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8th-Feb-2010 02:58 pm - Glee

aggybird

Kurt/Puck.

This is brilliant. Just so... teenage-boy-ish and well-written and funny and hot.

Winter break always sucked. Puck didn't have anything to do because it was December and nobody wanted their pool cleaned in December. The ladies of the house also didn't need their, ahem, pools cleaned because they were too busy putting on aprons for the holiday season and kissing their kids and pretending they loved their husbands.

So Puck did what any teenager with a lot of free time did. He went online.

puckerup69 has entered the chat: Lima Losers

Tags:fandom grab-bag

8th-Feb-2010 02:51 pm - OZ

[Chrysalis] by

geneticallydead

Beecher/Keller.

This is so heartbreaking and so amazing and so beautifully written.

“Fuck off, O’Reily. Bonnie... she wants to fix me. She wants to make me all better, y’know? She’s hatin’... but oh man does she want to forgive me.”

There are some slow, sliding glances towards Toby’s side of the table.

“What’s this got to do with God?” he asks.

“God doesn’t pay any attention to Joe, get it? If he’s got you, he’s happy, he’s not paying fuckin’ alimony. But the minute you’re BAD… God wants you back. He’s jonesin’ for you! He wants to kiss and make up, he wants to save your soul.”

Cards are tossed aside, and then Chris is leaning over the table, glass-shard eyes touching on every one of their sorry souls.

“God doesn’t give a fuck about you,” he says, “Until you don’t give a fuck about him.”

Toby wakes up.

Tags:oz: beecher/keller

8th-Feb-2010 02:45 pm - Psych

[Quarter Life Crisis] by

pookaseraph

Shawn/Carlton.

I really enjoyed this - it's not completely perfect, but when it gets things right they're very, very right. There are some syntax issues to get past, but Shawn is perfectly IC and it's generally a lovely fic.

And now here he was, over six months into a job (a personal record), a relatively steady income, also a first, and he hadn't been evicted from an apartment in over nine months, ok maybe more like eight, but that was a bit of a record too. If anyone had asked Shawn would have to say that responsibility felt itchy.

Tags:psych: shawn/lassiter

8th-Feb-2010 09:10 am - Popslash

[The Seahorse Story: Clutch, Incubate, Hatch and Nest] by

hth

Justin/Trace, JC/Lance.

This is a weird and lovely fic about Justin and his eggs. And Trace and Justin's eggs. It's really sort of awesome.

"You know how y'all are always joking about me being this big genetic freak? See, here's this about that. I'm, on my mother's side, I'm something sort of, sort of genetically...odd."

"You're not sick, are you?" JC says. "Like, some kind of hereditary disease thing?"

"No, nothing like that. I'm fine. I just -- had to come home to get through something. I've...I've laid a clutch of eggs. They're going to hatch at the end of the summer."

Tags:popslash: au, popslash: trace/justin

5th-Feb-2010 10:25 am - Popslash

[A Hell Of A Yarn] by

sarahq

JC/AJ.

Just a lovely letterboys AU.

"Jesus." The headlights of a passing car bounced off the display window. JC trailed his fingers over the glass, following their reflection. He watched as AJ's reflection knocked the ash from his cigarette. "First couple years I worked here, seemed like every last person on campus had to make a crack about the fag working in the knitting store. And now here you are, sounding disappointed because I'm not."

AJ shrugged. "Can't blame me for trying, Chasez."

"It's not like I'm militant or anything. I'm just... straight. Mostly." AJ was grinning at him. "What? I'm being serious, here, this is serious stuff. I mean, I have noticed you, I just. I think that people connect with people, you know, on a level where it doesn't matter..."

"Oh, fuck me. You're one of them."

This cocky superiority was really starting to get on JC's nerves, even if the guy had the balls to back up the attitude. "One of who?"

"One of them. 'Oh, I fall in love with people, not bodies,'" AJ crooned in falsetto. "That's fucking bullshit. Bodies matter." AJ's cigarette died a quick death under his heel. "You don't get to say shit like that until you've had your had your mouth on another man's dick."

Tags:popslash: au, popslash: jc/aj

1st-Feb-2010 09:33 pm - Popslash/SG: A

[Poptarts In Atlantis] by

flambeau (start at the bottom of the page)

JC/Nick.

I lovedlovedloved this version of JC and Nick, and the way that they were integrated into Atlantis. Lovely fic.

Also, he could smell coffee. JC hummed to himself, and followed directions. He went through the second door on the left and found himself staring at the back of a familiar head. "Hey."

McKay turned around. "It's you," he said, glaring. "Chavez."

"Chasez."

"Whatever. Great. Now I suppose I have to find somewhere for you to—" He gestured around the lab, which looked fairly empty.

"You knew I was coming," JC said. "Good to see you, man. Have you been working out?"

"If by working out you mean running for my life from hostile aliens, yes."

"Well, whatever works for you," JC said peacefully. "I started doing yoga last year, and—"

"And you wouldn't believe how little I care about that. In fact—" Someone short and scruffy and kind of cute wandered up with a cup of coffee. McKay turned on him abruptly. "Zelenka, good. Zelenka will make sure you're settled in. Someplace out of the way." He stomped off.

"Radek Zelenka," short and scruffy said, holding out his coffee-mug-free hand. "You have managed to offend Dr McKay already, or did you know him before?"

"Not really," JC said. "I mean, I haven't seen him in a couple of years. But he was my thesis advisor for about two weeks, except we didn't really get on, and then Marie talked him into being there for my diss, and then there was this project over at MIT where I guess we didn't see eye to eye, and then that business when he reviewed my book and didn't even like the cover—"

"You're Dr Chasez." Zelenka grinned. "The space cowboy."

Tags:popslash: au, popslash: jc/nick

1st-Feb-2010 09:29 pm - Popslash

[The Earl Of Rothinghamtonfordshire] by

jae_w

Chris/Nick.

Adorable Nick and amusing dialogue.

He changed his mind about that the next day, when he walked into Howie's room to see the fellas gathered in a circle and looking at him seriously. They were all holding what looked suspiciously like copies of Nick's book.

"I'm going to kill Lydie," Nick said.

"Too late," AJ said. "I already broke up with her."

"Hey, Nicky," Howie said gently, "I'm glad you came by. We were thinking we could have a little chat, maybe, about what you wrote."

"Look, I was never going to show it to you, and you shouldn't have read it without asking me first. I can't believe you read my book!"

"I'm not sure fifteen pages is really -- look, the point is that we have read it," Kevin said. "We've all read it now, and now we all have to deal with the consequences."

"In a very supportive and understanding way, though, right?" Howie said.

Tags:popslash: chris/nick

1st-Feb-2010 04:52 pm - Popslash

[The Same Inside] by

helenish

Chris/Joey.

Lovely genderswap.

"Motherfucker," Theresa said, jerking back in surprise.

"Yup." Chris said.

She took off her sunglasses and peered at him carefully, and then said "If this is a joke, you're all going to be guest starring on Dawson's fucking Creek so fast—"

"It's not a joke."

She nodded. "Is this permanent?"

"I don't know."

"Jesus—"

"I called my mom, you know, and she just said it. happens. sometimes."

"That's very helpful, Kirkpatrick."

Tags:popslash: chris/joey

31st-Jan-2010 11:12 pm - WB RPS

[Last Stop: Chicagoland] by

phaballa

Jared/Jensen.

This is a gorgeous story about parenthood and compromising and love.

Jared has only cheated twice in the entire time they've been together and never since they had the girls. Besides which, those times don't even count because they were right at the beginning, before they had officially decided to be together, forsaking all others and all of that. And now it's been six years and Jared is almost thirty, and he's only had sex with Jensen since then. It's been only Jensen for so long now, Jared's sort of forgotten what other people are like. Jensen's the only guy Jared has ever been with.

He's tempted sometimes, but he's not a dick and he loves his kids. He loves Jensen, too, but sometimes that gets harder and harder to remember, especially when they only see each other on weekends if Jared is working, and then it's mostly family time. Lizzie isn't even four yet and Jared freaks out sometimes. He's sure that one day he'll come back from shooting and she won't remember him. She'll hide behind Jensen's legs and shake her head and stick her fingers in her mouth like she does when strangers come by, and there's nothing he can really do about it. Jensen just laughs when Jared tells him.

"She's not a cat, dude, she's your kid. She's not gonna forget you if you're gone for a few weeks."

Tags:wb rps: jared/jensen

29th-Jan-2010 11:03 pm - Smallville

[Conflicts Of Interest] and [Visiting Hours] by

rageprufrock

Clark/Lex, Conner/OMC.

Conflicts Of Interest is the tale of Conner Clark Luthor, aged nine, and his utterly adorable search for his mother. Visiting Hours is Conner Clark Luthor at fifteen, and the bad shit that goes down. And the good shit. And the okay shit. I really, really uncomplicatedly loved Conflicts Of Interest. The sheer depth of the love between Lex and Conner just hit all of my 'family!' buttons, and did I mention adorableness? (Not that it's as light as I'm making it sound. It's long and complex and brilliant.) Visiting Hours is a lot sadder and more intense, but also amazing, and I highly recommend both of them.

"Conner," his dad said, very quietly. "No, you don't have a mom, not like the other kids do."

"Uh," Conner said, feeling like his entire brain had just turned into Garrison's favorite glue.

His dad looked at him hard, like he was trying to find something in Conner's face that he'd been looking for his whole life or something--as if Conner was hiding that destiny and fate that Lex talked about when he was drinking in front of the fireplace.

But the way his dad was looking at him meant that something Really Important was about to happen. Like Conner learning how to walk or learning how to read or snubbing a member of the Green party, and Conner held his breath.

"You," his dad said seriously, "are the world's most wonderful accident, Conner."

Tags:smallville: clark/lex

29th-Jan-2010 10:49 pm - NCIS

[Damage] by

xanthelj

Gibbs/DiNozzo.

Two heavy hitters to rec this evening, and I'm starting with the most wrenching one. This is a pretty amazing fic. I can't speak as to the veracity of the psychology displayed, but it rings true and the fic is nuanced and delicate and never bogged down by its incredibly grim subject matter: it's horrific, but not unrelentingly depressing, and there is a constant process of catharsis and healing running through it. The prose is not always sparkling, but the moments where it stumbles are few and far between and it never loses its intensity. It's also one of the only fics I've ever read where I can buy Gibbs and DiNozzo, and that's a tribute to the careful and slow process by which the author brings them together. A very difficult but brilliant fic.

Tony stopped humming the minute he stepped inside the elevator. He waited until the door closed and then flicked the emergency button to give himself some thinking time. He wasn't getting this right; he knew that. His game was off, and people kept giving him strange looks, so he knew he wasn't hitting the right note. Maybe he was trying too hard.

He had to be more focussed, or this whole situation could end up getting out of hand. He knew Gibbs though – the man was like a dog with a bone when he got hold of something. There was no way he'd give this up easily, but it was going to take him some time to figure it all out. Tony had to use that time to his advantage.

Tony gazed at his reflection in the mirrored elevator wall; a couple of spikes of his hair were sticking up at a weird angle, looking out of place. He smoothed the hair down, robotically. He frowned as he noticed his hand shaking slightly; this was exactly the kind of reaction he couldn't afford. This morning he'd had no idea that this would blow up. Who the hell could have predicted this? If he had known, then maybe he could have prepared himself for it better, but he was thinking on his feet right now and that wasn't easy. No wonder he kept getting these adrenaline spikes; it was the shock of the unexpected. Once he recovered, he'd hit his stride again for sure.

Tags:fandom grab-bag

28th-Jan-2010 06:43 pm - Sentinel

[Beyond The End] by Katrina Bowen

Jim/Blair.

Carefully detailed and smoothly written AU.

Instead of slicing into my flesh, though, I feel a slight pressure on the rope binding my wrists as the tip of the knife slips under it. Then the man holding me down whispers, "I'm going to set you free. I'm *not* going to hurt you, all right?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say, man -- " Then it dawns on me. His voice is a little rusty and he speaks hesitantly, as if he's almost forgotten the language, but there's no mistaking the accent. This guy's an American. Before I can say anything about it, though (and what's there to say? Am I supposed to break into a chorus of "It's a Small World After All"?), my hands are free and he's helping me sit up.

"Thanks." But my gratitude doesn't extend to wanting to be close to him, and I start to scoot away. I don't get far before he reaches out and grabs my wrist. It's a little sore from the ropes, and I draw my breath in sharply.

"I'm sorry." He lets go of me at once. "But they're watching us. We have to be... careful."

"*Why*?" I sit against the wall and pull my legs up to my chest. This time, he doesn't try to pull me back. "What the fuck is going on here, man?" I try to study his features, but no luck -- I can barely make out his general shape, enough to tell that this is one huge hombre, but that's it.

Somehow, I get the feeling that he doesn't have as much trouble seeing me. He sighs. "This tribe is under a constant state of siege. You and your friend invaded their territory. You don't belong to a friendly tribe, so you're obviously enemies."

Tags:sentinel: au, sentinel: jim/blair

28th-Jan-2010 03:49 pm - Original

[Shadow Of The Templar] by

tsukikoushi

Okay, you're going to love these. The first novel is a little bit more simplistic than the others, and I found it mildly disappointing, considering how highly this arc had been recced to me, so just to warn you that if you feel the same way that I do, press on. Because they get awesome. FBI and gentlemen thieves and emotional complexity and tight plots and beautiful pacing and hilarious dialogue and all sorts of other amazingnesses await.

(I was a little annoyed at first at the way in which the English character speaks like nobody who really lives on this island ever speaks, but then the whole thing is so deeply cinematic and his speech patterns are kind of the Hollywood archetypal suave upper-class Englishman, so I just pretended he's not actually from England, but instead from a cardboard replica of England populated with cheery Cockneys and classy evil villains and it was all better.)

"--leaving one Mr. Frank Charpentier, age 42, dead at the scene," Simon finished with a faint flourish, voice pitched loud to be heard over the constant low-level commotion that was his team. He flicked the last page back down into the folder it had come from. "And that was three weeks ago, boys and girl."

Mike whistled, tossing his pen up into the air and catching it again. "Damn, boss, one in the spine and one in the back of the head? We got ourselves a hitman with a hobby or something?"

"Hell if I know," Simon said, settling comfortably in his chair and swinging his feet up onto the conference table. "All right, floor's open for stupid jokes, folks, let's get it out of our systems before we go on."

"A multiclass fighter/thief?" Nate chirped, blinking rapidly and trying to look innocent. Rich groaned under his breath. Mike looked from Nate to Rich and back, then chucked his pen at Nate, bouncing it off his forehead.

"Ow!" Nate said, wincing and rubbing the little blue mark above his eyebrow. "What was that for? You didn't even get the joke!"

"Maybe not," Mike said, "but Specs Two got it, so it had to be one of those nerd jokes of yours. Gimme back my pen."

Simon waited. Sure enough, after a couple of seconds Nate scooted his chair back and chased off after Mike's pen, scowling. "Anyone else?" Simon asked the room in general as Nate scurried back to his chair and lobbed Mike's pen back to him.

"I'm good," Johnny said, cracking an eye open.

Tags:original fiction

28th-Jan-2010 03:36 pm - The Breakfast Club

[Higher Education] by

resonant8

Bender/Brian.

This is fantastic, and seriously, seriously hot.

John William Bender attended Shermer High School for the last time on Monday, October 12, which was two days after his sixteenth birthday.

He made it all the way to fifth period, when Mr. Bradley, the English teacher, sent him to see Assistant Principal Vernon for the second time that day and Assistant Principal Vernon gave him a detailed assessment of his flaws and shortcomings, at which point he made Assistant Principal Vernon some detailed and anatomically improbable recreational suggestions, kicked in the glass in the trophy case, and leapt down the front steps, a free man.

Bender did not, of course, object on principle to breaking the law. But if he'd dropped out before turning sixteen, he wouldn't have put it past his mother to have him hauled back to school in a black-and-white just to get him out of her hair, which would have been an assault from which his dignity would never have recovered.

As it was, he got about three days of the rest which he had so laboriously earned before she dragged him out of bed by the ear and said, "If you ain't in school, you're gonna get a job, you good-for-nothing bum."

Tags:fandom grab-bag

28th-Jan-2010 03:34 pm - Dark Is Rising

[Two Worlds] by Eildon Rhymer

Will/Bran.

I wasn't sure whether to rec this, because I spent the last quarter of the fic incredibly frustrated with Bran who I think makes a STUPID decision that is never fully justified. However! The first three-quarters? Utterly amazing and flawless and fantastic. This is how Will might be, after two long as the last Old One, and this is how it might begin to be fixed and it's just lovely, one of the best things I've read.

"I… I'm reading history," Will said, because he had to say something.

"I thought you would be," Bran said. He was silent for a moment. "Actually, it's because of you that I chose history. You kept on going on about the history of where I lived, pulling out all these obscure little facts. It started an interest. I even started looking forward to school, and… well, to cut a long story short, here I am."

"Yes," Will echoed. "Here you are."

"So…" Bran nudged him. "If you're a year ahead of me, you can help me with all my essays. I bet you did well. You never boasted about it, but I always knew you were a bit of a genius."

Will felt himself blush. He was an Old One, and he was here sitting on the ground because he had fallen in a battle with some unknown enemy. That mattered, he told himself. That mattered, not this. He was not a child, to be flustered by the things people said. He was not a human, to care.

Tags:dark is rising: will/bran

28th-Jan-2010 03:26 pm - OZ

[Fantastic] by

mandysbitch

Chris/Toby.

Chris and Toby both fantasise about what life might have been like if they'd met outside. Bittersweet.

"I don't think about it," Chris says.

*

"I think about it all the time," Toby says.

Tags:oz: beecher/keller

28th-Jan-2010 03:12 pm - Smallville

[When A Strawberry Is Pushed Into A Mountain] by Thamiris

Clark/Lex.

This is poetry-heavy, kind of dreamy, and generally lovely.

Never trust a calendar. Calendars, like poems and people, left a lot unsaid. Leaping over details, they championed Christmas and Thanksgiving, so that only living the days explained their mood. Clark had learned that Mondays were turtle days with heavy shells and slow steps, while Saturdays were sleeper days with a mellow start and a big finish. Fridays were the best, shorthand for weekend fun that stretched ahead like the road to Candyland.

This Friday, on the other hand, sucked like a mutant ant-eater. No mention of this in Clark's NBA Heroes of the Hardwood calendar, which just showed Jordan in a reverse lay-up happily winning a game while Clark's life used him like a basketball. Any more bouncing, and he'd file an official complaint with the universe.

The October weather didn't sympathize, spitting out rain like nails, the sky grey as Lex's favorite car, so blustery the windows chattered like teeth and blew everyone rockstar hair. Clark's lunch was the only dry thing around, a sawdust burger covered with a shriveled layer of cheese, Jurassic fries on the side. He ate it fast, chewing like a windup toy, mechanical bites that sank like stone. The blaring rain drowned the talk in the cafeteria, allowing only a muted buzz like a hive of sleepy bees.

The day lasted a decade, a dull, uptight one like the fifties, his classes boring him into the ground, his lit prof, a sadist in tweed, going a step further and assigning the world's most brain-numbing essay.

Tags:smallville: clark/lex

28th-Jan-2010 03:04 pm - Gundam Wing

[Freeport] by

maldoror_gw

Wufei/Duo.

This is an astounding piece of worldbuilding.

Duo Maxwell. Same face, same braid. Dressed in the khaki and tan work clothes of a scrap-dealing Sweeper. Wufei felt a touch of surprise: no signature black, except for a pair of tight leather gloves. No visible weapons. But he carried himself like he was armed.

He hadn't changed all that much.

As Duo took a few steps into the room, Wufei realized, belatedly, that Duo was no taller than he was, maybe even a hair shorter. The way he held himself, it was not immediately apparent.

Eyes, of that unusual shade of blue that Wufei remembered, were fixed on the Preventer. Duo wasn't smiling. "Please tell me that Heero is hiding behind the couch ready to jump out shouting 'Surprise!'"

"You think that's likely?"

"No, but that's the best outcome at this point."

Tags:fandom grab-bag

28th-Jan-2010 02:59 pm - Bandom

[An Inexplicable Occurrence Of Angels] by stele3

Frank/Gerard.

Awesome, awesome wing!fic, with a hilarious Frank and beautiful writing.

"Wait, wait – you're not leaving me here with – him." Gerard latches onto his arm, darting eyes at the lump of comforters and wings. "What if he, like, starts speaking in tongues or something?"

"I dunno. Speak in tongues back?"

Mikey Way, ladies and gentlemen: buy the wrong cereal and it's the end of the world. Drop an inexplicable angel and he wants to go shopping. "Fine," Gerard groans. "Leave me to get smited."

Mikey purses his lips, thinking. "I'm pretty sure it's 'smote.' Besides, he's, like, tiny. And he looks like he's twelve. I don't think he's here to smite us."

"Whatever," Gerard grumps. If Mikey's not going to spaz the hell out, neither is he. Much. "Go buy him some Decepticon gear, you freak."

The pale flash of a middle finger hails Mikey's departure. Then it's just Gerard, in his bedroom, alone with an angel. Only his life could be this weird. Part of him wants to crawl back into bed and pretend this was all a withdrawal-induced hallucination – but that would entail pushing the angel out of his bed, and Gerard's not so convinced about the whole no-smiting thing.

Oh, shit, the angel's watching him again, leaning forward to poke his chin over the edge of the comforter like a small animal emerging from its burrow. "Hi," Gerard greets uncertainly.

Tags:bandom: gerard/frank

28th-Jan-2010 02:49 pm - Hercules/SG-1

[Been There, Done That] by Martha Wilson

Gen.

This is fun: Iolaus gets accidentally pulled through a stargate and spends his time being awesome and telling the SG-1 team that Hercules is going to rescue him. Even though it's impossible. Because that is how cool Hercules is.

"Your new friend kicked Teal'c in the head," Janet explained grimly, backing off with the flashlight and picking up Jack's chart. "And I had to give him enough tranquilizer to take down an elephant, just so we could get the CAT scan."

"It is of no consequence," Teal'c said, unperturbed. His air of serenity suggested he had enjoyed the fight. "In a similar situation, I would have reacted in the same way."

"Anybody hurt?" Jack asked.

"Bruises, pride, and my budget, when I reorder all the broken equipment," Janet told him, not sounding thrilled.

"The CAT scan was negative?" Daniel demanded.

"No Goa'uld infestation, no traces of any kind of Goa'uld device," Janet confirmed grimly. "And I wasn't expecting that, let me tell you. We had to take him down with a tranquilizer gun. But he's human, as far as I can tell without time to go over the data more thoroughly."

Jack frowned up at Teal'c, who was probably a good head taller than their involuntary guest, if not more. "How'd he get up there?"

"I am not entirely certain, O'Neill. Many others were attempting to subdue him, and things were moving very quickly."

"He used Corporal Minelli to hit people." Janet waved her hands, still annoyed. "It was a nightmare. We'll be putting that ward back together for days."

Tags:fandom grab-bag, stargate sg-1: gen

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