Monday always gives us Mixed Signals

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is especially relevant for a Monday, because it's about Mixed Signals. Monday is the start of the week for many of us, with promises of a new and challenging bit ahead of us - which we usually come at with no small amount of trepidation.

So today let's talk about Mixed Signals. Perhaps Fraser leans into Ray and says something that Ray takes as suggestive, but when he goes to follow through, Fraser pulls back and asks him what he's doing. Or maybe H.G. asks Myka about going out when Pete's around; Myka assumes it's with Pete, but it's really H.G.'s way of asking Myka out. Or maybe it's literally a signal, like John Sheppard's IDC coming through to Atlantis, but Rodney McKay walks through the Stargate. Whatever it is about signals, let's go get them mixed up!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Fraser says something that Ray thinks is suggestive, but when Ray tries to follow through, Fraser stops him.
+ Warehouse 13, H.G. Wells/Myka Bering, H.G. asks for help/hints about a date when Pete is around, but it's really Myka that she wants to date.
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John Sheppard's IDC comes through the Stargate from offworld, but it's Rodney McKay that walks through it.

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[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Fraser says something that Ray thinks is suggestive, but when Ray tries to follow through, Fraser stops him.

[squidgiepdx]

Warehouse 13, H.G. Wells/Myka Bering, H.G. asks for help/hints about a date when Pete is around, but it's really Myka that she wants to date.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John Sheppard's IDC comes through the Stargate from offworld, but it's Rodney McKay that walks through it.

Fill: universes collide

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Unscheduled off-world activation,” Chuck said.

Elizabeth lifted her head from the Ancient text she was studying.

“Major Sheppard’s IDC,” Chuck continued.

Elizabeth nodded. “Open the iris.”

Chuck obeyed, and the iris disengaged.

“Hang on now,” John said, and Elizabeth spun around.

“Major Sheppard! What are you doing here?”

John gestured to the sling his arm was in. Elizabeth stared.

“Ma’am?” Chuck asked. “Who’s using his IDC?”

They all stared as Rodney McKay came strolling through the gate. A Rodney McKay who was wearing the black-and-grey uniform of a soldier, wearing a tac vest and carrying a P-90, and was followed by...Teyla, Lieutenant Vega, and...Jeannie Miller, who was wearing the blue-and-grey uniform of a scientist.

“--For the last time, Meredith,” Jeannie was saying. “Your dumb act is getting really old.”

Rodney raised a hand and waved to Elizabeth.

“Dr. Weir,” he said, “we’re back safe and sound, but whatever Ancient tech was on that planet is either long gone or long-defunct. Jeannie didn’t get any readings.”

“Rodney,” Elizabeth said, “why are you using John’s IDC? And what is your sister doing here?”

Rodney, starting to unclip his P-90, paused. “Ma’am? Dr. McKay has been a member of my gate team since day one. And I used my IDC. I’m the military commander of Atlantis. Why would John Sheppard, who’s the CSO, have the same IDC as me?” He smiled up at John fondly, which made Elizabeth blink.

Jeannie cleared her throat. “Meredith, take a good look at John.”

“I know what he looks like,” Rodney said.

“He’s wearing a military uniform,” Jeannie said.

“That’s because I am the military commander of Atlantis,” John said. “Major John Sheppard, United States Air Force. Pleased to meet you…?”

“Major Rodney McKay, Royal Canadian Air Force,” Rodney said. He rounded on Jeannie. “Are you sure you dialed the gate right?”

“This is Atlantis, isn’t it?”

“The wrong Atlantis!”

“Sir,” Vega said, and that was just uncanny, “what should we do?”

“More importantly,” John said, “where’s our Rodney and Teyla and Ronon?”

“Did you experience any energy fluctuations or malfunctions or anything else unusual while you dialed or when the wormhole stabilized?” Chuck asked.

Jeannie shook her head. “The planet was basically empty. It was a routine recon.”

John said, “We should send Lorne and Zelenka through to the planet to check the DHD and see what they can figure out.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Chuck, you and Amelia run gate diagnostics. Hopefully we can figure this out.”

“I can help,” Jeannie said. “Mer could, too, if he’d stop playing dumb.” She actually punched him in the shoulder.

Rodney rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh of longsuffering. “Yes, we can try to help.”

“I’m sure you understand, but we need you checked out by Dr. Beckett before anything else,” Elizabeth said.

Rodney nodded. “Of course. Make sure we’re not replicators or anything else unpleasant.”

John radioed for a security team, who relieved Rodney and his team of their weapons.

“I’ll escort them to Beckett,” John said.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said. John trotted down the stairs to the gate room, looking Rodney up and down, amused by the notion of Rodney as a soldier.

“So,” John said, “I’m CSO in your universe, am I?”

“You’re brilliant no matter what universe you’re in,” Rodney said, and leaned in, kissed John on the mouth.

Everybody froze.

Jeannie cleared her throat. “Mer. Not our universe. American military. DADT.”

Rodney stepped back very carefully, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “Right. Sorry. It’s sort of - reflexive at this point.”

John was blushing bright red. Elizabeth had never seen him blush before.

“Right. Let’s remember that not all is the same between our universes and keep our hands and mouths to ourselves from here on out, all right?”

“Right,” Rodney said, smiling tightly. “Lead on, Major.”

“After you, Major.”

Elizabeth noticed the way John’s gaze fixed speculatively on Rodney as the marines escorted them out of Ops, and she wondered if their universes weren’t so different after all.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Steve has never been good around women so he inadvertently keeps sending Darcy mixed signals, at least until an unlikely source clears things up

Not a fill

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I feel like the unexpected person should be peggy. Don't know if I'm going to fill... But we'll see.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Scorpion, Walter O'Brien/Paige Dineen, their entire relationship has been a series of mixed signals, so should his proposal be any different

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any paring, what he/she thought was the beginning of a breakup talk turns out to be a proposal

Fill: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Author's note: actually not a proposal but I hope a declaration of love counts, too

Casey's heart was up to his mouth. He barely dared to look at Zeke, much too afraid that he would be able to read the panic in his eyes.

Weill, actually he had always known that this day would come. They had had some great months together; secretly, of course, and Zeke had never made any promises. But together with him all of Casey's dreams had come true and he had enjoyed every moment. Rainy afternoons in Zeke's garage, with cheesy movies and pizza from Joey's, the trips with the GTO at the weekends.

And ... mindblowing sex. How long he had felt like the only gay guy of Herrington until Zeke had turned his world around. Hard to believe that it hadn't been just a dream. Zeke was a wonderful teacher; experienced but surprisingly patient and careful. He had never forced him to anything; he had never laughed at him, he had just taken him into his arms and kissed away all his concerns.

Casey fought back his tears and finally looked up. The glance in Zeke's hazelnut brown eyes was unusually serious.
"It was high time to make a decision," he said.

"I think you are right!"
He could hardly believe that his voice didn't tremble. No drama. No drama! Not here and now.
"It doesn't make sense. You in Ohio and I in Boston."

"So you don't mind?"

Casey blinked.
"No, of course not! It will be better for both of us to move on."

It did hurt to see Zeke relaxing visibly. For a second Casey wondered how long he already had known that this would be the end. Next moment he felt Zeke's arms around him, soft lips touched his.
"I love you."

What? Casey froze in every movement, then he pushed Zeke away with all his remaining strength.
"Don't say that," he hissed, barely able to hold back the tears for longer.
"Fuck you, Zeke, you can't do that!"

He stormed out of the garage, but Zeke stopped him before he reached the carport where the GTO was parking.
"Case. Casey. Wait. What's wrong? What did I do wrong?"
The panic in his voice was hard to ignore.

Casey stared at him with narrowed eyes and gasped for air.
"Please, Zeke, let this come to an end. You say you want to break off. Okay, I can accept that. But you need to hurt me even more. Don't say things you don't mean."

"Oh shit!"
Zeke paled visibly and closed his eyes.
"Case, I'm sorry, okay. You know, I'm not good with words," he stammered.
"Yes, I want to break up. With everything around here. I'm so tired of living alone in this much too big house. Of pretending to be someone I'm not. Of meeting you secretly.

I want to leave all this behind. Start a new life. In Boston. A life together with you. Because you're the only one who has ever meant anything to me."

Woah. This was an even bigger shock as the moment he had thought Zeke would dump him. Casey's thoughts were racing; he felt unable to transform his feelings into coherent words.

"Case?"
Zeke's whisper finally brought him back into reality.
"Everything okay between us?"

He threw his arms around Zeke, not caring about curious looks from neighbors or passers-by.
"I'm afraid, it will get pretty cramped in my small apartment," he murmured and kissed him.
"Love you, too!"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney meets John at the appointed place, but when he sees the set-up for a romantic date he doesn't think it's for him

[aivix.livejournal.com]

...you've poked the Royalty!AU muses. Fill to come later.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Did s/he just say what I think s/he just said?

FILL: Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani, The Ones Where Rachel Is Startled by Joey's Words 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(Note: the first two scenes are canon. The third is a wish fulfillment scene that could have happened if they never broke up in season 10).

Joey tells Rachel, "I think I'm falling in love with you," and her brain kind of freezes. Is she hallucinating or something?

"What?" she asks. She needs to clarify that he actually said those words.

"I'm falling in love with you," Joey says, sounding just as soft as when he said it the first time and just a bit more certain. His lips purse in a sweet, adoring expression when he gazes into her eyes.

There's no way he's looking at her like that. Rachel glances behind her, but she just sees strangers eating their dinner. "Who you talkin' to, Joe?" And then she realizes, maybe it's some kind of strange joke! He probably just wanted to see her reaction. Wow, he's an incredible actor! Rachel laughs. "Oh you're kidding! It's a joke!" She's starting to feel desperate for that to be the truth. "Oh, it's funny! It's funny! I don't get it."

Joey doesn't have to tell her it's not a joke. The heartbroken expression on his face when he glances down and shakes his head says enough.

"Oh," Rachel says quietly. She finally understands, but her new comprehension that Joey is sincerely in love with her only leaves her more astonished and more than a bit anxious. Yet it's nothing compared to how Joey must feel.

---

A year later, she's at a soap opera party on the roof of her building, and Joey is sorting through the phone numbers written on napkins that were given to her by men at the party interested in her. After rejecting the "guy who wears a rug," the Canadian, and the guy who's in a cult, Joey says "pass" to the rest of her large collection.

"Why, why, what's wrong with these guys?" Rachel asks.

"Well, nothing major, it's just that, you know, they're not really good enough for you, and you deserve the best."

Joey really needs to stop saying things like that if Rachel is ever going to get over her burgeoning crush on him. "Joey, you're so sweet."

"It's true. But you know what, it doesn't matter because I already know who you're gonna go home with tonight."

"Who?" Rachel leans in closer to him, wondering what Joey knows that she doesn't. Joey gestures her forward, and Rachel moves in even further. She's almost close enough to kiss him now, and she can't help smiling at the idea.

"Me."

Her mouth opens slightly in surprise. This was everything she had been hoping for since that dream a week ago, but she thought Joey might have gotten over her. It has been a year, after all. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, because we live together, it's a joke!"

Rachel attempts to hide her disappointment with high-pitched, breathy laughter. She high fives him, pretending to be just as amused as he is until he walks away. Once he does, Rachel allows a pained expression to cross her face and tips back her champagne glass to drink it. She's not going to be able to get through this party sober.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, they put an address in the DHD, but that's not where they ended up

Fill: SGA + Harry Potter

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You know what I’m looking forward to?” Rodney asked.

“What?” John scanned the horizon, P-90 at the ready. Even though their first contact with the natives had gone well, a soldier could never be too careful. The natives reported that they hadn’t been culled by the Wraith in a long time. Given how small their population was, that was understandable. Even if they were technologically primitive, their planet could be useful as an evacuation site in case of an emergency.

“Brownies,” Rodney said. “It’s brownie day in the mess hall. Daedalus came by with real cocoa powder. I heard Lorne talking about it.” He smiled dreamily. “Lorne’s such an amazing baker. He’s going to make a real great wife for someone one day.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” John said. “Lorne is also the champion of the SGC USAF annual boxing tournament four years running.”

Ronon raised his eyebrows. “Really? Whenever I spar with him -”


“You’d probably kick Bruce Lee’s ass,” John said.

Ronon looked confused.

“Never mind.” John checked their surroundings once more, then he, Ronon, and Teyla fell into formation to guard Rodney while he dialed Atlantis.

The gate fired up, no problems, and Rodney sent his IDC through. Since no one was chasing them, they waited three seconds for the gate shield to come down, and then they stepped through.

...And into some kind of medieval prom that was definitely not the Atlantis gate room.

The music came to a screeching halt, and all of the kids - some as young as fourteen, the oldest maybe nineteen - turned to stare at them.

“Rodney,” John said out of the corner of his mouth, feigning a smile, “what did you do?”

“I dialed Atlantis,” Rodney hissed back.

A tall man dressed like, no kidding, Merlin the wizard, complete with bright purple robes and a long white beard full of bells, stepped toward them.

“Hello, travelers,” he said.

“Hi.” John raised one hand in greeting. “I’m Major John Sheppard. This is Dr. Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, and Ronon Dex. We’re peaceful explorers from the City of Atlantis.”

“Atlantis,” the old man said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “I haven’t heard that name in a long time. I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Welcome to the Yule Ball.”

“I think we might have hit a wrong button and ended up...here, instead of Atlantis,” John said. “So if we could just have access to your DHD, we’ll let you get back to your party and be on our way.”

“DHD?” Dumbledore inquired.

Rodney shaped a mushroom-like device with his hands in the air. “About yea high. Covered with the same symbols as on the gate behind us.”

“Gate?” Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

“Ring of the Ancestors,” Teyla suggested.

“Some mirrors are gates,” Dumbledore said, “but I am unfamiliar with this Ring of the Ancestors.”

John spun around. Behind them was a massive stone wall, rising to a gothic arch, decorated with silvery icicles and shining snowflakes, and also a full-length mirror with a fancy wrought-brass frame. It looked like something antique from Earth, but not Ancient.

Rodney made a low sound of distress. “But it’s brownie day!”

“We do have brownies,” Dumbledore said. “Please, I am much intrigued by news of Atlantis. Let us speak, and perhaps I can help you find your way home.”

And that was how they found themselves in a dungeon, surrounded by house elves who were plying Rodney with brownies while he argued with a black-haired, hook-nosed man named Severus Snape over teleportation, portkeys, and other traveling magic, and John was thinking things on for Dumbledore over and over and over again.

“These are pretty good brownies,” Ronon said, taking another one from a tiny elf. “Thanks,” he said, and the thing promptly burst into tears.

Teyla shot him a look and tried to console it, and it cried more.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy, trying to figure out if they're just friends or something more

Fill - Star Trek AOS [R] - Part 1

[morethanmending.livejournal.com]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy
Fic Contains: schmoop, sexual situations

Summary: Academy Era. Jim and Leonard's relationship takes an unexpected turn and Jim is left wondering what it means.

---

Jim lay on his back, skin tacky and muscles sore. The air conditioner was on and the cool current rose gooseflesh across his naked limbs. One leg was propped up, foot flat on the mattress. The other lay cocked at an angle, trapped beneath Leonard's thigh.

Jim grinned at the ceiling, lips still bruised and buzzing. He could barely recall how they'd managed to get here, clothing scattered across the room, bodily fluids in places he didn't want to think about just yet. Maybe he'd known in the quad, crossing the long stretch of grass, shoulders and fingers bumping with every other step. Or maybe it wasn't until they were back in their room and their eyes met across the distance and Jim smiled and something… something passed between them because then Leonard was dropping his bag and Jim was reaching for his shirt and -

Or maybe it was on that first shuttle ride, or their first shared meal in the mess, or their first class together with Jim half asleep in his seat and Leonard frantically scribbling notes into his PADD. Maybe they were always leading up to this. He couldn't remember now.

Didn't seem terribly important, now.

They were good together, he and Leonard. Couldn't deny that. He knew they would be, too, in the few scant moments when he allowed himself to imagine, to ponder the what ifs of their friendship. He knew if they ever crossed that line it would be all fireworks and explosions and a chorus of angels singing halleluiah to the high heavens above. He snorted quietly to himself, grin turning fond with the memory. Yeah, there'd definitely been someone singing his praises alright.

And maybe, if he was totally honest with himself, he was doing a little praise-singing of his own.

Or maybe more than a little.

He turned his head, nose brushing through dark brown hair. It stood in wild tufts from where his fingers had pulled and pet, soothed and directed.

Yeah. They were good together.

"Wha?" Leonard mumbled, face mashed into Jim's shoulder.

Jim blinked. He hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. "You awake?" he asked.

Leonard stretched, muscles pulling taut before relaxing, body limp where it was pressed to Jim's. An arm snaked across Jim's chest, thumb brushing Jim's nipple and he twitched, still sensitive. "No."

"Good," Jim murmured, lips bumping Leonard's forehead as Leonard shifted his position, hitching his leg higher on Jim's waist. Fingers curled around the back of Jim's neck. "I still have plans for you. Need you well rested."

Leonard huffed, a puff of damp air gusting over Jim's skin. "Ain't as young as I look."

Jim smirked, gaze drifting down the long line of Leonard's body to his muscled back and lower, ass still marked with scratches and love bites. "Looking pretty good from where I'm laying."

Leonard chuckled, a dark, rich sound, and Jim shivered, dick twitching hopefully between his legs. He sighed when Leonard pressed a kiss to his shoulder, another to the hollow at the base of his neck. A tongue traced a delicate line along the column of his throat, over the point of his chin, teeth scraping at his stubble. Leonard pulled himself closer, skin tugging where their sweat had dried between them. He shifted until he was on his elbows and his arms were bracketing Jim's head, palms warm against Jim's cheeks. Leonard stared down at Jim, eyes lost in the shadows, and Jim's breath stuttered to a halt in his lungs.

(continued below)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, “I’m never sure if you want to kiss me or kill me.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (Comics), Jason Todd/Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson, Ok, ok, you don’t / think ‘threepover’ / is funny. / But I still want to / sleep with you both. / How do we make this right?

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne, (640): We're going to ride the bus of mixed signals all the way to unrequited love town and that's where I'm going to live my life and then die.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Q/Jean-Luc Picard, “so. Are you flirting with me, or do you actually want us all to get killed by the Borg?”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Londo Mollari/G’Kar, “It’d be much easier to believe you hated me if you didn’t keep turning up in my bed.”

[squidgiepdx]

Donald Strachey Mysteries (movie 'verse preferred), Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, Donald has been so busy as of late so Timothy becomes a mysterious new client just to have an evening together.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney finds out John wants him off their team - but it's not because he doesn't want him there, but rather because they're dating now.

Fill 1/2: Fraternization

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Rodney stormed into John’s office, wishing for a door he could slam against the wall. Still, the look on his face was enough to send Lorne running for the hills. John just leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised.

“Did we have a meeting scheduled?” he asked.

“You’re an asshole!” Rodney countered. His crossed his arms over his chest, his body a quivering mess of anger and hurt, with a dash of humiliation thrown in for good measure. “I’m good enough for your bed, but not your team? That’s bullshit, and you know it!”

John sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Listen, Rodney –”

“No, you listen!” Rodney jabbed a finger at John. “I’ve more than proven myself offworld. I’ve passed all my weapons qualifications. And I’ve saved your skinny ass more than once. You could’ve at least have had the courtesy to talk to me about this, instead of going right to Elizabeth. Like last night, maybe, when I was fucking you through the mattress.”

John flushed, the bland look finally dropping off of his face. “McKay.”

Rodney was more than familiar with that tone, and he bristled to hear it now. He didn’t need to be handled, like some kind of recalcitrant child. He was the goddamn CSO, and if John didn’t want him on the team he could go fuck himself.

“You want to get rid of me? Fine.” He turned on his heel, ready to storm out, but of course the door wouldn’t open for him no matter how hard he thought at it. He was mortified to feel the prickling burn of tears in his eyes and blinked rapidly to get rid of them. What was he, a teenage girl?

“Rodney,” John said. He put his hand on Rodney’s shoulder and tugged at him until he turned around. “I don’t want to get rid of you, okay? It’s not like that at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“There’re rules against fraternization.” John maintained eye contact, his face softening with something that might have been affection. “Now that we’re…you know…we can’t be on the same team.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Rodney pulled away, and started pacing as best he could in the small confines of the closet John used as an office. “Since when do you care about Earth rules? Or any rules, come to that? You’re practically the poster boy for insubordination.”

“It’s not about the rules,” John protested, and Rodney could see he was getting frustrated.

“Then what? If you’re getting sick of me, just say –”

John shut Rodney up the most expedient way: he kissed him. A little too much with the teeth, but Rodney wasn’t stupid. He got the point. Normally he’d have taken his time, done a proper job of kissing John and reducing him to those little whining noises he made that Rodney loved so much, but he still wasn’t sure what was going on.

“I know it’s not easy for you, but you need to use your words.” Rodney pulled back, but just enough so he could see John’s face. He kept his hands on John, one resting on his hip and the other stroking up and down his back. “Just tell me what’s going on in that spiky haired head of yours.”

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, Nick is acting distant, but Monroe can smell the pheromones leeching off of him.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any X-men, any, living in a world where mutants are hated and feared but other superheroes are celebrated

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. A covered-up neck is sexually suggestive to a vampire.

(Idea from the Hellows'verse, by Kim Harrison)

[mancalledtrue.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Are you flirting with me or trying to kill me?" "Your choice."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse. any. The Watchers Council says they will help the Slayer, and then places her through a Cruciamentum.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

DCU. any. Five things you should not use the Bat-signal for.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Only humans show affection by showing their teeth at each other.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, EDI(/Joker) + female Shepard, Shepard isn't sure EDI should be asking her for relationship advice