Wednesday: established couples
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Canon couples? Sure! Non-canon couples? Absolutely! All we want here is no first times--this is for romance between long-time lovers, how to keep the fires burning when years or even decades have passed, how to fight fair, how to love your best friend, how to end it gracefully.
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A reminder of the rules:
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RPS, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, “So...fatherhood.”
Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, even doing the shopping with Sherlock is an adventure
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Date: 2010-09-08 05:20 pm (UTC)Like the way Sam's hair always stuck out in the morning at odd angles, a few strands clinging to his face, sweat-damp. The way Sam would always wait until he was asleep first before closing his own eyes, even thought Ianto suspected that he wasn't meant to know that. The way Sam never gave himself up completely, which made him almost sad, but that was just the way the man was, and that was that.
Loking back now, afterwards, Ianto realised he should've felt more.
The way that Sam moved underneath him, the strong muscles flexing and sliding beneath his hands, desperate gasps in the darkness which were for their ears only. The fact that Sam was always so quiet, as though he were afraid to make a noise, and their breathing always sounded so loud in the silence.
But regrets were futile, and it was all in the past now, Ianto realised as he looked out over the bay to the sunset, the sky painted a bright orange-pink. There would be rain tomorrow, he thought to himself as he pulled his coat tighter around him. Not that he minded.
Somehow the weather always suited his mood.
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PS- I love you for this prompt! I haven't written in about three months but I saw this and had to have a go XD
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Date: 2010-09-08 04:41 pm (UTC)Sam's aches and pains were worse than his. Sam had arthritis, and blood flow problems, and sometimes he can't sleep for the way his body assails him. That means Dean can't sleep, either, and sometimes they're so tired it's a pain in the ass to even get up to make food. They have to eat, though; they need the sustenance. Neither of them could get along if the other wasted away.
Life is hard, now, but life has always been hard. It's always been a fight to keep their heads up and their bodies moving forward. Now, just a little bit more than most. But on the other hand, they no longer have to look behind them every two minutes, and their home has actual rooms and doors without roll-down windows.
And at night, sometimes Sam will sit on the couch watching baseball while Dean's rocking near the fire, and say, "Dude, that guy looks like Chuck." He'll point out a baseball player with a soft beard, and Dean will look over and squint, and say "That guy next to him looks like that dude from the haunted house in Cleveland," and Sam will laugh and say "You're so right. That poor schmuck."
And before they know it it's the bottom of the seventh and they're neck deep in memories of rugarus and sirens, of girls and Ghostfacers, and who cares whose bones hurt or who can't sleep because they've got a thousand lifetimes behind them, not to mention the one thing they never thought they'd have: time to enjoy them.
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Date: 2010-09-08 02:07 pm (UTC)Looking together in the same direction
Date: 2011-09-03 11:18 pm (UTC)"Couldn't we," Cassie leaned over to press a kiss against Kate's temple. "Couldn't we just elope?"
Kate's long, steady stare put paid to that. Just for a minute, those eyes sharp and piercing, before she flipped another page of those sample books for the wedding invitations over again. They were at the dining room table of the Avenger's mansion, the span of the table covered by swathes - of cloth, and albums. Albums ranging from drawings and swatches of cloth re: dress designs, photographs of table settings, and china and crockery - and samples of wedding keepsakes done in lace, silks and the rest of it.
"Forget I said anything."
"Still haven't decided who you're going to tap to walk you down the aisle?"
"Does it-" Cassie reached out to toy with an edge of one of the keepsake sacks. Laced edgings, with the shimmer of a sort of peach? No, not peach, something with a bit of brown in it so it looked not so girl, but something more sophisticated.
"It matters," Kate said, typing information on to a tablet. "We're only going to do this once, and you can't say no to this one."
No, she couldn't, Cassie knew. The wedding was shaping up to have a nod to tradition, with that kicky off beat style the world knew Kate Bishop for.
"Hey," Billy gave a general wave in Cassie's direction as she stepped into the kitchen, hoodie and sweats on. He stood in front of the stove, his hand on the handle of the frying pan. "How goes preparing for the wedding of the century?The likes of which New York has ever seen? Oh," Billy's eyes grew sober when he saw Cassie's face. "That bad? Is Kate going all 'bridezilla'?"
"No," Cassie shook her head, her ponytail bouncing from side to side with the motion. "Kate's being... Kate. Highly organised, ruthlessly efficient, looking - gorgeous while doing so. The only thing I need to do is find someone to walk me down the aisle."
Billy cracked an egg, his voice shaded with sympathy, almost lost in the sizzle as the splash of egg met heated surface. "That's... what about your mom?"
"We get along," Cassie admitted grudgingly. "I mean, we're okay, you know? But she'd - Blake."
"Your stepdad. Yeah, that's rough. What about Mr Stark? Or Captain America? You grew up in the mansion with them, right?"
"I did, but no,not them," Cassie shook her head, and laughed. "To walk down the aisle, to - give me away from childhood to adulthood, that's gotta mean something. It's y'know, symbolic. If it had been up my mom, or Captain America or Tony Stark, they'd still want us to be kids. I can understand that - but no."
Billy grunted his agreement as he served the egg on his plate, seated on the adjacent counter. They were sunny side up, the yolks as bright as sunflowers.
"What do you think?" Cassie tossed the question at him.
"I think, whatever choice you make will be a good one, Cass. Don't sweat it."
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