Jeudi: Sayings

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Hi there! I’m dreammaidenn and this week is almost over, so today's theme is Sayings. Prompts can be any sayings, adages, proverbs, aphorisms or popular phrases you like the most. If you're looking for inspiration. Have fun!😄

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus + Murphy MacManus, Blood is thicker than water.
+ MCU, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanoff, letting their hair down
+ Merlin, Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, Good things come to those who wait

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[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus + Murphy MacManus, Blood is thicker than water.

Fill: Boondock Saints - Connor MacManus + Murphy MacManus - Blood is what matters

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

There's an old expression, blood is thicker than water, that people say all the time. They don't really know what it means or what it is to live it. Fighting for blood, for your family and your mates isn't the same as eatin' Aunt Millie's fuckin' shitty cookin' so you don't hurt her feelings.

That's easy. You just choke it down or lie. We all do that shit.

Fighting for blood, protecting blood, is taking on evil even if you know it might kill you. It's working 10 -12 hours a day, 6 days a week and half a day on Sunday to feed the people who depend on you. That ain't easy. It ain't comfortable.

It's doing what's right.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanoff, letting their hair down

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Merlin, Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, Good things come to those who wait

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The grass is greener on the other side.

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DCU, Any, Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, Home is where the heart is.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Curiosity Killed The Cat.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Drive Me Nuts

Fill. Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

She didn't know exactly what she'd been thinking when she'd taken both of them into her life: it was either a moment of madness or a moment of brilliance.

Right now, it felt like it was more the former.

“You are driving me nuts, do you two realize that?”

Draco looked perplexed and, as he did any time a muggle term was used by Hermione, waited for Harry to explain it. (To be fair, he did the same with her when Harry used them—they'd broken him from thinking all the different words dirty, at least.

Although, she could agree that cockamamie did sound a bit like something naughty.)

“We're making her feel batty.”

“I see. We'll clean up once we're done?”

She made a throaty little noise.

Harry's eyes were wide and he was quick to assure her, “We will make sure every scrap is scrubbed and you won't even be able to tell we ever splashed it on the wall.”

“You splashed on the wall?!”

“Of course not!” Draco practically shouted, his body between the cauldron and the damaged kitchen wallpaper.

Smothering them in their sleep was seeming a better and better option, but a wail from the floor above had her attention redirecting, and as she left the room and her boys behind, she grumbled, “Driving. Me. Nuts.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Elvis Has Left The Building

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, Fool's Gold.

fill: Scream 1996

[tigriswolf]

All the little moments where it felt wrong, the shiver down her spine, the weight on her shoulder, the whisper of caution, of doubt - washed away in a splash of red and she runs, she hides, she gets out and then has to go back in (Tatum's dead, the cameraman is dead, Gale fucking Weathers is dead, Dewey is dead, Billy--) Billy is falling down the stairs, blissfully alive--

But it's not a blessing.

All the moments of warning that she ignored, all the times she thought what? because he was just slightly off, this charming, gorgeous guy--everything comes crashing down as he licks the red off his finger, smirking at her, and she wants to scream, to scratch his face off, to stab until no more blood comes out but she knows she can't, she has to get away, get help, get a moment to breathe.

She turns and runs right into Stu, Stu who has always been solid and real, uncomplicated and kind, and she collapses against him because everything comes tumbling down.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back

Fill: McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

After indeed having a rib broken by the natives on planet Hates Lanteans #329, John took a good long while to recover. He took an even longer time to make good on his promise to show Rodney his tattoo. In fact, Rodney had just about given up on seeing it, assumed the brief kiss they'd shared and the promise of seeing it were made in the heat of pain-induced delirium, so he was left on his own, his curiosity burning, wondering about John's tattoo. Because he had seen John practically naked, due to the lack of privacy that occurred on some planets, or when they were in the communal shower rooms so as to avoid tracking off-planet nastiness back to their private quarters, but he'd been ever mindful of DADT and so careful not to actually take a look that he'd never seen, well, all of John.

And based on Rodney's fierce combing of his memory and recollections of his encounters with John, he was pretty sure John's tattoo had to be somewhere in the region Rodney had never dared to look.

Finally, a week after Keller had declared John properly recovered, Rodney went to confront him, because he was acting all weird and couldn't help it any longer, but John showed up at his door with a couple of beers and the Iron Man DVD that had been making its rounds on the base.

"How about it? High-flying action and dubious science? Perfect movie for both of us."

"Sure," Rodney said, deflating, and let John into his quarters.

It started off innocuously enough, talking about science, and the Middle East, and the conflict there, making comments about money and weapons and the American industrial-military complex, but then Rodney noticed. The way John nudged him before making a comment. The way John didn't move away after a nudge. The way John was sliding closer and closer. The way he became loose-limbed and pliant the further he got into his bottle of beer.

Rodney opened his mouth to call John on it, and John kissed him.

Kissing progressed rapidly to touching to shedding clothes to both of them scrambling onto Rodney's narrow bed and then John paused them mid-kiss, caught Rodney's hand, and placed Rodney's hand on his left hip.

"There," he said. "My tattoo."

Rodney drew his hand back and saw - a splash of color. Like the clearest blue sky, dotted with clouds. It looked like watercolor, the colors were so airy and delicate. Woven into the colors were lines, black and solid and -

"The golden ratio. Really?"

"As you once pointed out, I did get my masters in math," John said.

"It's beautiful."

John smiled at him. "I always keep my promises."

"Took you long enough."

"Wanted to make sure I was healed up enough."

"For what?"

"Curiosity satisfied?" John asked.

Rodney nodded.

"For this." John rolled his hips, and suddenly he was on top.

For a second Rodney was going to protest, and then he realized. John was going to bottom from the top.

What followed was mind-blowing, and Rodney came so hard he blacked out for a second. John kissed him awake, then curled beside him, smiling at him, and this was a smile no one else ever saw, small and soft and fond. Rodney curled a hand over the ink at John’s hip, tracing the lines of the golden spiral.

“So,” John said, “want to see Lorne’s tattoo?”

As it turned out, if Rodney wanted to see Lorne’s tattoo, all he had to do was ask.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Anything that can go wrong will go wrong

Fill 1/3: Charlie lives AU ;)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Charlie stared at the flat tire and felt all the energy drain out of him. Dad was going to kill him. Being late for his promotion ceremony? Not acceptable. Especially since Charlie had opted against going to the Academy for college.

Charlie shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed aside his tie, popped the trunk, and started digging around for the jack, tire iron, and spare tire. No son of Jack and Sara O’Neill was incapable of changing a tire. He grimaced down at the asphalt, eased himself to his knees, and slid the jack into place.

“Hey, you need some help?”

Charlie lifted his head. There was a boy, maybe fifteen, ambling along the side of the road, hands in his pockets, a satchel at his hip. Something about him was familiar.

“Please?” Charlie said, pathetically relieved. He was taller than the kid, probably stronger. “I know how to change a tire, but I’m supposed to be at my dad’s promotion ceremony, and if I’m late it’ll be bad enough, but showing up dirty will be even worse.”

“Promotion?” the boy asked. He shrugged off his satchel and set it down in the grass just off the shoulder and knelt down, took over cranking the jack.

“Yeah. To brigadier general. He’s in the Air Force,” Charlie said.

“That’s nice.” For a skinny kid, the boy was strong enough, got the car raised easily. He set to the lug nuts without question, scooped up the tire iron and had at it. “What about you? Not gonna be a flyboy like the old man?”

“I got a baseball scholarship. I like playing baseball. I don’t think I want to be a soldier. I mean, my dad loves his work, is super proud of it - whatever it is, crazy top-secret.” Charlie leaned against the car, hands in his pockets. He accepted the lug nuts when the boy held them out one by one. “My mom pretends she believes it’s deep space telemetry, but Dad keeps getting commendations and stuff, the kind that come from combat, and apparently one time I passed some test that would make me an ideal candidate for the program he’s in, but - I’m not him. I want to be me. I could’ve made it into the Academy, but -” He sighed, shook his head. “Sorry. Don’t mean to word-vomit all over you. Mom says I get it from my Uncle Daniel. He’s a translator. Talks a lot, even when he’s not translating.”

The boy got the spare tire on with little fuss, waved away Charlie’s help when he offered, citing avoiding damage to Charlie’s already mussed suit. “You ever talked to your dad about how you feel?”

“No. I just - didn’t apply for the Academy. And now things are tense, and Mom insisted I not be late for Dad’s ceremony, and -”

“And everything that can go wrong, will go wrong,” the boy said wryly.

Charlie huffed. “Yeah. My dad says that all the time. Usually about his work, but - what’s your name?”

“JD.”

“I’m Charlie.”

They went to shake hands, paused over how dirty JD’s hands were, and JD waved it off. He hoisted the flat tire into the trunk and arranged the jack and tire iron with calm competence.

“Well, Charlie, looks like you’re all set. You should be able to make it to the old man’s ceremony in plenty of time if you’re a bit of a lead foot.” JD smiled, and wow, his smile looked just like Dad’s.

“Thanks,” Charlie said. “I really appreciate it.”

“For the record,” JD said, “I doubt your old man is as disappointed as you think. I mean, yeah, every guy wants his son to be a junior version of him, but when it comes to war, to combat - no guy wants that for his kid. Maybe just - get your pilot’s license, or something. Give you two something to talk about, besides baseball.”

“You think so?” Charlie was planning on going to college on a baseball scholarship, but because his mom was a nurse, he’d always secretly dreamed of being a doctor. He was pretty sure he could do it, too.

“Yeah. My old man served, and when I said I wanted to do it, he tried to talk me out of it.”

Charlie eyed JD as he redid his tie. “Did you serve?”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes(+/Sam Wilson), Cold hands warm heart

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it

Mini-fill: Stargate Atlantis, implied off-screen slash

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Why do you have cable needles?" Radek poked through the box labeled 'misc. tools #27'.

Evan shrugged. "The expedition sent lots of supplies for things like fishing and carpentry and making clothes. In the off-chance that we got stranded. So we could keep ourselves in necessary supplies."

"But cable needles?"

"Why shouldn't a scarf or a sweater or a hat be decorative as well as functional?"

That was the artist in Evan speaking, Radek supposed.

Evan kept poking through 'misc. tools #16'. "How do you even know what cable needles are?"

"My mother knitted. How do you know what they are?"

"Colonel Mitchell knits," Evan said.

Radek thought of those black knitted fingerless gloves Evan wore, with the little cables on the back, and he thought of how Evan was polite and friendly with and completely unmoved by any number of beautiful and blatantly flirtatious alien women they met, and nodded.

He closed box #27 and opened #28.

"Cricut dies? Really?"

"Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it," Evan said serenely.

Radek really, really wished he hadn't opened #29. It was full of fuzzy handcuffs, silk rope, and other things he didn't want to look closely at. The way Evan smiled fondly at the box told Radek that maybe he should go back to the lab and wait for Evan to bring him the miniature lathe he needed for his latest engineering project and that he should have followed Miko's advice in the first place and never, ever agreed to help Evan look for special tools.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, There's no remedy for sex but more sex

FILL: Steve/Danny, Porn Without Plot, Marathon Sex Pt 1/2

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Steve blinks open his eyes when he felts a light tickling sensation over his abs. He glances down at a head of unusually disheveled blond hair.

Right, Danny. They had actually told each other how they truly felt yesterday, and then they had ended up in Steve's bed together last night. The need they had for each other had been explosive and unlike anything Steve had ever experienced before. Apparently, seven years of ridiculous pining will do that. The first time they hadn't even made it to Steve's bedroom. The few times after that they did.

Danny's teeth scrape over a particularly ticklish spot, and Steve lets a loud laugh escape.

Danny smiles up at him. "Ah, good you're awake."

Steve wonders why Danny isn't taking the opportunity to tease him about being ticklish, but then he slithers up and over Steve's body with a lascivious smirk that Steve recognizes from the previous night.

Steve grins. "Good morning."

"Morning to you, too."

Danny leans down to kiss Steve, and Steve opens his mouth to let Danny's tongue enter, lifting an arm to hold Danny as they kiss. He gasps when he feels Danny's erection pressing against his hip. He throws his head back against the pillow, breaking the kiss, when Danny grabs his cock in a firm grip.

It doesn't take long for Danny to reduce Steve to a squirming mess beneath him. After last night, Danny knows Steve's body inside and out and knows precisely how to get the reaction he wants. Evidently, he wants Steve to be just as hard as he is, which is something he accomplishes easily.

Steve manages to speak through his breathless panting. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

Danny shifts downward a little to nip at Steve's neck. "You hardly seem to mind, babe." He squeezes Steve's cock for emphasis, which makes Steve's eyes roll back in his head.

"I wasn't, uh, complaining. Just observing." It's not like Steve isn't the same way, after all.

Danny grins brightly and removes his hand from Steve's dick. He leans over to where Steve to open the nightstand where Steve told him he kept his condoms last night and makes an unhappy noise.

Steve frowns. Danny shouldn't be making displeased noises when they're about to have sex. "What is it?"

Danny pulls out the half empty bottle of lube and casts a disappointed glance at the drawer before he looks at Steve. "Apparently, we're all out of condoms."

Steve chuckles. "Seriously?" He knew he had plenty before last night, but that was before he was with Danny. Since then, they've been fucking like bunnies.

"Serious as a heart attack, babe." Danny sighs and returns to his position on top of Steve. "What do you want to do?"

Steve shrugs. "At least we still have lube. You could just fuck me without a condom."

Danny gulps visibly and licks his lips. "Yeah, we could, uh, definitely do that."

Steve pulls Danny down into a fierce kiss. When they break the kiss, Steve smirks. "Come on, Danno. I want you inside me."

Steve spots Danny blushing before he hides his face behind his hand. "Jesus Christ, Steve. You can't just say things like that."

Steve laughs again, but it quickly turns into a breathless moan when Danny begins kissing and biting frantically down Steve's torso. Steve spreads his legs eagerly once Danny is licking just below his navel.

Danny positions himself between Steve's legs. "You're so sexy like this. When you let yourself lose a little bit of that rigid control of yours." Steve hears the click of a bottle opening. Danny massages Steve's hip with one hand as a lubed finger ghosts over Steve's entrance.

"Only you," Steve answers. He couldn't imagine being this vulnerable and exposed with anyone else, but he trusts Danny and loves him more than life itself.

Danny smiles at Steve tenderly before he inserts his finger. Steve pushes back against it, and after a few probing thrusts, Danny continues with two fingers. He angles them just so they brush perfectly against Steve's prostate, and Steve fists his hands in the bedsheets.

"Fuck, Danny."

Danny grins. "That's kind of the idea, babe."

Steve groans half at Danny's terrible attempt at humor and half at the fact that Danny has pressed a third finger inside him. He rocks up into the sensation of Danny pressing against his prostate.

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Any, Any, "Take Your Broken Heart and Make it into Art"

FILL: Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani, Set during 9.19 (TOW Rachel's Dream) Pt 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(A/N: All dialogue is from canon. I added in what I believe Joey was thinking and feeling during the scene.)

Joey wishes he had never fallen in love with Rachel. He wishes he could manage to get over her. After she rejected him, Joey did his best to move past it and dated other women. He has genuinely liked some women, like the hot nanny, Molly, who Ross and Rachel hired to take care of Emma. But he hasn't met anyone he can be serious about yet. He hopes that can change for him soon.

Lately, he's been thrilled to live with Rachel again. He missed her when she was gone, and once she had moved in with Ross, Joey expected them to get back together and start being a family with Emma. Joey doesn't understand exactly why that hasn't happened yet, but he's prepared for it to happen any day now. All of their friends think they're destined to end up together. In Phoebe's words, they're lobsters, and lobsters mate for life.

That's why he told Ross that he was over Rachel once Rachel moved back in with him. He wants to get over Rachel, to fall in love with someone who isn't tied forever to one of his other best friends, to fall in love with someone who can love him back.

Rachel has been so helpful about his scenes with Olivia lately, and she walks over to the recliner and asks him how it's going with Drake.

"I don't think it's going very well," he admits.

"What! That scene I saw was so good!" Rachel sounds dismayed that Joey feels bad about himself.

"Well, I'm feeling really insecure about the one we're shooting tomorrow." Joey moves from behind the counter to sit in front of Rachel so that it's easier to talk to her.

Rachel's voice lowers to a skeptical tone. "Joey, is this that thing that you do when you say you're bad so I'll give you a compliment?"

He's done that more than a few times with all of his friends. "A little," he replies. "Yeah no, I really am worried, you know, I mean I have to make it convincing that I'm in love with Olivia." These scenes are requiring Joey to be better at acting than he's ever been before.

"So?"

"So...I've never played that." This is entirely new territory for him as an actor.

"Oh, honey, it can't be that hard, I mean, you've been in love before."

Rachel's comment doesn't reassure him the way she intended. I'm in love with you right now. Joey glances away. "Uh, well, just once. With you." He's more insecure about this than he could ever be about his acting ability.

Rachel takes a few seconds to process what Joey said before she nods decisively. "Okay, well, this could be a little awkward, I'm just going to blow right past it." See, this is why Joey loves her. She has never made him feel bad about his unrequited feelings even though he knows they must be uncomfortable for her. She crosses her legs. "Well can't you just use that method actor thing where you use your real life memories to help you in your performance?"

Joey is confused by what Rachel said. It sounds like college talk again. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Rachel glances off to the side and shakes her head. She seems slightly annoyed with him, but she clarifies. "Alright, alright look, just uh... just try to remember how you felt when you were in love, and think about that when you're playing the scene."

Rachel is so smart. "Oh! Okay, yeah I think I could do that!" Joey stands up, feeling more confident and not just about his acting. For once, his feelings for Rachel could actually be a good thing instead of a curse.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Stay Afraid but do it anyway"

[yes we're going with Carrie Fisher Quotes cause why not!]

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "No matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra."

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, NC-17 smut and fluff, 1/2

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(A/N: Hope it's okay that it's a truncated version of the quote.)

Angel had set up a blanket for the two of them in the courtyard of the Hyperion. After the Powers that Be had granted him a permanent soul, the others left the hotel early so that he and Cordelia could have a romantic evening alone. Angel had thought that their first time together should be special, and he wanted to show Cordelia how much she meant to him by tenderly making love to her under the stars.

Angel could only hope that his inexplicable difficulty with removing Cordelia's brassiere wasn't killing the mood.

His fingers slid over the clasp again, and Cordy broke off their kiss to sigh against his mouth. "Seriously, how is this so hard for you?"

Angel frowned in concentration as his fingers fumbled near the clasp. "I'm not sure. I think your bra has some kind of chastity device."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "It's just a bra, Angel, not a medieval prison." She shook her head. "I don't get it. Back in the old days, women used to wear all those corsets, which are a lot more complicated than this. I bet you never had this much trouble with Darla."

His hands stilled over the center of her back. "Could we please not talk about her now?" He didn't want Cordelia to think about him being with another woman. She was the only woman he wanted to be with. "Maybe it's because I can't see what I'm doing."

She shrugged and turned around. "Maybe. Or maybe there's some part of you that doesn't really want to take off my bra."

He chuckled at the absurd statement. "Sweetheart, I'm dead, but I'm not that dead."

Cordy giggled, and Angel felt some of his confidence return. His fingers still trembled as he trailed them down her shoulders. If anything, he was too excited, too eager to finally be with her after wanting her for so damn long. It made his fingers shake whenever he touched her.

This time, he actually managed to get a hold of the clasp. But it quickly slipped from his fingers, snapping back against her skin.

"Damn it," he muttered, annoyed at himself.

Cordy groaned and stood up. "Alright, that's it."

"Wait, Cordy!" Cordy took a couple of steps away from him, and Angel was afraid that she was going to find the blouse he'd pulled off over her head earlier and go home for the night. That was the last thing he wanted.

His eyes widened when she turned around and undid the zipper on her skirt. "I guess I have to do this myself."

It fell to the ground, and Angel couldn't speak. He could only moan lowly at the sight of her white cotton panties.

Cordy, oblivious to her affect on him, reached behind her back. "I mean, if it was left up to you, I'd probably end up drowning in moonlight, strangled by my own bra."

She pulled down the straps, and Angel barely saw a flash of her breasts before she flung the troublesome garment at his face. He pulled it off his head, smiling like an idiot, and he stood up to join her.

Cordy bent over slightly to take off her panties, and she didn't notice Angel advancing toward her. "And I'd like to have sex with you at some point before the sun rises, because having my boyfriend turn into a little pile of dust is not exactly my idea of a good time."

She glanced up, flushing when she saw him standing only a few inches away from her. "Geeze, Angel, you could have scared me. Give me a little warning next time."

Angel smirked and laid a hand over her rib cage. "Like you gave me a warning before you did that strip tease."

Her breath hitched when his hand travelled upward, cupping her breast. "It wasn't a strip tease. That was me being very frustrated. Mmm."

Angel smiled at how Cordy reacted to his touch, and how it felt to hold her. Her nipple pebbled quickly under his fingertips, and her soft breast filled his hand perfectly as he massaged her.

Angel needed to touch more of her. He pulled her closer by the hip, letting her feel his erection pressing against her through his pants, and Cordy gasped.

Angel grinned wolfishly. "You don't seem that frustrated now," he pointed out.

Her hands moved down to his belt buckle. "Only just a little." She took off his belt, tossed it off to the side, and grinned up at him wickedly. "You're still not inside me yet."

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, keep your shirt on

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Niles Crane/Daphne Moon, Love Birds

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Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Love is friendship caught on fire

fill: Scream 1996

[tigriswolf]

"You and that Macher boy," Dad says one night at dinner during sophomore year, "you're getting a bit close, don't you think?"

Billy glances up, but Mom is looking at her plate, just moving peas around, while Dad tips more beer into his glass.

It's like Billy didn't catch him and his mistress of the month in the laundry room last week. Like Billy didn't recognize the bitch as Mrs. Prescott, sweet little Sidney's mom. Like Billy and Mom don't know Dad's been drunk since late afternoon, when court let out and he went to the bar with the boys.

"You need a girlfriend," Dad tells him and it's all Billy can do not to throw the plate of meatloaf in his face.

.

The thing about Stu is, Billy doesn't need to think around him, to decide what face to put on, to watch his words so he never crosses a line. With Stu, there is no line. They can bounce ideas off each other, sit in silence, spend hours together doing nothing at all, except the nothing is everything. Billy can't remember a time before him.

Dad never liked Stu. Thinks he's a chucklehead with no future, who's dragging Billy down with his stupid antics and pranks. Dad's had Billy's future mapped out since before he was born and Billy's thoughts on the subject had never mattered.

Billy could not give less of a fuck if he tried. He's young, he's got time. He's got Stu.

.

Billy kisses Stu the night his mom leaves. Shoves Stu onto the couch in the old office Stu's parents tried to turn into an entertainment room and then just left for the kids to use. Tugs at Stu's shirt until Stu catches on because he needs to see that he has a presence, that he's real, that he can touch and leave a mark.

Stu lets him, and Stu bends where Billy pushes, gives him everything Billy demands and more that he didn't know to ask for, and after, when Billy slumps down in tears, Stu wraps around him and lets him cry.

.

In the morning, Billy's quiet. Stu chatters through breakfast, through the busride to school, through lunch, through the busride back to his house.

Billy doesn't go home for the rest of the week. When he finally does, he sits down at the dinner table across from his father, Stu's marks under his clothes and the taste of Stu's blood and come lingering in his mouth, and his rage has quieted. Gone dormant. He has a couple of ideas to run by Stu.

He doesn't mention the lipstick near Dad's ear, or the scent of perfume despite Mom being gone for a week. "Think I'm gonna ask Sid out this weekend," is what he does say, just to see what Dad does.

Dad looks up from the fried fish he bought on the way home, doesn't notice when his bite falls off the fork. "Sid?" he asks, eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, you know," Billy says, taking a sip of his water so Dad has to wait a moment longer. "Sidney Prescott."

Dad's eyes widen and he drops the fork. Billy doesn't smile when it clangs against the plate. He just asks, "Dad, y'alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dad mutters, quickly picking up the fork and shoving about half the fillet in his mouth. "Good on you, Billy," Dad says too loudly. "'bout time you got a girl."

Billy grins widely at him, thinking back to when Stu showed him how to joint a squirrel and their discussion of how applicable it might be to a human.

.

"Guess I should get a girl, too," Stu muses, fingers tangling in Billy's hair while Jamie Lee Curtis screams and runs up the stairs on the TV. Billy hums, tilting his head so Stu's whole hand slips through his hair.

With a barely-there tug, Stu gets Billy's whole attention. He waits until Billy has shifted enough to meet his gaze, and then Stu asks, "What've you been thinkin' about so hard lately?"

"You," Billy answers honestly. "With a knife and a body to gut."

Stu blinks at him, nodding a little. "Tell me more," he says, and so Billy does.

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with a dog, any + dog, man's best friend

[tigriswolf]

Tortall, Graveyard Hag + hyenas & rats, We feast on those who would subdue us.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.

Fill: SGA/Kings

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

At AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7586332/chapters/23818650) - Rose Benjamin has some words of advice for King David.