Monday: Happiness
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deanangst here, I’m filling in this week for langstonlover. I've never tried this before so please ignore the errors.
The Theme for today is Happiness. What would bring your character the most happiness? Is it love, money, friendship, family?
As always, remember the rules:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space!
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• Leverage, Eliot/Team, Eliot is the happiest when his team is gathered around the table enjoying a meal he prepared with his own two hands.
• Angel, Lindsey, Even with the wealth and Power he now had at WR&H Lindsey only felt true happiness when he played his daddy’s old guitar.
• Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, Words could never express the happiness they felt as they held their babies for the first time.
Enjoy!
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deanangst here, I’m filling in this week for langstonlover. I've never tried this before so please ignore the errors. The Theme for today is Happiness. What would bring your character the most happiness? Is it love, money, friendship, family?
As always, remember the rules:
• No more than five prompts in a row.
• No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
• No spoilers in prompts.
• If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space!
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
• Leverage, Eliot/Team, Eliot is the happiest when his team is gathered around the table enjoying a meal he prepared with his own two hands.
• Angel, Lindsey, Even with the wealth and Power he now had at WR&H Lindsey only felt true happiness when he played his daddy’s old guitar.
• Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, Words could never express the happiness they felt as they held their babies for the first time.
Enjoy!
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Date: 2012-09-24 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 11:42 am (UTC)The Best Days Of Our Lives
Date: 2012-10-01 02:23 am (UTC)Rock Stood at JTs side, holding his hand and whispering loving, encouraging words to him as the younger man labored with their first child. "Your almost there love." He told him. "Just one more push." He finished, squeezing JT's hand tighter to give him some more encouragement.
JT took in a deep breath and clung to Rock, as he gave the final push. "Ahhhh!!!" JT screamed in pain as the doctor gently eased the baby from his body, and very soon he felt no more pain. "Congratulations." The doctor told them as he handed the blanket wrapped infant to JT.
"It's a Bueatiful baby girl." JT and Rock both had tears in their eyes as the looked upon their first born daughters face for the first time. She was the most Bueatiful thing either of them had ever seen. "Our little Gracie." JT whispered, as he watched his new daughter wrap her tiny hand around his pinky.
"I've never been so happy in all of my life." Rock whispered, looking down at his new family.
November 1st 1884
"JT, would you like to cut the cord?" Doc Mitchell asked the young cowboy, holding out a pair of siccors. "Yes sir." JT replied smiling and carefully cut the umbilical cord of the second of their twin girls. Rock laid in bed, so exhausted that he could barely hold his own head up.
"Where are my little angels?" He asked. JT had a big smile on his face as he brought both of their tiny baby girls over to Rock and laid them carefully in his arms. Rock opened his eyes and looked at his babies. "Oh, love, their bueatiful." He said, letting a tear drip down his cheek.
"They sure are." JT agreed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking Rock into his arms. Gently he rested his chin on Rocks shoulder and starred down at their gorgeous twin girls. "Ya know what Rock?" JT asked. "What?" Rock asked him. JT smiled.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy." He told him.
November 25th 1885
JT held himself up against the doorframe, "Rock!" JT screamed. Rock looked over at there four year old daughter. "Watch your new brother Gracie." He told her and rushed back to JT.
"Owww!!!" JT screamed as his pushed their second son out into Rocks arms. "You did it, love!" Rock exclaimed as he lifted up the tiny bloodied infant up into JTs arms. "Oh my god." JT whispered, wrapping the baby up
Rock smiled as he brought the first twin back over and handed him to JT. "Rock, their perfect." JT told him, holding their newborn sons close to his chest. Rock kissed JTs chest. "Just like You." He whispered to him as he gently stroked the babies soft warm skin.
December 31st 1886
"Push Honey! Push!" JT shouted to Rock. Rock held tightly to JTs hand and neared down with all the strength he had in his body. "Ahhhh!!!!!! God!!!!!" He shouted in pain, gripping JT's hand tighter. "Thats it Rock, The baby's head is crowning." The doctor announced.
. "Oww." He wined. "Push!" JT commanded him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Rock screamed as he gave one last mighty push and delivered their tiny new baby.
"It's a boy!" Doc Mitchell announced as he handed the baby over to Rock. Rock pulled back the blanket and looked down at the baby. "You put me through hell, kid." He told him, grinning a little. JT looked over Rocks shoulder and reached down to touch the baby's cheek.
"See, babe, I told you, you could do it." They looked down at their new little son. "Oh love." Rock whispered as his eyes filled up with tears. "Ive never been so happy." He told him as he gently nuzzled the baby.
"Me neither." JT replied as he pressed a gentle kiss to the babys soft little head.
August 19th 1887.
JT was awaken from his daze when Rock opened the bedroom door and walked over to the bed. "What're ya thinkin about love?" Rock asked jokingly, noticing the distracted look in JTs blue eyes. JT put down their old photograph book, witch contained all the precious memories of their family.
"Rock?" JT asked. "Yes love." Rock replied, pulling off his boots. "What would you say was the happiest moment in your life?" He asked him, resting his chin on Rocks shoulder. Rock smiled. "When we held our precious children in our arms for the first time." He told him. JT smiled. "That's all I needed to hear." He said, taking Rock's hand. "Rock.." He said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Let's have another baby."
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Date: 2012-10-26 05:08 am (UTC)Well, okay, maybe they were friends. Sort of. But that didn't mean she wanted to sleep in the same room as any of them. No, she liked it better when she was alone. Being around people made things complicated and confusing, and they usually annoyed or bored her.
Except, if that was true, then why was she in the air vent, looking down through the grating at Nate? Nate, who, in a very Nate-like way, was pacing around his room with a drink in his hand? Nate, who was looking over at the door, because someone had knocked on it. Parker watched as he stepped out of view for a second, before coming back with a hand on his head.
"So, Nate, I was listening to the phone tap we've got, and it looks like Mrs. Money-Money really like her some soap operas. I was thinking -"
"Hardison, can't we do this... you know, tomorrow?"
"Nah man, cause look at this-"
There was another knock on the door and Hardison plopped himself on the couch right under her as Nate answered it. There was an pause after the door opened; Hardison looked up after a minute and waved someone in.
Eliot stepped into the frame made by the grating, glaring around the room. "I was just looking for some ice. My room doesn't have a bucket."
"There's some over there," Nate said, clearly still by the door. Eliot's eyes zeroed in on the bucket and he moved toward it, just as Parker heard Sophie's voice filtering in through the hallway,
"Oh, Nate - oh. Well then. Looks like the party got started without me." Sophie came swishing in - Sophie swished. Parker didn't get how she did it, but there was no other way to explain it, except for swishing. Hardison had turned on the television, and Eliot sat down beside him with a, "Whatcha watching?"
Sophie was getting a drink of water from the mini bar and Nate was staring at everyone just inside the frame, scowling. And Parker watched, captivated. There was a spot on the couch right between Hardison and Eliot - Sophie settled into the armchair, raising her water bottle at Nate. "Why don't you sit down Nate, we can watch a movie or something."
"Hey!" Hardison held up a hand, and Parker heard the door closing before Nate sat down on the edge of the bed, a whole bottle in his hand. "Guys, where's Parker?"
For a second Parker froze - did they know she was up here? She was only watching, she thought to herself defensively, there was nothing wrong with watching. It wasn't like she could possibly be annoying them.
Nate's head was in his hand again, but Eliot had stood up. "I'll go get her," he said, heading for the door and Parker couldn't help but grin. He hadn't been annoyed with her - he'd been looking for her. In a second the grating was removed and she'd dropped down into the middle spot she'd scoped out before.
"Jesus woman!" Hardison yelped, and Eliot turned around, looking... something. But there was a smile on his face, and she could help but grin at Nate who muttered,
"This is my room."
Parker had the remote in her hand before Hardison even realized it was missing, and she flicked through the channels until she came to a horror movie. Sophie cringed and complained, Eliot sat back down, Nate had another drink and Hardison closed his laptop so he could stretch out.
Being around these people wasn't complicated or annoying, and most of the time it wasn't even boring. It was fun, and she wondered when she started enjoying the company of her team. There wasn't a single moment she could pinpoint, but as she whacked Eliot with a pillow at the same time the vampire appeared on the screen, she knew she liked it better with these guys than without them.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:22 pm (UTC)The Wild, Wild West(TV), Jim/Artie, in the train car having survived another one.
Fill - A Taste of Happiness
Date: 2012-09-24 03:09 pm (UTC)Though he could have done without the chemical smell that accompanied them.
"James, my boy," Artie grumbled, backing out of his workshop with Jim's sleeve rig in one hand, and his erstwhile jacket in the other. "One of these days, we're really going to have to do something about this, you know."
Jim raised an eyebrow, not bothering to move otherwise. That damned wrestler had been enormous. His right side was a work of art in purple and green, and he wasn't budging for all the tea in China. Or all the gold in that mansion basement, either.
"About what, Artie?" he managed, feeling a tiny smile tug at his lips as Artie tutted absently over the rips in what had once been a very nice powder blue jacket, and the snarled mess of straps that had done most of the damage. "We can't very well ask villains to hire less impressive guards. Well, we could, but I don't think it would work very well, do you?"
Artie clucked in annoyance, leaving the jacket draped over the arm of his chair as he strode over to lean on the back of Jim's, dropping the rig into his lap. Jim reached for it automatically, and winced at the pull on his ribs, glaring up at an entirely unapologetic Artemus Gordon.
"You could stop always going for the big ones," Artie noted, with a very charming and also very fake smile. "There's a perfectly good gun in that rig, Jim. Much as I enjoy watching you dance, it might be nice once in a while if you could avoid having your arm and most of your ribs pummelled by hands that could do a nice side line as rock crushers."
Jim grinned back, but his was a little more genuine. "It might," he agreed. "But then you wouldn't get the chance to lecture me when we got back." He smiled, tipping his head back to grin right into the worried twinkle in his partner's eyes. "And you know you'd be disappointed if that happened, Artie."
Artie narrowed his eyes, mouth pursing in a frown, but Jim caught the twitch in the corner of it. He caught the smile lurking under it. "James, my boy," Artie murmured. "I could lecture you all damn day, and I wouldn't need an excuse to manage it. You know that."
Jim smiled softly, reaching up with his good arm to catch his partner's sleeve, tugging gently at it until Artie leaned down. Which Artie did, willingly. "Or," he said, smiling faintly. "You could save the lecture for tomorrow, and do something else with that silver tongue of yours?" The one that had gotten them into all that trouble, reliable as clockwork, and the one that had gotten them right back out again, only a few bruises and a small explosion later.
Artie stared at him, his head poised over Jim's, so close and so thoughtful. Artie gazed down at him ... and smiled. A slow, dangerous little grin, that came very, very close to making Jim forget all about his bruises, just by itself. Not a happy smile, but a smile to find happiness in.
"Mmm," Artie agreed, as he leaned in those last few inches, and smiled against Jim's mouth. "Maybe I could at that."
Yes. A smile to find happiness in, and a very enjoyable tongue.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:23 pm (UTC)Human Target, Chance/Guerrero, If Chance is happy, he's happy.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:24 pm (UTC)The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, Being a daft bugger is underrated.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:25 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, He's beginning to remember what it is to be happy.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:25 pm (UTC)And I am waiting for it to be over too [Gale/Katniss] present day au
Date: 2012-09-24 06:19 pm (UTC)And that's okay, he doesn't mind it. Except when it wraps around him, a python, and suddenly strikes... Except then, when it takes all his inner strength not to whisper the secrets of his ways to her.
Emotions bind him, grip him, and shake him in their stead.
Until he can't imagine facing another day of his omittance.
The day he says, "We could do it you know..." - he's made a mistake. Let something slip. Had to, finally, just to let her know. Because sometimes, even in world with so many resources, a world where a hospital is a car ride away, and you can reach someone on the telephone... There's this sense of impending doom.
Gale can imagine losing her so fast.
His mistake. It gets swept under the rug, and he doesn't have to face it for long. Katniss is gone.
They don't speak for so long, sure communication is lost. And then finally, by the hand of Luck itself, Gale comes upon a number, and he texts her, and he waits.
And there she is. His Katniss. His hero, strong-willed, perseverant, and with all the dangerous edges of a serrated knife.
But still, he finds himself holding back. Because their relationship - it's not emotional. It's about teamwork and a place to host fake morale in a world where so much goes wrong, and two teenagers have no power. None at all.
Or -
Gale can never tell her. She's the one he'd look to in the middle of a desert with no one else around. She's the one who leads him, guides him with a hand upon his shoulder, no matter how many states away she is.
Gale cannot tell her that Katniss is the one. The one person who can make him feel happy, a genuine smile helpless to spread across his face amongst a sea of false illusions. And a much more real kind of pain.
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:26 pm (UTC)Sherlock. Sherlock/John, Happiness is those rare moments when Sherlock really sees him.
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Date: 2012-09-24 03:38 pm (UTC)Not Without Her
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Date: 2012-09-24 01:34 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, PG
Date: 2012-09-28 03:48 pm (UTC)In the beginning, Arthur was a soldier betrayed by his country and Eames was a thief betrayed by his employer.
It wasn't so much them liking each other as wanting to kill everyone else.
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Arthur saves Eames' life on his way into hiding. It was an accident more than anything else, but Eames is loyal when given a reason to be.
And at the moment? When an American soldier takes time out of his busy schedule to put a bullet into the brain of the killer-for-hire about to put a bullet into Eames' brain?
Well, everyone else in the world has turned on Eames, so he turns on them right back and follows Arthur.
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It's three years before Eames introduces Arthur to Mal. By that point in time, Eames and Arthur have spent thirty-five of the past thirty-six months arguing, half of it fucking, and a lot of it training so they can cover each other's weak spots.
They didn't get along at all in the beginning, with Arthur considering just killing Eames most of the time, and Eames wondering if the protection was worth the aggravation.
But. When they’re not fighting, Eames makes Arthur laugh like no one else ever has. And Arthur manages what Eames’ father never did – teaches Eames to kick ass.
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When Mal dies and Arthur goes with Dom to protect the father of Mal’s children, Eames goes into a form of hiding.
The rest of the world can’t find him, but Arthur always can.
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No one ever believes the story of how they met.
Of course, every version they tell is a lie.
No one ever believes they’re anything more than colleagues who can work together for a common goal, either.
And they’ve never hated each other, even back in the beginning, when Arthur asked daily why the fuck he’d even bothered to save Eames’ life.
Every time Arthur muffles his laughter at Eames’ joke or comment or snark, Eames knows it’s Arthur’s way of saying, I’m glad I killed that fucker that day.
And every time Eames says something sarcastic about Arthur’s ideas, Arthur knows it’s Eames’ way of saying, I’ll follow you anywhere.
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Date: 2012-09-24 01:37 pm (UTC)Fill, Scarface, Elvira
Date: 2012-09-24 11:00 pm (UTC)As Elvira flicked through the clothing on the rack, a gratingly familiar voice said, "Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but I think I know you from somewhere."
It was Linda Johnson, her only friend from high school. The girls had been inseparable, mostly as a defense mechanism against the rest of the school. She hadn't changed much since their dorky days, only now she pushed a stroller, a spit-up stain had dried onto her sweater and she had dark circles under her eyes.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" she asked cooly.
"Ellie!" Linda squealed. "I thought it was you! Imagine seeing you here in Miami!"
"Ditto."
"Well, my husband had to go on this business trip, so he invited me along. I thought I'd come out and window shop. Better than being cooped up in the hotel room all day." She eyed the dresses Elvira had picked out enviously. "Are you really going to buy those?"
A pang of guilt struck Elvira. Here she was spending Frank's money on expensive clothes, and her only true friend couldn't even afford a babysitter! "Try something on."
"Oh, I couldn't. Baby weight, you know. I'd probably split the dresses in half!" Linda giggled.
"I've got the perfect way to lose weight." She looked around for any salespeople. When none were around, she opened her purse and showed her friend the cocaine.
Linda gasped. "Are you serious? You know people get hooked on this stuff!"
"So? I could hook you up. I'm sleeping with my dealer, I'd get you a discount--and I'm sure it would be no problem to get the stuff to Baltimore."
"Put that away. I'm not having that white powder anywhere near my baby!"
Elvira shrugged. "Your loss." She put the cocaine back in her purse.
Linda gazed at Elvira with loss and disappointment in her eyes. "You've changed, Ellie."
Elvira slipped back into ice-queen mode. "Your point is?"
"Look, I know we weren't popular back in high school or anything, but that's long over. You're still living in the past, trying to get all you never had. The expensive clothes, the drugs, the bed-warming. Does this make you happy, Ellie? Down in the corners of your soul?"
Elvira shrugged. "I don't aim for happiness, Lin. Not being miserable is enough." She turned away from her friend, winding her way through the racks of dresses.
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