a kiss is worth a thousand...somethings

[mickeym]

And I need help getting my muse back in gear. So if you want a kiss (hee), drop me a comment. I'll take the first 10 (because I'm not always so great with the follow-through, dammit) requests. SPN, J2, DA and popslash only, please. So give me a pairing, and a short prompt (a word or two).

I won't get to these until tomorrow, because I have to (unfortunately) go to bed now. But kisses in the morning! Or at least at lunch time, work schedule permitting. :)

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[mickeym.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I want to die. Wish I was dead." Chris tilts his head just a little, and his hair falls into his eyes. "I look in the mirror, and I see--" He falls silent, hands clasped together in his lap trembling in spite of the tight clench.

"What do you see, Chris?" JC doesn't know what to do, or say, and he knows he can't imagine what Chris is feeling; won't even try that trite expression.

"I see death," Chris whispers, just when JC thinks he isn't going to answer. "I see blood. More blood than you can imagine. Dead kids, women, the guys I knew and. Fucking bloodbaths in the fucking jungle. VC all around us, and I wanted to kill every one of 'em." His knuckles are white where he's holding on so tightly, and JC wants to reach out and touch him, but he's afraid Chris will shatter if he does. Chris drops his head, blocking JC's view of his eyes completely. His heart breaks when Chris says hoarsely, "...I see a monster."

JC leans in and brushes a kiss over Chris's mouth -- dry, unyielding, unresponsive -- wishing he could heal the wounds inside; the ones no one knows about unless they catch a glimpse in Chris's eyes.

"You know what I see, when I look at you?" JC shifts around so he can pull Chris back against him, and then brushes a bit of Chris's hair back, tucking it in behind his ear.

Chris shakes his head minutely, then gives a tiny shrug. "What?"

JC kisses the soft skin just behind Chris's ear, and whispers, "I see strength. And courage."

He holds Chris while he cries, silent tears tracking down his own cheeks. Afterward, when JC kisses him again, Chris tastes like salt and sorrow, mouth open and seeking JC's with a desperation that makes JC ache.

[darkseaglass.livejournal.com]

You know what, that was angsty, but that's not a bad thing, in fact, there are very few people who could write something so real so vibrantly. It's a given that I love these guys, more than any other incarnation of JC and Chris I've ever read, but you just keep adding layers of depth, depth and heart. He tastes like sorrow--I think that's my favorite line. And I love the way JC doesn't try a whole bunch of hollow words to make something better than can't be made better, at least not soon or easily and maybe never. How frustrating it is to watch someone you love hurt like that and not be able to fix it. But he stands there and takes it, and that's a true friend.

Thank you for this, and I'm sorry about the delayed response. I'm having moving drama and it's been hectic.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

No worries about responses, honey. I know you've been doing mom-stuff, and looking-at-apts stuff. *hugs you* I am beyond thrilled though, that you liked it so much. I think...I think I really need to finish this story, hmm?

*hugs you again*

[darkseaglass.livejournal.com]

Well there's time. Right now Sam and Dean are calling to you, and you should go with that. These boys will be there.

♥

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh, Kim.

That is so gorgeous. I love how you write these two so much.

[shinycuba.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow, that is so so very beautiful. <3 JCCCC. En poor Chris.