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1) Supernatural-Roxanne (FOB Cover)
Eyeliner
2) Supernatural, Dean/Castiel-Prosthetic Head (Green Day)
Illusion
Dean had to keep reminding himself that Castiel didn’t actually look like that. That his (holyshitblueblueblue)eyes weren’t his, and neither was his (sex)hair, or his (very nice for a tax accountant)body, or even that (stupid)trenchcoat. Well, the trenchcoat might be his; because he was definitely behind the times, and who wore trenchcoats anyway? But the rest of it was definitely the vessel.
Which all worked fine, in theory. But when Dean was actually talking to the guy, right up close and very personal, due to Cas’ inability to comprehend the personal bubble, he had problems sticking to said theory.
Which is how Dean always somehow ended up gaping at Castiel like an idiot, one part of his brain saying you should kiss Cas and another going but you wouldn’t be kissing Cas (even though ‘kissing Cas’ sounded a hell of a lot better than ‘kissing that vessel who’s name I don’t know.’) And five minutes later he would come to with everyone staring at him, especially Castiel, who really can‘t seem to keep his eyes off the crazy human who kept staring at him.
So yeah, fuck theory.
3) Supernatural, Sam- One of Those Girls (Avril Lavigne)
Bubblegum
It was yet another time when they needed information from an old woman. An old woman who was hitting on Sam constantly. Meaning, he had to flirt it out of her. Totally fine, after a bit of mental preparation.
Not so fine was the way she reminded him of a TV grandma, or the way she kept touching him.
“Would you pick that up for me, dear?” She asked in a sweet old lady voice when she ‘accidentally’ dropped her purse.
“Sure.” Sam said, fake smile making his cheeks hurt. He bent over to get it, and almost jumped right the fuck back up when he felt a very distinct, wobbly pinch on his ass. Instead, he played good boy and handed the purse back with a “here ma’am.”
“Oh, ma’am.” She said, waving her hand. “That makes me feel so old. You can call me Aggie. And for being so helpful, why didn’t you take a piece of gum.” Sam just barely stopped himself from sighing with relief when she started being nice in a way that didn’t scream ‘I want to get in your pants!’ He accepted it, and put it in his mouth.
It tasted like rubber. Or feet. Rubber feet.
Denture gum. Of course.
Pretty Boy
4) Supernatural, Castiel-Admit It! (Say Anything)
Truth
Uriel surveyed the people below with distaste, not even trying to appear otherwise. Castiel and his partner were convened at the very top of a tall building, possibly what Dean would call a ‘skyscraper’. High places did not bother them as they did humans, much the opposite, they felt comforted. Close to home.
“Castiel, don’t tell me that you enjoy being stuck here in the filth.” Uriel said. Castiel stepped up to the ledge of the building, the tips of his vessel’s shoes poking over the edge into open air.
“I do not find it filthy.” He replied, which was true. And yes, he would love to go home, back to heaven. While he didn’t truly enjoy his time on earth, it fascinated him. Uriel made a sound that, coming from somewhere else, might have been a snort. Earthly customs did seem to take hold of people. “And I do not think that you do either.”
Uriel glared at his brother, unable to respond. He flew away, disappearing in a flash of wings that the humans looking up would not be able to see.
5) Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel-Schizophrenia (Blue October)
Puppets
It could be worse became Jack’s mantra. Sure he was a prisoner, but he wasn’t being tortured, just held. He couldn’t leave, but he wasn’t alone either. Daniel was with him While he felt bad thinking that, being with his friend was better than being by himself, and infinitely better than being with someone he hated.
They’d been in the holding cell for over a week. During the first few days, when they’d been sleeping in shifts, Jack had thought they were going to be left without food and they’d end up playing rock paper scissors to see who lost a leg to the cooking pot. But then they’d both been to exhausted and weak that they’d both fallen asleep at the same time, and woke up with food.
So now all Jack and Daniel really had to do was kill time until they got out.
___
Jack was playing with a stray thread from his jacket, it was astounding how interesting the simplest things were when you were bored to death. Daniel leaned against the wall, gazing off into space with slightly cracked glasses, sighing occasionally. They were team mates and had known each other for so long that between them there were only a handful of stories one could tell without the other saying “oh, I remember, I was there.” Those had all been said on the first day.
___
After about two weeks, Jack and Daniel started fighting. Stuck in close quarters with someone for so long, eventually everything they did became annoying. The fights lasted hours, until they were both hoarse and from screaming, neither having enough room to walk away.
___
Jack was having a nightmare about sock puppets that were actually Goa’uld, or the other way around maybe, when he was kicked awake by Daniel.
“You’re on my side.” Daniel grumbled. Jack gave him the finger and rolled back over. “I said, you’re on my side.” Jack, even with his eyes closed, could imagine the look on Daniel’s face.
“I don’t care.” Jack said. Daniel growled, low in his throat. Jack jumped up, expecting another kick. Instead he got a punch in the jaw.
Landing on his ass and jumping right the fuck back up, he returned the blow. Deep down, he was half glad for a fight, hoping it might relieve some of the tension between him and his friend. They traded punches until they were both soaked in sweat, shaking from exhaustion. Jack pulled Daniel into a half-assed headlock, and collapsed, pulling his friend down to the floor with him.
“Truce?” Jack asked.
“Truce.” panted Daniel. Jack released him from the headlock. Daniel made no move to get off him. Instead, their lips met in a tired kiss, and neither of them knew who initiated it. Jack couldn’t believe it took him that long to figure out what kind of tension they’d been dealing with.
6) Stargate SG1, Cameron/Daniel- Girl All The Bad Guys Want (Bowling for Soup)
Accessory
It was all that damn handbag’s fault. The stupid bag Daniel got to carry his stuff, which just so happened to be a giant, vaguely mannish purse that he immediately named ‘the Thing.’ Cameron knew it was going to be trouble the second he saw Daniel walking in with the Thing strapped to his side, it was gut instinct, and he trusted his gut.
Not that carrying a man purse made Daniel act like a girl, he wasn’t swishing his hips when he walked around the base (that was an image that Cam may never get out of his head…), but the he had a freaking accessory that matched all his clothes. It was…feminine.
Apparently feminine enough to bring out a certain weakness Cam had when pertaining to the fairer sex. It wasn’t long before he started holding doors open for the archeologist, and pulling out chairs. Cam gritted his teeth and hoped Daniel wouldn’t notice.
“Something you want to tell me, Mitchell?” Daniel asked. Yeah, he noticed.
“Just being polite.” He replied, hoping he wasn’t going to develop a twitch from this.
Kidnapped
7) Scrubs-Chump (Green Day)
Lignicide
I knew I shouldn’t have watched that Monty Python marathon with Turk yesterday, because now I’m walking around the hospital with the Lumberjack song stuck in my head and it’s driving me crazy. Todd walks by with his hand held out for a five, he says something, but all I hear is: “I’m a Lumberjack and I’m okay!” I’m hoping, but not entirely sure, that he isn’t really dancing like that.
Dr. Kelso walks by, singing in his rusty voice, “I work all night and I sleep all day!” The nurses are singing chorus.
“I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory…” the Janitor sings in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
“ENOUGH! Lumberjacks don’t wear bras!” I scream, really wanting to stop all this nonsense before they get to the cross dressing verse. Everyone stares at me, eyes wide.
Oh. So they weren’t actually singing. Stupid brain.
I run off without another word to go hide in the supply closet.
Dare
The Janitor was seriously wondering just how smart doctors had to be, ‘cause, as of right then, it didn’t seem like their collective IQ was very high. Scooter was flailing about like a…flaily thing, angry doctor had just turned an alarming shade of purple, blonde doctor was attempting to run damage control, and failing. All because no one could find nervous doctor, who they needed to ‘examine a body’ or something like that.
If they had asked him, okay, if blonde doctor had asked him, the Janitor would have told her to look in a morgue drawer. Why a morgue drawer? Because the Janitor had triple dog dared him to spend three hours in a morgue drawer, that’s why.
But nobody asked him. So he didn’t tell them.
8) Scrubs, JD/Cox- Outsider (Green Day)
Crush
I was sort of convinced that Dr Cox had serious first grader syndrome. You know, when little boys really like a girl (I did not just refer to myself as a girl in my head…), they always make fun of them and push them away, because they don’t know how to deal with their feelings.
That’s how I dealt with all the name calling and verbal abuse and the constant stream of crap he kept sending my way. Until I remembered that we‘re not little kids.
So that’s how I ended up on the roof, by myself, leaning against a wall and staring at the sky. I wish I could say I was thinking something deep, but my thoughts were a bit closer to ‘he loves me, he loves me not…’ without a flower. I sighed.
“Good god, Gloria. Could you be a bigger jackass?” Yelled someone from behind me.
I yelped. In a manly way. “Dr Cox? When did you get up here?” He huffed.
“I’ve been up here, Delores. This is where I come to think.” Huh.
“I wonder if we’re thinking about the same thing.” I thought out loud.
“I really hope not.”
Leather
Today I became convinced that Dr Cox is going to kill me. I know he loves me, but I don’t think he found out about my, uh, kink.
This morning I got to work, did rounds, and avoided the Janitor before running into my mentor. Dr Cox was at the nurse’s counter, filling out paperwork, wearing a leather jacket. A soft looking leather jacket that I was just itching to grab at, run my fingers over, just wrap myself around him in that goddamn wonderful jacket and-
“Newbie!” Dr Cox whistled at me, snapping me out of a particularly interesting daydream. “I you keep staring at me like that, I will be forced to punish you.” I almost groaned out loud at that. He had to pick today to go all Dom on me. Not that he ever wasn’t dominant, but today it seemed more like the kind of dominant that came with whips and spanking and-
BRAIN! Don’t even go there.
“You look like House.” Dr Kelso said, walking by. Cox glared at him, then smirked at his paperwork after the chief of medicine left. Great, now that he knew it pissed off Kelso, he’d never take it off.
That felt like a good and a bad thing at the same time
9) Twilight, Jasper/Edward- Forget About Love (Aladdin Soundtrack)
Jealousy
It didn’t take Jasper all that long to notice the sudden rush of longing and lust that hit him every time Edward so much as glanced at Bella. And seeing as he didn’t feel much more than a mild irritation towards her when he was by himself, he knew they weren’t his feelings.
Alice became his confidante. When he’d had a particularly stressful day (ie: one where Edward spent all his time mooning over Bella) she was the first to hear, regardless of Edward’s telepathy. She’d rub his shoulders and croon soft things in his ear.
“You should just forget Edward, honey.”
“I can’t.” He said miserably.
Comfort
Jasper wasn’t quite as good at hiding things as he thought he was. Edward heard it the first time, the thought curses directed towards Bella. Towards him, and everything he felt about Bella.
But the truth was, he didn’t feel towards Bella.
Just knowing that Jasper was jealous, over such a little thing, made Edward much too happy to be normal. If Jasper only knew, that every time he looked at Bella, he was thinking of him.
He’d wait a while before he said anything.
10) The Covenant, Chase/Caleb- The Best Damn Thing (Avril Lavigne)
Submission
If Caleb wasn’t so smart, he might have thought Chase really was just after his powers. But he knew that, deep down, the power was just a representation of something else. Chase wanted Caleb to submit to him.
And Caleb would be totally willing, because, hey, Chase was hot. But if Chase wanted to play games, he could play games. At least, that’s what Caleb was thinking during their fight in the barn. Trading blows, shouting at each other in pain and anger. That it was all just a game. An elaborate Chasian courting ritual.
Until Chase set him through a wall, making him land face first in the mud.
Maybe Chase really did just want his powers
THE END! Special thanks tosuper_seme04 , for enabling me
spnchallenges ), hope everyone still wants to read them. Original Meme1) Supernatural-Roxanne (FOB Cover)
Eyeliner
“Is this really necessary?” Sam asked, for the hundredth or so time in the last hour.
“Yes.” Replied Ruby, who was somehow not laughing at the sight in front of her.
Dean and Sam had gotten wind of a case--that Dean was extremely happy to hear about--involving prostitutes. Namely prostitutes getting brutally murdered and having their hearts ripped out, but still: hookers.
“C’mon, Sammy, she’s making you pretty.” Dean quipped, receiving a glare that was far from intimidating.
But, after about five seconds of legwork they found something odd about the case. More than half of the hookers were male. Not just trannies, though there were plenty of those, but dudes that actually looked like…dudes. Sam did some research and narrowed down their list of monsters to two options, both of which required one thing in order to catch them.
Bait.
“Ow!” Sam yelped as Ruby poked him in the eye with a mascara brush. They called her because she was the only woman (if you used the term loosely) that they would ask to cover one of them in makeup.
“That’s what you get for losing the coin toss.” Dean said, watching with a grin and a beer. Sam glared at him again with heavily lined eyes.
“Yes.” Replied Ruby, who was somehow not laughing at the sight in front of her.
Dean and Sam had gotten wind of a case--that Dean was extremely happy to hear about--involving prostitutes. Namely prostitutes getting brutally murdered and having their hearts ripped out, but still: hookers.
“C’mon, Sammy, she’s making you pretty.” Dean quipped, receiving a glare that was far from intimidating.
But, after about five seconds of legwork they found something odd about the case. More than half of the hookers were male. Not just trannies, though there were plenty of those, but dudes that actually looked like…dudes. Sam did some research and narrowed down their list of monsters to two options, both of which required one thing in order to catch them.
Bait.
“Ow!” Sam yelped as Ruby poked him in the eye with a mascara brush. They called her because she was the only woman (if you used the term loosely) that they would ask to cover one of them in makeup.
“That’s what you get for losing the coin toss.” Dean said, watching with a grin and a beer. Sam glared at him again with heavily lined eyes.
2) Supernatural, Dean/Castiel-Prosthetic Head (Green Day)
Illusion
Dean had to keep reminding himself that Castiel didn’t actually look like that. That his (holyshitblueblueblue)eyes weren’t his, and neither was his (sex)hair, or his (very nice for a tax accountant)body, or even that (stupid)trenchcoat. Well, the trenchcoat might be his; because he was definitely behind the times, and who wore trenchcoats anyway? But the rest of it was definitely the vessel.
Which all worked fine, in theory. But when Dean was actually talking to the guy, right up close and very personal, due to Cas’ inability to comprehend the personal bubble, he had problems sticking to said theory.
Which is how Dean always somehow ended up gaping at Castiel like an idiot, one part of his brain saying you should kiss Cas and another going but you wouldn’t be kissing Cas (even though ‘kissing Cas’ sounded a hell of a lot better than ‘kissing that vessel who’s name I don’t know.’) And five minutes later he would come to with everyone staring at him, especially Castiel, who really can‘t seem to keep his eyes off the crazy human who kept staring at him.
So yeah, fuck theory.
3) Supernatural, Sam- One of Those Girls (Avril Lavigne)
Bubblegum
It was yet another time when they needed information from an old woman. An old woman who was hitting on Sam constantly. Meaning, he had to flirt it out of her. Totally fine, after a bit of mental preparation.
Not so fine was the way she reminded him of a TV grandma, or the way she kept touching him.
“Would you pick that up for me, dear?” She asked in a sweet old lady voice when she ‘accidentally’ dropped her purse.
“Sure.” Sam said, fake smile making his cheeks hurt. He bent over to get it, and almost jumped right the fuck back up when he felt a very distinct, wobbly pinch on his ass. Instead, he played good boy and handed the purse back with a “here ma’am.”
“Oh, ma’am.” She said, waving her hand. “That makes me feel so old. You can call me Aggie. And for being so helpful, why didn’t you take a piece of gum.” Sam just barely stopped himself from sighing with relief when she started being nice in a way that didn’t scream ‘I want to get in your pants!’ He accepted it, and put it in his mouth.
It tasted like rubber. Or feet. Rubber feet.
Denture gum. Of course.
Pretty Boy
“C’mon, Sammy.” Dean pleaded.
“No.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest. There was no way in hell he was going to wear that.
“It’s for a good cause.” Dean said. Sam snorted.
“A good cause. Like you getting laid by signing us up for a bachelor auction?”
“Is there a better cause?”
“I am not going to wear that suit.”
“Sam…” Dammit. The sad face was his thing. Totally unfair of Dean to pull it on him.
“Fine.” But I won’t like it, he added in his head and his tone.
___
A date with Sam ended up selling for fifty dollars more than a date with Dean. And the lady who bought him was blonde. Karma was fun.
“No.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest. There was no way in hell he was going to wear that.
“It’s for a good cause.” Dean said. Sam snorted.
“A good cause. Like you getting laid by signing us up for a bachelor auction?”
“Is there a better cause?”
“I am not going to wear that suit.”
“Sam…” Dammit. The sad face was his thing. Totally unfair of Dean to pull it on him.
“Fine.” But I won’t like it, he added in his head and his tone.
___
A date with Sam ended up selling for fifty dollars more than a date with Dean. And the lady who bought him was blonde. Karma was fun.
4) Supernatural, Castiel-Admit It! (Say Anything)
Truth
Uriel surveyed the people below with distaste, not even trying to appear otherwise. Castiel and his partner were convened at the very top of a tall building, possibly what Dean would call a ‘skyscraper’. High places did not bother them as they did humans, much the opposite, they felt comforted. Close to home.
“Castiel, don’t tell me that you enjoy being stuck here in the filth.” Uriel said. Castiel stepped up to the ledge of the building, the tips of his vessel’s shoes poking over the edge into open air.
“I do not find it filthy.” He replied, which was true. And yes, he would love to go home, back to heaven. While he didn’t truly enjoy his time on earth, it fascinated him. Uriel made a sound that, coming from somewhere else, might have been a snort. Earthly customs did seem to take hold of people. “And I do not think that you do either.”
Uriel glared at his brother, unable to respond. He flew away, disappearing in a flash of wings that the humans looking up would not be able to see.
5) Stargate SG1, Jack/Daniel-Schizophrenia (Blue October)
Puppets
It could be worse became Jack’s mantra. Sure he was a prisoner, but he wasn’t being tortured, just held. He couldn’t leave, but he wasn’t alone either. Daniel was with him While he felt bad thinking that, being with his friend was better than being by himself, and infinitely better than being with someone he hated.
They’d been in the holding cell for over a week. During the first few days, when they’d been sleeping in shifts, Jack had thought they were going to be left without food and they’d end up playing rock paper scissors to see who lost a leg to the cooking pot. But then they’d both been to exhausted and weak that they’d both fallen asleep at the same time, and woke up with food.
So now all Jack and Daniel really had to do was kill time until they got out.
___
Jack was playing with a stray thread from his jacket, it was astounding how interesting the simplest things were when you were bored to death. Daniel leaned against the wall, gazing off into space with slightly cracked glasses, sighing occasionally. They were team mates and had known each other for so long that between them there were only a handful of stories one could tell without the other saying “oh, I remember, I was there.” Those had all been said on the first day.
___
After about two weeks, Jack and Daniel started fighting. Stuck in close quarters with someone for so long, eventually everything they did became annoying. The fights lasted hours, until they were both hoarse and from screaming, neither having enough room to walk away.
___
Jack was having a nightmare about sock puppets that were actually Goa’uld, or the other way around maybe, when he was kicked awake by Daniel.
“You’re on my side.” Daniel grumbled. Jack gave him the finger and rolled back over. “I said, you’re on my side.” Jack, even with his eyes closed, could imagine the look on Daniel’s face.
“I don’t care.” Jack said. Daniel growled, low in his throat. Jack jumped up, expecting another kick. Instead he got a punch in the jaw.
Landing on his ass and jumping right the fuck back up, he returned the blow. Deep down, he was half glad for a fight, hoping it might relieve some of the tension between him and his friend. They traded punches until they were both soaked in sweat, shaking from exhaustion. Jack pulled Daniel into a half-assed headlock, and collapsed, pulling his friend down to the floor with him.
“Truce?” Jack asked.
“Truce.” panted Daniel. Jack released him from the headlock. Daniel made no move to get off him. Instead, their lips met in a tired kiss, and neither of them knew who initiated it. Jack couldn’t believe it took him that long to figure out what kind of tension they’d been dealing with.
6) Stargate SG1, Cameron/Daniel- Girl All The Bad Guys Want (Bowling for Soup)
Accessory
It was all that damn handbag’s fault. The stupid bag Daniel got to carry his stuff, which just so happened to be a giant, vaguely mannish purse that he immediately named ‘the Thing.’ Cameron knew it was going to be trouble the second he saw Daniel walking in with the Thing strapped to his side, it was gut instinct, and he trusted his gut.
Not that carrying a man purse made Daniel act like a girl, he wasn’t swishing his hips when he walked around the base (that was an image that Cam may never get out of his head…), but the he had a freaking accessory that matched all his clothes. It was…feminine.
Apparently feminine enough to bring out a certain weakness Cam had when pertaining to the fairer sex. It wasn’t long before he started holding doors open for the archeologist, and pulling out chairs. Cam gritted his teeth and hoped Daniel wouldn’t notice.
“Something you want to tell me, Mitchell?” Daniel asked. Yeah, he noticed.
“Just being polite.” He replied, hoping he wasn’t going to develop a twitch from this.
Kidnapped
“Every time!” Cam said through gritted teeth. He crouched behind the rock, taking cover from the firefight.
“Not every time.” Sam said, reloading her weapon. Cam glared at her. “Less often then you lose your pants.” She said, turning back to the fight. Teal’c ignored their arguing, choosing instead to fire staff blasts.
“Every damn time, Jackson gets his ass kidnapped by some crazy alien and we have to go rescue him.” He yelled over the sound of gunfire. Cam rolled to look over the edge of the rock, at the stupid cave where they were holding stupid Daniel who kept getting mixed up in stupid alien land wars. After a few more bursts of artillery, the area was clear enough for one of them to go through with the other two covering. Cam volunteered himself with a hand signal.
He crept forward, crouched over with his gun in front of him. Entering the cave with no extra trouble, he flattened himself against a wall, on the lookout for guards. Thankfully there were none. He found Daniel in a far off branch of the cave, tied up and left unguarded.
“Jackson.” Cam said, going to one knee and pulling out his knife. The first thing he did was untie the gag in Daniel’s mouth, giving him a warning glance so the archaeologist wouldn’t start talking. “Every time.” Cam muttered.
“Not every time.” Cam gave him the warning look again. “I’m not a damsel in distress!”
“Actually, Jackson, that’s exactly what you are.” Cam said, finished with the ropes and pulling Daniel up by the arm. Daniel looked like he was about to protest, so Cam pulled him forward, shutting him up with a kiss.
“And we already know I’m a knight in shining armor.”
Cam pretended not to notice when Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Not every time.” Sam said, reloading her weapon. Cam glared at her. “Less often then you lose your pants.” She said, turning back to the fight. Teal’c ignored their arguing, choosing instead to fire staff blasts.
“Every damn time, Jackson gets his ass kidnapped by some crazy alien and we have to go rescue him.” He yelled over the sound of gunfire. Cam rolled to look over the edge of the rock, at the stupid cave where they were holding stupid Daniel who kept getting mixed up in stupid alien land wars. After a few more bursts of artillery, the area was clear enough for one of them to go through with the other two covering. Cam volunteered himself with a hand signal.
He crept forward, crouched over with his gun in front of him. Entering the cave with no extra trouble, he flattened himself against a wall, on the lookout for guards. Thankfully there were none. He found Daniel in a far off branch of the cave, tied up and left unguarded.
“Jackson.” Cam said, going to one knee and pulling out his knife. The first thing he did was untie the gag in Daniel’s mouth, giving him a warning glance so the archaeologist wouldn’t start talking. “Every time.” Cam muttered.
“Not every time.” Cam gave him the warning look again. “I’m not a damsel in distress!”
“Actually, Jackson, that’s exactly what you are.” Cam said, finished with the ropes and pulling Daniel up by the arm. Daniel looked like he was about to protest, so Cam pulled him forward, shutting him up with a kiss.
“And we already know I’m a knight in shining armor.”
Cam pretended not to notice when Daniel rolled his eyes.
7) Scrubs-Chump (Green Day)
Lignicide
I knew I shouldn’t have watched that Monty Python marathon with Turk yesterday, because now I’m walking around the hospital with the Lumberjack song stuck in my head and it’s driving me crazy. Todd walks by with his hand held out for a five, he says something, but all I hear is: “I’m a Lumberjack and I’m okay!” I’m hoping, but not entirely sure, that he isn’t really dancing like that.
Dr. Kelso walks by, singing in his rusty voice, “I work all night and I sleep all day!” The nurses are singing chorus.
“I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory…” the Janitor sings in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
“ENOUGH! Lumberjacks don’t wear bras!” I scream, really wanting to stop all this nonsense before they get to the cross dressing verse. Everyone stares at me, eyes wide.
Oh. So they weren’t actually singing. Stupid brain.
I run off without another word to go hide in the supply closet.
Dare
The Janitor was seriously wondering just how smart doctors had to be, ‘cause, as of right then, it didn’t seem like their collective IQ was very high. Scooter was flailing about like a…flaily thing, angry doctor had just turned an alarming shade of purple, blonde doctor was attempting to run damage control, and failing. All because no one could find nervous doctor, who they needed to ‘examine a body’ or something like that.
If they had asked him, okay, if blonde doctor had asked him, the Janitor would have told her to look in a morgue drawer. Why a morgue drawer? Because the Janitor had triple dog dared him to spend three hours in a morgue drawer, that’s why.
But nobody asked him. So he didn’t tell them.
8) Scrubs, JD/Cox- Outsider (Green Day)
Crush
I was sort of convinced that Dr Cox had serious first grader syndrome. You know, when little boys really like a girl (I did not just refer to myself as a girl in my head…), they always make fun of them and push them away, because they don’t know how to deal with their feelings.
That’s how I dealt with all the name calling and verbal abuse and the constant stream of crap he kept sending my way. Until I remembered that we‘re not little kids.
So that’s how I ended up on the roof, by myself, leaning against a wall and staring at the sky. I wish I could say I was thinking something deep, but my thoughts were a bit closer to ‘he loves me, he loves me not…’ without a flower. I sighed.
“Good god, Gloria. Could you be a bigger jackass?” Yelled someone from behind me.
I yelped. In a manly way. “Dr Cox? When did you get up here?” He huffed.
“I’ve been up here, Delores. This is where I come to think.” Huh.
“I wonder if we’re thinking about the same thing.” I thought out loud.
“I really hope not.”
Leather
Today I became convinced that Dr Cox is going to kill me. I know he loves me, but I don’t think he found out about my, uh, kink.
This morning I got to work, did rounds, and avoided the Janitor before running into my mentor. Dr Cox was at the nurse’s counter, filling out paperwork, wearing a leather jacket. A soft looking leather jacket that I was just itching to grab at, run my fingers over, just wrap myself around him in that goddamn wonderful jacket and-
“Newbie!” Dr Cox whistled at me, snapping me out of a particularly interesting daydream. “I you keep staring at me like that, I will be forced to punish you.” I almost groaned out loud at that. He had to pick today to go all Dom on me. Not that he ever wasn’t dominant, but today it seemed more like the kind of dominant that came with whips and spanking and-
BRAIN! Don’t even go there.
“You look like House.” Dr Kelso said, walking by. Cox glared at him, then smirked at his paperwork after the chief of medicine left. Great, now that he knew it pissed off Kelso, he’d never take it off.
That felt like a good and a bad thing at the same time
9) Twilight, Jasper/Edward- Forget About Love (Aladdin Soundtrack)
Jealousy
It didn’t take Jasper all that long to notice the sudden rush of longing and lust that hit him every time Edward so much as glanced at Bella. And seeing as he didn’t feel much more than a mild irritation towards her when he was by himself, he knew they weren’t his feelings.
Alice became his confidante. When he’d had a particularly stressful day (ie: one where Edward spent all his time mooning over Bella) she was the first to hear, regardless of Edward’s telepathy. She’d rub his shoulders and croon soft things in his ear.
“You should just forget Edward, honey.”
“I can’t.” He said miserably.
Comfort
Jasper wasn’t quite as good at hiding things as he thought he was. Edward heard it the first time, the thought curses directed towards Bella. Towards him, and everything he felt about Bella.
But the truth was, he didn’t feel towards Bella.
Just knowing that Jasper was jealous, over such a little thing, made Edward much too happy to be normal. If Jasper only knew, that every time he looked at Bella, he was thinking of him.
He’d wait a while before he said anything.
10) The Covenant, Chase/Caleb- The Best Damn Thing (Avril Lavigne)
Submission
If Caleb wasn’t so smart, he might have thought Chase really was just after his powers. But he knew that, deep down, the power was just a representation of something else. Chase wanted Caleb to submit to him.
And Caleb would be totally willing, because, hey, Chase was hot. But if Chase wanted to play games, he could play games. At least, that’s what Caleb was thinking during their fight in the barn. Trading blows, shouting at each other in pain and anger. That it was all just a game. An elaborate Chasian courting ritual.
Until Chase set him through a wall, making him land face first in the mud.
Maybe Chase really did just want his powers
THE END! Special thanks to
super_seme04 , for enabling me