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Winter Break Drabble Drive 2012/2013

It's Winter Break! And I have time and energy to write plus the desire to play in many fandoms. This means... Drabble drive! It's easy!

Step 1: You leave a comment to this entry with a prompt (this can be a word, phrase, tropes, picture, song, anything!) AND a fandom with or without a pairing.

Step 2: I write for you. Typically a drabble. May or may not be wintery fluff (it probably will be).

Step 3: I post it on AO3 & leave a reply with the link to your fic!

Taking prompts in ANY FANDOM I'M FAMILIAR WITH. Yes, even ones I've never written. If you think I can do it, prompt it. Millific too! Prompt as many times as you want, I prefer at least a few to work with, but keep in mind I won't be able to fill every prompt.

So, you know what I like... Prompt me please??

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I'm happy to prompt. Fill only the ones you want to. :-)

Michael with optional William-trust

Gus-sugar sweet on your tongue

Michael’s spent his whole life learning not to trust; well before it became his career he was taught that people lie, cheat, steal, and let you down.

But this is different, this kid… a kid living a man’s life and doing a damn good job of it. He tells himself that it’s because he wants to help him, but the truth is he sees himself in William’s eyes. And if he can’t trust himself, he can’t trust anyone.

The question is why the kid trusts him at all, a man with blood on his hands that the kid can’t know.

Caramel melts over his tongue –eyelids fluttering as he savors the warm flavor even as he’s slowly unwrapping its mate.

Come afternoon he’s worked through the Skittles in his desk and cuts the top off three Pixie Sticks to spill tangy blue and pink powder straight from the tubes onto his tongue – the candy equivalent of vodka shooters.

As the sugar melts, so sweet and perfect on his tongue – the lingering taste clinging well after the majority has dissolved – he’s left with a great idea. Sugar infused vodka with a candy heart at the bottom of the glass.

Be mine.

Shawn/Gus - warmth, hot chocolate, noise

Shawn/Gus/Jules - memories, under the covers, snowmen

Saturday morning cartoons, Gus rubs his sleepy eyes as he pushes Shawn over on the chair to slide in beside him under the thick afghan that somehow manages to wrap fully around them both as he snuggles even closer just like a quarter decade before.

Phineas and Ferb replaces Thundercats, but they still cling to mugs of hot cocoa – Captain America and Iron Man respectively – wound together in a way Shawn’s dad never liked.

Only this time, when Shawn brushes good-morning kisses against his ear he knows it’s not the misguided childish affection.

“Mmm, my Gus.”

“Love you,” he grins.

*squeee*

Aww boys. I do love cuddly domestic fic.

These are the things they’ll remember most, years later. Not the cases or even how really cool it is to be working together.

They’ll remember their first vacation together; Juliet eight month’s pregnant in the snow building a snowfamily – Snowman Gus with brown M&M eyes and licorice mouth, Snowman Shawn with perfectly sculpted hair and an old Froot Loops t-shirt, Snowwoman Jules with a little snowbaby wrapped in a green blanket she knitted herself while on maternity leave. Shawn and Gus even stop their snowball fight just to take pictures.

Later on, they’ll curl up under the covers of the rental cabin’s huge bed with Juliet in the middle, gently massaging her – touching and kissing until all three are spent and fall asleep wound together in a clutch of skin, blankets and love.

After their baby comes, the won’t tell it all about the labor scare at four in the morning and Juliet sobbing big, ugly tears when Shawn backs the SUV into their snow-family or Gus holding her hand as Shawn paces the hallways of the silent medical center until they’re told they should cut the vacation short. They’ll just break out the pictures of them red-faced and blissful.

I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW ADORABLE THIS IS.

Aquabats - sick days, waiting in line, cuddly

Spaced - lazy, unexpected sights, epiphanies

When the Battletram is devoid of the squabbling over bathrooms, who drank the last of the orange juice (Crash, we know it was you dude) and sugary cereal at six o’clock on Saturday morning, there can only be one thing wrong – but Jimmy, the robot, is ready when he arrives to the sick beds of four very ill Aquabats who can’t even make it to their beloved cartoons.

“I’m hot…” Eaglebones whimpers; “cuddle me, cold robot.”

“My head hurts…” the Bat Commander whines, “I need a hug.”

Ricky Fitness dry-heaves and shudders; “Hold me, Jimmy… in your unfeeling embrace.”

Crying into his wrinkled pajama sleeve, Crash doesn’t look very big at all when he asks; “Hugs?”

One by one, gathers them in front of the television like chicks in the nest with warm blankets and cool compresses, chicken soup from the can and little bottles of ginger ale and their favorite cartoons. One by one, they get their special hugs that only their robot can give and when they’re all tuckered out on the floor, dozing off the sniffles, the biggest little Aquabat nuzzles against his unfeeling robot skin and murmurs sleepily; “I love you, robot Jimmy.”

He is warm.

Gaaaah this is so cute I think I'm gonna die.

<3

The flat is their own wonderland after a spliff and an hour of Tomb Raider. Tim lays sprawled across the beanbag with Colin nuzzled into his lap snoring into his jacket pocket.

“Oh. My. God!” Daisy screams, sitting bolt upright from where she’d been lounging on the sofa; “Oh my God, Tim. I can’t believe you never told me before.”

Slowly, a blond eyebrow arches and he turns a pulled look toward her.

“All the awkward embraces, the way you take care of him and pack him lunches! The way he looks at you like there’s nobody else in the room…”

“What…” he shakes his head, licking away a stray smudge of chocolate from the devoured packet of digestives that he’d found in the cupboard. “What are you talking about?”

“The longing puppy-dog frown when you forget things…”

“Daisy, am I in this conversation?”

“You… you…” she giggles loudly, giving him an awkward, stoned wink. “You…”

Tim gulps loudly.

She flops back down on the couch and says; “How could I have been so stupid? So blind? Of course, it all makes so much bloody sense…”

“You’re not stupid… it was just a… I dunno… we don’t do it all the time.”

“You do! You lying bastard, you were doing it just last week when I came in your room! You’ve been eating Mike’s Hobnobs.”

The other eyebrow rises; “Is that some sort of obscure euphemism?”

Her grin spreads and she points at the empty wrapper. “Better buy more.

“Right. Of course. More biscuits.”

She giggles again, lying back on the sofa. “I’ll keep my lips sealed about it. Our secret.”

“You do that.” Tim shakes his head, flushing pink. “For a second there I thought you were going to say we’re lovers.”

“Don’t be stupid, Tim. Everyone knows that.”

Hee. OF COURSE they all know that.

Adorable.

Aww, that's totally *obvious* of course...

Burn Notice, Sam/Mike, lies

Burn Notice, Sam/Mike/Fi, best

Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila, des(s)erts

My Name is Bruce, Bruce/Kelly, Remake and redo

“You lied to me, Sam.” Michael says as he strips off his shirt – showing the battle scars that map across his skin like the story of his life.

He lowers his eyes into his half-empty bottle of beer. “You’d have done the same, brother. I told you what you needed to hear.”

“I needed the truth. I needed you to not work against me.”

Sam’s hand snaps out, grabbing his shoulder tight enough to leave a mark – staring him down. “I’m on your side, Mike. Even when you aren’t.”

He nods, slowly, leaning in until their lips touch. “I know.”

I love that this manages to be both very quiet and sensual in its own way.

<3 Thank you. That's just what I was going for. :)

It’s best when it’s the three of them at night, sleeping it off pressed together like layers of glass. The fan twists slowly overhead but makes nothing of their combined heat.

It’s best when Michael’s pinned between them, their cries mingling as Fiona lifts her hips into each thrust of Sam’s solid weight driving him in deeper.

It’s best when she smiles and laughs at them for trying to outlast her and never succeeding.

It’s best when Sam kisses him and then her, then starts over kissing her again and them him just to make it fair.

Together is best.

Indeed it is! Nummy.

He likes the little cakes best, drenched in honey like a child’s. Boorish, he’s content to shovel them one by one into his mouth with the most disturbing smacking of lips and licking of fingers. It’s all she can do to contain her revulsion as she takes dainty nibbles of her own.

Then he looks at her with those dark, penetrating eyes and follows a swig of drink with a brash; “Hey baby, what'da say we blow this popsicle stand and get something even sweeter?”

The tone of his voice is clear and she snaps back; “You’ve had quite enough.”

Oooh! (I kinda want more).

Hollywood’s full of ‘em, like a plague every five years or so the latest batch of remakes of movies that were garbage the first time around descends on the dumbasses ready to shovel over piles of cash for a new version that movie with that guy who was kinda funny and did some neat camera tricks. In return they get two hours of something vaguely reminiscent of a movie they liked when they were stoned stupid with twice as many tit shots.

His is slated for next March, starring Kelly as herself in a little black number half the film.

BUT DOES IT GET FOUR STARS FROM AIC NEWS?

3 stars, not enough tits.

Damn, all that money in ~~bribes~~ flattery, wasted!

Shawn, Gus, and eggnog.

Fiona/Michael - sex and pain

Sherlock, Moriarty, and loneliness.

Daisy/Tim/Mike - sorting things out

Penny/Amy Farrah-Fowler - telling the boyfriends

“It’s practically a family tradition, Gus. It’s like a law.” Shawn asserts, passing him the glass.

“I told you, Shawn, I’m not doin’ the nog this year. No way, no how. Last year I passed out under the Christmas tree.”

“I took care of you, man. I put your pants back on before your Mom found you.”

“You took pictures!”

“For my own personal, me only use.”

“You posted them on Facebook.”

“My own personal page, yes. Look, the point is – tradition!” He grinned, needling Gus in the ribs. “Bet you can’t drink five before seeing Santa.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

Ooh, this is so awesome!

Pink fingernails rake across his scalp, digging almost as deep as the red marks across his back as she pushes him harder against the wall. It’s not a new trick, just another interlude – the timeless mingling of pleasure and pain.

When she grinds her knee against the small of his back, his cock strains at the thick khaki fly – driving him down on all fours he begs for more and gets it. Small fists pounding his sides and shoulders, welts left across his thighs as she rides him mercilessly with a thick vibrating toy.

Then in tenderness, they make love.

Ooh, this is wonderful!

Solitude suits him well and the quiet and vast emptiness of looking out over his city is fitting of a man of his intellect.

That isn’t to say there are no notes of loneliness in his somber sonata. One grows weary waiting for a worthy opponent to play a game – and then the game itself necessitates such solitude. He sees, he thinks, that same glimmer of desire behind Sherlock Holmes’ eyes – that same emptiness that can only be filled by someone who understands the eternal catch of being either cat or mouse. In the end, only loneliness wins, together forever.

This is great! I love the analytic feel.

“No, we’re sorting this out right now!” Daisy asserts, glowering at the boys after sitting them at opposite ends of the sofa. “We’re talking about this.”

“Men don’t really talk about this sort of…” Tim starts only to have a pillow tossed at his head.

“Mike. You start.”

“Inauh…” he shrugs.

“Fine. Tim?”

“There’s nothing to start, it’s just sort of an organic thing…”

“There needs to be a plan! How are we supposed to make this work without organization?”

“It’s just sex; it’s not like a pub rotation…” Tim rolls his eyes, finally giving in. “Me and him first.”

Aw, super-cute!

Twin nervous grimaces twisted their lips as Leonard and Sheldon puzzled out what looked like a combination of Pictonary and hieroglyphics.

“I told you we should have texted them,” Penny hissed, waiting nearly ten minutes for Leonard to figure out the square thing with two squares at the top was a bed with stick figure girls in it.

“Penny. Amy.” Sheldon repeats, narrowing his eyes; “Plus bed…”

“Is that hot sauce?” Leonard squinted at a red bottle labeled XXX.

Amy giggled; “It definitely made me hot all over.”

“Shh… they’ll get it. There’s still two hours before the movie starts.”

I may have just laughed myself to death!

Psych, Henry/Karen, recovery

Burn Notice, Mike/Fi, 8 ball in the center pocket

It’s not waking up in the hospital that was the worst, or even the first few days of intense pain dulled by morphine. It’s getting up out of bed and forcing himself to use his shoulder, working with the damn therapist until it aches.

It’s going home and dropping a cup of coffee because he grabbed it with his weak side, then swearing at the shattered pieces until she puts her hand over his on the wet towel, squeezing gently.

“Relax, Henry.” She kisses his ear and a flush creeps across his scalp. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Sure.”

The line of her dress draped over her body is enough of a distraction on its own, but coupled with the slight rock of her hips as she leans across the table is too much.

“Call it,” Michael swallows, watching her slide the cue between thumb and forefinger already aimed at the black ball.

Rolling her eyes, she licks her lips theatrically before saying; “Eight ball. Straight down the center.”

It’s not the most natural shot, he’d go for the side at her angle, but she never did do things easy.

Crack. Thud.

“Dinner with your mother.”

“Double or nothing?”

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Winter Break Drabble Drive 2012/2013

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Michael & William: Trustworthy

Gus: Candy Drunk

leaving a few for each

Shawn/Gus: Warm Cocoa

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Shawn/Gus/Juliet Happy-Verse: Snowmen Double Drabble

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and a few more....

"Human Robots are In... Human" (Aquabats, gen)

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"Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen)

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"Sides" (Burn Notice, Sam/Mike. G)

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"Best" (Burn Notice, Mike/Fi/Sam, Explicit.)

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"Desserts" (Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila. G)

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"Coming Attractions" (My Name is Bruce, Bruce/Kelly. Teen)

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"Fa-la-la-no" (Psych. Shawn & Gus. Gen)

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Owned (Burn Notice, Fiona/Michael. Explicit)

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Cat and Mouse (BBC Sherlock, Moriarty, G)

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Not Difficult (Spaced, Daisy/Tim/Mike. Teen)

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Drawing it Out (BBT, Penny/Amy. Teen)

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Recovery (Psych, Henry/Karen. Gen)

Wager (Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona. Teen)