Tuesday: Girls
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badfalcon and we're moving on to today's topic of Girls. Be it het, femmeslash or a good old gender bender, today is the day for the girls to come out and play.
Please just remember:
And, as ever, the correct format for prompts is as follows
White Collar, Diana/Christie, i like the hat
Leverage/Fringe, Parker/Astrid, milk
If today's round of h/c doesn't take your fancy, please remember there's always the Lonely Prompts
badfalcon and we're moving on to today's topic of Girls. Be it het, femmeslash or a good old gender bender, today is the day for the girls to come out and play.Please just remember:
- Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
- Take the monkeys into consideration when writing your prompt. If the prompt is too long, it becomes very hard to record it properly in the archive. Fics are also meant to be comment sized! If you get very inspired, that's ok, but long detailed prompts deserve long detailed stories, and that's not what we're about. Thank you!
And, as ever, the correct format for prompts is as follows
White Collar, Diana/Christie, i like the hat
Leverage/Fringe, Parker/Astrid, milk
If today's round of h/c doesn't take your fancy, please remember there's always the Lonely Prompts
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Date: 2011-02-22 08:18 pm (UTC)JJ grins. "Yes," she says, and sips her wine. "Yes, it was mean, but it also worked."
Rossi shakes her head. "I'm impressed, JJ, where were you thirty years ago?" She's smiling as she says it, genuinely amused, but JJ can feel the bite hiding in her words.
It doesn't take much to imagine the source of the bitterness or the anger. Daniela Rossi had been the only woman in the BAU at a time when sex crime seminars had amounted to bad porn and dirty jokes. JJ can imagine the day to day hadn't been much better, even with guys like Gideon and Hotch in the unit.
She fingers the stem of her glass, trying to find the right way to put that into words. She does this for a living, it should be easy, but nothing comes to mind.
"Don't, JJ," Rossi says, downing the remnants of her Scotch. "It sucked, yes, but I handled it."
"I know," JJ nods, "but that's the point. What you went through back then—"
"—sucked, yes, we've established that." Rossi orders another drink. "It did. Time's not made it look any better and I'm not pretending I broke any great barriers, I wasn't even trying. No medals from the feminists of America for me. I probably wouldn't even rate a gold star. I just wanted to do the job and I knew what I was getting into. I knew I'd meet some real rat bastards along the way. I wasn't any different than any other woman of my generation." She grimaces. "Of my generation. God, that sounded pathetic, didn't it? Don't tell my editor, she'll never let me live it down."
JJ laughs. "Scouts honor."
"Good," Rossi winks. She sits back with her drink and crosses her legs. "Truth is, I was a lousy feminist. There's not a single dumb blonde joke I haven't told, my skirts bordered on the ridiculous, and between husbands, I blew through a probably alarming number of hot young studs. Literally." She tips her head, smiling wickedly. "Gloria Steinem I was not."
Shaking her head, JJ finishes her glass. "I don't think anyone would expect that."
"Probably not, but they expect something I never managed to be," Rossi says on a sigh. "You, Prentiss, and Garcia, you've inherited the consequences of my mistakes."
"And the benefit of your successes," JJ says. "We all have."
"You're not going to thank me or anything, are you?" Rossi asks, her dark brows drawing together with suspicion. As disturbed as she apparently is by the thought, maybe, she's just a little flattered too. It's hard to tell.
Profilers. All the same. Can't hide anything from them while they hide the world from you.
"No," JJ says. "It's just something that needs to be said. You guys catch a lot of the blame, sometimes, but not much of the credit."
"Way of the world," Rossi offers, shrugging.
"Not in mine," JJ says. "I'm here because of you and forget arguing with me. You know what I'll do."
"You're a cruel woman, Jennifer Jareau," Rossi holds up her glass in a toast. "I think I love it."
"All shall love me and despair," JJ agrees with a wink. "Now buy me a drink, tell me about baby Hotch, and I'll forget about unholy vengeance."
"You might," Rossi says, even as she holds up a hand, "but will he?"
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Date: 2011-02-24 09:36 am (UTC)And then she flies.
The wind whips through her hair and her cape flares behind her and there's no one to stare but the stars.
"Here comes...the girl wonder!"
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Date: 2011-02-22 12:30 pm (UTC)FILL! (Mature)
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Date: 2011-02-22 12:50 pm (UTC)and kiddo makes three - PG, gen, AU
Date: 2011-02-24 05:06 pm (UTC)Jo asked Cas once if (s)he would've preferred staying with the boys. Castiel used to have some sort of bond with Dean, after all. Anyone with eyes could see that.
Cas simply looked at her, with those eyes that haven't changed, and said that a possessed alligator was about to attack a fisherman. Jo never asked again.
Ellen doesn’t know how to treat an angel clothed as a young girl. It would’ve been easier, she’s sure, if Cas still looked like Castiel, like a grown man, tired and weary. Those, she knew how to deal with. But everything she learned raising Jo doesn’t count with Cas.
Jo sighs and hugs Ellen, and Cas keeps watch, invisible wings spread wide.
They will meet War tomorrow, and the Winchesters won’t be far behind.
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Date: 2011-02-22 01:47 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-02-22 07:01 pm (UTC)Jo had always seen herself as the "big brother" in her family, punching the neighborhood boys who made her sisters cry, climbing trees, and generally doing anything she could to avoid the feminine persuits deemed proper for a young lady.
As she had matured into a teenager her male friends had started acting weirdly; alternately avoiding her and smothering her with unwanted tokens of intent. Only Laurie acted more or less the same.
Jo had struggled against the additional restrictions her age had placed on her, fought to be allowed to run around with her skirts hiked up around her knees (Scandalous!) and wept bitter tears over the expectations of her gender.
She didn't want to be some man's dainty little wife, she wanted adventure and learning. Jo often privately lamented that she had been born a woman, but she did her best to remain strong, to protect her sisters.
She feels betrayed when Laurie asks to marry her, and a little affronted. She knows he loves her, just as she loves him in a brotherly manner, but it still feels like he is only offering because he believes that she can't procure a husband on her own.
Jo is happy in New York, though she struggles with loneliness and the disappointment of rejection after rejection from the publishers.
Then she meets Friedrich Bhaer and for the first time in her life she thinks she understands what all those twittering girls her sisters enjoyed chatting with used to talk about.
Jo feels flushed and embarrassed and just a little sick when she's around him. Her usually agile and witty mind feeling slow and thick, like molasses in the winter time. She stumbles over her words until her temper flares and Jo can see that Mr Bhaer is impressed by the way she lays into the ninny who thought that her opinion meant nothing simply because she had breasts.
She finds herself thinking of him often when they are apart and the lady of the house has taken to smiling knowingly at her after a short chat about how discretion is the most important of all womanly virtues.
They become close over her time there but Jo must return home and so she bids him a tearful farewell. Her heart is breaking as she enters the cab that is the first part of her journey.
Jo knows she will not see Fritz again. He is a man who can go anywhere and do as he likes, why would he come after some poor girl with dreams of being a writer that will never come true?
She does her duty for Beth and she mourns quietly when Beth is gone. She makes sure that her family doesn't fall into ruin over grief.
Jo doesn't count how long it is until she gains her inheiritance, nor how long it is since she's last seen Fritz. She tries not to think about him at all but his broad, gentle hands and warm, dark eyes invade her dreams more than she'd care to admit.
Daisy and Demi are the joy of her heart and when Laurie and Amy announce their engagement she feels happiness on their behalf but the loneliness of her own life is thrown far more sharply into relief.
Jo works hard to make her way, not allowing other's perception of what she should or shouldn't do to stop her. If things become desperate enough she is ready to sacrafice herself to a marriage of convieniance but she cannot promise that she will be a good wife.
Sometimes she still wishes she had been born a man.
Then Fritz arrives, unexpectedly, with his hat in his hand and love in his eyes.
In stilted, heavily-accented English he tells her of his feelings and begs Jo to take him as her husband. He is surprised by her tears but accepts her into his arms when she smiles through the tears and says yes.
Jo is busy that first year, preparing for the wedding and getting the school ready for it's first students. Together they are enough to keep her from dwelling on her own shortcomings.
But finally all is in readiness and as she stands in the side room waiting for the wedding march to begin playing she turns to her sisters in terror, knowing of her own failings in the domestic arts.
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Date: 2011-02-22 02:16 pm (UTC)"But..."
"I know, I'm just too cute, I get it, But please, stop petting me!
Dean looks at the situation in front of him and just laughs and laughs. Serves Castiel right for insisting Dean go visit his cousin Tony. Cas just doesn't know his cousin's coworker.
"Dean, you could at least try to help me out here." Castiel deadpans, cobalt eyes blazing.
"Well, I could, but the fun is in watching Abs torture you."
DiNozzo sat next to Dean. "Poor angel, huh?"
"Yeah, but Cas is a pretty powerful dude. He could save himself if he wanted to."
"I could, but I do not want to kill your cousin's coworker."
"Abby, let the angel go." Gibbs said, sauntering into the bullpen and commanding the tem's attention. "We have a case to solve."
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