Comment Fic A'hoy!

[brin_bailey]

Raise your hand for Comment fic!

SO, here's the thing. I owe people fic, like whoa. To the point where these said people are gonna start de-friending me, I think. (And possibly chase me with pitchforks. Not because these people are mean or spiteful, it's just seriously been that long and, hey, nobody has that much patience.) And I'm sick and stuck

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[workswithwords]

Yay you're back!

Dean/Jo? Teenage au. :D

[brin_bailey]

Ick. This isn't what it should be, but like I said, the mojo, she is gone! Enjoy it anyway. :P

[neuroticris]

Ooh, me likey! This shortie actually made me smile. So Dean/Jo. :D

[neuroticris]

okay - CHUCK

chuck/sarah

...Morgan interruptus...thanksgiving...grocery shopping

[brin_bailey]

Eep, this turned out kind of long. I'll have to do it in two posts. Heh. (Also, while I totally love the show/fandom, I've never actually written Chuck fic before, so this is a first. Yay!)

Chuck curls his hand around Sarah’s, lightly pressing his thumb to her wrist. He quickly looks at her for approval, still not sure where exactly they land on the fake/real couple graph. He kissed her two weeks ago with his eyes closed tight, but then again, he kissed Jill last week with his eyes wide open. He’s kind of confused.

“Hey, uh,” he says, smiling and swinging their hands. “It’s a thing couples do, right? I mean, shopping and hand holding. At, uh, the same time. Right?”

Sarah smiles, sort of nods her head, and pats his arm. “It’s fine, Chuck.”

“Yeah, good. Okay.”

With his free hand he grabs a can of cranberry sauce off of the shelf and then looks back down at the grocery list that Ellie quickly scribbled out before she left for an emergency appendectomy this morning. At the bottom, in Awesome’s writing is: Dude, don’t forget the

[brin_bailey]

“Morgan, what are you doing here

[neuroticris]

:D Thanks so much! This was so good. Very sweet and very true to the coupling. I hope you decide to try your hand at some Chuck/Sarah fics in the future because for sure I'll be one of the first ones to read them.

[joans23]

I'll play. But no pressure, if it doesn't want to come, it doesn't want to come.

Dean/Chloe. Substitutes and lost hopes.

:)

[brin_bailey]

*does not have a chloe icon* *is ashamed*

He picks you up in Kansas.

He rolls down the window and sticks half of his head out and tries not to cough on the smoke.

Need a ride?

You’re sitting on the side of the road somewhere in between Lawrence and Junction City. The car that you stole finally ran out of gas and he’s the only person you’ve seen for miles. He looks familiar, maybe like some jock football player you went to high school with, except that he’s kind of rough around the edges-already beaten by the road and by life.

You thought that maybe Superman would rescue you, because even though you like to think that you’re not the same girl who’s still in love with Clark Kent, really that’s all you are. But, you figure that a black car is close enough to a red cape, so you climb into his front seat and he smiles.

I used to live around here once, he says. Long time ago.

You look out the window and all you see is burnt black fields and smoke. You nod. Yeah, me too.You stand still under the too-cold spray of the showerhead

[joans23]

Perfect. P.E.R.F.E.C.T!! Thank you sooooo much!

*doesn't have Chloe icon either. THE SHAME!*

[brin_bailey]

Um, it a bit late. Sorry