked at [pinboard.in profile] meme_of_interest by our current fill archivist/bookmarker [tumblr.com profile] ofsevenseas. If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about bookmarking fills on the meme, please leave a comment on the Filled Prompts Post and the mods or [tumblr.com profile] ofsevenseas will get back to you.

Tumblr: Fills are also collected in a weekly roundup on Tumblr , which you can follow at [tumblr.com profile] meme-of-interest!

AO3 Collection: For those of you who link or later post your fills at the AO3, we have an open Collection: Meme_of_Interest, so please feel free to add your fill.

AO3 Tags: AO3 have also made the tag Community: Meme of Interest canonical, with Meme of Interest and Meme-of-Interest as synonyms, if you would like to use them.

As always, if you have any other questions or concerns, please direct them to the Mod Contact Post.

FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-08 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Reese had taken the day off. Reese had, as far as Finch could tell, translated "perhaps you would like to take the day off, Mr. Reese." to "Mr. Reese, please take the day off," which was very perceptive of him. All he'd done was give Finch one last, searching look, and he and Bear had left the library.

The rest of the morning was quiet, with sunlight slowly moving across Bear's empty doggie bed, and Finch's cup of tea slowly growing cold on the desk. Finch busied himself with preliminary research for the crisis hotline, and he looked into purchasing the lab that had analysed the handkerchief. They'd done good work; best make sure they couldn't possibly go out of business. If only we could hire them to prevent this from ever happening again. If only. Not that there would be a point. Even if we'd had a universal antidote the other night, we wouldn't even had known to use it. We would have needed... Finch's heart stopped. Surveillance. We would have needed surveillance. Oh my goodness, why didn't the Machine warn us?

But it was obvious, wasn't it? He and Reese hadn't been in any kind of mortal danger. Sometimes, things happen.

What he really needed, Finch realized, was a project. A project that would take his current situation, and learn from it, and make sure... Make sure of what? Make sure that he never felt like this again? Finch didn't even know how he felt. He just... thought far too much about Reese's fingers threading through his, and about the texture of Reese's lips.

He hadn't slept in the library bedroom in days; he couldn't even go inside to change the sheets. He'd been sleeping in hotel rooms - not avoiding, exactly, just giving himself some breathing room while he recovered from the loss of control.

Finch didn't do well with loss of control. Most of his life had been spent in front of a keyboard and a screen, in the process of breaking a large, complex task up into smaller and smaller subtasks until the subtasks are simple enough to be performed with basic operations. Somehow, somewhere along the line, he'd forgotten what do do about problems that could not be solved with that process. If I could just figure out my current use case...

But deep down, Finch knew that what he needed was time, and some breathing room. Some breathing room.

*

When Reese showed up the next morning, the library was empty. Finch had left a note on the desk.

"Mr. Reese,

I will be away for a few days. I have every confidence in your ability to take care of the numbers in my absence.

Please apologize to Bear, on my behalf, for my leaving, however briefly, without saying goodbye."
killalla: (Default)

Re: Mini-Fill: "The Aurora" [ Finch, Reese, Shaw, Leon] [ Gen] [No Warnings Apply]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-06-08 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Glad you liked it! The prompt was fun, and well suited to lots of stories, including a crazy idea like mine. I enjoyed the concept, so I might try to write more at some point, if I can find the time.
eris: (even the dog is depressed)

Re: Finch PTSD(ish)

[personal profile] eris 2013-06-09 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I know orockthro already wrote a fabulous fill for this, but I'd already started mine, so I figured I should acknowledge the inspiration. :) On AO3

Re: Finch PTSD(ish)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-09 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here THE MORE FILLS THB BETTER AND OMG I LOVE YOURS. HAROLD you poor bastard I love how closed off and secretive you are even in times of crisis. I LOVE THIS FIC.

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-10 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
The thing that kills me about this installment is the way Bear is their emotional proxy even in this. Like obviously he is on the show, he protects and adores Finch even when Reese is elsewhere and he gives Reese doggie hugs when Finch is too tragically... Finch... to give him the human kind, but this is a note, right? This is a note that Finch is writing to Reese, it's made entirely of words, there is nothing in it that even a clever and bilingual dog is likely to understand -- and it's still Bear that gets the apology, not Reese.

*flail*

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-11 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
*flaillll* WHO ARE YOU are you the OP? Are you the one commenting after each little just-barely-adequate-and-still-not-as-good-as-the-story-in-my-head bit I've been posting? AM I WRITING THIS FOR YOU? BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE I AM

FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 12/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Reese spent the week brooding all over the library.

It wasn't that he and Finch were separated. It was that and Finch couldn't even talk to each other.

During the Will Thomson case, Reese had kept the communication to a minimum. He hadn't known where they stood, and had kept comm discussions distant and businesslike. But even with the very spare communication, Reese had always known that if he wanted - if the situation called for it - all it took was the push of a button, and he would hear Finch's voice. Now he didn't have that, and it was lonely in a way Reese had never expected.

Finch had left his glasses on the office desk, as a kind of wordless request: please don't look for me. Reese felt a pang in his chest when he realized that Finch must have known about the tracker in his glasses all along. Known about the tracker, but kept the glasses, and not said anything.

Reese found that the CIA had left him emotionally prepared for all kinds of disturbing situations, but completely unprepared for the experience of having a colleague who cared about him. Reese tended to think of himself as a puppet doing someone else's bidding; with the CIA, that someone had always been someone who agreed with, and endorsed, that self-image. But Finch. Finch liked him. Finch liked him and wanted to spend time with him. Finch liked him, liked spending time with him, and even liked having Reese close by. And it wasn't even so that he would be easier to manipulate, later on. It was just… because. And apparently, Finch felt so close to Reese, that he didn't even mind that Reese tracked him at all times.

Or he hadn't minded, anyway. Until now.

*

The first number to come in during Finch's absence was a musician attempting to kill a conductor.

Reese enlisted Zoe Morgan's help for the case - apparently, she'd played violin all through college, and knew how these classical music types thought.

"The principal second told me all about it, Reese. Apparently, the violists's wife, a violinist, had an affair with the conductor." Zoe flipped her shiny hair as she talked. "They filed for divorce some time ago, but the strain of having to look into that conductors face in rehearsals every day, and having to call him "maestro", must have driven her completely crazy."

"Why would she try to kill the other…" Reese nearly said "the other woman" before remembering that the conductor was a man. Though the broken marriage was between two women. Damn newfangled society, how can anyone keep track, I ask you?

Zoe smiled up at him.

Reese started over. "Why kill the conductor?"

"You wouldn't say that if you'd ever been in a symphony orchestra, Reese. Everyone wants to kill the conductor. She just had a little bit more motivation than most."

Together, they'd taken care of the case in less than a day. The violist had kept her murder plans between herself and her browser history, and was really very organized and methodical, but she wasn't a professional killer by any standard.

"Kind of civilized, compared to your usual thing, Reese. And a way better soundtrack."

"Hey now, Zoe, don't start playing favourites with the attempted murder cases."

Zoe grinned. "Incidentally, John, where's your better half?"

Reese didn't even flinch. "Out of town. Everyone needs a vacation now and then, Zoe."

"Dangerous AND crazy!" Leon's bad judgement about Shaw

[identity profile] of-fkilter.livejournal.com 2013-06-11 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite never wanting to see Shaw again, Leon of course does have to see her and work with the team again and either

A. falls for Shaw hard because he's got horrible, horrible judgement about life and women so follows her around like a lovesick schoolboy, and the more she tries to scare him off the more he thinks she's PERFECT, or

B. he decides the evil glares of death she sends him are actually HER mooning after HIM, and he won't shut up to the guys about how obvious it is that she wants him bad and how this complicates HIS LIFE so much. He takes to hiding behind Finch, Reese, and Fusco when she's around while she makes threats that make him think she's hitting on him, though of course he can't keep his mouth from going off which makes her clean her arsenal pointedly. Every time she gets serious about shutting him down, she has to save his life, which he also takes as a declaration of devotion.

Shaw is not amused. However, everyone else IS!! I see this as more funny than a serious pairing, but hey, whatever works.
eris: (TELL ME MORE)

Re: Finch PTSD(ish)

[personal profile] eris 2013-06-12 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
He's learning! all it takes is a few near-death experiences for Harold to admit he likes kissing.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it. <3

how to human, guest-starring Sam Shaw

(Anonymous) 2013-06-12 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
A gesture of kindness--something like a spontaneous/honest expression of appreciation, a surprise gift, etc.: how does Shaw respond?

Nathan/Harold power play

(Anonymous) 2013-06-12 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
I want (preferably unplanned/spontaneous kink discovery) roleplay wherein CEO Nathan Ingram lazily dominates the shit out of his menial IT guy. Because Harold is an uptight control freak and Nathan knows what he really needs.

Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-13 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)

I read this fic request on FFA:

I have no idea what the name for this trope is, but I want to read fic where Character A mistakenly believes Character B is dead and FLIPS THEIR SHIT. Beatdown of enemies is optional but awesome.

They say the trope is called: My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

I love this trope and would love to see it applied to Reese/Finch either way round.

A happy ending based on revealed feelings would make my universe.

Re: Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
yes yes yes yes yes

Re: Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, oh! I read one like this.... somewhere... If I can find it I'll get back to you. Could only have been either here, on ff.net or ao3.

Re: Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oops. Or possibly lj...

His Dark Materials fusion

(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Tell me about Finch and Reese's daemons.

Tell me about the first time they touch the other's.

FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 13/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
The next case came up and Finch still hadn't come back.

A payphone rang while Reese and Bear were walking back to the library. They'd spent an unusually long time at the dog park, and it was getting dark. If he was honest with himself, Reese knew he was dawdling - it had been three days since Finch had gone, and it was getting harder and harder, once he'd left the library, to come back and find it still empty.

He picked up the payphone receiver and held it to his ear. "Hello?"

It took a moment for the Machine to answer, and during the brief silence, Reese had an irrational thought: suppose it's Finch calling?"

But of course, it wasn't.

The new number was pretty run-of-the-mill. Robert Knox, 65, unmarried, owner of two rental properties in Brooklyn. Reese hardly even had time to type the name in before Google told him why Mr. Knox was in danger: his tenants wanted to kill him.

The website http://www.robertknox.slumlord.com included a "Robert Knox Incident File", detailing such gems as "3 February 2010: told me he was within his rights to order a strip search if I was late with my rent and he suspected that I had the money on me". The most popular story seemed to be the one where the heating malfunctioned in November of 2009 and the entire building was overheated to 105 degrees, even with the windows open, while Mr. Knox refused to believe the tenants. It had taken an entire week for him to even deign to inspect the place.

Overheating stories or the like didn't make people want to kill him, though. They just made him colourful. No, what seemed to be driving tenants over the edge was that Mr. Knox went out of him way to prevent them from moving out. He claimed not to have received notices, never gave back deposits, made threats about credit histories, and told naïve tenants made-up rules and laws about their leases. Basically, unless tenants were wealthy enough to afford lawyers, they were stuck with Robert Knox.

Not so long ago, Reese would just have helped them get rid of Knox. In and out, simple and straightforward. No one would even have had to see his face. But... Needs must, apparently. He grabbed Bear's leash (since he couldn't leave Bear with Finch, the dog just went everywhere with him) and went to knock on Mr. Knox's door.

Then, having paid Mr. Knox a remarkably fruitless visit, Reese put in a call to Detective Carter.

"A slumlord?" said Carter. "I didn't know people still used that word. Where is he?"

Reese was pleased to see her. Carter was so efficient, and she always seemed to know when he wanted to punch someone. Together, they sorted things out quickly - well, she sorted things out, and Reese loomed menacingly - and then, they gave the tenants detailed instructions in case Mr. Knox ever bothered them again.

Some of the tenants insisted on baking them brownies and muffins - Bear even got some doggie biscuits - and it took a while to get away. But soon enough, arms piled high with baked goods, Reese walked Carter to her squad car.

Carter smiled up at him. "Is Harold taking care of another case, John?" she said, apropos of nothing.

Reese's breath caught in his throat, just a bit, just for a split second. "Why?"

"Just, I haven't seen him, and I don't think I've heard you talk to him all day." She was just being asking after Finch. It was fine. She was being friendly.

Reese nodded. "Finch is working on another project."

The sun wasn't quite set when Bear and Reese finally headed back to the library. It was still devastatingly silent and empty. Bear poked through every corner of every bookcase, and then he trotted back to Reese and looked up at him, oddly mournful.

A distant voice in Reese's head whispered I thought we were a family.

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 9/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
<3

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
so like, I didn't answer this when I got it, but you should know that "you broke the shift key of my heart" made me unutterably happy <3 <3 <3

Finch, switching; long prompt is long

(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So I *love* all the Dom!Finch stuff generated by this community so far. I see that as a really believeable expression of Finch/Reese, because of how Finch is controlled, and wicked smart, and y'know, constantly watching. And Reese is very much "yes Finch, please create my world for me". Some of those fics have fogged up my glasses and I love them.

But. This is my pet theory--the best dominants *understand* subs. The best understanding comes through experience. D/s fic doesn't have enough switches in it anyway (makes my switch-hitting heart sad).

Show me what it looked like when Harold *wasn't* the top. *Before* he became so focused on holding onto his control that he literally BUILT HIMSELF A JOB about it. Not with John, I don't think that would work, but before that. Did he have a relationship in college? Nathan (personally having seen the episode with all the Nathan I think there's something unrequited there, but maybe not in that way)?

If you want to then link it with the 'now' and Finch/Reese as contrast, that would be awesome too.

Re: Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
SO MUCH YES. I may give it a shot w shall seeeee...

Re: Finch/Reese My Partner's Dead (Just Kidding)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)

OP:

*pulls up chair and waits* :D

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
OMG my brain has been eaten this week, thus conveniently proving that sometimes a whole TWO tiny-yet-delicious installments appear before I manage to coordinate my flailings in a way that results in actual commenting! I only wish I could claim the honor of being the OP, but I guess after that one time when a thing you said about Finch/Reese resulted in my near-death experience, you did say some really nice thing, so maybe that sort of counts? <3

(Seriously though who am I, who are YOU? And is it possible that we are in fact talking to each other in a less anonymous fashion as well, or am I imagining things? I mean I adore you exactly as much either way, it's just a question of how carefully I'll have to haunt the AO3 for whenever you post this fic there <3 <3)

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 13/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
JUST THE MESSAGE OF THE GLASSES OKAY

And I love Zoe Morgan so much and I love that Reese didn't even skip a beat. But then Finch KEEPS BEING GONE and I love Carter so much too but Reese isn't coping quite as well anymore, is he? SO THEN FEELINGS.

And like, the way Reese isn't even thinking about the sex. It's just all numbers and Bear and but where is Finch and everything he'd lose if he were to lose Finch and yes no there are no words.

Okay I have to post this comment, otherwise I will keep having feelings, that's all.

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 10/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-18 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
honestly after I de-anoned by mistake I had like .2 seconds of all-encompassing embarrassment followed by this wave of "well if I was going to commit anonfail at some point THIS WAS A GOOD TIME FOR IT I WILL OWN THIS COMMENT HAPPILY" because seriously, I mean it, shift key of my heart, I will gladly confirm this to anyone who asks