Happy Birthday Nell!
Today is the 25th natal anniversary of my darling 
zeenell. Since that's a pretty big deal, I figured I'd celebrate by giving her a pretty big recs list of some of her favorite supernatural related tropes in some of her favorite fandoms/pairings, with a few reaaaaaaaaaally random things thrown in. Happy Birthday bb - I can't wait to give you a hug at BP. ♥
Zombies
the time will come when the day is done by moogle62 (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark is clutching the phone so hard his fingers hurt.
"Wardo," he says, as steadily as he can. "Wardo, where are you?"
Even in the midst of the fucking zombie apocalypse, he still can't ask if Eduardo's okay. Which is horrible, because he probably isn't. Mark isn't. Still, he should ask: he wants to have the right to ask.
Is This a Zombie Which I See Before Me? by
isagel (Slings and Arrows, gen)
"I thought he was one of your extras!" Geoffrey snapped. "I should have known from the smell, but there was a definite odour coming from your rehearsal room last week, and I didn't want to make the poor bastard's life harder by mentioning it, and then he growled and tried to bite me!"
zombies will never hurt you (yeah right) by kelene (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin)
"Arthur!" Morgana yells, "That's a person, Arthur!" She scrabbles for his hands on the steering wheel, jerking the car to one side before Arthur can gain back control. "For heaven's sake, stop." He shakes her off, intent on ignoring her, but the figure is still there- still waving, and he's actually hurrying toward the car. As if the speeding vehicle were not bearing down on him at a speed unlikely to indicate intention to stop. It can't be a person, no living person would be so stupid. But as he gets close, Arthur can see the wide, clear eyes- terrified but determined, and the lips forming the shapes of please, and stop.
Already regretting it as he does it, Arthur lets his foot slam down on the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching stop barely an inch before the man's knees. They stare at each other, the noise of the engine rumbling and loud, no doubt attracting unwanted attention. Arthur is frozen with the knowledge that he has almost just intentionally run down a person in the street, and the man just stands there, breathing hard as if he can't quite believe he's still standing. Then Morgana's throwing open the passenger's door, scrambling out and hurrying forward. Arthur follows, silently cursing Morgana and her bloody bleeding heart.
"Merlin," the man's saying as he rounds the front of the car. "My name's Merlin, thank you for stopping, God, for a minute I thought-"
House of the Living by
astolat (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"This is not fucking Night of the Living Dead!" Adam said. "These are people. They're sick. And you seriously want to go around shooting them?"
"There's no cure for this thing," Sarver said.
"That's what they said about AIDS," Adam said. "They only spotted this thing at all four days ago. For all you know they just need a fucking retroviral cocktail."
Welcome to Planet Motherfucker by nokomis305 (Mindless Self Indulgence/My Chemical Romance, Lyn-Z/Gerard, Jimmy/Chantal)
The crowd was thinner than the night before, which Lyn-Z took as a sign that they needed to leave town soon. It was too easy to wear out your welcome, and kids dying on their way to the show was a good indicator that the welcome mat was gone.
None of the kids in the audience looked scared. They never did. That was why Lyn-Z loved doing this, why she put everything on the line to play in this fucking band.
She got to look out every night at defiance and anger instead of fear.
The Risen by adellyna (pan-bandom, Jon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard)
Ray finally leans forward and says, "Katie's got this patient in the infirmary."
Ryland and Brendon both nod solemnly, like that means something other than the immediate - and very welcome - mental image of Katie Kay in a tiny nurse's outfit.
"She, like." Ray kind of hesitates. He spins his mug around on the table and leans forward a little more and says, "Keep it on the down-low, please, but this lady got bit by something on Patrick's tour and has, like, this really nasty infection. It keeps spreading, I guess. And the people who are with her got it too? So they think maybe it wasn't really a bite, because the other people have the same kind of lesion."
"Ew," Brendon says, really fucking heartfelt.
Ryland nods and they both lean forward when Ray does it again, bent so far over the table their foreheads are practically touching. "And then, I guess, we got out of the harbor back there like, an hour before they quarantined the area? Like, if we'd waited another thirty minutes or so, we would have run into the fucking Coast Guard or something and been stuck in fucking Panama for fuck only knows how long."
Androids/Robots
Relevant Interests by
blackeyedgirl (Leverage, Eliot/Hardison)
When Hardison's done, he sits back in his chair. "So. You're an android. This explains a lot, actually. Or not. Why have I - why hasn't anyone here - figured this out already? You get beat up for a living."
"I beat up other people for a living. I'm really good."
Changing Parameters by janonny (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“As an android created in an unauthorized project, the US government might try to destroy me now that my existence is on the verge of public knowledge, and I suspect Peter Thiel is going to try to take Eyebook away from me on the same grounds,” explains Mark, trying to be succinct but comprehensive.
For a good 25.68 seconds, Eduardo gapes at him before regaining his voice. “What the hell? Mark, it’s just a joke when people call you a robot. How long have you been awake?”
In Every Line of Code by
lc2l (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
"Seriously," Mark said. "A robot. You're a carefully engineered piece of hardware and software from Cybernet industries programmed to be the best friend money can buy. I filled out a whole personality profile and they built you to match up with me."
Wardo's smile faltered a little but he covered it with a nervous laugh.
"You're the new big thing," Mark continued. "What upper middle class parents get their children for their birthdays."
Clockwork Heart by addandsubtract (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark sighs. “The transmitter is a cluster of partially-organic microchips, injected into the body shortly after birth. If it’s tampered with physically, it detonates. It’s likely that the purpose was originally to keep any sympathetic personage employed by your father from removing it before it had completely fused to your spine. Of course, that was when you were young. Now it’s just a safety precaution.”
Besides, Eduardo thinks, if anyone cut into me I’d be as good as worthless to him. Eduardo grasps the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turn white.
“Okay,” Eduardo says, forcing his voice calm. “How do you get rid of it?”
Superheroes
In the Alley It Ain't That Cheap by
mahoni (Panic! at the Disco/My Chemical Romance, Bob/Gerard, Brendon/Jon)
"Robin," Brendon wheezed. "You're. You're. Robin?"
He caught the flash of a crooked smile dimly lit by the last shreds of sunset. "If you say so, dude."
It was not the most comforting response Brendon could have gotten.
Superhero 'verse by cest-what (Panic! at the Disco/The Like, Ryan/Z, Charlotte/Tennessee)
He bit his lip. "You're The Letter, aren't you?" he said. His eyes had gone to the silver Z sewn onto her mask, almost hidden beneath the fall of hair at her temple.
"Z," she said. "I go by Z. I don't even know where - whatever, it doesn't matter. Can you see any emergency crew out there?" She shifted her hands again, the ceiling creaking alarmingly once more. "This is getting kind of heavy."
He glanced towards the door, making no move to actually leave her side to look in a helpful way. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe." He looked back at her. "Nobody knows anything about you." He hugged his arms. "You never give interviews. You're really The Letter, right?"
Z tipped her head back. "Z," she said. "How hard is that for people to remember? It's the one at the end of the alphabet, you can't lose it. Also it's sewn onto my costume." Mask, whatever. A mask was practically a costume. Z wasn't going to bind herself to wearing the same outfit on every job, that was crazy.
The Amazing Hipster Man by
hapakitsune (Social Network RPF, Andrew/Jesse)
"Yeah. You're good at following directions," Jesse said inanely. He adjusted his backpack and blinked up at Spiderman. “Thanks for, um. Rescuing me from those guys.”
Somehow, Jesse could tell that the masked man was grinning. "No problem." His voice sounded kind of weird, like he was trying to disguise it. "I'll see you around."
"Right," Jesse said and watched as Spiderman threw himself off the building, whooping as he went. He shook his head in disbelief, then made his way down into his apartment. He fed his cats, made himself dinner, and then read until he fell asleep on his desk.
Boy Falls from the Sky by
lc2l (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Jones scratches his head. "Tests, obviously. You'd have to go into quarantine for a month or so, at least until we know more. Obviously we'd need your consent for any invasive tests but if you show me the bite we can start now."
"I wasn't," Eduardo lied. "I wasn't bitten. I was just asking, really." He grabbed his bag off the floor. "I'm late for a business meeting but let me know what you find, okay?"
He was CFO of a company now. He had responsibilities and thus far the most notable side effect of his magic spider bite was the ability to do a perfect back flip. Not exactly the stuff apocalypses were made of.
The Show Must Go On; or, Yeah Capes! by cjmarlowe (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
Nine times out of ten Kris would be the one to fall asleep first, but tonight is the tenth time, and as Adam's body grows lax, as his arm falls out beside him over the edge of the bed and as the blankets twist with his body to expose a little more skin, Kris gets to watch him for once.
"If I wasn't here," he says quietly, when he's absolutely certain Adam is asleep, "I'd be up in the clouds right now. I'd be looking out for the world and wondering if that's all I was ever going to be."
He feels a little guilty, a little selfish, for wanting to add 'this is better' but it's at least halfway true all the same.
Soulbonds and assorted mindmelds
Shout it Out Loud by
dreamlittleyo (X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik)
He feels it the instant Charles latches onto him, his thoughts and memories. The touch is unthinking and vicious, and Erik inhales sharply. He should let go-physically he should let go-but he doesn't remember how. He's not sure it would make a difference.
"Charles, stop," he gasps, staring into Charles's eyes, feeling his friend twist deeper past his natural defenses. "What are you doing?"
And then the force of Charles's mind surges around him-grasping and cacophonous-and Erik feels himself coming apart. It's too much, too intense. It feels like Charles is trying to crawl in beneath his skin, and might even be succeeding, and god, it hurts. It hurts like nothing Erik has ever experienced in a lifetime of too much pain, and Erik falls forward as the world swirls to broken chaos.
Share Function by
blackeyedgirl (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark has an entire team of lawyers, and no one can tell him what the hell happened with this contract. They can’t tell him who had approval of the final draft, or where this codicil came from - more importantly they can’t tell him how it’s doing this.
“This makes no sense.”
Mark wonders when the last time he and Eduardo agreed was, and he says that.
Superconnected by oflights (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? Where would you be happiest? Go there, and I have a feeling the headache will go away.”
Eduardo thinks about this, even after he has left the neurologist’s office and suffered through the headache at work and asked Myra where she went on her last vacation (Disney World, which is utterly unhelpful). He lies in bed that night and tries to remember where he was last truly happy, and he thinks of the beach in Miami, the sun in São Paulo, the sticky rain in Singapore. He tries very hard not to think of frosty winter nights in Cambridge, of snuggling under thin quilts in narrow single beds, of icy cold toes poking into his calves, but does think of it and feels the headache flash a bit, like a bolt of lightning in his skull. He presses his eyes closed, doesn’t notice they’re tearing until he feels the pillow damp beneath his cheek.
He barely sleeps that night, and when the gritty, gray morning sunlight sifts through his blinds, he digs an atlas out of a crate in one of his closets, opens up to a map, closes his eyes and points at anywhere.
Crash Into Me by
lc2l &
paraka (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"Kristopher? Kristopher, my name is Dr. Sanders. I represent Holly Fields hospital and I need you to understand that the establishment takes no responsibility for what has happened to you and you have no grounds to pursue legal action against us." The man sounds uncomfortable, as though he's reading from some kind of script. "Due to the unusual circumstances of the procedure you are allowed to request a removal at any time."
I have no idea what you're talking about, Kris thinks.
"He doesn't understand," Adam says. "I won't disappear or anything, I just really need a drink right now and - no, you're not fucking dead how many fucking times do I have to say it?"
Kris blinks because he is almost positive he didn't say anything that time, he was just quietly wondering if maybe this was hell and hell was just confusion and awkwardness forever.
Après moi le deluge by
lake (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
He must look green, because someone howls, "Dude, the Captain's gonna hurl all over Brad!", and then Brad's grabbing him and pulling him down onto the sofa. The pain is gone as quickly as it had surfaced. "You're not gonna barf on me, are you?" Brad asks. He doesn't sound too alarmed.
"No," Nate huffs. The room spins a little, so he props his shoulder against Brad's. "I've had this headache for weeks, and tequila must have cured it because my head sure felt fine when I was laying on the floor, but then I stood up and it came back! But now it's gone again."
He's not sure that made any sense. Brad stares at him, a funny look on his face. Nate is too drunk to come up with what kind of look it actually is. "What?" he asks Brad.
A Soul inslav'd so many wayes by
petra (DCU, Tim/Kon, Dick/Babs, Bruce/Dick, Bruce/Jason)
Various diabolical masterminds hit on soulbonds as the première offensive weapon.
oriented towards the other by
hapakitsune (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“You have the capacity to understand human emotion better than most and yet you choose not to,” Marilyn explains to him later when he asks about it. “You have to know that won’t look good to a jury.”
“I almost died because of my powers,” Mark reminds her. He knows what she means, though. He’s had people ask him before why his shields are so tightly built - tighter than they need to be, really - and he doesn’t really have a good reason for them other than habit.
“Yes,” Marilyn says, inclining her head in acknowledgement. “And under any other circumstances, that would get you some sympathy. But he was your best friend and you couldn’t even bother to try to understand him.”
Biconvex & related drabbles by
fahye (White Collar, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth)
"He's, ha, just wait until you hear this." Peter wiped his mouth, largely so that he could use the pause for effect. "Neal Caffrey is a sensate."
Elizabeth, being faster and much more sensible than him -- God, she was amazing, how the hell had he landed this woman? -- bypassed most of the elaborate disbelief that Peter had worked through, and simply set her fork down next to her plate. "And a shielder?"
"Apparently."
"That's -- well." She tilted her head. "That's something. Unregistered, of course."
"No lens," he agreed. "Just enough skill that he can wield it without one, to a very limited extent."
Elizabeth leaned forward, food forgotten for the moment, her chin propped in one hand. "He called you to the prison to tell you this?"
"And to make a proposal." Peter took a deep breath. "El. How would you feel about my taking on a second link?"
Men Must Not Divide by
arsenicjade (White Collar, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth)
“I’m fused with my wife, Neal. You know that.”
Neal did know that. He remembered the first time he’d found out, the irrational pang of jealousy that he’d put down with two bottles of cheap Cabernet and a long, long session of making Kate scream his name. “This wouldn’t affect that. It wouldn’t affect anything for you. It’s a one-way fuse, unbreakable like the two ways, but less sharp than them. Because I’m fused to you, you can feel basic emotion and locate me. That’s it.”
“You’ve never met a lock you couldn’t pick.”
Neal tried to keep his tone even, but he’d had a rough couple of months. “You flatter yourself. I’m not going to risk brain damage just to get away from you.”
Time Travel
The second of our reign by cala_jane & noelia_g (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
"There is no way we can send a team through the enemy lines now, the campus is heavily guarded, and we don't even really know where the thing they're looking for is at the moment. But we know where it was in 1998."
"Alright," Brad nods quickly. "And that helps us how?"
Nate smiles, he can't help it. This is going to sound completely ridiculous, but there you are. "After you assemble your team, you'll be going to Dartmouth, to locate and destroy the tech the Mainframe scouts are looking for. Dartmouth in 1998 to be precise."
Brad doesn't even move a muscle, his expression impassive as he holds Nate's gaze. "James Cameron is going to sue," he says finally.
Butterfly Kiss by
china_shop (White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Caffrey's frown deepened. He wasn't even trying to charm his way out of getting caught. "Peter? Is he all right? He looks different."
"No one said anything about a head injury." El was frowning too. "Honey, what's the last thing you remember?"
"We opened the Dutchman's safe, and there was an explosion," said Peter, not taking his eyes off Caffrey. "Where's my phone?"
"The Dutchman was five years ago. He must have amnesia." Caffrey moved around El so he was right by the head of the bed. He reached out and ran confident fingers over Peter's scalp, presumably searching for damage. "I can't find anything. What year is it?"
change of time by oflights (The Social Network, Mark/Dustin)
“You mean like, test subjects?”
“I mean time-travelers,” Erica says, and the air seems to go still for a minute. Then Mark is chuckling sort of darkly.
“Ah, okay. I get it now. You want some high profile believers to legitimize your study, endorse you while the rest of the world is laughing. I think you actually want to talk to my PR department, I don’t really deal with this kind of stuff directly-”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Erica snaps, and that shuts Mark right up, his spine straightening immediately. Dustin gives in to temptation and wraps his arm around the small of Mark’s back, giving Erica a warning look. She sighs and shakes her head. “Look, this isn’t meant to be public, or I would have gone to your PR department. That’s not the point of this. Like I said, my job is to approve candidates, and when I think of people who might have legitimate reasons to want to go back in time and fix some past mistakes, you’re honestly the first person who comes to mind.”
Supernatural Beings (Vampires and werewolves and unicorns, oh my!)
Mister Sparkles by
ignipes (Supernatural, Sam/Dean)
"Okay, kids," Dean said, pushing away from the fence and strolling over to them. "Show's over. Go on, get out of here. Mr. Sparkles needs some quiet pasture time, and you're annoying him."
"We are not!" one girl cried in protest.
Another insisted, "We're taking good care of him!"
"Unicorns can't be boys," one very small girl piped up indignantly. "It's not allowed!"
Fire Dancing by
stele3 (American Idol/Panic! at the Disco, Adam/Spencer)
Adam's skin didn't prickle, that was a strictly human reaction, but he imagined the feeling. Well, that was quite the image, wasn't it?
He didn't cut in. He didn't have to. People knew him, even in certain human circles; he owned the fucking club, after all, and had made a point of inviting both sides to party at Idol. He stood behind the guy and smiled, pointedly keeping his teeth tucked away. It didn't take long for the African queens to sidle off, and then that long bare throat was craning Adam's way, blue eyes squinting then widening in shock.
Apparently he had a good memory for people he'd tried to kill.
So Just Let It Happen by
flyingthesky (The Social Network, Chris/Dustin, Mark/Eduardo)
The surprising part about Dustin being a werewolf isn't exactly the fact that he is one. It's the fact that once you learn that he is one, it doesn't really change anything at all unless it's suddenly understanding why Dustin disappears for an entire night when it's a full moon. He still sucks at Mario Kart, still is kind of a frenetic guy that doesn't always think before he speaks and still irritates Mark. So there's that.
Answered Questions by
teland (DCU, Bruce/Dick)
"I don't. I don't need to feed."
Dick blinks. "Okay? That wasn't really what I was talking about --"
"I. It's become... a kind of foreplay. With -- Prime."
The Moon is a Blind Eye by novembersmith (Generation Kill, Brad/Ray)
“Are you alright?” Brad asked hoarsely, and pulled himself up into a sitting position. And fuck, he ached all over, a bone-deep throb that felt like the flu coming on, and he remembered that, at least. Yesterday afternoon, he’d passed on meeting Poke and Rudy for basketball, annoyed at his own immune system for betraying him. He’d curled up on the couch and chugged a carton of orange juice. He was pretty sure vodka hadn’t been involved, and he was absolutely sure that he’d been clothed at the time. But that was it. The next thing he remembered, he was here. Naked at Ray’s feet.
So that was weird.
“Shit, Brad, you coulda knocked if you wanted a booty call,” Ray said finally, voice higher than normal. “I - are you okay? Fuck, should I call someone?”
Bravo Two as a wolf pack by Anon (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
There are rules.
This is the part where Ray would say they’re more guidelines but Ray has a pressing need to fill the void in his head with words and Walt knows better anyway. They are definitely rules.
The first is that you listen to the Alpha. It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree or if you have another idea or if you just like to talk. If the Alpha talks you listen and then you do. This isn’t about democracy, it’s about survival. You listen.
The second is that you take care of each other. Always. This one’s easy. It’s something written in your blood.
These are the only rules and they have to be followed. Under Encino Man this didn’t work too well when he made you choose between them. Under Encino Man a lot of things didn’t work really well.
(Ray would put an innuendo here. Walt isn’t going to but he wants you to know Ray would have.)
Therianthropy by
akamine_chan (My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy, Pete/Mikey/Alicia)
Like called to like and Pete had found Alicia first, met his match in her fierce dark eyes and lush mouth. She took him hunting and showed him how to run free under the stars.
Alicia and Pete met Mikey later and they loved him. They fought over him, with words and claws and teeth, until he appeared in their midst and demanded their submission.
falling slowly (upwards spiral) by jeyhawk (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"Adam is a PR dream. Rockstar and lycanthrope. The epitome of a well-adjusted wolf and one that lives his life under close scrutiny at that. It's amazing, except…"
Kris can guess where this is going and he doesn't like it. He really doesn't like it.
"He's spiraling out of control."
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zeenell. Since that's a pretty big deal, I figured I'd celebrate by giving her a pretty big recs list of some of her favorite supernatural related tropes in some of her favorite fandoms/pairings, with a few reaaaaaaaaaally random things thrown in. Happy Birthday bb - I can't wait to give you a hug at BP. ♥
Zombies
the time will come when the day is done by moogle62 (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark is clutching the phone so hard his fingers hurt.
"Wardo," he says, as steadily as he can. "Wardo, where are you?"
Even in the midst of the fucking zombie apocalypse, he still can't ask if Eduardo's okay. Which is horrible, because he probably isn't. Mark isn't. Still, he should ask: he wants to have the right to ask.
Is This a Zombie Which I See Before Me? by
isagel (Slings and Arrows, gen)
"I thought he was one of your extras!" Geoffrey snapped. "I should have known from the smell, but there was a definite odour coming from your rehearsal room last week, and I didn't want to make the poor bastard's life harder by mentioning it, and then he growled and tried to bite me!"
zombies will never hurt you (yeah right) by kelene (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin)
"Arthur!" Morgana yells, "That's a person, Arthur!" She scrabbles for his hands on the steering wheel, jerking the car to one side before Arthur can gain back control. "For heaven's sake, stop." He shakes her off, intent on ignoring her, but the figure is still there- still waving, and he's actually hurrying toward the car. As if the speeding vehicle were not bearing down on him at a speed unlikely to indicate intention to stop. It can't be a person, no living person would be so stupid. But as he gets close, Arthur can see the wide, clear eyes- terrified but determined, and the lips forming the shapes of please, and stop.
Already regretting it as he does it, Arthur lets his foot slam down on the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching stop barely an inch before the man's knees. They stare at each other, the noise of the engine rumbling and loud, no doubt attracting unwanted attention. Arthur is frozen with the knowledge that he has almost just intentionally run down a person in the street, and the man just stands there, breathing hard as if he can't quite believe he's still standing. Then Morgana's throwing open the passenger's door, scrambling out and hurrying forward. Arthur follows, silently cursing Morgana and her bloody bleeding heart.
"Merlin," the man's saying as he rounds the front of the car. "My name's Merlin, thank you for stopping, God, for a minute I thought-"
House of the Living by
astolat (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"This is not fucking Night of the Living Dead!" Adam said. "These are people. They're sick. And you seriously want to go around shooting them?"
"There's no cure for this thing," Sarver said.
"That's what they said about AIDS," Adam said. "They only spotted this thing at all four days ago. For all you know they just need a fucking retroviral cocktail."
Welcome to Planet Motherfucker by nokomis305 (Mindless Self Indulgence/My Chemical Romance, Lyn-Z/Gerard, Jimmy/Chantal)
The crowd was thinner than the night before, which Lyn-Z took as a sign that they needed to leave town soon. It was too easy to wear out your welcome, and kids dying on their way to the show was a good indicator that the welcome mat was gone.
None of the kids in the audience looked scared. They never did. That was why Lyn-Z loved doing this, why she put everything on the line to play in this fucking band.
She got to look out every night at defiance and anger instead of fear.
The Risen by adellyna (pan-bandom, Jon/Spencer, Frank/Gerard)
Ray finally leans forward and says, "Katie's got this patient in the infirmary."
Ryland and Brendon both nod solemnly, like that means something other than the immediate - and very welcome - mental image of Katie Kay in a tiny nurse's outfit.
"She, like." Ray kind of hesitates. He spins his mug around on the table and leans forward a little more and says, "Keep it on the down-low, please, but this lady got bit by something on Patrick's tour and has, like, this really nasty infection. It keeps spreading, I guess. And the people who are with her got it too? So they think maybe it wasn't really a bite, because the other people have the same kind of lesion."
"Ew," Brendon says, really fucking heartfelt.
Ryland nods and they both lean forward when Ray does it again, bent so far over the table their foreheads are practically touching. "And then, I guess, we got out of the harbor back there like, an hour before they quarantined the area? Like, if we'd waited another thirty minutes or so, we would have run into the fucking Coast Guard or something and been stuck in fucking Panama for fuck only knows how long."
Androids/Robots
Relevant Interests by
blackeyedgirl (Leverage, Eliot/Hardison)
When Hardison's done, he sits back in his chair. "So. You're an android. This explains a lot, actually. Or not. Why have I - why hasn't anyone here - figured this out already? You get beat up for a living."
"I beat up other people for a living. I'm really good."
Changing Parameters by janonny (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“As an android created in an unauthorized project, the US government might try to destroy me now that my existence is on the verge of public knowledge, and I suspect Peter Thiel is going to try to take Eyebook away from me on the same grounds,” explains Mark, trying to be succinct but comprehensive.
For a good 25.68 seconds, Eduardo gapes at him before regaining his voice. “What the hell? Mark, it’s just a joke when people call you a robot. How long have you been awake?”
In Every Line of Code by
lc2l (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
"Seriously," Mark said. "A robot. You're a carefully engineered piece of hardware and software from Cybernet industries programmed to be the best friend money can buy. I filled out a whole personality profile and they built you to match up with me."
Wardo's smile faltered a little but he covered it with a nervous laugh.
"You're the new big thing," Mark continued. "What upper middle class parents get their children for their birthdays."
Clockwork Heart by addandsubtract (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark sighs. “The transmitter is a cluster of partially-organic microchips, injected into the body shortly after birth. If it’s tampered with physically, it detonates. It’s likely that the purpose was originally to keep any sympathetic personage employed by your father from removing it before it had completely fused to your spine. Of course, that was when you were young. Now it’s just a safety precaution.”
Besides, Eduardo thinks, if anyone cut into me I’d be as good as worthless to him. Eduardo grasps the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turn white.
“Okay,” Eduardo says, forcing his voice calm. “How do you get rid of it?”
Superheroes
In the Alley It Ain't That Cheap by
mahoni (Panic! at the Disco/My Chemical Romance, Bob/Gerard, Brendon/Jon)
"Robin," Brendon wheezed. "You're. You're. Robin?"
He caught the flash of a crooked smile dimly lit by the last shreds of sunset. "If you say so, dude."
It was not the most comforting response Brendon could have gotten.
Superhero 'verse by cest-what (Panic! at the Disco/The Like, Ryan/Z, Charlotte/Tennessee)
He bit his lip. "You're The Letter, aren't you?" he said. His eyes had gone to the silver Z sewn onto her mask, almost hidden beneath the fall of hair at her temple.
"Z," she said. "I go by Z. I don't even know where - whatever, it doesn't matter. Can you see any emergency crew out there?" She shifted her hands again, the ceiling creaking alarmingly once more. "This is getting kind of heavy."
He glanced towards the door, making no move to actually leave her side to look in a helpful way. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe." He looked back at her. "Nobody knows anything about you." He hugged his arms. "You never give interviews. You're really The Letter, right?"
Z tipped her head back. "Z," she said. "How hard is that for people to remember? It's the one at the end of the alphabet, you can't lose it. Also it's sewn onto my costume." Mask, whatever. A mask was practically a costume. Z wasn't going to bind herself to wearing the same outfit on every job, that was crazy.
The Amazing Hipster Man by
hapakitsune (Social Network RPF, Andrew/Jesse)
"Yeah. You're good at following directions," Jesse said inanely. He adjusted his backpack and blinked up at Spiderman. “Thanks for, um. Rescuing me from those guys.”
Somehow, Jesse could tell that the masked man was grinning. "No problem." His voice sounded kind of weird, like he was trying to disguise it. "I'll see you around."
"Right," Jesse said and watched as Spiderman threw himself off the building, whooping as he went. He shook his head in disbelief, then made his way down into his apartment. He fed his cats, made himself dinner, and then read until he fell asleep on his desk.
Boy Falls from the Sky by
lc2l (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Jones scratches his head. "Tests, obviously. You'd have to go into quarantine for a month or so, at least until we know more. Obviously we'd need your consent for any invasive tests but if you show me the bite we can start now."
"I wasn't," Eduardo lied. "I wasn't bitten. I was just asking, really." He grabbed his bag off the floor. "I'm late for a business meeting but let me know what you find, okay?"
He was CFO of a company now. He had responsibilities and thus far the most notable side effect of his magic spider bite was the ability to do a perfect back flip. Not exactly the stuff apocalypses were made of.
The Show Must Go On; or, Yeah Capes! by cjmarlowe (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
Nine times out of ten Kris would be the one to fall asleep first, but tonight is the tenth time, and as Adam's body grows lax, as his arm falls out beside him over the edge of the bed and as the blankets twist with his body to expose a little more skin, Kris gets to watch him for once.
"If I wasn't here," he says quietly, when he's absolutely certain Adam is asleep, "I'd be up in the clouds right now. I'd be looking out for the world and wondering if that's all I was ever going to be."
He feels a little guilty, a little selfish, for wanting to add 'this is better' but it's at least halfway true all the same.
Soulbonds and assorted mindmelds
Shout it Out Loud by
dreamlittleyo (X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik)
He feels it the instant Charles latches onto him, his thoughts and memories. The touch is unthinking and vicious, and Erik inhales sharply. He should let go-physically he should let go-but he doesn't remember how. He's not sure it would make a difference.
"Charles, stop," he gasps, staring into Charles's eyes, feeling his friend twist deeper past his natural defenses. "What are you doing?"
And then the force of Charles's mind surges around him-grasping and cacophonous-and Erik feels himself coming apart. It's too much, too intense. It feels like Charles is trying to crawl in beneath his skin, and might even be succeeding, and god, it hurts. It hurts like nothing Erik has ever experienced in a lifetime of too much pain, and Erik falls forward as the world swirls to broken chaos.
Share Function by
blackeyedgirl (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
Mark has an entire team of lawyers, and no one can tell him what the hell happened with this contract. They can’t tell him who had approval of the final draft, or where this codicil came from - more importantly they can’t tell him how it’s doing this.
“This makes no sense.”
Mark wonders when the last time he and Eduardo agreed was, and he says that.
Superconnected by oflights (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? Where would you be happiest? Go there, and I have a feeling the headache will go away.”
Eduardo thinks about this, even after he has left the neurologist’s office and suffered through the headache at work and asked Myra where she went on her last vacation (Disney World, which is utterly unhelpful). He lies in bed that night and tries to remember where he was last truly happy, and he thinks of the beach in Miami, the sun in São Paulo, the sticky rain in Singapore. He tries very hard not to think of frosty winter nights in Cambridge, of snuggling under thin quilts in narrow single beds, of icy cold toes poking into his calves, but does think of it and feels the headache flash a bit, like a bolt of lightning in his skull. He presses his eyes closed, doesn’t notice they’re tearing until he feels the pillow damp beneath his cheek.
He barely sleeps that night, and when the gritty, gray morning sunlight sifts through his blinds, he digs an atlas out of a crate in one of his closets, opens up to a map, closes his eyes and points at anywhere.
Crash Into Me by
lc2l &
paraka (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"Kristopher? Kristopher, my name is Dr. Sanders. I represent Holly Fields hospital and I need you to understand that the establishment takes no responsibility for what has happened to you and you have no grounds to pursue legal action against us." The man sounds uncomfortable, as though he's reading from some kind of script. "Due to the unusual circumstances of the procedure you are allowed to request a removal at any time."
I have no idea what you're talking about, Kris thinks.
"He doesn't understand," Adam says. "I won't disappear or anything, I just really need a drink right now and - no, you're not fucking dead how many fucking times do I have to say it?"
Kris blinks because he is almost positive he didn't say anything that time, he was just quietly wondering if maybe this was hell and hell was just confusion and awkwardness forever.
Après moi le deluge by
lake (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
He must look green, because someone howls, "Dude, the Captain's gonna hurl all over Brad!", and then Brad's grabbing him and pulling him down onto the sofa. The pain is gone as quickly as it had surfaced. "You're not gonna barf on me, are you?" Brad asks. He doesn't sound too alarmed.
"No," Nate huffs. The room spins a little, so he props his shoulder against Brad's. "I've had this headache for weeks, and tequila must have cured it because my head sure felt fine when I was laying on the floor, but then I stood up and it came back! But now it's gone again."
He's not sure that made any sense. Brad stares at him, a funny look on his face. Nate is too drunk to come up with what kind of look it actually is. "What?" he asks Brad.
A Soul inslav'd so many wayes by
petra (DCU, Tim/Kon, Dick/Babs, Bruce/Dick, Bruce/Jason)
Various diabolical masterminds hit on soulbonds as the première offensive weapon.
oriented towards the other by
hapakitsune (The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo)
“You have the capacity to understand human emotion better than most and yet you choose not to,” Marilyn explains to him later when he asks about it. “You have to know that won’t look good to a jury.”
“I almost died because of my powers,” Mark reminds her. He knows what she means, though. He’s had people ask him before why his shields are so tightly built - tighter than they need to be, really - and he doesn’t really have a good reason for them other than habit.
“Yes,” Marilyn says, inclining her head in acknowledgement. “And under any other circumstances, that would get you some sympathy. But he was your best friend and you couldn’t even bother to try to understand him.”
Biconvex & related drabbles by
fahye (White Collar, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth)
"He's, ha, just wait until you hear this." Peter wiped his mouth, largely so that he could use the pause for effect. "Neal Caffrey is a sensate."
Elizabeth, being faster and much more sensible than him -- God, she was amazing, how the hell had he landed this woman? -- bypassed most of the elaborate disbelief that Peter had worked through, and simply set her fork down next to her plate. "And a shielder?"
"Apparently."
"That's -- well." She tilted her head. "That's something. Unregistered, of course."
"No lens," he agreed. "Just enough skill that he can wield it without one, to a very limited extent."
Elizabeth leaned forward, food forgotten for the moment, her chin propped in one hand. "He called you to the prison to tell you this?"
"And to make a proposal." Peter took a deep breath. "El. How would you feel about my taking on a second link?"
Men Must Not Divide by
arsenicjade (White Collar, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth)
“I’m fused with my wife, Neal. You know that.”
Neal did know that. He remembered the first time he’d found out, the irrational pang of jealousy that he’d put down with two bottles of cheap Cabernet and a long, long session of making Kate scream his name. “This wouldn’t affect that. It wouldn’t affect anything for you. It’s a one-way fuse, unbreakable like the two ways, but less sharp than them. Because I’m fused to you, you can feel basic emotion and locate me. That’s it.”
“You’ve never met a lock you couldn’t pick.”
Neal tried to keep his tone even, but he’d had a rough couple of months. “You flatter yourself. I’m not going to risk brain damage just to get away from you.”
Time Travel
The second of our reign by cala_jane & noelia_g (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
"There is no way we can send a team through the enemy lines now, the campus is heavily guarded, and we don't even really know where the thing they're looking for is at the moment. But we know where it was in 1998."
"Alright," Brad nods quickly. "And that helps us how?"
Nate smiles, he can't help it. This is going to sound completely ridiculous, but there you are. "After you assemble your team, you'll be going to Dartmouth, to locate and destroy the tech the Mainframe scouts are looking for. Dartmouth in 1998 to be precise."
Brad doesn't even move a muscle, his expression impassive as he holds Nate's gaze. "James Cameron is going to sue," he says finally.
Butterfly Kiss by
china_shop (White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Caffrey's frown deepened. He wasn't even trying to charm his way out of getting caught. "Peter? Is he all right? He looks different."
"No one said anything about a head injury." El was frowning too. "Honey, what's the last thing you remember?"
"We opened the Dutchman's safe, and there was an explosion," said Peter, not taking his eyes off Caffrey. "Where's my phone?"
"The Dutchman was five years ago. He must have amnesia." Caffrey moved around El so he was right by the head of the bed. He reached out and ran confident fingers over Peter's scalp, presumably searching for damage. "I can't find anything. What year is it?"
change of time by oflights (The Social Network, Mark/Dustin)
“You mean like, test subjects?”
“I mean time-travelers,” Erica says, and the air seems to go still for a minute. Then Mark is chuckling sort of darkly.
“Ah, okay. I get it now. You want some high profile believers to legitimize your study, endorse you while the rest of the world is laughing. I think you actually want to talk to my PR department, I don’t really deal with this kind of stuff directly-”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Erica snaps, and that shuts Mark right up, his spine straightening immediately. Dustin gives in to temptation and wraps his arm around the small of Mark’s back, giving Erica a warning look. She sighs and shakes her head. “Look, this isn’t meant to be public, or I would have gone to your PR department. That’s not the point of this. Like I said, my job is to approve candidates, and when I think of people who might have legitimate reasons to want to go back in time and fix some past mistakes, you’re honestly the first person who comes to mind.”
Supernatural Beings (Vampires and werewolves and unicorns, oh my!)
Mister Sparkles by
ignipes (Supernatural, Sam/Dean)
"Okay, kids," Dean said, pushing away from the fence and strolling over to them. "Show's over. Go on, get out of here. Mr. Sparkles needs some quiet pasture time, and you're annoying him."
"We are not!" one girl cried in protest.
Another insisted, "We're taking good care of him!"
"Unicorns can't be boys," one very small girl piped up indignantly. "It's not allowed!"
Fire Dancing by
stele3 (American Idol/Panic! at the Disco, Adam/Spencer)
Adam's skin didn't prickle, that was a strictly human reaction, but he imagined the feeling. Well, that was quite the image, wasn't it?
He didn't cut in. He didn't have to. People knew him, even in certain human circles; he owned the fucking club, after all, and had made a point of inviting both sides to party at Idol. He stood behind the guy and smiled, pointedly keeping his teeth tucked away. It didn't take long for the African queens to sidle off, and then that long bare throat was craning Adam's way, blue eyes squinting then widening in shock.
Apparently he had a good memory for people he'd tried to kill.
So Just Let It Happen by
flyingthesky (The Social Network, Chris/Dustin, Mark/Eduardo)
The surprising part about Dustin being a werewolf isn't exactly the fact that he is one. It's the fact that once you learn that he is one, it doesn't really change anything at all unless it's suddenly understanding why Dustin disappears for an entire night when it's a full moon. He still sucks at Mario Kart, still is kind of a frenetic guy that doesn't always think before he speaks and still irritates Mark. So there's that.
Answered Questions by
teland (DCU, Bruce/Dick)
"I don't. I don't need to feed."
Dick blinks. "Okay? That wasn't really what I was talking about --"
"I. It's become... a kind of foreplay. With -- Prime."
The Moon is a Blind Eye by novembersmith (Generation Kill, Brad/Ray)
“Are you alright?” Brad asked hoarsely, and pulled himself up into a sitting position. And fuck, he ached all over, a bone-deep throb that felt like the flu coming on, and he remembered that, at least. Yesterday afternoon, he’d passed on meeting Poke and Rudy for basketball, annoyed at his own immune system for betraying him. He’d curled up on the couch and chugged a carton of orange juice. He was pretty sure vodka hadn’t been involved, and he was absolutely sure that he’d been clothed at the time. But that was it. The next thing he remembered, he was here. Naked at Ray’s feet.
So that was weird.
“Shit, Brad, you coulda knocked if you wanted a booty call,” Ray said finally, voice higher than normal. “I - are you okay? Fuck, should I call someone?”
Bravo Two as a wolf pack by Anon (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)
There are rules.
This is the part where Ray would say they’re more guidelines but Ray has a pressing need to fill the void in his head with words and Walt knows better anyway. They are definitely rules.
The first is that you listen to the Alpha. It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree or if you have another idea or if you just like to talk. If the Alpha talks you listen and then you do. This isn’t about democracy, it’s about survival. You listen.
The second is that you take care of each other. Always. This one’s easy. It’s something written in your blood.
These are the only rules and they have to be followed. Under Encino Man this didn’t work too well when he made you choose between them. Under Encino Man a lot of things didn’t work really well.
(Ray would put an innuendo here. Walt isn’t going to but he wants you to know Ray would have.)
Therianthropy by
akamine_chan (My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy, Pete/Mikey/Alicia)
Like called to like and Pete had found Alicia first, met his match in her fierce dark eyes and lush mouth. She took him hunting and showed him how to run free under the stars.
Alicia and Pete met Mikey later and they loved him. They fought over him, with words and claws and teeth, until he appeared in their midst and demanded their submission.
falling slowly (upwards spiral) by jeyhawk (American Idol, Adam/Kris)
"Adam is a PR dream. Rockstar and lycanthrope. The epitome of a well-adjusted wolf and one that lives his life under close scrutiny at that. It's amazing, except…"
Kris can guess where this is going and he doesn't like it. He really doesn't like it.
"He's spiraling out of control."
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