Thursday: Sweet
Oct. 13th, 2011 01:16 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
sevencorvus.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
comment_ficThis Saturday is Sweetest Day, so in celebration (even if it is a Hallmark Holiday) the theme today is Sweet. The prompts can be the fluffiest, shmoopiest fic ideas you can think of, include a literal sweet, or even be about the holiday. You decide.
The Rules:
Criminal Minds, Reid/Rossi, Rossi gives him a treat/gift for Sweetest Day
Stargate Atlantis, Sheppard/McKay, McKay comes up with a sweet new invention
NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Tony and Gibbs celebrate their anniversary
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=sweet]
The Rules:
- Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing
or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn
in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
- Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.
- For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity remember to format your prompts correctly.
Criminal Minds, Reid/Rossi, Rossi gives him a treat/gift for Sweetest Day
Stargate Atlantis, Sheppard/McKay, McKay comes up with a sweet new invention
NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Tony and Gibbs celebrate their anniversary
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=sweet]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:17 am (UTC)Fic: The Sweetest Thing, Rossi/Reid, NC-17 (to be safe) (1/2)
Date: 2011-10-13 07:16 pm (UTC)However, Spencer doesn't react the way Dave thought he would when an extravagant bouquet arrives at his desk in the bull pen. The arrangement is everything the florist promised it'd be... The girls 'ooh' and 'ah', Morgan gives 'Reid' a little good-natured ribbing. And, yes, Spencer blushes. He smiles, shyly, pleasantly. Dave gets a warm, though discreet, glance of acknowledgement before Spencer goes on about his business of shuffling files around his desktop.
Dave isn't unhappy with Spencer's quiet acceptance of his gift, but where are the stuttering protests? Other than a short explication of the origin of the Seetest Day given to the team over lunch, where are the rambling lectures on commercialism and the romanticization of monetary expenditures?
Likewise, where are the demure asservations ("David, you really didn't have to..."), later, when the chocolates are delivered? When a jeweler's box is couriered to the break room... (Hotch is gonna say something about that, Dave's sure. "There's not being particularly circumspect about your relationshp," Hotch'll say, "Dave, and then there's flaunting the fact that you and Reid are lovers to half of the office." Like Dave would sign any of the notes that came with his gifts with his actual name.)
Dave doesn't like gifting Spencer for the shock value alone, but he doesn't want his gift-giving to have become commonplace either.
Luckily for Dave, he's too old for insecurity, so he asks Spencer, on the drive home, straight out if he liked all of his gifts.
Fic: The Sweetest Thing, Rossi/Reid, NC-17 (to be safe) (2/2)
From:Re: Fic: The Sweetest Thing, Rossi/Reid, NC-17 (to be safe) (2/2)
From:Re: Fic: The Sweetest Thing, Rossi/Reid, NC-17 (to be safe) (2/2)
From:Re: Fic: The Sweetest Thing, Rossi/Reid, NC-17 (to be safe) (2/2)
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:19 am (UTC)"Pie" - Hope you like!
Date: 2011-10-13 07:30 am (UTC).
.
"Here."
Castiel looks up from his place at the table.
"I don't understand."
Dean rolls his eyes and lifts the lid off the container he’s placed in front of Cas.
“It’s pie. You eat it.”
“I told him it was stupid,” Sam says, flopping down on the cheap motel bed, “He didn’t listen.”
“I find that he rarely does,” Castiel replies, his gaze flitting to Sam for a moment before settling back on the pastry in front of him.
“Don’t be a dick,” Dean says, taking the seat across from him, “It’s good, try it.”
Castiel stares at him silently, his shockingly blue eyes somehow even brighter with the hesitation in them.
“Cas,” Dean says, “I know we aren’t… I mean we don’t have the best… damn it, I’m not gonna try and poison an angel with pie!”
“It does smell appetizing,” Cas says, leaning forward to give it another sniff.
Dean’s grin is nothing short of debauched as he hands Cas a fork.
“It tastes even better, go on.”
Cas is still staring at Dean as he takes the first bite, licking his lips as he swallows.
“Apple,” he says, “It tastes of apple and cinnamon.”
“That’s because it’s apple pie,” Dean says, “Why is this so difficult?”
“There is no need for food in Heaven.”
Dean’s teasing grin freezes on his face as he processes what Castiel said. He spares a glance to Sam, but his brother is already fast asleep.
“Cas,” he says, “You’ll get back there. When this is all over, you’ll…”
“When this is over,” Castiel says, in a voice so somber that it breaks Dean’s heart just a little more, “There may not be a Heaven to go back to.”
“I don’t…” Dean trails off again.
Cas’ gaze bores into him and Dean feels lost, not for the first time.
“This war affects more than your world, Dean. More than humankind. My father is missing, and everything I’ve learned and known to be true is crumbling around me. Can you even comprehend what that’s like?”
Dean says nothing for a moment and then slowly reaches out and removes the fork from the death-grip Cas holds it in. He places it on the table before looking up again, letting Cas see him, really see him, every emotion that he buries in his day to day life.
“I wish I could say I didn’t,” he replies, “But damn it, Cas, I do understand. Me and Sammy? We understand way too well. “
“I see,” Cas says, but his tone is off.
Dean sighs.
“There’s a lot of fucked up shit in this world, Cas. And I’m just talking about the humans. People are… well, people suck. But for some reason, we still want to save them. Even when they suck.”
“Eloquent,” Cas says, and Dean can swear he hears a smirk in his voice.
“Shut up and eat your pie,” Dean replies, effectively ending the conversation.
“It is good,” Cas admits, after swallowing another bite.
Dean grins.
“Exactly. The world is shit, Heaven might implode, and people are assholes. But pie? Pie is always good.”
“Thank you, then,” Cas says, nodding slightly.
Dean shrugs. “It’s nothing. Hell, you’re stuck with us now, might as well enjoy what you can. Until you go back to Heaven, anyway.”
“And what if I can’t go back? What if there is nothing left to go back to?”
Dean shrugs again and offers a small smile.
“Then you’ll stay with us. For as long as you want.”
Castiel says nothing, simply regards Dean with sharp eyes.
“Plus,” Dean says, grinning, “There are hundreds of pie flavors. It could take a while to try them all.”
“Well then,” Cas replies, “I suppose I might be here a while, yet.”
“Alright,” Dean says, brandishing his own fork, “That’s settled. Let’s eat!”
Everything is complicated, and they could all die tomorrow, but for now, Dean and Cas eat in companionable silence. They have each other, and Sam, and Bobby.
For now, it’s enough.
THE END
Re: "Pie" - Hope you like!
From:Re: "Pie" - Hope you like!
From:Re: "Pie" - Hope you like!
From:Re: "Pie" - Hope you like!
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:21 am (UTC)no fic but
Date: 2011-10-13 05:29 am (UTC)Re: no fic but
From:I see your loving look wherever I go - PG, gennish
From:Re: I see your loving look wherever I go - PG, gennish
From:Re: I see your loving look wherever I go - PG, gennish
From:Re: I see your loving look wherever I go - PG, gennish
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:16 am (UTC)Being the trickster is perfect for him. If he occupied a mere human, he would be a beacon for his brothers and sisters, pagan magic covers that up perfectly.
...And maybe if he punishes the humans to much, well, they deserve it.
...Couldn't possibly be because if not for them, Lucifer (the brightest) never would have fell, Micheal (the commander) wouldn't be in pieces, and Raphael(the healer) wouldn't be so cold hearted.
... Oh how it *isn't*.
...So he goes on, tricks and candy, and no more brothers and sisters.
...And if he eats to much candy, nobody notices.
...Nobody notices he doesn't like candy either.
...Couldn't possibly be punishing himself, (the messenger) who was a *coward* (and ran, ran, *ran*) .
...It's just a reminder.
...Because candy is bittersweet.
...It reminds him of heaven.
(no subject)
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:30 am (UTC)No fic but
Date: 2011-10-13 05:33 am (UTC)Re: No fic but
From:Re: No fic but
From:Re: No fic but
From:Re: No fic but
From:Re: No fic but
From:Filled
From:Re: Filled
From:Re: Filled
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 05:59 am (UTC)FILL: Say My Name
Date: 2011-10-13 02:45 pm (UTC)The relative hush of the captain’s quarters surrounded Bones, as he stroked long fingers down Jim’s back. He leant in, and pressed his mouth against Jim’s, capturing kiss after heated kiss from the other man. Soft murmurs broke and coalesced between them, gentle sounds that grew infinitely louder by degrees as their bodies joined, skin sliding heatedly against skin as Bones slid deep inside Jim.
He felt the cool pressure of Jim’s hands against his back, fingers digging into his shoulderblades as he slowly moved against Jim. Bones soon lost himself to the feel of the other man beneath him and around him. Breath gasped from his mouth, eyes closed as he tried to pace himself, and tried not to come too soon. His need for the captain dominated everything, need intensified by Jim‘s murmured encouragements.
“Jim,” he murmured, as Jim’s body arched from the bed, chests meeting in a solid hot line.
Jim made a strangled noise in return, one part pleasure and three parts heated lust, as their hips rose and fell in time. Jim’s face was lust-blown, sweaty, and Bones felt his own sweat gathering and pooling in the small of his back. He came, shuddering out Jim’s name as he did so, eyes wide and captured by Jim‘s own. And when Jim came, nothing sounded quite so sweet or as fulfilling to Bones as Jim screaming his name beneath him.
Re: FILL: Say My Name
From:Re: FILL: Say My Name
From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 06:27 am (UTC)Filled: Popcorn
Date: 2011-10-14 12:54 am (UTC)Sunday nights Claudia and Jinks have movie night. They started out watching B-horror flicks; slashers, alien invasions, revenge, hauntings. They're now in the habit of watching a movie, any genre (thought still mostly horror), and whatever remake Hollywood has recently churned out.
They used to argue over kettle corn versus popcorn those first few weeks; Steve's much more of a kettle corn kind of guy. Now, while Claudia tosses handfuls of buttery, salty popped kernels into her mouth, Steve carefully picks through his bag of Jelly Belly jelly beans. The flavors that he can't decipher by color alone, he offers to Claudia. She always scrunches her nose up and says, "Eww. I like knowing what I'm about to put in my mouth."
The first time she said it, there was an awkward moment of silence and they could both hear Pete's voice in their heads, chuckling "That really is what she said." Now they just giggle, Claudia tossing a handful of popcorn at Jinks, him tossing an unidentified jelly bean at her.
"You should check that one out; it might have been cotton candy."
"You have been spending way to much time with Pete," Claudia says through a mouthful of popcorn.
He coughs into his hand, "Not one to talk."
Pete's voice calls out from the staircase, "Do I smell popcorn?"
As Steve panics and shoves his bag of jelly beans underneath a pillow yelling out "No!" Claudia chokes a little, a kernel going down the wrong way. She coughs and sputters, pushing the bowl of popcorn under her bed. Steve pauses, making sure that Claudia is okay before grabbing the remote and changing the television to Nick at Nite.
Pete knocks on the door, not waiting for an invitation before pushing the door open, "Oh, hey, guys."
Claudia clears her throat, "Hey there, yourself."
Pete sniffs the air, "There is a distinct aroma of popcorn in the air. And...wait for it--" he sniffs dramatically, "Jelly Bellys. Only 20 flavors though. And not Bertie Botts." His eyes narrow on the two younger agents, "You're holding out on me."
Jinks' looks offended, "No, Pete. We would never."
Pete looks from one to the other, examining their eyes, their facial muscles, and their postures. He cocks an eyebrows as his eyes slide over to the TV. After a few seconds he shrugs his shoulders, "Well, considering what you're watching, it really doesn't merit snacks." He turns and walks back to the door, pausing and looking over his shoulder, "But we really should sit down and discuss what qualifies as good and bad taste. And this is coming from me."
He leaves the room, pulling the door closed behind him. Claudia and Jinks exchange looks of relief before collapsing into fits of laughter. Steve composes himself and grabs his bag of jelly beans. He carefully inspects the bag, a grin spreading across his face as he pulls out a mottled yellow and white jelly bean. He hold it out to Claudia, as if giving a peace offering, "Buttered popcorn?"
no subject
Date: 2011-10-13 07:15 am (UTC)