Friday: Free For All

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Hey guys! The weekend has all but officially begun. And you know what that means? That's right! Any fandom, any pairing or grouping, and any prompt are welcome!



But please be sure to format your prompts appropriately for the sake of your friendly neighborhood Code Monkeys! For example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, "I always wanted to be in a comic book"

or

AtS/Leverage, Angel/Eliot Spencer, "no human should be able to do that"



Not seeing any prompts that just reach out and grab you? Try checking out our collection of Lonely Prompts. We've got a little of everything, hopefully we've got something for you!



Speaking of Lonely Prompts, this weekend will be another Lonely Prompt Challenge. It will run from 0:00 PST Saturday to 23:59 PST Sunday. But we're going to tweak things just a little bit, so please make sure to read the challenge post tomorrow.


And with that, happy writing everybody. And have a great Friday!

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High School Musical, Chad/Ryan, Magic

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oh christ, this is such a cliché. sorry to waste your prompt, or something.
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It's not a surprise that Ryan can do magic. Chad doesn't know why it isn't, and he should probably worry he expected something like this, but, well, he's just not surprised.

"Okay," he says.

Ryan's eyes widen. "Okay? Just like that?"

"Yeah," says Chad. "I mean, if you're gonna tick off all the stereotypes, why not magic?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"It's magic," Chad tries to explain. "It's like boom! and glitter and color."

Ryan frowns.

"What?"

"I don't think you understood me right."

Chad raises his eyebrows.

Ryan literally turns green.

Chad jumps back. "How did you do that? Is that your real skin? Are you an alien?" He ponders this. "That would be kinda cool, dating an alien."

"That's my Elphaba impression," Ryan says, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, and his skin goes back to its normal color. "I'm not an alien. There may be aliens in my ancestry, though."

"That explains the Sharpay."

"Not really," Ryan points out. "I mean, the most she can do is like, handlessly style her hair. I can do stuff like this," he says, holding out his hand and raising it.

Chad feels himself lifted off the ground. "What the fuck?"

Ryan smirks.

"I thought it was--"

"A trick?"

"Yeah."

Ryan raises his eyebrows.

"Neil Patrick Harris and stuff. With the fire thing."

Chad hits the floor with a loud thump.

Ryan chuckles, and, when confronted with Chad's glare, shrugs.

"So, wait," Ryan says, and helps Chad to his feet. "I didn't know we were dating," and the way he makes it sound is like--like the reason Chad hadn't brought that up before. It's weird. Technicalities (like the fact that they didn't hook up at college, but during Christmas break) apart, there's obligatory experimenting, and then there's, like, walking around holding hands.

Chad draws the line at holding hands, but the whole player thing doesn't look like it'd suit him. He gets way too attached to people. "Sure. I mean, you may not be green, but you're still weird inside."

"I'll—take that as a compliment?"

"Hey, you chose Mars. You could have turned yourself blue or something."

Ryan tsks. "That would have been extremely unsubtle."

"Because green wasn't?"

Ryan looks at him, and laughs.

Chad ignores him. "So what else can you do?"

Ryan shoots him a truly evil look.

"You're not going to unleash the powers of Hell onto me, are you?"

Ryan chuckles. "Nah," he says. "There's some other stuff I'd like to try first."

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AtS, Angel/Lindsey, don't leave

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I feel a little lame answering my own prompt, but when the bunny bites...

Angel can't help but feel sorrow when he sees Lindsey loading his belongings into his truck. They'd finally stopped trying to kill each other, and after they rescued the people being used for body part transplants, well, let's just say that's one tryst Angel never thought he'd have.

And now he's leaving. In a way Angel gets it, because Lindsey had to be the only person in the history of Wolfram and Hart to quit and make it out of the building in one piece. If the Senior Partners get their hands on him, he's a goner.

Then it dawns on him. The Senior Partners want Angel alive. And if Lindsey stays with him...

"Don't leave," he says. "I can keep you safe from them."

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Being Human, Mitchell/George, George disappears

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He finds him in Glasgow, of all places. It's sunny for once, though the sky is dark with clouds that seem to threaten rain at any moment. The wind is cold, pulling at Mitchell's scarf as he stands outside the coffee shop and stares through the window at George inside. He's behind the counter, rushed off his feet with orders but still smiling, still polite, still George.

It's been four months since George left - no note, no goodbye, no explanation.

Mitchell looks down at his hand and thinks that maybe he thought no explanation was necessary. Beneath the wool of his fingerless gloves and the sleeve of his jacket there is a deep scars: claw marks. Even now, months later, Mitchell can still smell a little of George's scents embedded in the old wounds. It's the one thing he's had to hold onto.

He's not a werewolf - doesn't work that way - but that hadn't stopped George from working himself into one of his trademark panics, all flapping hands and high-pitched voice and tear-filled eyes. Mitchell had calmed him down.

He'd thought he'd calmed him down, but then he'd woken up in the morning with an empty bed and George's scent already beginning to fade from the house. Annie had smashed several teacups when she'd worked out what had happened.

He needs to go inside this café and interrupt the tranquil little life that George has began to build for himself again; he needs to drag him back home where he belongs.

There's a fight in their future.

George will rant and Mitchell will smile and later, when the anger fades, they'll kiss and begin to walk down the path back to normality.

Mitchell walks through the coffee shop's glass door and the scent of caffeine fills his lungs: he knows that, before they can get to the happy ending, he needs to make it through the hardest part: ending George's disappearing act for good.

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T:TSCC/Supernatural, Dean/Sam/Cameron/John, "I've been watching you."

Watch, SPN/TSCC, Dean/Sam/John/Cameron, i've been watching you

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Tee hee hee.... hope you had a good nap :P Cause the ride is back on!!! :P

“I’ve been watching you.”

Sam didn’t doubt it a bit because as soon as John brought Sam back to the small bedroom in the half fallen down shack Cameron had him pushed against the wall and was working his belt off and his pants down past his hips.

John watched, his eyes sparking with amusement and Sam barely had time to register what was happening before Cameron’s tongue was licking at the head of his cock.

His head hit the wall and he clenched his fists. Dean was possibly going to kill him for this. He had his dick in metal but it didn’t feel like it, felt wet and hot and tight and her tongue worked his shaft like she was a pro.

John came up beside him, one hand curling in Cameron’s hair as she sucked Sam down. “Cameron’s been learning a lot from you and Dean.” He said with a smile as he leaned in, biting on Sam’s lip.

“Sammy?”

John pulled back, his eyes on Sam’s the whole time as he opened the door. “Up here Dean.”

A moment later Sam watched Dean step in, his eyes widening slightly at what he saw. Cameron pulled off Sam, looking up at Dean. “I’ve been watching you.” She repeated her earlier words.

Dean took a step back, settling onto a dusty chair as he pressed his hand down on his hardening cock. “Good, you won’t mind if I watch you then.”

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T:TSCC/Supernatural, Dean/Sam/Cameron/John, need to feel alive

Alive, TSCC/SPN, Dean/Sam/Cameron/John need to feel alive

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Probably not what you were looking for but it felt right :P


Battle raged around them and every day there was less and less of him that seemed alive, that seemed to breath let alone feel. Sam watched with growing despair because he remembered it in himself, in the days when demon blood had become too strong to resist and the addiction made everything else seem less real. The real addiction, he admitted to himself and no one else, in those days had been to saving his brother, not the blood. No one understood it, but he thought maybe John would. John refused to be human because he needed to be more, he needed to lead and god Sam wished he had met Sarah Connor because she was an even greater piece of work than John Winchester. They’d have had a field day, raising their kids as mercenary hunters together.

He waited, knew when it was just going to be John and Cameron and he and Dean snuck in behind them. Dean touched Cameron’s arm and stepped into her, whispering in her ear and she cocked her head at Sam, watching him with those alien eyes that seemed to want to know everything but that never quite understood.

When John looked back at Cameron and Dean, his brow furrowed and Sam knew he was doing the right thing. He took a swing, knowing that Dean was keeping Cameron back. Fist connected with jaw and while John was a brilliant strategist and could hold his own in any battle, he’d never had the hand to hand combat practice that living as hunters their whole lives had given Sam and Dean. “What the hell?” John yelled as he stumbled back.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Sam demanded.

John squared his shoulders, his eyes showing pain and hurt and confusion and the slow building anger he was well known for. “What’s your problem Sam?”

Sam swung again but John ducked. It didn’t do him much good because Sam kicked out and knocked John to the ground, dropping and pinning him in one smooth motion.

He blocked out Dean and Cameron but couldn’t help but feel good at the pride that sounded in Dean’s “That’s my boy.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? Just sending men out to die with no hope? Leaving them behind and not even wasting the breath to offer condolences? Who the hell are you to lead us?”

John’s eyes were pure anger now. “I’m John Connor.”

“Fuck you!” Sam said, banging John’s head back into the floor. “John Connor cares. John Connor’s human.”

He got up from the other man, disgusted and angry and afraid he’d missed this opportunity to get through to John because the anger had come too quickly in John, to fast. He turned his back and before he knew it, he was pushed back against the wall, John throw himself into Sam and getting a few punches in before Sam realized what was happening.

He managed to duck the next hit and it was then that he realized what he was seeing. Instead of trying to hit back, he grappled for John, grabbed him and pinned him to his chest. He heard the shuddered breath, the way his shoulder’s hitched. “Damn it John, we need you.”

“No.” He was shaking his head and Sam felt the tears wetting his shirt where John still struggled. “I can’t- I can’t be that and still – I can’t Sam. I can’t feel and still send them out to die. They’re – they’re dieing for me.”

And they both collapsed on the floor then, Sam holding John tightly to him as his eyes reached out to Dean. Dean who knew how many people had died because of Sam and his blood. Dean, who had died and gone to hell. “They’re dieing for all of us now John, not just you. They’re dieing so that we can live. Don’t belittle their deaths by making it about your grief. It’s their sacrifice and you have to honor it.”

“I don’t know how Sam.”

“Show us all John. Show us all what it means to be alive.”

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Death Race, Jensen Ames(Frankenstien)/Machine Gun Joe, Life in Mexico

Turning Your Back to Regret

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Life in Mexico is good. Not great, like the life he planned for himself, Suzy, and their little girl but a good life none the less. He and Joe have their own car shop now, and after a few incidents with the local gangs, they've carved out a place for themselves here.

He'd originally planned to ask Case to help him raise his little angel, but he's not sure that that's what he wants anymore. When they'd arrived here Joe had bought a house for them and even made a nursery for the little one. He was always ready to babysit, dirty diapers and all. He treated Jensen's daughter like she was his own and Jensen didn't think he could find anyone to love her more.

He'd planned to take Case as a lover because she was so much like his wife, now he's not sure he doesn't want to forge a life with someone totally different. He still loves Suzy and he thinks he could love Case, but Joe gets him in a way they never could. He doesn't think he wants to risk what they have in order to chase lost chances and dreams.

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T:TSCC/Supernatural, Dean/Sam/Cameron/John, us against the world

Happy, TSCC/SPN, Sam/Dean/John/Cameron, us agianst the world

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Dean sat at the top of the hill, watching the world underneath him. It was blissfully quiet these days. Didn’t mean his skin didn’t itch with the wait, with the fear of what was to come next, but some times it gave them a few moments where they could just… relax. Remember why it was they fought so hard, remember what it meant to be alive.

He looked back at Sam and John, looking at the tree they were sitting under. The wind was blowing gently and he could see his brother pointing something out and it reminded him of summers spent on the back roads, entertaining themselves with what they could see in the clouds or shifting shadows of the tree leaves.

Cameron crawled up beside him, her eyes taking in the other two. “They seem… happy … like that.”

She said happy like she didn’t know what it meant. No matter what they tried to teach her about human emotions, he realized she probably didn’t have a clue what happy was. By the time she’d met John Connor he wasn’t the happy go luck kid who could have taught her. They might have moments of contentment, moments that felt good, but he doubted any of them had felt truly happy in years.

An afternoon to themselves though, a day where the two could just be Sam and John. Dean smiled. He bet Kyle and Derek were going ape shit trying to find them, but he’d handle that when they got back. They all deserved some time to themselves and Derek would understand it. Kyle might now, but Dean would be able to use the big brother card and let Derek know that sometime when he and Kyle just needed to get away, to just be brothers for an afternoon, he’d cover it. Derek and Dean got on like mad because both were extremely protective of their little brothers.

“Yeah. Just need some time away from it all I guess.” Dean answered.

“And you? You are keeping watching. You aren’t relaxing.”

“It’s enough to see Sam relaxed.” He answered, knowing it had always been that way between them.

She nodded as she looked at Dean. “John is my priority.” Dean looked at her, not certain where she was going with this. “But I would kill to protect Sam also.”

The corners at one side of his lips turned up and he felt something loosen a little in his chest. “Yeah, alright.”

She looked back at the two men and then down over the hilltop. “It’s just us against the world. Human and machines, they will find ways to try to topple him.”

Dean nodded, realizing what she was asking of him. “Yeah, Sam’s mine, but John… he’s there too. I’ll do anything I can to protect him.”

Cameron gave him that smile that he knew she’d been practicing. It wasn’t the same as a real girl but hell, she was stronger and faster, harder and less likely to be hurt. She knew about Sam and didn’t care. He could let her die for his brother and not need to feel guilty about choosing Sam over another soul again.

When she leaned over and covered his mouth with hers he opened up, letting her in. “Lets be… happy … for a while Dean.”

Dean laughed into her mouth and decided that yeah… they could all be happy for a little while.

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House, House/Wilson, danger/dangerous

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It doesn’t happen very often.

Wilson can go for weeks at a time being nothing but easy-going and fun and affectionate, making House feel like the most important person in his world. Despite his wary misgivings, House gradually begins to let down his guard, stops measuring his words and guarding his tongue... until, inevitably... something irreparably stupid will slip out.

It might be nothing more than an appreciative comment about some new nurse they pass in the hall, or a derisive remark about Wilson's taste in television, or clothes, or women. It might be something he never would have expected to invoke Wilson's fury.

Regardless of the unexpected reason, House inevitably finds himself on the receiving end of Wilson’s wrath – exploding like lightning that’s been slowly building from a quiet, static charge.

If he's lucky, it'll be nothing more than a slap and a few angry, threatening words.

More often... it's worse.

There are times when House can't pick himself up off the floor when Wilson's finished venting his rage.

There are rare times... there's only been a few... when House actually fears for his life.

Sometimes, House forgets how dangerous Wilson can be.

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Watchmen, Daniel/Rorschach, what Daniel thinks of Dr.Manhattan

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"Big team. Bad idea," Rorschach said as he entered Dan's owl cave.

"But think of what good we could do!" Dan argued as he was putting on his Nite Owl suit.

"Do good now. Don't need them," he argued.

They were going to go met with some genius in a cape and mask along with all the other active masked heroes. Seems like the someone was trying to put Minutemen back together. Didn't work than, won't work now.

"Sure we do good, but not the kind we could do as a team. Dr. Manhattan alone..." Dan started, but didn't have to continue.

"Too powerful."

"Sure he could kill us all, but he hasn't has he? He wants to help, to be part of this group. If we could make him see things our way this would be the end of the gangs."

"Too fast. Too easy. Like stealing. No good from that."

"You aren't seeing the big picture," Dan said slipping his cowl on and coming down the steps towards Archie and his partner, "If we team up with them it'd be the end of taking out bad guys one by one. We could convince them to see what we see. They'll listen to us. We'll get a say in how the world changes."

"Not we, Dan," Rorschach said shaking his head, "You."

"Don't be like that," Dan said obviously not understanding, "Get in."

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Smallville, Chloe/AC, under the sea

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Smallville, Oliver/Zatanna, "You wanted to see me?"

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Oliver Queen glanced up at the doorway when he heard a soft knock. A grin appeared on his face as he saw that it was the one and only Zatanna Zatara, the team’s own mistress of magic.

Zatanna grinned slyly at him as she walked towards him, and stopped beside his office desk. Oliver studied her with amusement as she sat down on his desk and crossed her legs with no effort at all.

“You wanted to see me?” Oliver asked, curious as to find out what the woman wanted. Hopefully it wasn’t a raise, since it seemed that been the agenda of Impulse’s stop in earlier. Although admittedly, he just might give her one.

“Let’s just say that a little speedster – not to name names – told me about a romance between you and the team’s bird, I just wanted to see if it was true or not.” Zatanna stated, trying to sound nonchalance about it. Although the spark in her eye as she spoke about the so-called ‘romance’, Oliver had a hard time believing she didn’t care either way he answered.

“Well, you can tell Impulse to mind his own business, but you don’t have to worry. I’m not interested in Dinah. I’m actually in someone else,” Oliver admitted grinning at her. Zatanna grinned as he admitted he wasn’t with the Black Canary although she bit her lip when he admitted he had eyes for someone else. I won’t curse her, I won’t curse her, Zatanna thought, trying to convince herself although deep down she knew she probably would.

“And just exactly who is the lucky woman?” Zatanna asked, leaning foreword as if they were discussing a secret and hoped her voice didn’t sound as angry as she thought it did.

Oliver grinned at her, “Oh I think you’ll find out soon.”

Zatanna finally glared at him before jumping off his desk and huffing out of his office in anger. As she tried to get away an hand grabbed her and stopped her. She turned around to face Oliver in confusion. He shook his head in amusement before pulling her against him, capturing her lips with his.

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RPS, JDM/Steve Carlson, massages and chocolate

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Jeff doesn't spoil Steve like this often, but it's his first day home after a long few months of touring and Steve deserves it. He's sprawled on his belly over their huge bed, licking chocolate off his fingers while Jeff rubs his shoulders.

"Mmmm, so good," Steve mumbles around a mouth full of chocolate and caramel. Jeff laughs, low and rumbling, leaning down to brush kisses along Steve's shoulders.

"Can't tell if you're enjoying your massage or the chocolates, sweetheart," Jeff says, amused. He hears Steve chuckle.

"S'about the same," Steve says, then pops another chocolate into his mouth. "Fuck yeah, raspberry filling."

Jeff keeps kissing along Steve's back, following the path his hands take to rub out each knot. Steve groans at a particularly hard knot, biting down on the chocolate in his mouth.

"Coconut," he says, muffled by the candy. "Mmmm."

"You gonna share?" Jeff asks. Coconut is his favorite. Steve turns and kisses him, swapping the sweet flakes and the bitter chocolate on their tongues. It's Jeff's favorite way to eat candy.

Somehow, they manage to get smears of chocolate all over Jeff's new sheets, themselves, and the walls. It's pretty amazing, actually. But they're also covered in come and sweat so Jeff doesn't mind that much.

He's got his boy back and they're both happy and sated.

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The Unusuals, Shraeger/Welsh, getting to know your partner

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RPS, Jason Mamoa/JDM/Christian Kane, naked and wet and growling

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*is ded of hawt mental image*

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RPS, Chris/Steve, let's get you home

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X-Men (anyverse), Cyclops/Rogue, lollipop

Lollipop NC-17

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Scott was trying to study, but every time he got through three words he'd hear a little pop. He turned his head and saw dark blue lips wrapped around a lollipop. He turned back quickly, but now out the corner of his visor he was watching.

She'd take it slowly to her lips and swirl it around. Her tongue came out and caressed it carefully. It made his heart race. She brought it into her mouth than let it go with a sudden pop.

"Sure are starin' a lot for a guy with a girlfriend," she mused smirking over at him.

"Sure are good at pleasing a lollipop for a girl that can't touch anyone," Scott tossed back.

"Sure are hard for a girl yo know you can't get," Rogue teased, "Unless you're creative."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked than saw her fingers bring up at condom and her lips went back to sucking at the lollipop. He stared not at all sure how to feel let alone what to say. This was so wrong. He had to think about Jean.

"Jean told me you guys were on a break," Rogue said her tongue playing over the top of the sucker, "Figured I'd give it a shot. Hey I may die a virgin, but I want to give head least once. What ya say?"

"Rogue we shouldn't--"

"But I wanna," she said getting up and going over to him. She put her hand in his lap and grabbed his hard on, "And so do ya."

"Not here."

"Why not?" she said getting down on her knees. She unzipped his pants and pulled him out with gloved hands. Scott groaned, but felt pinned down to the chair by his own lust.

She offered the lollipop up to him and he sucked on it. He could taste her lips on it, her saliva. It was the closet thing he'd get to a real kiss.

She rolled the condom down him carefully and checked for holes. After taking extra care to make sure he wasn't in danger she started in on him. Her mouth went down his shaft than came back up. Scott moaned softly and put a hand over his mouth.

It felt impossibly dirty and wrong, but somehow he liked it. he liked the fact he shouldn't be doing this. He liked knowing he was being daring and dangerous by doing this in the library with a woman who wasn't Jean. He'd never done anything with another girl before, let alone wrong.

Her technique, desperate her lack of actual practice, was outstanding. Her teeth didn't get in the way. Her tongue kept teasing the tip of his weeping cock and her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't get too.

There was no skin to skin contact, but it didn't matter. The act alone, watching her head bob up and down, it was more than enough. he whimpered and gave her no warming as he came hard into her mouth. The condom caught the actual cum, but he still felt slightly bad after he had come off his high.

"Sorry," he said softly.

"Don't be turtle dove," she said taking the condom and dipping a finger inside. She brought her bare finger out and licked it clean. "Tastes good."

"God," he said breathlessly as he put himself away, "I'm so going to repay you."

"Ya can't."

"I'm good at oral."

"So what," she said sighing, "Ain't possible."

"Haven't you ever heard of a dental dam? You've got to be more creative Rogue," he said taking her by her gloved hand and leading her towards his room.

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T:TSCC/Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Cameron/John, what do you want?

A Mouthful, SPN/TSCC, Dean/Sam/John/Cameron, what do you want

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John looked at Sam, looked at his brother and they way the made the space that was too tight for one somehow manage to look comfy with their frames both pushed up against one another. There was nothing sexual about the pose, it was just two men who were used to living in each other’s space and didn’t feel the need for breathing room. He saw the same thing in the Reese brothers and there were times when it all made him envious.

And angry. There had never been any chance of siblings for him. He’d made sure of that when he sent his father back in time. Made sure that Sarah Connor gave birth to him and made sure that she turned her back on any thought of a happy life, of more children and love. She’d turned into a fighter for him as had so many others. Like his father and uncle.

In Sam and Dean though… they were fighters for someone else, always had been. When they became a part of the resistance, he’d been worried until he realized that the loyalty they’d given him was absolute. Nothing and no one would keep the Winchester brothers from their word and he wasn’t sure even death would do it. He had this vague image of them rising from their grave to keep him safe and he shook it off with a fond shake of his head.

He remembered his first meeting with them, off the battlefield, remembered how hostile Dean was and how Sam had watched with barely suppressed indulgence. “What do you want?” Dean had demanded.

“I need your help.” John had said softly. “I need men like you to help us survive.”

Dean had looked back at Sam and his brother had shrugged. Dean had looked him over and when he met his eyes, both stared back, hard and determined and will solid as metal. He’d nodded. “We’ll be what you need.”

Back then he’d had no idea how true those words were. Now, as he looked over at the brothers, he bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. What do you want? God if Dean asked him right now… he’d get a whole other answer. And a mouthful of something other than words.

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Fantastic 4, Johnny/Sue, secrets

[comeon-eileen.livejournal.com]

this is so wrong. lol

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Maybe it was wrong, and no one else would understand, but growing up, they'd only had each other...

...Was that a failed sob story or what. Johnny figured, eventually, he would stop trying to come up with a good explanation. After all, Sue had, and she was way smarter than him. It was only a matter of time before his brain caught up and got with the program. Sometimes, things just happened.

Sometimes they happened to happen with his hands sliding over the curve of her hips and the taste of her tongue on his mouth.

And it would get easier to not roll his eyes every time Reed suggested he settle down with a 'nice girl', 'like your sister'. It would be easier to not think of how nice Sue could be, especially when Reed was wrapped up in his science, living in the lab and Ben was out catching a football game or any of the myriad of sports that warranted giant foam fingers and swishy trophy flags.

Swish, like the sound of her hair when she pulled out the severe bun and shook it out across bare shoulders (and where it touched his own scalp, the color matched exactly).

And... hey.

Maybe if it ever did come out, it wouldn't matter in the Big Picture; maybe the lives he saved would outweigh the sin and everyone would still be talking about how great he looked in blue and how fast his bike could go and never mind how he got his kicks on those quiet days when there's nothing to do around the ol' Baxter but Sue Richards (nee Storm). Even Reed might shake it off eventually, because didn't he know better than anyone the two most frustrating factors involved: how easy it was to accidentally damn yourself (and others); and, the way Sue looked in nothing but moonlight and a smile...

Maybe, maybe.

For now, Johnny thought, he'd do like any good superhero out there, and manage his secrets as best he could.

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

T:TSCC/Supernatural, Sam/Dean/John/Cameron, fighting till the end

To The End, TSCC, SPN, Sam/Dean/John/Cameron, fighting till the end

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“You could have got yourself killed!” He threw at the other man, ignoring the looks from the two people closest to them. They’d had to make a run for and they were cut off from the others, just the four of them because if Sam and Dean went one way, John followed. If John had gone another way, they’d have followed. It didn’t matter. They were there to make sure John was safe, to make sure the other was safe. John sometimes wondered how they figured out the value of a life, which person they chose to save over another. He wondered if Dean and Sam had painted big 1’s on each other’s back as well as his own. Cameron he thought, probably had a 2 because he knew they’d try to save her if she ever got captured, even if they were willing to let her get damaged for the team.

Sam pushed Dean against the wall of the ramshackle remains of what were once tunnels. Everything was hazy and dark but there was enough light from the holes in the ceiling to see by.

Cameron crouched down at John’s side, watching the brothers. She liked to watch them, found their psychology fascinating and she and John had talked for hours about what they’re lives must have been like to make this seem second nature to them.

“Yeah well it was us or them and if I didn’t get it out of our way all of us would have died Sam.” Dean didn’t back down, never did when it was his own life on the line. If Sam had made the same move he’d have been all over him and they all knew it. The truth was so evident no one brought it up. It wasn’t an arguable point with Dean. It would be like telling Cameron she shouldn’t risk her life for John’s. It was just her programming.

Just like it was Dean’s.

He watched Sam fist his hands in Dean’s jacket and saw the moment when anger turned to fear, when adrenaline turned to pain and then Dean’s arms were around his brother, pulling him against his chest. “We’re okay Sammy.” He breathed into his brother’s ear. “We made it out again.”

Sam took a deep breath, looked at Dean for a moment, searching, then pulled him closer, kissing him hard and desperate.

“They’re always fighting.” Cameron said quietly beside him.

John smiled. “Yeah they are.” Because they were and they always would be. If the world wanted to go down, fine by them, but if wanted to take them down? The Winchester boys were going to go down swinging. It was comforting and John stepped away from the wall, pressed his chest to Sam’s back and twined his hands in Dean’s on his thigh.

They’d fight to the end because that’s all they could do. Until then, they’d find a way to hang on.

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Watchmen, Author's choice/Author's choice, rain(or raining/thunderstorm)

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

It was raining outside. The slow continuous kind that never seemed to stop. It rained on the just and the unjust alike Rorschach'd once heard, but he wondered which ones actually felt it.

Most people got depressed when it rained. Got upset by the cloudy mess on the sky and the fact the water won't wash away their sins. A single figure stood out in it with a smile on a face that was upturned to the rain. Rorschach came out, and stood next to him, not trying to understand how a god sees rain.

"Isn't it wonderful? All of these little dots of hydrogen and oxygen making an endless track through our plant. Recycling themselves over and over again. Each of these drops have been everywhere and will go everywhere. From liquid, to gas, to liquid again, over and over. It's like a map of history inside of each raindrop."

"Rain wet," Rorschach argued, "Not special. Just water."

"It must be nice," Dr. Manhattan said turning to look at his teammate, "To see thing so simply, but do you ever feel like your missing out?"

"Missing what? Magic rain?" Rorschach said with a dark chuckle, "Nah. Seen enough. Don't wanna see it all."

Without another word Rorschach walked his head dipped and the rain pounding down on him. He didn't hear the whispered words in the distance.

"Neither do I," said the figure left alone in the rain.

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Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, competence

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, competence

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Alec didn't see it coming. He hardly realized what had happened, except that he was on the ground, when previously he had been standing, and Eliot was kissing him very, very enthusiastically. He was more than happy to go along with it, but eventually he had to breath. Pushing Eliot away with one hand only served to have Eliot move from his mouth to his neck. Which was really very nice, but he wanted some answers.

"Eliot, not that this isn't nice, but what the hell?"

"You looked really hot, couldn't help myself."

"What, me fixing Nate's car?"

"Yeah. Didn't know you could do that."

"I built our comms from scratch, I can fix a damn car. You never jump me when I'm driving."

"Don't care about the car. Competence is sexy."

Alec started to pull off Eliot's shirt. His Nana hadn't raised him to turn down a good offer.

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T:TSCC/Supernatural, Dean/Sam/John/Cameron, taking comfort any way we can

Strangest Places, TSCC/SPN, John/Cameron, Sam/Dean, taking comfort any way we can

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No one else understood, Sam thought as he watched them. He sat with his back to Dean’s chest, one of his brother’s arms curled over his shoulder and holding onto his chest, hand resting over his heart as if he was counting each beat.

It wasn’t just the metal they had to fight anymore. Metal and man, things made to look like them. They’d known they were out there, but there weren’t always enough dogs and Cameron wasn’t always there.

She’d come through though, shown up at the last minute and taken the other Terminator out. The fight had been pretty vicious and she had gapes in her leg and arm where the other metal had ripped and pulled flesh from metally bone.

They’d run to their fall back and Sam and Dean had followed John to the one place they had close by that would help her.

Sam watched as John sank into her, watched as he stroked solid fingers over the fleshless metal skeleton. He watched as John leaned over her, lips pressing into hers, watched her open to John in every way.

Water sloshed around them, or at least the liquid compound that would attach to her flesh and make her look human again, but John didn’t care and neither did she. Dean had Sam against his back, naked and sated and ghosting his breath over his neck as they watched the other two.

They all took comfort where they could, where they needed. It wasn’t the metal skeleton underneath the flesh that mattered to them anymore. It was the fact that she was still there, still fighting, still at their side when one of her own came to kill. Sam took his comfort in his brother, who had come when Sam had turned white eyed and without a soul. Cameron came when her brethren fought them tooth and nail.

Comfort came in the strangest places. They all accepted it with the grace it was given.

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SPN, Sam/Dean bloody fingerprints on the wall

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Sam sees it the next morning. Dried, flaking, not as glaring as it had been last night. His hand print on the wall by the bathroom. It happened when Dean had stumbled and almost taken Sam with him. A quick shift of his hold on Dean and a hand flung out had saved them. From falling at least. Not from the mess that was Dean's chest.

Sam looked back into the room and saw Dean sleeping fitfully in the far bed. The prints his memory sees are more lurid than the one on the wall. Little splashes of color on Dean's too pale face from Sam slapping him conscious. Splatters on his arms and shoulders as Sam struggled to lift Dean to his feet to get to the car.

There are blood smears on the upholstery of the Impala. Dean will bitch that Sam did not clean it up before it set in. Dean will bitch because he can, because he is alive and that is good enough.

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Bones, Hodgins/Vincent, not allowed to be in the same room without adult supervision

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Bones, Hodgins/Vincent, font of useless information