Tricks or Treats or Timestamps

[saone]

Happy Halloween everybody! :D


In honour of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

I've been thinking of doing a comment meme for a while now, and what better night than my favorite holiday?

So, comment and let me know what you'd like to see whether it's a pairing, a prompt, or a timestamp for an existing fic. Now, keep in mind that I might not get to everything until Christmas, but I promise to give everyone at least a little something. :D





Dork Reign: Candy and Comics (J2) for oleanderbat

Move This: The Perks and Pitfalls (J2) for ladygreytowers

Captain America: Not the Time (Steve/Bucky) for wirrrn

Killer Romance: Hunting (J2) for gypsy_atavari

Supernatural/Torchwood: Herding Cats (Jack/Ianto) for reena_jenkins

A Divine Affair: The Meeting (J2) for aythia

Dork Reign: Prelude to a Double Date (J2, Aldis/Beth) for xcziel

The Avengers: Why You Should Never Ask Tony to Pick Out Your Costume for gemini8

Comments

[oleanderbat.livejournal.com]

I would love to see a timestamp for the dork reign verse Jensen/jared. If that is not possible then a killer romance update would be awesome!!!! Happy halloween!!!!

[j-crew-guy.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

(I have no prompts or anything, I just like saying "Trick or treat!" ;P)

[ladygreytowers.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed bouncer jared and stripper jensen! that was just way too much fun. thanks.

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Trick or Treat!

I'd like to see either Steve Rodgers/Bucky or something involving Sam, Dean and Castiel :)

[gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat! :-) More Killer Romance please and thank you! :-)

[reena_jenkins]

Trick or treat!

And, um, can I request a little bit more in that Torchwood/Suprenatural crossover 'verse?

.....like, what happens when Ianto meets the Winchesters? Or when Dean meets a Weevil? Or (since I'm assuming that the Winchesters obviously join Torchwood) what happens in the time between the bar and Jack's flight back to Wales?

Pretty please? *bats her lashes and looks pleading*

[aythia.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

Omg,timestamp to A Divine Affair! Pretty please? :D

[xcziel.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!

I second ALL of the above! But with extra Aldis! (IDK for Cap/Bucky - the Falcon?)

*under breath * dork reign, dork reign, dork reign, dork reign ...
... what? oh - nothing! nevermind!
*nonchalant humming*

[gemini8.livejournal.com]

Trick or treat!
What is your favorite superhero wearing for halloween?

Dork Rein: Candy and Comics

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Jared loves Jensen in any and all permutations he can get him, but there's something special in seeing Jensen in his element.

Jensen's moving around his store like a dancer, greeting old friends and new customers with an enthusiasm and excitement that only partially comes from all the chocolate he mainlined before they re-opened for the party. Jared just wishes Jensen's face was uncovered - not that he would ever want to deprive the man of his 'Pool costume - because he's pretty sure that much loved face is just beaming now.

Jared thinks Jensen's extra cute when he beams.

"Dude," Aldis says, sidling up next to him, "I totally get the whole in lurve thing you've got going on, but that stupid besotted look you're wearing is gonna scare away our impressionable customers."

Jared rolls his eyes. He's been manning the free comic book table all evening - Jared gets to tell his mom he spent Halloween promoting literacy, and Jensen gets to keep his human-garbage-disposal of a boyfriend away from the candy and snack tables - and he's been mooning over Jensen for approximately the same amount of time.

Before Jared has a chance to formulate a reply a gaggle of kids come up. For a moment they all just stare at the piles of age-appropriate comics, then a tiny Marvel Girl in a circa 1960's outfit, and what Jared is pretty sure is natural red hair, reaches out and snags a Marvel Adventures book. That starts off the rest and they descend like a swarm. Then, they leave just as fast, happy and chattering about their loot.

Jared's heart feels all funny and light, and he's pretty sure Aldis' eyes are misting up. Or that might just be the contacts he's wearing. Jared cocks his head to one side, studies his friend who's currently sporting bleached hair and an odd, sleeveless outfit. His current Sam Winchester costume is from the later series of books, so Jared thinks it's only appropriate that he feels a bit of the devil come into him.

"Hey, Aldis, I've been wondering all evening, why did you decide to dress up like the loud dude from The Fifth Element?"

Aldis' eyes get wide and his jaw drops. He sputters, then hisses, "I'm Kaldur, you giant ass, and you know it!" He then stalks away, irritation almost oozing out of every pore.

Jared laughs, then squeaks as a red and black gloved hand settles on his hip. He presses himself close to Jensen, even if the Deadpool costume is smelling a little ripe at the moment.

"Do I want to know?" Jensen asks.

"Yep," Jared says. "I'll tell you later." He grins. "Maybe after a little crossover slash?"

Jensen stays perfectly still for a long moment. "God, you're so extra, special hot when you talk fandom."

"Only for you, Wade Wilson. Only for you."

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Imagine me pelting showering you with virtual, gluten-free goodies. ;D

Re: Dork Rein: Candy and Comics

[oleanderbat.livejournal.com]

OMG!!!! Thank you soooo much that was awesome!!! I have to say that i loved the line " maybe after a little crossover slash" I'll admit, I squealed, loudly!!!! Thanks again, best Halloween EVER!!!!!

Move This: Perks and Pitfalls

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Not that Jensen would ever admit it, but he kind of, sort of, maybe, just a teeniest bit enjoys being a bouncer. It turns out that while being lusted after is good and all, being feared is so much more fun. And not being a dancer anymore means that when he gets cold - Jensen's still not sure if Jeff keeps the club's temperature so low because he wants to encourage perky nipples or a low fuel bill - he puts an extra shirt on. It's kind of a novelty, the whole being warm while he's working thing.

Another kind of awesome thing is now that Jared's the only person who gets to see him naked, Jensen's really cut back on his ab workouts. He hates that he's lost so much definition, but he really likes not doing sit-ups until he pukes. And if certainly doesn't hurt that Jared has a thing for that slightly softening skin. Whether their in bed or on the couch, clothed or completely nude, one of Jared's big paws invariably ends up resting between Jensen's bellybutton and his groin.

At first, Jensen had been horribly self-conscious at what he thought of as his body's deterioration. But Jared had calmly looked at him, stroked his cheek, and said, "the way you looked before, when you were on stage, that was perfection, but it wasn't real. I'd rather have the real you, content and happy, then some hard-bodied fantasy who makes himself miserable to look good."

There were so many things Jensen had wanted to say, but he was afraid most of them would be punctuated by him bawling his eyes out, so instead he whispered, "I think I want to stop shaving my chest."

That had been a good night, and the next morning's grooming time was cut down significantly.

Also, as a former dancer, Jensen has a unique perspective that Jared and the other bouncers don't. Not only can he spot a real pervert (as opposed to all the normal perverts), but he can also tell almost immediately when a dancer is having serious issues with a guy.

Right now he's got his eyes trained on Matt who's been deflecting ever increasingly aggressive advances from a guy Jensen's never seen before. He doesn't want to appear overbearing or overprotective, so Jensen's been waiting to see if Matt can handle it on his own, but the back of his neck is starting to itch. Jensen's just about ready to step up.

Jensen feels a presence close behind him, but before he can tense up, he gets a whiff of Jared's aftershave.

"If I didn't know you were such a big pussycat," Jared says right by Jensen's ear, "I'd be kind of scared of that predatory look you're wearing."

Jensen snorts. "You're so lucky I'm head over heels for you, Padalecki." He can practically feel Jared's brightest and sunniest grin aimed at the side of his face.

"Yeah," Jared says softly, "I really am."

Fortunately, before Jensen turns into any bigger of a sap, the guy he's been watching makes a flat out grab for Matt's dick. Unfortunately, Jensen's bloodlust fizzles out when Matt delivers a vicious haymaker to the handsy jackass.

Jensen, along with quite a few other people, gape.

Matt shrugs, and as he and Jared approach, says, "what? Chris was having a deal on membership at his gym this month." Matt mimes a few jabs. "You've inspired me, Jensen."

Jensen turns towards Jared. He can feel how big his eyes are, and he hopes they're more 'doe-like' than 'buggy'. "I wanted to hit him," he says with what is absolutely not a whine.

"I know, baby," Jared says, "but the night's still young, and, hey, if you don't get to bust any heads at work, I'll totally let you manhandle me after we get home."

Jensen thinks for a moment.

"I won't even put up a fight." Jared's expression turns a bit wicked. "Unless you want me to."

Jensen feels the last of irritation slip away. "Deal," he says. He scowls at a few customers who are looking their way, then he grins when they all pale and scurry off. Yeah, being a bouncer isn't bad at all.

Steve/Bucky: Not the Time

[saone77.livejournal.com]

In my defense, you didn't specify you wanted something happy. ;p





The tiny, minuscule part of Steve's mind that isn't gibbering in confusion is honestly wondering why his super strength seems to have disappeared. He should be able to break Bucky's hold easily, but all his muscles have turned to Jell-O. In fact, Steve's pretty sure the only thing holding him upright is the wall he's being pressed into.

Steve only understood half of what Dr. Erskine talked about, and that was on good days, but he's pretty sure he would have remembered an advisory about his new powers being susceptible to a kiss.

Then again, maybe he's just in shock. After all, he certainly didn't expect his best friend - who had just gotten out of the infirmary for goodness sake's - to grab him, throw him against a wall, and... well...

It's kind of nice, though. It feels warm, and exciting, and, okay, a little rough, but Steve's body seems to think that's a good thing. Unfortunately, just as Steve decides to start participating, Bucky pulls away.

"What the ever-lovin' hell is wrong with you?!" Bucky gives Steve a little shove and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

"Uh..."

"Volunteering for secret government experiments! Letting them make you into, into, whatever the hell you are now!" Bucky lets his eyes snap up and down Steve's body. "And then, Jesus H., going in behind enemy lines, by yourself!" Bucky gives Steve another shove. "What kind of maroon are ya?!"

Steve blinks. At least an angry Bucky is something he can deal with. "I had to do something, Buck." He's referring to the rescue mission, but Bucky's still caught on Steve's transformation.

"You were doing something," Bucky says, and odd tone coming into his voice, "you were keeping the home fires burning. You were gonna do your art thing. You were gonna be there when I got back."

Steve feels something pull at his stomach. "Bucky, you weren't gonna come back. You were lost, do you get that? If I hadn't gone through what I did, if I hadn't come here and disobeyed orders and gone in to find you, you would have died in that, that, place!" Steve straightens his shoulders. "Don't you ask me to apologize for that, James, Buchanan Barnes, don't you dare."

Bucky stares at him for a long moment before he drags a weary hand over his face and turns to slump against the wall beside Steve. "Aw, hell," he says. "I know you saved my life, not to mention the lives of all those other men, but I..."

Steve puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know."

"Yeah," Bucky says, "I guess you do."

For a few minutes they stand there in companionable silence before Steve simply can't take it any longer.

"You kissed me," he says.

Bucky keeps his face pointed straight ahead, but he slides his eyes over to the side. "Yep. You mad?"

Steve thinks. "Confused."

Bucky grimaces. "Sorry."

"No, don't be," Steve says quickly. "But, could we maybe, I don't know, talk about this?"

"Not here," Bucky says, "not now. I was ten kinds of stupid doing that in the first place." He shakes his head. "But maybe, maybe once this war is over, and we're back stateside, maybe we can talk." Bucky licks his lips, and his eyes grow dark. "Maybe even do more than talk."

Steve can't help but smile. "It's a date."

Re: Steve/Bucky: Not the Time

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

AAAAWWWWW!

Now I demand a sequel :)

Killer Romance: Hunting

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Sometime during their first year together...


Jensen watches his prey with the unwavering and uncompromising gaze of a true hunter. From his vantage point he can see the target taking a late-night snack on the veranda, blissfully - stupidly - unaware of the sword dangling just above his head. Any minute now Jensen will spring into action, leaping and tumbling across the night sky before he comes down on that idiotic, blonde bastard like a ton of highly competent and really pissed off bricks.

Jensen's hands flex from the thought of feeling flesh and bone rend and break. He's ready, so ready. He's-

"Jensen?"

Jensen freezes, still as a statue.

"Jensen, I can see you."

Crap. "Uh, no you can't," Jensen says.

"What do you... Yes, I can! I'm looking right at you." Jared sounds huffy and annoyed. "What the hell are you doing in a tree?!"

"None of your beeswax. Go away."

"What the... Jen," Jared's voice sounds softer, "are you having some kind of breakdown or something? Have you reverted to your childhood? Should I get Oscar to come out and tranq you?"

"Don't you dare!" Jensen sighs. He wouldn't put it past Jared to wake the whole household if he thought he needed to save Jensen from something, even himself. Jensen sighs again. His cover's been blown, the mission's aborted, time to come in from the cold. "Fine, I'm coming down." With a few easy moves Jensen descends from his perch. As soon as his feet touch the earth he's swept up into a crushing hug.

"Oh, God, are you all right?!" Jared asks. He pulls back far enough to check Jensen over. "Did you hurt yourself? Should I call Sam? I'm gonna call Sam."

"Jared!" Jensen struggles futilely. All of Jensen's training is no match for Jared when he's clingy. "Not too long ago I was scaling sixty story buildings; I think I can handle an Oak."

Jared reluctantly lets Jensen go. "Okay, fine. I won't call Sam as long you tell me what you were doing."

"Nothing." Jensen kicks at some dirt with the toe of his shoe. He can feel the weight of Jared's stare burning a hole in the top of his head. He looks up. "Just so you know, I've been trained to withstand professional interrogators."

Jared's entire face crumples. "I'm not trying to break you, Jensen! I just want to know what's going on. I... I love you." Jared punctuates his proclamation with wide, watery eyes and a suspiciously placed sniff.

Jensen folds like a towel on laundry day. "Dammit. I was hunting Chad, okay?"

Jared blinks and the waterworks mysteriously dry up. "You were what?"

"Hunting Chad." Jensen crosses his arms over his chest. "He was more of an ass than usual earlier today, and I just... I just... I wasn't gonna actually do anything to the dumbass!"

"Uh huh." Jared's staring at Jensen like he's some unique, and kind of disturbing, new species.

"Sometimes I like to stalk people and fantasize about killing them," Jensen says. "It's no big."

"Uh... huh..."

"Oh, for the-" Jensen rolls his eyes. "It's an assassin thing."

Jared's face clears. "Oh, okay then," he says brightly. "Uh, you aren't really going to kill Chad, though, are you?"

Jensen kicks at the dirt again. "No, Jared."

"Awesome." Jared pulls Jensen close again. "I'm sorry he was mean to you. I can have a talk with him about it, if you'd like."

Jensen thinks for a moment. "Will you act all scary and possessive, and make sure he knows I belong to you and shit?"

"Hell, yeah, that could be fun."

"Okay, then," Jensen says. "Bed?"

"Bed." Jared puts an arm around Jensen's shoulders as they start to walk back towards the house. "You know, you're kind of scary."

"Thanks, Jay. I love you too."

Re: Dork Rein: Candy and Comics

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thanks, glad you liked it! :D

Re: Killer Romance: Hunting

[gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com]

OMG! Thank you - this is too precious!! :-)

Re: Killer Romance: Hunting

[lemiserabelle.livejournal.com]

YAY YAY YAY YAY.

"Sometimes I like to stalk people and fantasize about killing them." -> awesome. I kind of like to imagine that assassin!Jensen really likes killing people and is slightly sociopathic, because it makes his undying love for Jared that much more special.

Supernatural/Torchwood: Herding Cats 1

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Wow, blast from the past... ;)


It's not that Jack doesn't think the Winchester are going to try and ditch him - frankly he thinks both Sam and Dean agree that they need to try their shtick on a different continent for at least a little while - it's just that he thinks those two need a smidge more guidance than his other recruits.

Ianto snorts in his ear, and Jack can feel his derision from all the way across the Atlantic.

"Not like that," Jack says irritably, taking time out to actually glare at the phone in his hand. "I just mean that with Owen, and Tosh, and Gwen, I was able to plant the seeds and I knew their natural curiosity would have them tripping over themselves to get back to the Hub."

"You don't think Sam and Dean are interested enough to persue Torchwood on their own?" Ianto asks.

"Oh, no, they're interested, it's just... You know how if you want to distract a baby all you have to do is dangle a shiny object in front of it? I just want to make sure those two actually make it to the airport and don't get caught up in any sparkly hauntings or glittery possessions and veer off track." Jack sighs. "Why do I keep thinking of the phrase 'herding cats'?"

"Not that I would ever question your obvious intellect and intelligence regarding-"

"Aw, baby," Jack says, a huge smile on his face, "if you want to kiss my ass can't you at least wait until I'm back."

"Regarding recruitment," Ianto continues forcefully, "however, are you really certain the Winchesters will be a good fit here?"

"I don't know, I think Cardiff is always a good fit for people who don't fit anyplace else."

Ianto makes a soft noise. "In that case, bring them home, Jack. And try not to get arrested or shot by an Air Marshall."

"Oh, please, would I ever... Yeah, you're right, I probably would." Jack grins as the Winchesters walk through the sliding glass doors. "Our boys are here. See you soon." He flips his phone closed and walks over to meet Torchwood's newest members.

___________


Dean stares at the white, oblong pill in his hand. "You sure this is gonna knock me out?" he asks while giving Jack what could only be described as a hopeful stinkeye.

"It'll make you..." Jack pauses for a moment, "more agreeable. Throw it back now, green-eyes, and you'll be singing showtunes by take off."

Dean frowns. "That's not exactly an incentive."

"It is for me," Sam says with poorly contained glee. "I know you're not supposed to use cell phones during flight, but can you have it on for video recording purposes?"

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Jack wonders if the bickering will last long enough for him to slip them both some sedatives. Oh, who is he kidding, of course it will.

___________


Jack smiles as the flight attendant brings him a drink.

"Oh, my," the man says, eying the slumbering Winchesters, "those two are good flyers."

"Hmm," Jack says, "yeah, they're they best. And not drugged at all!"

"Oh," the flight attendant blinks a few times. "Yes. Right. Good." He quickly moves down the aisle.

Jack leans over and pats first Dean, then Sam, on their conked out little heads.

___________


Jack swears he only turns his head for a minute while he's getting transportation sorted out, and when he looks back both Dean and Sam are gone. "Herding cats," he mutters.

Luckily, being in a completely different environment means the Winchesters are too busy looking at stuff to wander too far. Jack finds them just outside the airport, arguing over what to see first. He fists a hand into the back of each of their jackets and proceeds to drag them off towards the car he rented.

"But I want to-"

"Hey, can we go to the-"

"No, no, and no," Jack says. "Business first, sightseeing later."

"Awww, c'mon!" the brothers say in unison.

Jack feels a headache coming on.

___________

Two hours filled with brotherly bantering later...

"I swear I will turn this car around and put the two of you on the first flight back to the States!"

"Jeez, fine."

"Whatever, Dad."

Supernatural/Torchwood: Herding Cats 2

[saone77.livejournal.com]

___________


Jack was originally going to take the Winchesters to the little flat he had procured for them, but for some reason the thought of leaving Sam and Dean to their own devices sends a cold chill down Jack's spine. He takes them straight to the Hub instead.

"Dude," Dean says, eyes shining and face boyishly bright, "is that a, is that Pterodactyl?!"

"Pteronodon," Sam says with more than a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Whatever, geek."

"Moron."

"Nerdboy."

Jack clears his throat. "That's Myfanwy," Jack says proudly.

"Gesundheit," Dean says before wandering off to poke at something shiny.

"No, it's... Nevermind. You'll learn. Eventually." Jack sighs. "I hope." He can feel Ianto come up behind him.

"Not that I doubt you," Ianto says, "but you're quite sure that-"

"They may be... coarse," Jack says, "but they'll be good assets. I know it."

"Yes, I have no doubt as to what you think of their assets."

"Ianto, are you jealous?" Jack asks delightedly.

"Hardly." Ianto sniffs. "Though I do think it might be prudent if we keep a close eye on them for the foreseeable future. Shall I install cameras in their flat?"

Jack peers at the staid and solemn man beside him. "Kinky," he finally says.

Ianto's lips quirky upwards just a bit. On anyone else Jack's certain that would be a full blown smirk. "I've learned from the best, sir."

Jack's about to say something wonderfully witty and charming when Dean's voice carries out to them, "cool, a hand in a jar!"

"Don't touch that!" Jack hurries off to corral his new recruits. He's pretty sure Ianto, the bastard, is silently laughing at him. Oh, well, even if the next few weeks, months, years are more stressful than usual at least he'll have some extra eye candy around. And really, if you're Jack Harkness, what more do you need?

Re: Killer Romance: Hunting

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! :D

Re: Killer Romance: Hunting

[oleanderbat.livejournal.com]

Hahahahaha I knew it was Chad he was hunting!!! Jared should have let Jen scare the shit out of him. Its scary how much I identify with Jensen...sometimes its good to stalk people and imagine their bloody demise....

Re: Move This: Perks and Pitfalls

[oleanderbat.livejournal.com]

"i wanted to hit him..." Best line ever!!! I can see Jensen now pulling puppy eyes at being denied violence.
Also loved the line, "I think I want to stop shaving my chest" way to avoid the tears man!!!

Re: Move This: Perks and Pitfalls

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D