Wednesday: Episode Titles
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comment_fic"Homecoming". "Amok Time". "The Monster at the End of This Book". "The Devil You Know". "The Enemy Within". And hundreds of others to choose from.
That's right, today's theme is episode titles!
Just keep the rules in mind:
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
For a crossover:
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That's right, today's theme is episode titles!
Just keep the rules in mind:
- No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon, "Spock's Brain" (Star Trek: TOS)
Supernatural, Sam & Dean, "Ghost in the Machine" (Stargate Atlantis)
For a crossover:
Psych/The Mentalist, Shawn/Jane, "Psy vs Psy" (Psych)
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Date: 2010-09-15 03:40 pm (UTC)Psychic Demon Army Captain Was Not An Option Listed On My ASVAB Exam - Psych/Supernatural, G
Date: 2011-02-05 05:45 pm (UTC)"Aw. I bet you say that to all the psychics you stalk like a creepy... stalker guy."
Shawn blinked - a lot - but the dude's eyes stayed gold, and glowy, and all-together creep-tastic. He was smiling. The smile made him even creepier.
'Creepy' had become Shawn's word of the day.
"Eh. Maybe. You're all rather... unique. But in your case, I especially mean it. You were gifted before I'd even come to you."
Shawn backed away. "Creepy Guy" (he called himself Azazel - like that's a real name) was slowly, steadily advancing.
Shawn didn't know what "gift" Azazel was talking about; didn't know - and wasn't sure he wanted to know - just when Azazel had supposedly come to him (as far as Shawn could remember, they had never met before, and Shawn's memory was more reliable than most.)
"Right. Well. Thanks, I guess. But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather go be special somewhere with someone who doesn't have the whole spooky, glowy eyes thing going on, so-" Shawn motioned for the door and turned towards it, only to jump back and shriek when he found Azazel once again standing straight ahead in his path.
Shawn's head jerked to and fro as he looked from Azazel, to where Azazel had been standing only a moment before, and back.
"You- You just- You-"
"I'm afraid it's not all the same to me," Azazel was saying, his smile slowly fading and the glint of his gaze taking on a menacing edge. "You were chosen, Shawn. You are destined to do great things."
"Uh... Yeah. Says you and about a dozen school counselors," Shawn said, as coolly as possible. Which, for Shawn, meant he tried to keep the sweating and shaky and gulping in fear to a pathetic but manageable minimum. "But if this is about that ASVAB I cheated on? One, you're a little late. I graduated, like, a decade ago. And two? You take career placement examinations way too seriously, dude."
"You're not in high school any more, Shawn," Azazel said. "And your place? Is at my side in the coming apocalypse."
That... didn't sound good. Which meant it most certainly wasn't.
"Yeah... I'm going to scream and run away now,” Shawn announced.
And he tried to do just that. It didn’t work so well. Azazel followed him, but this time-
This time, when Azazel appeared in Shawn’s path and Shawn freaked out - squealing and slapping at the air as if he could swat Azazel away like a fly…
Azazel jerked as if smacked and flew halfway across the store, taking rows of shelves and store displays down with him. Like Shawn actually had swatted him away like a fly…
Shawn stared at his own hand for long moments before wising up and taking off while he had the opportunity.
‘Gift,’ Azazel had said. Once Shawn had gotten home, fainted in terror, awakened and called Gus… He would have to think about the implications of that.
Assuming that none of this had been a very, very strange dream.
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Date: 2010-09-15 03:45 pm (UTC)Time to break out the Sailor Moon cracktastic episode titles!
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Date: 2010-09-15 03:46 pm (UTC)Fill! R/Mature
Date: 2010-10-19 09:16 pm (UTC)When Gabriel’s awkward pining and gift giving and smothering Castiel gets to be enough to drive the usually stoic angel crazy, Gabriel falls into bed with Sam. Sam is, of course, more than thrilled with this. Well, until it becomes obvious it’s not Sam that the archangel is moaning.
That’s about the same time Castiel puts the moves on Dean, only to be shot down time and time again. Not because Dean doesn’t care, or because Dean isn’t interested in men (hey, he’s a mostly open minded kind of guy) but because it’s Castiel, and the angel has already Fallen once because of Dean.
Which is how Sam and Castiel end up exchanging bodily fluids in the back of the Impala. It’s quirk and dirty and angry with no one getting what they really want and when they both separate they’re covered in more than enough bites and bruises to show for it.
Which is how Dean and Gabriel find out and both feel spurred. There’s copious amounts of alcohol and Gabriel swears revenge. Even though Dean can’t stand the archangel ninety percent of the time, well, just because he turned down Castiel doesn’t mean anyone else was allowed to take him up on the offer for sex, and that’s what upsets him the most. Castiel is his even when he isn’t.
At the time, it makes sense for Dean to shove Gabriel against the hard brick wall of the seedy bar and fuck him open until they’re both spent. It’s somewhere betweem the first hard shove into Gabriel’s body and coming inside of him that Dean realizes this isn’t what he wants at all but it’s too late to do anything about it.
Gabriel can’t keep his mouth shut about it, either. He tells Castiel the next time they’re in a room together and the angels disappear in a violent assault of words and wings and they don’t come back for almost three days. When they do return, Gabriel looks so impossibly, comfortably smug that Dean wants to punch the smirk off his face. Castiel just looks a little broken.
Which is how Dean and Castiel end up in bed together, kissing and stroking and petting and thrusting until the lines blur and all Dean can think is finally.
Only, Sam has to point out they can’t work like this, not all four of them. Yeah, Dean and Castiel are finally together (and Bobby owes Sam fifty bucks, thank you very much) but Gabriel has become more than insufferable and Sam – Sam is falling into the same dark pit of jealousy. Sam doesn’t want to stick around if Dean and Castiel are going to be making at doe eyes at each other all the time.
The solution isn’t as surprising as it should have been. Except for Sam and Dean, they’ve all slept together before, learned the curves and planes of each other’s bodies, learned their ticks and the spots that melt them. No, the only surprising thing about the solution is that Castiel is the one who suggests it, and with a straight face.
It takes a while to get comfortable with the idea, and even longer with the act. There are too many limbs, too many hands and teeth and lips and the bed isn’t big enough for all four of them. Gabriel can make a solution for that, sure, but there isn’t exactly a handbook on how to have an interspecies, homosexual orgy with your brother.
So, it’ll take some time to get used to - being fondled and caressed by unknown hands, being licked and kissed by who knows who, being fucked open slowly by someone who may or may not be your brother, being smothered while trying to sleep by a different body every night – but none of them were really the kind to do things the conventional way in the first place. Plus, now, they have all the time in the world.
Somehow, they’ll make it work. They have to.
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"You do realise that I'm trying to read here, right?" Spencer had the paperback book in one hand, idly flicking through the pages, his eyes scanning across the lines of text even as he spoke. It wasn't often that he read for pleasure these days, not when there were so many case files and notes for him to spend his precious free time on.
"Oh, I know," Derek said, his own hand snaking its way up Spencer's inner thigh. The small sofa in Derek's apartment was only just large enough for the two of them to sit beside each other – it was an occupational hazard to have knees touching whenever they sat there.
"You're being rather distracting."
"That was the idea. You were being too quiet." Derek's hand stopped its leg exploration and slipped beneath the crumpled shirt that Spencer wore. He smiled to himself as Spencer squirmed at his touch.
"Your hand is cold," Spencer told him, pointedly not looking at where that same hand was headed. "And I like the quiet when I'm reading."
"Are you seriously telling me you'd rather read whatever that is rather than lay back and enjoy this?" Derek countered as he brushed his fingers over Spencer's nipple.
Defeated, Spencer leaned over the side of the sofa, placing the book face down on the floor. "Fine. You win. I've stopped reading."
Derek laughed, nuzzling closer, his lips vibrating against Spencer's throat. "Trust me, in a few more minutes, we'll both win."
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Date: 2010-10-21 02:22 am (UTC)The first time Sam finds about her, he’s got a handprint on the side of his cheek and Cara’s screaming, “I didn’t even know who the fuck you were!” None of it’s really getting through because he’s still stuck at, “She’s yours, asshole!”
The first time Sam meets her, he enters her room at night because he just has to see. She isn’t really asleep and her eyes pop wide open when she hears his footsteps. He stops quickly and raises his hands in a sign of a peace.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
His own eyes look back at him from under dark bangs. “You killed the monster,” she whispers back.
Sam nods slowly. “I should’ve been here sooner,” he says.
She bites her bottom lip. “It’s okay,” she says. “You’re here now.”
The first time Sam has a conversation with his daughter, she’s seven-years-old, scared and sweet and tough and beautiful and so absolutely perfect that, for a moment, he can't breathe.
"Yeah," he finally chokes out. "Yeah, I'm here now."
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Date: 2010-09-15 03:58 pm (UTC)LOL'ed IRL. Might fill later
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Date: 2010-09-15 04:00 pm (UTC)one last crack!prompt
Date: 2010-09-15 04:00 pm (UTC)Hands In The Air (SPN, Sam/Gabriel)
Date: 2010-09-16 02:24 am (UTC)"I can't believe we're doing this," Sam sighed.
"Oh, you better believe it. 'Cause this ain't my fault, no way," Dean grumbled. "And seriously? You're going to get hell for this."
Sam twisted to look at him. "Me?! Why me?! It's not my fault we're stuck here!"
Dean glared. "Oh, yes, it is. Who couldn't keep their damn mouth shut when a fucking Trickster Archangel asks him if the jeans made his butt look fat, huh? Huh?"
Sam's face screwed up in a bitch face(tm), but he didn't say anything in return. Dean snorted.
"Yeah, that's right. Bitch."
"Alright, guys! Dance number two is over! Now, throw your hands up and both of you, dance like you want to win! It's Caramelldansen time!" Gabriel's voice was tinny over the speaker, but still recognizable.
"I am so putting a stake through his heart when we get out of this," Dean muttered, his hands flying up into the air as the Trickster magic pulled his body in different directions.
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