Supremely bored=don’t wanna study=time for an awesome music/drabble meme.
“Goodbye Stranger” – Supertramp
Midnight Run (Jack/John)
Jack was exhausted.
He’d lugged John around for the past hundred miles, unable to catch a ride from anyone. They’d stopped to rest on the ground for a while along the way, but still.
And John wasn’t helping at all. He either complained about shit or just wouldn’t shut the hell up.
“Have you ever had a gay experience, Jack?” John asked as they strolled down a seemingly endless highway.
Jack glared at him, wide-eyed, for a second or two before looking back to the horizon. Was there nothing this man wouldn’t talk about?
“Will you just shut the fuck up? This is a long trip and I don’t need you fucking pissing me off more than you already have.” he said, pulling John along by his arm.
“I had a gay experience once, in college.” he said, making Jack groan in annoyance. “My friends were throwing a grad party and had stock-piled alcohol for such an occasion. I had a few too many drinks and wound up in a closet with a rather masculine man. It was strange.”
Jack noticed John didn’t say it was bad…just strange. He stopped and looked at him for a second. John had taken two steps forward before realizing Jack had stopped. He turned to look back at him.
“What?” he asked. Jack shook his head and rolled his eyes, smirking candidly to himself.
“Nothing.”
“Message in a Bottle” – Sting & and the Police
Jurassic Park (Grant/Malcolm)
Dr. Alan Grant sat down on thick branch of a tree that road low to the ground.
He sighed heavily, wishing he was off this damn island. What had made him come out to Isla Nublar anyway? Curiosity? Supposedly, it killed the cat.
Dr. Ian Malcolm joined him. His black outfit looked hot under the sun, though, thankfully, the tropical-looking leaves that sprouted from the trees in the jungle shrouded them both in shade.
The air was thick and humid, sticky and uncomfortable.
“Do you think this is safe?” Grant asked. Malcolm glanced at him.
“No. But I’m tired.” he replied. Grant nodded. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and Malcolm leaned against him.
They both fell asleep under the darkness of the leaves, breathing slowly, and for a short amount of time, they forgot that their lives were in terrible danger.
“Living on a Prayer” – Bon Jovi
Supernatural (Sam/Dean)
Sam was crying. Dean hated to see Sam cry.
“What? What is it?” he asked, gripping Sam’s forearms in his hands. He tried to look into Sam’s eyes, see what was bothering his baby brother, but he couldn’t. Sam was staring at the ground.
“I don’t wanna do this anymore, Dean. I’m so damn tired.” he muttered through sobs.
Dean could feel his heart breaking. It was his job to protect his Sammy at all times, but he obviously wasn’t doing so well.
“Sam, it’s okay.” he said, pulling Sam into a tight embrace. Sam wept into Dean’s shoulder, sniffling every few minutes.
“I just…I’m so sick of this, Dean. I mean, it’s great that we help people, but Jesus, it’s so tiring and hard and I’m just…I feel close to death, Dean.” he muttered, clutching his brother. Dean fought back tears.
“Sam…if you don’t want to do this anymore, we don’t have to. We can go live off somewhere secluded and away from all this. We can be safe. Normal.” Dean whispered, staring into Sam’s eyes.
Sam looked back at him. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and smiled slightly through teardrops streaking his face.
“Really, De?” he said, and Dean immediately was brought back to his childhood, when he would give little Sam a bath or feed little Sam dinner. And Sam would call him “De.”
“Really, Sammy.” he replied.
“Clarity” – John Mayer
Little Miss Sunshine (Frank/Dwayne)
Suicide was a complicated concept.
Simple, yet complicated. Frank understood it perfectly. But no one else seemed to. No one he knew, anyway.
Well, maybe Dwayne understood it. He seemed like the most logical person in the family.
Frank laid back on his cot, staring up at the plain, white ceiling. He glanced over at the huge painting of Nietzsche on Dwayne’s bedroom wall.
Inspiration, he supposed, was the purpose of the painting. He sighed heavily, thinking of how dedicated Dwayne was to his vow of silence.
He could never be that dedicated to anything anymore. He had a broken life. He was broken.
He thought of his crush. The man he fell in love with, ruined his life for, almost killed himself over. True, there were other factors involved, but he was the main reason.
The lights went out and the moon shone through the small sliver of space between the curtains on the window.
Frank rolled onto his side, stared at the Nietzsche wall and thought.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt a hand on his shoulder, a presence by his bedside, and then it was gone.
Dwayne climbed back into his bed and Frank slipped into sleep with a smile on his face.
“Love on the Rocks” – Sarah Bareilles
TDS/TCR (Jon/Stephen)
It’s been two years since Jon and Stephen divorced their wives.
All four of them were still amazing friends and always would be. Jon and Stephen saw their children quite regularly, and Tracey and Evie were more than happy to have them around.
The thing is, Tracey and Evie had always known that Jon and Stephen had a very close, special relationship that could not be tampered with.
Jon and Stephen had never been so grateful for anything else in their lives, except maybe their kids and each other.
They spent their weekends and vacations in their cabin up in Maine. They loved it there, where no one could disturb their simple, domestic bliss.
“Another One Bites the Dust” – Queen
Supernatural (no pairing)
Dean popped his collar and rested the end of his sawed-off shotgun on his shoulder as he approached the entrance to an old school.
Sam was in tow, carrying his own shotgun and a flashlight. He shone the light down the path they were going while Dean lead the way, cocking his gun.
A creak, a squeal, a crash later, Dean’s on his back with some ghost-monster-mix pinning him down and trying to eat his face off.
Sam cocked his own gun and shot the thing, rock-salt tearing through it’s body and dissipating it. Dean leapt up from the floor, grabbing his gun along the way.
Particles in the air clustered together to re-form the ghost-monster thing in the center of the room, a sliver of light shining through a cracked window.
The ghost-monster shot forward after Dean. Sam raised his gun, aimed, fired, and the ghost-thing exploded into a million pieces.
The brothers Winchester stood together, taking out a piece of paper in Dean’s jacket pocket and reading the Latin phrases scribbled onto it.
Screams, particles floating around, and the ghost-monster was gone.
“Everybody Wants to Rule the World” – Tears for Fears
House (no pairing)
Dr. Gregory House was a very logical man.
He prided himself on his logic. No matter how desperately he wanted to believe in humanity. That he could be kind. He couldn’t risk the chance of being called a hypocrite.
Besides, he didn’t need humanity. He had Wilson and that’s all he needed.
Though, now…maybe he had nothing.
Wilson was his only friend. Ever. His best friend for the past ten years. He’d known Wilson for quite a long time, and he…well, he loved him.
Like a brother. Wilson was always there. Even when House was a complete and total asshole, Wilson was there.
But now…Amber was gone…Wilson had loved her, and it was House’s fault that she was dead.
At least, that’s what House kept telling himself. Wilson was too weak to be alone. He needed to depend on someone. If he couldn’t depend on a girlfriend – a wife – and he couldn’t depend on House, who the hell would be there for him?
No one. House couldn’t let Wilson destroy himself in self-pity and loneliness. He would make it up to him. He didn’t know how yet…but he would make it up to him…somehow.
“Footloose” – Kenny Loggins
TDS/TCR (Jon/Stephen)
They had a week off for Memorial Day. The week prior to the “holiday” itself.
Jon Stewart was sitting in a local bar, about two blocks from the studio, nursing a beer. Stephen Colbert was on the dance floor, having a great drunken time.
Jon watched him with a smirk plastered on his face. He chuckled when Stephen almost fell, attempting a tricky move. He giggled girlishly when he recognized the routine from “Dancing Muchachos” from Stephen’s old show, Exit 57.
He got lost in his thoughts of Stephen’s dancing when Stephen came up to him and startled him back to reality.
“Come on, Jon!” Stephen shouted. He yanked Jon onto the floor, leaving the half-drunk beer behind. Jon was a little bashful at first, letting Stephen do most of the dancing. But after watching Stephen flit about, Jon decided to join in.
He’d just make sure to drink enough alcohol to forgot his awful dancing the next morning. Stephen could drive that night.
“Love Stinks” – J. Geils Band
SWC (Chuck/Geoffrey)
Geoffrey sighed heavily as he spun around in his rotating artist’s chair.
Chuck was avoiding him in school.
Geoffrey had brought a delicious lunch in for the both of them, and Chuck had thrown the bags across the cafeteria, quickly scurrying away afterwards.
Principal Blackman had asked them why they had both come from the Men’s Room, and Chuck had said it was a mistake, he’d meant to go into the Women’s Room.
When the power went out in the Teacher’s Lounge and Chuck was in the shower, Geoffrey had tried not to cry in the dark. He had gone to hold onto Chuck to comfort himself, and even though no one could see them, Chuck had shoved him away.
And now, Geoffrey’s car was broken and he’d asked for a ride home. Chuck said no.
“People will see us together and think we’re a couple, Geoffrey!” he had explained.
“I just need a ride home, Chuck!” Geoffrey tried, but Chuck wouldn’t hear it.
Oh, well. Geoffrey would just have to make him some kind of cheesecake to make up for putting Chuck in a bad mood, no matter how much he believed himself to be correct.
“Talking in Your Sleep” – Romantics
Supernatural (Sam/Dean)
“Fuck, yeah…”
The words were quiet, but audible.
Dean was having trouble sleeping. They’d fought off some kind of banshee bitch earlier and he was tired as hell, but he’d been thrown into a wall, so laying down was kind of painful for him.
He was awake and sighing when he heard the quiet utterance of words.
“Sam?” he whispered. “Sam, are you awake?” But he got no response.
“Ohhhh, fuck…” The words seemed to flow from Sam’s lips with ease.
Oh my god…he’s having a fucking sex dream. Dean thought to himself, annoyed. He couldn’t get an ounce of rest, but Sam was fucking some chick in his sleep. Fantastic.
“Jesus Christ, Dean!” were the next words out of Sam’s mouth.
Dean’s eyes widened. Did he just say…did he just say Dean? He’s dreaming about me?
“Fuck, yes…” Sam whispered once more, then everything was quiet. Dean turned over in his bed to stare at the window of the cheap motel room.
He’d had a dream or two about Sam before, but he never knew Sam dreamt about him, too. They’d have to discuss that in the morning…maybe they could share their dreams with each other. Dean smiled.
And finally, he slept.
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Love y’all – Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
I got a new 17 Magazine and the new PlayStation Magazine came, too! Yay! I read most of the 17 mag but have yet to flip through the PS mag. I didn’t nap today, though I kinda wish I had. I’m sleepy. But, s’all good.
