Monday: 5+1
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mahmfic. The theme for today is 5+1. Five of these, one of another.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Esposito/Ryan, Five times Esposito tried to say 'I love you' and time Ryan beat him to it
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft + or / Sherlock, Five times Mycroft meddled in Sherlock's life for Sherlock's own good and the one time Mycroft meddled for no reason at all.
If you don't like today's theme, look at the lonely prompts.
Enjoy!
tag=5+1
mahmfic. The theme for today is 5+1. Five of these, one of another. Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Esposito/Ryan, Five times Esposito tried to say 'I love you' and time Ryan beat him to it
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft + or / Sherlock, Five times Mycroft meddled in Sherlock's life for Sherlock's own good and the one time Mycroft meddled for no reason at all.
If you don't like today's theme, look at the lonely prompts.
Enjoy!
tag=5+1
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Date: 2012-06-25 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 05:53 am (UTC)Fill (G)
Date: 2012-06-25 12:58 pm (UTC)Cassie wanted Jake. That was obvious to any one who saw her whenever Rachel's cousin came around her. The girl became almost completely different from her usual self. She was shy and blushing, and she tried, but failed miserably, to be like any other girl and get the attention of the guy she liked. Rachel didn't see the attraction, but she saw the effect Jake had on Cassie and, from that moment on, wanted her cousin and her best friend together.
Dragging Cassie to the mall was a normal occurrence for them, but though they often went shopping together, Rachel could rarely get Cassie to buy any real clothes other than jeans or allow her to buy them for her. One day, however, after an especially dangerous battle against the Yeerks the night before and treating them both to lunch and cinnamon buns afterwards -- What was the point of keeping one's figure if you knew you were going to die sooner or later, after all? You didn't want to hear people talking about how good looking and skinny you were at your funeral but rather what a good person you were. --, Rachel insisted on buying Cassie a new outfit. She adamantly refused to try on a dress or even a skirt, so Rachel got her a new blouse and a new pair of jeans, which were far more feminine than anything currently in Cassie's closet, which Rachel knew well, having ransacked it many times in the past in vain attempts to find something that would catch a guy's eye but finding nothing that would make even her cousin look twice.
Cassie looked good in the new clothes, but it still wasn't enough to Rachel's way of thinking. She bought her a tube of lipstick. Cassie swore she'd never use it, but Rachel shoved it into a pocket on her new jeans nonetheless. She bought her dress, too, but claimed it was for her as she knew Cassie would refuse to let her buy it if she had any inkling it was really for her.
The dress hung in Rachel's closet for months, and then one day, she spied Jake and Cassie kissing. Her grin was almost as big as hers. That evening, she wore the dress herself, knowing, at last, that Cassie had been right. She didn't need a dress or anything like most girls did to catch the man of her dreams. Their hearts did all the wooing that was necessary.
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Date: 2012-06-25 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 10:34 pm (UTC)It's over at my journal on account of it got a tiny bit long.
Mild Spoilers.
fic (http://livingtolaugh.livejournal.com/4352.html)
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Date: 2012-06-25 07:14 am (UTC)Fill: White Collar, Peter/Neal, 5x Peter didn't let Neal make his own choice and 1x he did
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Date: 2012-06-25 08:32 am (UTC)Fill (PG-13) 1/2 - SPOILERS FOR 7.23
Date: 2012-06-27 01:48 am (UTC)Sam is gone when Castiel arrives in the Winchester’s motel room, and Castiel would have expected the quarters to be quiet. They’re not.
Dean’s in the kitchenette, frying something and singing, loudly. His voice is not unpleasant, nor is the smell from what ever it is that he’s cooking, and Castiel finds himself frozen, watching.
He’s noticed almost immediately. Dean stills, then turns, hand going for the pistol in his waistband. The hand drops.
“Jesus, Cas,” Dean says. “Seriously, we’ve talked about this. Would it kill you to knock?”
Castiel can see the expressions flit across Dean’s face: wariness turning to annoyance mixed with a tinge of something else. He wonders how he can recognize each one, and still not understand Dean, the one human who should be an open book to him.
“I have information on a Seal,” he says, and Dean sighs.
“Let me get my jacket.” He turns of the stove, and brushes past Castiel.
Castiel edges closer to the stove. Dean was cooking hamburgers, his favorite, or so he understands. Castiel reaches out, breaks off a crumb.
It’s actually not that bad.
***
It takes Dean a long time to wake up. He’d drunk quite a bit the night before at the brothel, and even more after that. Even to Castiel, the last night is a bit of a blur. When Dean does wake up, he spends half the morning stumbling around and cursing, something about tequila being the work of Lucifer. Castiel doubts that, but he can understand the sentiment.
Finally, Dean fries them both eggs. Castiel’s not sure why eggs, or why Dean made him one too, since he’s perfectly fine, but he eats it anyway. It’s somehow slimy and crispy at the same time. He doesn’t think he likes it.
Dean seems happier afterwards, which is probably because Castiel took his headache away with a casual brush of his hand that Dean barely even noticed.
Castiel’s not going to tell him. Dean needs something to believe in, even if it’s just a hangover cure.
***
Sam’s laughing.
Castiel’s not sure what’s so funny. Dean looks perfectly respectable in the white jacket he’s wearing for their latest job.
“You should be the one doing this,” Dean growls at Sam, shoving a plate piled with chicken and steamed vegetables at him.
“Dude, you know I can’t cook.” Sam stops laughing long enough to take a bite of the chicken. He nods, makes a small noise of encouragement.
Dean rolls his eyes, but Castiel can see him smile as he turns away from Sam. “What about you, Cas?” Dean asks. “Want anything?”
There are so many answers to that, most of while boil down to you, but Castiel just shakes his head.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
Dean shoots him a full-powered grin at that, and Castiel tries to ignore the spark of pleasure that gives him.
Dean ends up giving him a slice of pie anyway.
***
They’re in the cabin in the mountains, and Dean’s fixing dinner. He’s still not happy about giving up his fast food, but apparently the desire to not turn into a brainwashed zombie is enough reason for Dean to go healthy. Sam’s somewhere outside, Castiel thinks, getting away from them. He doesn’t blame Sam at all; the atmosphere has been oppressive.
Dean’s chopping vegetables, and Castiel wants to volunteer to help, but talking to Dean isn’t as easy as it used to be. He misses Australia, misses the quiet, and the bees, and the way, so long ago now, that Dean could just be with him, without this awkward silence.
“You can set the table, if you want,” Dean says finally, and Castiel almost jumps.
There’s plates on the counter. Castiel takes them, brushing past Dean on his way to the table. They touch, just for an instant, and Dean doesn’t jerk away.
Castiel counts that as a victory.
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Date: 2012-06-25 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 05:14 pm (UTC)There are spoilers for the most recent episode, so I've posted the fic over at AO3 instead of on here, if that's okay.
Comfort (http://archiveofourown.org/works/443537)
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