Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase:
I resolved to call her up
A thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me
In some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
("Everything She Does Is Magic," The Police)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Travelin' Soldier (Dixie Chicks)

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Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani, walking in a winter wonderland

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Any, any, Friends Don't Let Friends Dial Drunk (Plain White T's)

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jdl71.livejournal.com

Sam and Dean could hear the sounds Cas was making from the bunker’s kitchen. They heard him rummaging around, muttering to himself. They heard the fridge being opened and the clinking of glass against glass as the door of the fridge shut. Dean glanced up at the sound of Cas shuffling down the hall to his room before going back to reading the book on sea creature lore he had been reading a moment ago. Sam sat opposite him, laptop open researching. They weren’t on a case but they were always making sure they were ready for anything.

“You gonna see what he’s up to?” Dean asked looking at Sam over the laptop.

Sam chuckled. “Nope. He said something about wanting to live like a human yesterday. I’m afraid if I ask he’ll drag me into his plan.” Sam said and went back to reading the article he’d just clicked.

Dean shook his head. Sam was right, it was better to stay out of whatever the angle had cooked up in his feathered brain.

The ringing of a cell phone broke the comfortable silence the brother’s had been sharing. Both searched for their phones, only to find that it was Dean’s ringing. With a quizzical look on his face Dean answered the phone. Sam looked at him, equally curious when he heard Dean. “Cas?” Cas was in the bunker, in his room so why was he calling on his cell instead of coming in to talk to Dean?

“Dean, I love you man.” Cas breathed out before hanging up, not giving Dean a chance to say a word. Dean looked at his phone and then tossed it down before going back to reading. He wasn’t about to question things right now.

“Dean?” Sam asked, because it was just odd.

Dean just shrugged his shoulders and offered the sage words. “Cas, just being Cas.” Those words were enough to explain a lot and Sam just accepted them and went back to reading.

Dean’s phone rang again. With a soft sigh he picked it and answered it. “Cas?”

“Dean, you’re my BFF. Did you know that? Isn’t that just . . . something else?” Cas whispered and then ended the call.

Dean sat looking at his phone, confusion scrunching up his features. He didn’t know what to make of these calls. Before he could think things through his cell rang again. He answered it without a word, know who was on the other end. Dean watched as Sam got up and walked into the kitchen. He heard him mutter something about a drink but he was too focused on his phone as he placed it to his ear.

“Dean, I like you better.” Cas said as he let out a giggle before ending the call.
Dean looked up as Sam walked back in, a strange look on his face. “The beer is gone.” Sam said. And then it clicked, the brothers exchanging looks of horror. The beer was gone, Cas had been in the kitchen last, the clinking of glass - beer bottles, the phone calls.

Dean’s phone rang again and Sam was on the move toward Cas’ room. This time it wasn’t Cas’ slurred speak he heard but Sam’s deep voice. “Cas are you . . . drunk?!” Silence was heard followed by, “Give me the phone Cas. You’re drunk dialing Dean, man. Not cool.” Dean heard a giggle, knowing it was Cas. He heard the phone being taken from Cas as he tried to protest. “Cas, I’m taking your phone until you sober up. I can’t let you drunk dial anymore.” Sam said as he broke the connection. A few minutes later Sam reappeared, sat down and tossed the phone down on the table.

They looked at each other. “Yeah, so that just happened.” Dean said and they both started laughing. Because really, what else could possibly happen to them that they’d have to deal with? Vampires, demons, the occasional ghost, no problem but an inebriated angel in the other room drunk dialing was not something they ever thought they’d have to suffer through.

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This was so funny! I loved that you did it with someone calling from another room in the same house; it was really hilarious. Awesome fill!

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jdl71.livejournal.com

Thank you. I'm really glad you found it funny.

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Any, any (change pronouns if necessary):
Sometimes I wake up crying at night
And sometimes I scream out your name
What right does she have to take your heart away
When for so long, you were mine
(Dixie Chicks, "You Were Mine")

Edited Date: 2017-12-02 07:38 am (UTC)

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(I really should stop dropping my obscure rarepairs onto unsuspecting comment_fic prompts, and yet...)

Tycho is happy for Wedge, he really is. Iella is kind and clever and brave and beautiful, and she clearly makes him so happy. Wedge's brown eyes dance when he talks about her, and he's drawn to her like a star whenever she's in the room. And marrying her offers a sort calm and normalcy Wedge deserves, something Tycho would never begrudge him.

Something Tycho could never give him. He deserves that deep connection to something outside this dangerous, stressful life they lead, something he can leave and go home to.

That doesn't mean Tycho's heart doesn't ache as he watches them together. It doesn't stop him from remembering all that he and Wedge have shared over the years as he sees them get to know each other and realizes what's happening. It doesn't make it any less painful to feel that tiny vain hope that maybe he and Wedge could have had a happily ever after flicker and die. It doesn't stop the way Tycho's heart twists painfully when his best friend comes to him with a smile and asks him to be his best man, even though he knew he would.

It doesn't stop the way he has to work to keep a smile on his face throughout the wedding, even as he's honestly happy for the both them and wouldn't do anything to change it. It doesn't stop the way he has to steady himself before he makes his speech after, gently ribbing Wedge's abysmal dating history and poking fun at their own past relationship.

And it certainly doesn't stop the way he hides himself in a dark corner of the reception as he watches the happy husband and wife dance and laugh with their guests as he drinks one or two or three glasses of Corellian whiskey too many to try and dull the sting.

At one point, Wes drops down beside him, squeezes his arm and gives him a silent, sympathetic look. Tycho doesn't say anything either, only sighs, takes another drink, and lets the words go unspoken between them. Then Hobbie shows up and makes to drag Wes away for a dance, and Tycho waves them off with a forced smile. There's no reason his melancholy has to affect everyone else.

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(Sorry I didn't respond earlier.)

This was heartbreaking and a beautiful response to my prompt. And don't worry about dropping your rarepair into a comment_fic prompt; I do that all the time myself. :-P I kept this an "any, any" prompt because I felt like the lyrics could make a good story but didn't connect them with one of my pairings.

Edited Date: 2018-04-09 04:24 am (UTC)

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Hannibal(TV), Any, Not even Krampus would dare be rude to the Chesapeake Ripper

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King Arthur+Hannibal, Tristan/Galahad + Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham,
Tristan is the Wendigo, and has been waiting for Galahad to be reborn. Once Tristan finds him again, he will never let his Pup leave his side again

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Any, Any, temporarily switching bodies with your crushes beloved pet

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, charity bachelor auction

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, adopting traditions from other (alien) cultures

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, meeting the parents

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, the twelve days of Christmas

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Any, any m/m, trying to sneak in some alone time in a house full of visiting family members

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