Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Tolkein, Any Hobbit, The quest is over

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang, Achieving Fuhrer is within his grasp

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MCU, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, They're better together than separate

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Lucifer (tv), Dr. Linda Martin+Lucifer Morningstar (or +Mazikeen), Immortals and realizations about their feelings are pretty hard won

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, realizing that they have not hidden their relationship nearly well enough and everyone, including the team and the kids know about it

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve finally realizing that Danny's kids view him as another parent

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Steve entwined his fingers with Danny's, breathing a sigh of contentment. It had been a long time since he'd been this happy. He knew Danny was the cause for this. They had finally admitted to each other their feelings. The longing stares were over. The need to hide from each other and the word, over. They were free to be a couple. Sure, it was a struggle at times. Both wanting to be the alpha in their relationship. That's what made it all the more interesting, all the more, just more. He couldn't put this in words, what they had. He, we'll both, of them just knew it was right. It was like everything slotted together when they first kissed. They had wasted so much time trying to deny their feelings for each other. What fools they had been.

That was a year ago.

Now, as they shared coffee in Steve's kitchen, their kitchen, he was never happier. Danny withdrew his hand, reaching for the newspaper. He separated the sports pages from the news and slid them to Steve. Steve chuckled at that, raising the paper to hide his smile.

"So, since we have the day off, is there anything you want to do?" Steve lowered the paper, looking at Danny over it. He quirked an eyebrow at the question. Danny blushed slightly at the realization of what his words could mean.

"Not in particular. I don't have anything planned. I figured we could stick around here or go to the beach. Why, is there something you have in mind?"

"Well, Grace and Charlie are here for the weekend, so we do have to keep it PG. Maybe the beach would be a good idea. Then, we could come back, have a barbecue and end the night with a movie."

"That sounds like a plan. Why don't you let them know and I'll clean up in here."

Pushing back his chair, Danny went to find the kids. They were sprawled out in Grace's room watching YouTube videos. Their laughter drawing him down the hall to them. Knocking, he pushed the half open door so he could stand in the doorway.

"Steve and I came up with a plan for today. The beach, a barbecue and then a movie. Sound good?" Both kids looked at each other before nodding in agreement. "Ok, then get packed to go. Charlie, do you need help?"

"Dano, I can help him if he needs. It doesn't take much to pack a few beach toys." Danny laughed at Grace, turning to get ready himself. He stopped, looking over his shoulder at Grace. "I told you not to call me that."

He made his way back to the kitchen, finding Steve at the sink. He was just staring out the window. "Earth to Steve." Steve turned to him, a smile on his lips as he looked at Danny. Steve reached for his hand, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was only broken when they heard Charlie's voice.

"Grace, you were right. Our dads are just kissing again." Charlie ran from the kitchen, giggling as he went. Leaving both men standing in shocked silence. Steve looked down at Danny, confusion then happiness settling on his features. "Did he, they just call me, us dads?"

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, realizing those feelings he has for his brother are not at all unrequited

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Dean has desired Sam for a very long time… longing for him in ways other than brotherly friendship. He built it up in his head to the point of exhaustion; his mind made dizzy with thoughts about the touch of Sam’s pink lips, the honey-sweet taste; if the kisses Sam could gift to him like a blessing be made of delicate and tender touches or biting and possessive nips of sharp teeth.

Tonight, he doesn’t wish to wait any longer to find out how sweet Sam’s lips taste. Dean smiles prettily at Sam, blushing with a warm rosy glow coloring his speckled freckled cheeks as his jewel-green eyes twinkle like stars. Sam smiles back at him, big and bright and beautiful. “Kiss me, Dean, please,” he pleads. Dean smiles beautifully, he leans in eagerly, all too happy to kiss the man he cherishes with all his heart. Tipsy-Topsy-turvy; Sam’s mind spins with love and lust, and passion.

Their love is wrong. They know they should not be this close, it is sinful, and yet they can't stop the fire that consumes their burning souls. The desire calls to them like a siren song, and they lean in to kiss tenderly, their lips feather light and soft and sweet, kissing as the golden sun sets in the horizon.

“I love you, Sammy,” Dean whispers in the softness of the night. Sam’s heart flip flops, he beams brightly, whispering “I love you, Dean.” He leans in, kissing Dean sweetly.

They are lost in kissing, in the feel of their lips lovingly and sweetly caressing. Dean’s lips are soft and plump, marshmallow-sweet and the most delicious treat Sam has ever tasted their lips hungry for kisses and their bodies aching for pleasure. Dean dips low, lips close to Sam, a shy touch of softness that brings trembles rushing through the younger Winchester.

He kisses Sam with such a tender touch as Sam breathes deeply to take in the scents so familiar to his brother; the rich aroma of leather from the Impala, the musk gun oil from the weapons stock in the trunk, and the sweet spicy blend of sweat and whiskey.

Dean smells like home to Sam, the aroma welcoming him into the arms of the man he loves with all his heart.

♥ END ♥

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That was very sweet! Thank you for this cute fill.

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Supernatural, Mary Winchester, realizing just how badly John screwed up their sons with his neglectful actions and the way he raised them.

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Mary sat across from her sons in the diner. Dean and Sam were bitching about something. What, she couldn't tell, having tuned them out. They had been like this for a few days now and she was ready to lose her shit if it didn't stop. This was supposed to be their down time, away from the bunker and the hunting.

"I'm just saying, it's not how dad would do it." Sam gave Dean that look. The one that dared you to question his logic. Dean sat there, seething in his anger.

"Boys, enough. We're not on a hunt. Can't we just have a nice dinner together, no fights, no talk about the family business? Where did that come from anyway?"

Dean raised his head, meeting her gaze with his. His green eyes still flashing with anger. His jaw a hard line. She could practically hear his teeth grinding. "Dad. He's drill it into us. We're following in his footsteps, the family business. Saving people, hunting things."

Mary's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean? Is that all John taught you?"

Dean shifted in his seat next to Sam. He was still loyal to John after all these years. He loved is father, mourned his death, still followed the code that John had set down. But, he's also come to realize John was just a man, capable of making his share of mistakes.

"Yeah, he showed us how to hunt. How to shoot, track, kill what needs killing."

Sam cleared his throat. "No, he also showed us how to walk away. Like he did whenever he dropped us of at Bobby's. Or, like when I went to Stanford and wanted out of the hunting."

"Sam, shut your mouth. He did what he had to."

"Right, like when he gave me a .45. I was nine and afraid of the thing in my closet. That was a great solution."

Mary sat there, trying to process what her boys had just told her. John had dragged their boys into this life, not giving them a chance at a different life. They had always said their boys wouldn't know this life until they were old enough to make the decision for themselves. "Are you telling me he trained you as children?"

Sam spoke up first, stopping Dean from answering. "Yeah, from the time you died. He was obsessed with finding the demon that killed you. We moved around a lot, never staying in one place too long. When he went on longer hunts, he'd drop us off at Bobby's. Sometimes he'd be gone for weeks, no word. Then, he'd show up taking us to the next job."

"You make it sound like Dad didn't care about us. Like it was all about the hunt." Dean looked at Sam, his hands were in tight fists. He looked like he was ready strike out against Sam. His chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

"It was all about the hunt. He treated you like shit half the time. Barking orders which you followed, never questioning him. He didn't even give a shit when you dropped out of school. It was always about the hunt, finding the thing that took mom from him. Thing is, Dean, that demon took mom away from us, too. He also took dad in a way. We were just kids. You raised me, not dad. He should have put us first."

"Screw you, Sam." Dean brought his fist down on the table with such force, causing the dishes to rattle and silverware to fall to the floor. He pushed back from the table, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. He stomped out of the diner, slamming the door open, causing it to hit against the outer wall. Sam sat back, sighing. He ran a hand down his face, trying to figure out what to do next.

Mary reached over to him, placing a hand on his. "Give him a minute to cool off." Sam shook his head in response. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you boys. This wasn't the life I, we had planned for you or Dean."

"Yeah, well it's the one we got." Sam raised himself up to his full height. Reaching into his front pocket for the cash to pay their tab. Throwing the money down on the table, he went out after Dean.

Mary sat there, looking down at the table. Tears forming in her eyes, body shaking with guilt and anger. Guilt for not being there when her boys needed her. Anger at John, he'd failed their boys in so many ways. For the first time since returning, she was happy he was dead. She would have killed him herself after finding this out.

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swirlsofblue.livejournal.com

Brilliantly done

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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

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That was lovely and heartbreaking. I know Dean always tends to just ... forgive John all the abuse he heaped on them. I'm not even sure Dean is aware of all the denial going on inside himself (Chuck pointed it out nicely, though) John was a crappy father and I'd like to think Mary would have made sure her boys were raised right, had she lived.

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Thank you. Dean does tend toward forgive John. But, he was the only parent he had, so loyalty. Dean has blinders on, even knowing Sam was John's favorite. Had Mary been able to raise them, things would have been different. John was a horrible father. I'm glad you liked it.

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Highlander: the series, Richie Ryan, fully realizing that having to spend eternity in a teenager's body is not so fun after all

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,
If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other and we'd never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other, now
(Colbie Caillat)

Edited Date: 2017-05-26 01:52 pm (UTC)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams (+whoever is saying/thinking this quote):
"You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance." (Edward Flaherty)

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Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face (The Flaming Lips)

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Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase:
Now I know that I loved her
And I wish I had told her
But I was too slow it was already over
Yeah, I was too slow it was already over
("Best Friends" The Perishers)

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Any, any, "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." (When Harry met Sally)

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marlex.livejournal.com

any, any het pairing, realizing the other person has been subtly flirting for awhile now

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This story got long (for comment fic), so it's been posted on AO3 here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11020197). I hope you enjoy it!

Edited Date: 2017-05-28 03:39 am (UTC)

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marlex.livejournal.com

Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, finally finding peace

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ami-ven.livejournal.com

Any, any, realizing that they are now older than their deceased parent(s) had ever been

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(Post-series and background Phoebe/Mike. This one was kind of hard to write, because it's very heavy in terms of subject matter, but I still wanted Phoebe to feel like the light-hearted character she usually was on the show. Also, I personally find Phoebe more difficult to write than most of the other main characters.)

Phoebe has been writing songs ever since she was able to scrape together enough money (some of which had been taken from nerds she had beaten up, shamefully enough) for a guitar at seventeen years old. Her life on the street hadn't afforded many luxuries for her, but she had been willing to sacrifice several meals for that one.

For Phoebe, songwriting has always been a way for her to express herself. She'd sing about the details of her daily life and experiences, everything from the first time she'd grown pubic hair to the time she'd been in a blackout.

And, of course, she'd written a few songs about her mother's death.

But this time, it isn't working for her. She'd scribbled a few lines on her little songwriting notepad, only to scratch them out seconds later. She'd tried strumming her guitar, but none of the chords she had played sounded right. For the first time in her life, Phoebe had caught writer's block.

Earlier that day, when she'd been at her fortieth birthday party with her husband Mike, their two kids, and all of her friends surrounding her, she'd felt a build-up of emotion that usually meant she was inspired to write a song. It had suddenly struck Phoebe that she was now older than her mom had ever gotten a chance to be.

Not her birth mother, Phoebe, who she'd called last week and was still alive and living in Montauk. No, Lily, the woman who raised her. Phoebe knew her as the woman with the bright smile who baked the world's best chocolate chip cookies thanks to Grandma's special recipe. She was the person who tucked Phoebe and Ursula in at night and fixed their boo-boos with Band-aids and a kiss to the affected area.

But her bright smile disappeared after Frank abandoned his first family. For several months after that, Phoebe heard sobbing at night after Lily had tucked her and Phoebe in at night. More and more often, Phoebe and Ursula had to fix their scraped knees by themselves. Then one cold January afternoon, Phoebe had arrived home after playing out in the snow with her friends to find her mom's dead body in the kitchen. Instead of the hot chocolate and warm greetings she had been looking forward to, Phoebe had gotten police breaking down her door after she screamed so loudly that the neighbors called the cops. Phoebe didn't get to grow up gradually the way most kids did. No, Phoebe was forced into adulthood and homelessness in one frickin' day. Talk about a raw deal!

Phoebe wishes she could use her anger to write a song now. Because, after all this time, she's still pissed off that Lily did that to her. She was destroyed by Frank's abandonment, but she should have stayed, because Phoebe and Ursula were still there and still needed her to take care of them. After having kids of her own, Phoebe is even more bitter about what her mom did. Because the first time she held Mike Jr. and Skye in her arms, she knew she would do anything to make them happy. She could never picture herself hurting them the way her mom hurt her.

But at the same time, there's a part of Phoebe that feels guilty for resenting her mom for her suicide. Phoebe tries to be a compassionate person, and she feels like a horrible person every time she can't summon understanding for her own depressed mother. And there's also a tiny part of her that feels like it was her fault. Phoebe had known her mom was sad, but she'd had no idea that Phoebe had known her mom was sad, but she'd had no idea that her mom had been sad enough to stick her head in the oven. Maybe if she'd paid more attention, been a better daughter, gotten all As in school, or not fought with Ursula so much, Lily would still be here.

Edited Date: 2017-05-27 12:42 am (UTC)

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It's all too much, and Phoebe can't write about it no matter how hard she tries. Her songs are usually pretty lighthearted anyway, something amusing that entertains people or something that expresses her annoyance at something. Even the songs she's written about her mom are more morbid black humor than depressing angst. They don't even get close to expressing the horror and sorrow she felt when Lily died.

The ink of her scratched-out writing smears on the paper, and Phoebe realizes that she's crying. That's not like her. Even right after her mom's death, Phoebe couldn't cry long. She was homeless, and she couldn't indulge herself by wallowing in sadness, not when she had to worry about where she was going to sleep that night. Plus, Phoebe has always tried to be an upbeat person who's optimistic about life rather than someone who concentrates on the bad stuff. Her mom dwelled on the negatives, and look at what happened to her.

Phoebe feels a warm hand settle gently on her shoulder and instantly recognizes it as her husband's. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch for a few seconds. Phoebe is still just as in love with Mike as she was the day they got married, and she's grateful for him everyday. She's thankful for the love, the family, and the domestic normalcy he gave her, which were all things she felt like she had lost forever at fourteen years old.

She hears Mike yawning. "What are you doing up, Phoebe? It's almost 1 a.m."

She wipes her hand over her eyes before she turns to face Mike and answer his question. "I was gonna write a song."

"Oh cool, what's it about? Do you have anything yet?"

Phoebe loves how Mike is musical like her. He's always interested in hearing what she's written, and it gives them a nice connection. Mike really is perfect for her in so many ways.

Phoebe shakes her head, feeling insecure and disappointed with herself. She hopes Mike isn't disappointed in her too. "Not yet. It was going to be about my mom, y'know, the one who killed herself. She died when she was 39, and today made me think about it 'cause now I'm older than she ever was. I couldn't even come up with good chords."

His hand massages her shoulder, but he doesn't say anything for a few moments. Phoebe is glad he doesn't, because this is hard to think about, much less talk about. Mike also knows her artistic process, how the melody often occurs to her before the words. The fact that Phoebe can't come up with chords proves that she was really struggling with her song.

"Maybe it needs piano, not the guitar. I could help you work on it tomorrow, if you want."

Phoebe smiles weakly. She's not sure if the words will come any easier with a piano accompaniment, but maybe it will be easier to face these emotions with Mike by her side.

"Maybe. It could be our first collaboration."

Mike smiles lovingly at her. "Yeah. A Buffay-Hannigan original. It might take a while, but it could end up being even better than 'Smelly Cat.'"

Phoebe grins, remembering when she wrote her magnum opus. "You know, that one took me two days to write."

"Well, there you go. Sometimes the really good ones don't come easy. I've bet you've got something amazing in the works."

"I hope so." Her head slumps against Mike hand as she yawns. It's getting pretty late, and Phoebe is exhausted.

"You'll probably have better luck with it tomorrow. A fresh mind and all that," Mike suggests.

"Yeah, you're right," she agrees. Phoebe stands up and walks over to the case where she keeps her guitar, carefully taking it off with the strap and locking it up in the case so that it won't get damaged by Skye or Mike Jr. accidentally running over it tomorrow.

She sees Mike standing a few feet away from her near the entrance to the living room, right in front of the hallway that leads to their bedroom.

Phoebe joins him, and Mike wraps his arm around her shoulders as they walk back to their bedroom together. Before they open their bedroom door, Phoebe feels her confidence returning.

Tomorrow, she tells herself. I'll write it tomorrow. With Mike holding her, Phoebe feels like she can take on the whole world.

Edited Date: 2017-05-27 12:43 am (UTC)

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Thank you! I don't watch "Friends" but this was still very lovely and heartwrenching.

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Thanks! I'm glad you still got something out of it even though you're not familiar with the show.

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The Three Musketeers (2011), d'Artagnan/Athos, they finally take down the Cardinal

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The Magicians (tv), Eliot Waugh, the moment he realized he had magic

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Hellboy, Hellboy/John Meyer, gay/bisexual epiphany

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Pitch, Ginny Baker (+/ Cara or Mike Lawson), she makes it into the baseball hall of fame

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author's choice, any, realizing that you're kind of sick but stubbornly refusing to admit it whatsoever to others

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author's choice, any, not only meeting a charity donation drive goal but surpassing it

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Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory (+ any), when it truly hits him for the first time that he's the golden boy at school

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any Gundam series, anyone besides the Gundam pilots, when the years without parents (or any biological family) outnumber the years with them

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One direction rpf,zayn mailk/Harry styles ,they find out they could never be together in public

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Supernatural, sam Winchester/castiel, it's time to stop hiding and go for it

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Harry Potter, Neville /draco, it takes Neville a long time to realize he is in love with Malfoy

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Eyewitness, lukas /philip, doomed from the start

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Buffyverse, willow /spike/Angel /Riley, it not Buffy they all wanted its willow

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