Friday, Friday, Friday

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Welcome to the Friday Free for All! You know the rules, go have fun! No more than five posts in a row, and format them properly for our lovely codemonkeys.

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[samueljames]

Terriers, Britt, regrets.

[samueljames]

Blue Bloods, Jamie, finding out more than he can deal with.

[samueljames]

Star Trek, McCoy/Chekov, someone else's pov on their relationship (pls make Chekov 18 or older)

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck/Awesome, a secret shared (Ellie and Sarah relationships never happened)

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Five months ago, before the Intersect, Chuck would have been still snoozing when Devon woke up to begin his morning work out. Now, after the Intersect, it didn't matter if Chuck hadn't snuck back into their apartment until three (waking Devon in the process and having to coax him back to sleep with lies.) He was awake when Devon woke up. And it was mostly because Chuck couldn't get his brain to shut up with all the what-if's running through it. He was terrified that he was going to get someone close to him killed and he was so tired of lying to everyone. Especially Devon, who he'd never felt the need to lie to before. His partner was so...God, awesome, that there hadn't been a reason for it.

"Babe?" Devon was blinking his eyes open, looking at Chuck with a worried expression. It was starting to be a permanent look on his face. Chuck leaned over and kissed Devon, surprising both of them. "What's going on, Chuck? You came in at what, three?"

Chuck opened his mouth, a lie at the ready, but snapped it back shut. He was so tired of lying. He knew Casey had cameras all around their bedroom. It wasn't safe here, the Buy More...any where any more. He knew of only a few exceptions Casey made when he would switch from video/audio to just video, and he was going to take advantage of it. In a bold move that Chuck usually reserved for Devon he straddled his partners waist and trailed kisses up his chest until he reached his neck.

"Chuck, stop it." Devon tried to push him off. Chuck grated his hips and Devon's further protests were cut off by a moan.

He leaned down and nuzzled Devon's ear. "Listen to me carefully," he whispered. Devon tried to look at him but Chuck kept kissing and nibbling at his neck and ear. "They're always listening." If Chuck wasn't so determined he would have rolled his eyes at how crazy he sounded. "Except right now."

"What the–" Chuck rolled them over, pulling the sheet up to cover them. Another habit he had formed after the Intersect.

He knew there wasn't a camera on the left-hand side of the bed. So he maneuvered himself to be on that side and whispered, "Kiss my neck." Chuck would take time later to appreciate how much Devon trusted him, even with all the lying Chuck had been doing. Devon kissed him softly, hesitantly. "Like you mean it." Casey wasn't an idiot and disturbing or not he would probably know a show from the real thing by now.

Chuck couldn't – didn't want to stop the moan and way his back arched off the bed. Devon rarely did anything half-way. His kisses trailed up to his ear, "What the hell, Chuck?" he breathed.

"I'm a high-level asset for the government and no one can know or they might take me away from here." Devon stopped in his tracks and Chuck pulled him down, covering his mouth with his to stop any protests that Devon was about to shout. "Please believe me," he said against Devon's lips. "Believe me. I wanted to tell you so many times." He was speaking in Devon's ear again. "You can't tell anyone. You have to pretend I never told you today. Can you do that Devon?"

Devon collapsed on top of Chuck and stared at him in disbelief; Chuck was starting to doubt his decision. "I'll try," Devon finally said, before claiming Chuck's mouth in a soul-sealing kiss. Chuck kissed back and could feel some of the ever-constant pressure lifting off his chest. He didn't know if he'd made the right choice in telling Devon but he did know that another day of not lying would have killed him more.

[samueljames]

Glee, Blaine and Kurt, sick of their friends all assuming they're a couple.

Fill- People Will Say We're in Love

[(Anonymous)]

"Blaine, aren't you tired of people talking yet?" Kurt asked, his eyes saying what he wouldn't- he wanted people to talk.

"Nope, not really. I kind of like being a scandal."

"But people will say we're in love!" Kurt exclaimed, heart beating a mile or two a minute.

"And? What if we are? How many times have we had sex, including this time?"

"This time would make six, unless you count all the rim play, which I don't"

"I do. So with the rim play, how many?"

"Um... twenty-six."

"Then maybe we're in love."

"But..."

"Honestly, Kurt. This isn't Oklahoma. Relax." Blaine's mouth descended upon Kurt's rosebud lips.

And in the end, Kurt decided Blaine was right. All the scandal was way worth the pleasure.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, weakness

Filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It's not weakness to stare too intently into John's eyes.

It's not weakness to take his hand or touch his arm without thinking about it.

It's not weakness to want John to be his life-long companion.

It's not weakness to spend long hours thinking about the way he feels positively toasty when John smiles at him or laughs in the aftermath of an adreline-drenched chase.

It's not weakness.

It's not.

And if he repeats it enough Sherlock is sure he'll be able to delete his father's voice; the voice that whispers that it is.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Mohinder/Matt, evil genius(es)

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Rossi + team, getting a plot bunny in the middle of a case

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Nathan/Peter, daydreams

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, any/any, writing on the body (a la The Pillow Book)

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Ohmygod ten commandments icon is love love love! :D

[technicallysane.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, the Archangels, Gabriel was always the baby that everyone doted on and adored.

Lucifer

[gypsydancergirl.livejournal.com]

“Michael’s working.”

Lucifer sighed and reached behind him. He caught a handful of thunder and feathers. Giving a sharp tug, he pulled his younger brother over his head and into his lap. Gabriel yelped, his voice ringing throughout heaven. Lucifer could feel Michael’s disapproval from here. His younger brother stilled in contrition, but the Morningstar soothed Gabriel with a kiss to the younger archangel’s brow.

Gabriel giggled and twisted in his brother’s arms to rest his head against Lucifer’s chest above the warmth of his grace. The Morningstar allowed it fondly, tousling feathers freely.

“Michael is always working,” he huffed in exasperation. “I’m supposed to be working.”

Gabriel glanced up, but with the Morningstar he is always unrepentant. Their Father had given Gabriel what seemed to be an excess of energy and a fondness for generating noise. It was balanced out by Raphael’s endless calm and quiet demeanor. Raphael is patient, his hand steady and carefully deliberate in all he does, but he’s quick to anger. Gabriel is wild, playful, and loves everything with the abandon of a being certain he is loved in return.

Lucifer buried his face in the tangle of thunder and feathers, holding his brother tightly in his embrace. How could anyone not love this little one?

“I suppose a few moments can be spared to inspect Michael and Raphael’s progress,” the Morningstar decided, rising with his brother still cradled in his arms. “Our Father should give you a job to occupy you as well, Little Brother,” Lucifer scolded mildly. “You get into far too much mischief when left to your own devices.”

Gabriel beamed. “Father says he has a very special job for me. It’s not ready yet, but soon. He promised. Soon.”

Lucifer shook his head softly. This wasn’t the first that they had heard of Gabriel’s special job, but their Father was being rather secretive about the whole thing. Whatever it was, it was taking longer than the ‘very special’ jobs already handed out amongst the other archangels. He hoped that Gabriel would be up to the task; the little archangels were so young and Gabriel in particular lacked the seriousness needed for responsibility.

Warm arms wrapped around his neck as his younger brother buried his face in the side of Lucifer’s neck. “Love you,” the littlest archangel whispered, squeezing tight. Then he squirmed to be put down and fly ahead.

Lucifer hoped that his younger brother would stay like this forever, regardless of ‘very special’ jobs and responsibility. Lucifer would help Gabriel with his work to make sure it got done—to make sure that there was always time for play and distractions. It was his responsibility as the older brother to teach and care for the younger.

He would teach Gabriel everything the Morningstar knew.

[technicallysane.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/Sulu, "If I had more time to think it through, I still would've jumped after you."

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, Rodney was surprisingly romantic.

[lothy.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Nimueh & or / Merlin, bonding (sort of, before the fight to the death, naturally).

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Jensen Ackles/Matthew Bomer, Jensen and Matthew as psychopathic lovers on the run; Jared Padalecki as the lawman hunting them down

No fic, but...

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

*purrs* Prettyprettypretty! *ponders*

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, "This is the worst idea you ever had."

Worst idea ever, SGA/SG1, John/Cam

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Heh - probably not what you had in mind, but...enjoy? XD



"...and then we circle 'round, jump on 'em and call it a day."

"You're actually serious, aren't you?"

"...And then we go for beer?"

"No. Just...no. This is the worst idea you've ever had."

"Can't be as bad as the time with the thing you decided to try in bed 'cause you read about it in a magazine."

"Worse. Worse than that time when you decided to, y'know, and nearly got us all killed. And SG-4. And Woolsey."

"Okay, that was pretty bad. But this is going to work."

"We're doomed."

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Jensen Ackles/Joseph Gordon-Levitt, author's choice

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, Watching a crime show on TV.

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

"Reid!" Morgan shouted, exasperated beyond belief.

Spencer huffed, settling back against his lover as they watched CSI, "I'm sorry. It's just not realistic. I mean, it takes us weeks to get DNA results back, and even if we had someone to process them on site, it wouldn't be so quick. The process of DNA analysis takes time."

Morgan rolled his eyes, "Reid, we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves. It's not real. Just sit back and at least try to enjoy it. Without the commentary."

Reid tried to enjoy, he really did, but it was harder than he thought it would be. Luckily he managed to sit through the rest of the episode without any further comment.

Morgan glanced over at his lover as the episode ended, shaking his head at the frustrated look still lingering on his young lover's face. "It really bugged you, didn't it?"

"You have no idea. I told you, we should have watched Star Trek."

"Nope, no way! I will never watch an episode of Star Trek with you again."

"Why not?"

"The last time you spent the entire episode pointing out scientific flaws."

"Did not! I've told you repeatedly, there aren't that many flaws in Star Trek considering how long ago it was made. Improbabilities? Yes, but not many outright flaws. In fact, by comparison, the creators of CSI should be ashamed. I mean- hmmph"

Sensing a lecture in the making, Derek figured that kissing Spencer was pretty much the only way to get him to shut up at this point. And just in case the kissing didn't do it, he was willing to employ further erotic distractions just to make sure that any higher brain functions from his lover weren't feasible for the foreseeable future.

END

[tigriswolf]

Highlander/Inception, Methos/Arthur, Arthur spent one hundred years traveling the word with Methos

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

(prequel thing to THIS (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/222706.html?thread=46586610#t46586610) bit I already wrote for you. Not a pairing, teacher/student with a side of smart ass. Also? This got WAY out of hand in terms of length. My muses don’t understand the concept of comment fic :D)

The first time Arthur dies, outside of the dreamscape of course, is in a back alley in Saint Martinique with three bullets in his chest and abdomen, blood spilling out over his fingers, and the copper tang sharp on his tongue is almost enough to override the instinctive panic that accompanies violent death.

Betrayed. Again.

He’s barely 25, still trying to shake the marks of military service by growing out his hair and dressing more his age. Of all the places in the world he expected to be found, this was the last. He’s on vacation for christ’s sake, trying to get something that resembles a tan and maybe figure out how to sleep naturally again.

He only told one person where he would be; because there was only one person he trusted enough to have his back. Turns out that trust really is a dying commodity, and for the right price even the best of men can be bought.

His last thought as blackness ate across his vision and his numb hands fell away, leaving the blood to pour and pool as it wished, was that he wished he had just a little more time.

~~~~~

It would be six months before Arthur encountered another Immortal. Six months of dispelling rumours of his death and flipping the bird to any and all US military personnel he encountered. There were other assassination attempts of course, most of them not managing to do anything more than piss him off (though that car bomb was strangely effective, it took almost three days before he was fully himself again), but eventually the people in charge of the Dreamshare Initiative decided it was better to leave Arthur alone before he turned on them directly.

If they only knew.

He was following a mark through the perpetually crowded street of Paris when the shocking jolt of an Immortal nearly sent him to his knees. There was a moment of blind panic, the frantic fumble for a gun that was never far from his hand and then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation receded and a tall-ish rather non-descript young man came into view.

“Hello there,” the stranger kept his hands in plain sight, careful to make no sudden movements. “You must be new to all this.”

Arthur pointed his gun right at the other man’s head, “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Had a near death experience recently?” The stranger wielded sarcasm like a finely honed weapon. “Or was it a little more than near?”

“Who sent you?” Arthur tightens his finger on the trigger, already planning to shoot this man, whoever he is, and skip town. His reputation is good enough he can bail on this job without causing too much trouble. “What do you want?”

“You know, I think I like you.” The stranger laughs, completely disregarding the gun aimed between his eyes. “Been a long time since I found anyone worthy of taking on as a student, but I think you and I might get along just fine. A matched pair we are, survivors at all costs, no flinching and no apologies.”

“Okay,” Arthur blinked in confusion. “Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want with me?”

“My name is Methos and I am the oldest living Immortal. You, I think, are one of the youngest. If you come with me, I’ll teach you how to survive this new life.”

“And what do you want?” Because if there’s one thing Arthur knows it’s that nothing comes free.

“Teach me how to survive this world; I’ve been out wandering the continent for so long it’s barely familiar.” Methos shrugged. “We’ll teach each other and right before we want to kill each other, we’ll go our separate ways.”

“I give it six weeks.” Arthur grumbled, his gun tucked away so quickly it seemed a slight of hand. “Tops.”

“Oh yes,” Methos laughed, coming forward to throw his arm around the shoulders of his new student. “I’m definitely going to like you.”

It’s a year before they separate, more for necessity than desire, and Methos never once says I told you so but Arthur knows he’s thinking it.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Better luck next time.

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Batman Under the Red Hood, Jason/Arthur, author's choice

[tigriswolf]

Inception/White Collar, Arthur/Neal, they worked together for awhile

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Playing Monopoly was supposed to be simple.

Fill- Games 101 for Humans

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

"No, Sammy, this is what you're supposed to do with that peice." Gabriel put the thimble on his finger and dragged it down Sam's naked chest.

"Then what do I do with this?" Sam took the Scotty dog in his fingers. "The same as you just did?" Sam dragged the pointy ears along Gabriel's naked chest.

"Ow, butthead! Why'd you do that?"

"Because this is not strip poker. Let's put our shirts on. If you want to have sex, this is really bad foreplay." Sam picked Gabriel up and walked upstairs.

"That was exactly the plan," Gabriel whispered, and smiled crookedly.

"I know." Sam dropped him on the bed and closed the door.

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Prentiss/Strauss, power

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Elle/Morgan, hand-to-hand