Tuesday: Gifts and presents
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comment_ficGreetings!
I am sorry about yesterday, I was out celebrating my birthday and completely forgot about making the post before I left. But today I won't forget and due to this week being my birthday week, today's theme is Gifts! It could be an awesome random gift, a birthday present gone wrong or maybe a bomb concealed as a gift.
Just remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples:
Castle, Ryan/Esposito, Giving away the last donut
Dr Who, Amy/Rory, He is great at giving gifts
Leverage/Firefly, Sterling/Eliot + Badger, Sterling goes to his cousin to find the perfect gift for Eliot
(tag=gifts)
I am sorry about yesterday, I was out celebrating my birthday and completely forgot about making the post before I left. But today I won't forget and due to this week being my birthday week, today's theme is Gifts! It could be an awesome random gift, a birthday present gone wrong or maybe a bomb concealed as a gift.
Just remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples:
Castle, Ryan/Esposito, Giving away the last donut
Dr Who, Amy/Rory, He is great at giving gifts
Leverage/Firefly, Sterling/Eliot + Badger, Sterling goes to his cousin to find the perfect gift for Eliot
(tag=gifts)
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Date: 2011-10-04 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:11 am (UTC)SPOILERS FOR CHUCK SEASON ONE
Date: 2011-10-04 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 04:58 pm (UTC)Thomas nudged her with his elbow. Two hours into their wedding reception and his face was glowing with joy. Until the moment Saito had placed the small creme envelope in her hands, so had Ariadne. She hadn't really seen everyone all at once since the near disastrous engagement party Saito had thrown for them a year before. And it hadn't ended on the best of terms. Trying to extract "heinous" secrets from her then-fiance (poor, unwitting soul) had had a lot to do with it. An overreaction, probably, but everything about hers and Thomas' engagement had been nerve-wracking. Between his family objecting to her lack of family, and her "family" objecting to...anything they hadn't first spied, dissected, and traumatized...
But the wedding had been wonderful. Wonderful. She was a little short to really make a hanbok (http://soeullee.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/colorful-modern-fusion-hanbok-3.jpg) work, even a modernized one, but the ceremony was great, and there was no objection from the in-laws about changing into funky party dress for the reception. Plus? The guys had been great. Each one on their best behavior or better.
It probably wouldn't have been wrong to say she was glowing.
Until Saito put a heavyweight creme envelope in her hand. Thomas jabbed her again. "Well aren't you going to open it?"
Ariadne looked up from the envelope to her husband, and then at Saito. He opened his hand as if to say "Please do."
She took a deep breath and broke the golden wax seal on the other side. Inside was an aerial picture of an island. Well, an archipelago, really, but one of the islands had been circled and a note handwritten in Japanese script.
Ariadne frowned. "I don't understand. Are you sending us here on vacation?" She waved the picture in the air between them.
"Mmm, not precisely. Although you may wish to do so." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"So, then, what? You're giving us an island as a wedding gift?"
Saito shrugged.
Ariadne's eyes widened. She stared at him for a moment, then, "Seriously? An island?"
"You don't like it?"
Thomas snatched the picture from her fingers.
"An island?" she repeated.
"Too small?"
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:41 am (UTC)Gift: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Danny tries to pick out the perfect thanks for not being dead pres
Date: 2011-10-04 12:06 pm (UTC)Well, he does; Danny would love nothing more than to get Steve into some professional-looking clothing, but this isn't the time or the place for it. No, that'll be for his birthday in a few months' time. This needs to be something else entirely. Something with meaning. Something... personal.
"Babe," Danny tries, sitting on Steve's couch. They're as close as they always are - close enough that if Danny just leans over, he'll be touching Steve. Too close for plausible deniability, but they've always been this close, always.
"What?" Steve asks, frown on his face, and Danny realises that he started a thought and never followed it up.
"Uh," Danny says, for once at a loss for words. He reaches out and gingerly traces the bandage on Steve's arm; Steve inhales softly, but doesn't say anything. Danny looks at his fingers as they trail around the edges of the bandage: up, across, down, over. He drags his eyes up when he touches the corner he started on, and Steve's got this look on his face that's asking so much and saying the same amount.
It clicks suddenly, what Danny wants to give him, what he wants in return. He leans in and gently presses his lips to the edge of the bandage, them to the top of Steve's shoulder, and then, ever so softly, to Steve's lips.
It might be the best gift he's ever given.
Re: Gift: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Danny tries to pick out the perfect thanks for not being dead
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:42 am (UTC)FILLED: 100 words on personal taste
Date: 2011-10-10 09:43 am (UTC)Eliot was grinning at him. Which, Hardison had to admit, was kinda scary. The grin faded slowly. Which was even scarier. It was replaced with… well, in a lesser man, you’d call it disappointment. What that look meant with Eliot, Hardison had no clue.
“Least I could do. Bullet was meant for me. Would be dead, if you hadn’t shoved your machine in between. But if that ain’t the right kind of laptop, I’ll get you another one.”
“Nu-uh, ‘s fine, honest!”
White lie, didn’t count.
Re: FILLED: 100 words on personal taste
From:Re: FILLED: 100 words on personal taste
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:46 am (UTC)FILL
Date: 2011-10-05 05:54 pm (UTC)He's not sure how Kitty does it. He's not sure why she does it.
No, that's a lie. He knows why. Just doesn't want to think on it too hard. Might mean he'd have to do something about that reason.
But he still doesn't know how she always knows where he is, or where he's about to be when his birthday rolls around. Some years it's easy, of course. He's not always on the move. Then again he hardly knows where he'll end up when he is.
Pete frowns and scratches at the space between his eyes. Cigarette dangling from his lips he shakes the box that's been delivered instead of shaking his head.
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Those couple of years when they'd all thought he was dead? The worst. The absolute worst. Mostly in the beginning when it was all fresh and her guilt (all those fights) felt extra weighty. But even after the initial raw burn had died (Ha! Raw burn. The wisecracks Pete could make out of that) there was something numb and dead and disbelieving where there had once been a Pete Wisdom, and no one after had been able to fix it.
Then it turned out the rotten bastard was alive!
Ugh. Jerk.
But so long as the birthday presents she sent him never came back stamped Return To Sender, it was okay.
Now if she could only get him to sit still, because if had to sit through one more of Forge's sly remarks about stalking her exes...
Re: FILL
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:46 am (UTC)Sorry, no fill, but
Date: 2011-10-05 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 11:55 am (UTC)First Birthday
Date: 2011-10-23 01:40 pm (UTC)It had only gone six months since they lost Mary and none of them seemed to be function very well. Maybe Sam, but John wanted to believe it was because he was so little. He don't know what he would have been doing if he hadn't had Dean and Sam.
He wanted the revenge and he also wanted his boys to be safe and have a good life. He would try to manage to do both, and that’s why they were in Colorado. They where in the middle of no where, just because he been told to see this hunter Daniel Elkins.
Dean looked like he was curious in the place, but he didn't know he didn't speak much. He did light up when we did stop to buy presents to Sammy. Most was clothes, as he seems to grow so fast. John let Dean choose a present, and he went for a car.
Later they gave Sammy the presents, and he seemed to like the car most. It didn't surprise John, as the clothes were something he would have needed anyway.
Re: First Birthday
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Date: 2011-10-04 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 12:00 pm (UTC)fill
Date: 2012-03-02 01:53 pm (UTC)B-day
Nearly a year passed since Cas declared himself New God and strangely the world was still standing and what was even more strange – it seemed to be healing after all end of the world crap that hit the fan in last years. So Dean eventually had to suck it up and allow Cas back into his life. When next May came Dean started to catch himself on the thought that soon it will be Castiel birthday, sort of, and he would really need to give him something. And that’s where he hit a wall. Because what the hell one gives ex-angel, ex-human mutant deity for his B-day? Dean honestly didn’t have idea worth a dime, so he decided to seek help.
Dean would be hard-pressed to tell why his first choice of advice was freaking King of Hell, but still here he was: summoning ritual, demon trap – all in place. And mildly amusing demon with glass of scotch.
- Sorry, darling, what?
- What do I get Cas for his birthday?
- How about Dean Winchester in a nude with big bloody bow around important parts?
- Crowley! – growled Dean.
- What? You asked for my advice, I gave you one. And, pretty mouth, it you ever summon me again for such rubbish I will skin you alive, our lord in heaven favorite boy-toy or not.
- Been there, done that.
- Care for a repeat?
- Oh… just go to hell.
- Gladly. Cheers!
His second choice was newly resurrected Gabriel. Guy was a colossal asshole, but he got style and was Castile brother.
- Dean-o, my second favorite human-in-law.
- There is no such word.
- I’m pretty sure word of God trumps dictionary.
- Whatever. Look, it’s kind of his birthday and I thought…
- Don’t say a word. I’m on it! How about stripper in a cake?
- Cas’s birthday, not yours.
- You will be the stripper?
Dean sighed and started to draw banishing sigil.
His third choice would have been usually his first, but Sam lately was more weird than usual.
- I mean he is freaking God, what can you get him for birthday that he already doesn’t have?
- Exactly.
- Man, that’s weird.
- Tell me about it.
- You know, you could go old school?
- Meaning?
- Altar, sacrifices, all very Old Testament, you know.
- You really think it’s a good idea?
Sam shrugged and slurped his smoothie.
- Lucifer does.
- Freaking brilliant.
His fourth choice was Chuck, because man was a prophet, meaning he knew shit that was only going to happen in Dean’s life. But he was nowhere to be found and all advice Dean got was couple of nervous lines on answering machine: “Dean, hi. If it’s you, I mean. Just… love is an answer, man. Love is an answer. Good luck.”
After that Dean started to seriously contemplate buying his semi-friendly neighborhood deity a tie or something equally lame, because no way he was following advice of any those perverts. Also they were wrong, they weren’t like this. There were just Dean and Cas. Friends, sort of.
- Dean?
- Personal space, dude!
- My apologies, but I had impression you where prying for my guidance.
- I wasn’t prying, Cas. I don’t pray, remember? – But before Dean could drive himself into a corner, Castiel looked at him strangely and frowned:
- Dean why would I wish for you to sit inside a cake with a red ribbon around you manhood?
- No reason at all, Cas.
- Also please inform your brother and Lucifer I don’t require sacrifices.
- Right. No sacrifices. Check.
- I’ll be going, Dean.
- Yeah. See you, later.
- But I wouldn’t say no to a beer and a burger, - said Castiel and disappeared.
Dean smiled that… that he could do.
Re: fill
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Date: 2011-10-04 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 12:11 pm (UTC)Fill: We Belong, Reid/Tyler, The Covenant
Date: 2011-12-11 08:20 pm (UTC)Tyler laughed as the bag of chips he threw to Reid hit him in the face.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?" Reid asked with a small pout, throwing the chips onto the couch beside him.
"Are you pouting?! Tyler asked with a smirk.
"Hell no!" Reid answered, a frown now replacing the pout. "I don't fucking pout," he mumbled.
Tyler chuckled. "Okay, man, whatever you say. I'm gonna order the pizza. What movie did you get?"
"Uh, I got Lord of the Rings." Reid pulled at his fingerless gloves, suddenly nervous.
"Why? You hate that movie," Tyler asked, a note of confusion evident in his voice.
"Yeah, but you love it," Reid said quietly, not able to meet Tyler's eyes.
Tyler stood staring at Reid for a moment before a smile took over his face. He walked over to where Reid was sitting and leaned down. Reid looked up, surprise on his face, as warm, soft lips met his.
They got lost in the kiss until Tyler pulled back to see a subtle blush on Reid's cheeks. "I love you," he whispered.
Reid licked his lips. "I love you, too."
They stared at each other for a second before Reid finally broke the spell. "Weren't you gonna order the pizza? I'm starving."
Tyler rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Trust you to ruin the moment."
Reid kicked at Tyler's leg as he stood from the couch. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a romance killer. Now what do you want to drink?"
RE: Fill: We Belong, Reid/Tyler, The Covenant
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Date: 2011-10-04 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 12:17 pm (UTC)