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2nd Official WAFF-a-thon - Main Thread!  
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land

WAFFathon Official Thread

Welcome, everyone, to the second official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!

How to Play:

1)  Comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:

1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!

A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kring and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Dump thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site

International Committee of the Red Cross * America's Second Harvest * Humane Society International * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Oxfam * Amnesty International

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!


...perdiccas   and oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

...moorishflower   , speccygeekgrrl   , _emomuffin   , saavikam77   , mad_maeglin   , etoiledunord   , drabblewriter, senor_coconut_1 and darth_firefly   for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

Tiptoe39: mo prettytiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 03:18 am (UTC)
Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, Mohinder was going home to Matt, not Mira
amles80: mohinderamles80 on March 7th, 2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
I don't know if this is what you had in mind, but here's my interpretation of your prompt:
Tiptoe39: Cas smilestiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 03:19 am (UTC)
SPN, Castiel, Dean says "don't ever change" and he thinks about how much he has changed already
Shona: supernatural - castieltoestastegood on March 7th, 2010 02:49 pm (UTC)
i am fleeing from essays
Don't ever change, Dean had said.

Humans have an obsession with stasis, Castiel reflects as he looks at his reflection in a shop window. Beyond the glass, there are faceless mannequins dressed in bizarre, brightly coloured clothes. He ignores them in favour of his own appearance: a face he has borrowed, a body that is not his own.

Don't ever change.

Dean is a fool, as brave and noble a fool as is possible. He cannot surely look at Castiel without seeing the changes that have already taken place. Castiel sees them: he looks at himself and he sees the mark of disobedience. He sees emotions, and they are such difficult things. There are thoughts and feelings and hopes, such hopes. Sometimes, he even dreams.

And what dreams they are, of a bright tomorrow and a happy ending. He longs for peace in the future, for Sam and for Dean if not for himself. They deserve their rest: they deserve change.

Against Dean's wishes, Castiel thinks, he will bring it to them. His changed dreams demand it.
Re: i am fleeing from essays - tiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i am fleeing from essays - toestastegood on March 7th, 2010 05:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i am fleeing from essays - mulder200 on March 8th, 2010 06:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: i am fleeing from essays - toestastegood on March 8th, 2010 11:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Tiptoe39: oliviatiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 03:20 am (UTC)
Fringe, team, pizza party while going through old files
jaune_chat: Fringe Olivia Peter Vulcan Salutejaune_chat on March 13th, 2010 05:31 am (UTC)
Telepathic Apples
(Quick aside, Pippin rules!)


"This," Peter said, waving a file for emphasis, "is the problem with working for a top secret government agency."

"The second-rate pizza or having to do our own filing because no one else is read in to the program?" Astrid asked. She turned a page in her file, blanched, and hastily shut the folder. "I'm going to have to have vegetarian tonight."

"Excellent!" Walter exclaimed, and cheerfully took Astrid's plate of Hawaiian pizza off her hands. "Then I believe I'll take care of that for you, dear. Here, this file should be a little less visceral."

Olivia neatly caught a piece of runaway pepperoni in her mouth before it could escape, and frowned at her file. "Astrid, would telepathic apples go under mind control or genetic engineering?"

"Let me see." Walter leaned over, and Peter automatically steadied his father's overfilled plate before it could go crashing to the floor. "No irregularities in the gene sequencing of the apples. It's really more of a mass hallucination. Chemical applications and experiments," he said decisively.

Olivia looked over Walter's bent head at Peter, who just nodded, smiling tolerantly.

"We're going to have to sub-divide that category eventually. It's going to topple over," she said, and manuvered another bite of pizza into her mouth, deftly keeping the grease away from her suit jacket.

"Animal, mineral, and vegetable. That should be by far the easiest," Walter said, and put the telepathic apple file off to one side.

"We have a file on Jean?" Astrid asked worridly, crunching a bit of green pepper.

"Of course! I needed to document what happened to her milk when I fed her the new supplements. I expect the new cheese will be quite entertaining!"

"So that's what that is in the fridge?" Peter asked. "I thought you just left the sour cream open again."

"Don't be ridiculous. The sour cream experiment is in the small refridgerator at the house. I expect the new strands of bacteria will be immensely beneficial to the newest block of cheddar."

Peter looked vaugely horrified, and Olivia tried to hide her laughter by taking a too-big bite of pepperoni.

"Where's the file on that?" Astrid asked quickly, before Oliva could accidentally inhale sauce. Walter frowned and looked back through the stacks of files, as Peter quickly tried to get a few more files sorted.

"Alligator man?"

"Genetic experimentation," Astrid pointed.

"Car turned inside out?"

"Space-time continuum errors." She waved at the stack behind the couch.

"Live Roman warrior found in 1978 by Liverpool?"

"Time travel." Peter heaved the file by Olivia's foot at Astrid's direction.

"Hive mind?"

"Psychics, right in the middle," Olivia said, tapping for Peter to put the file down right on top of the one with her own name on the tab.

"Most awesome stack in the room," Peter said, tucking the hive mind file under hers. "Ever better than this pizza."

Olivia tried not to crack a smile as Astrid grinned around olives and mushrooms.

"I found it!" Walter said triumphantly, and brandished the cheese file with visible pride. "And I think we shall have to try the new cheese the next time we have a pizza party."

"I'd like that," Olivia said. "As long as we don't end up in another file afterward."

"Don't be ridiculous," Walter said dismissively.

Peter heaved a small sigh of relief and picked up a new stack of files.

"We'd probably end up in several, given the potential side effects."

The pizza ended up in almost every file in the room.
Re: Telepathic Apples - tiptoe39 on March 13th, 2010 06:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Telepathic Apples - jaune_chat on March 14th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
chosenfire28: Heroes - Peter/Sylar chosenfire28 on March 7th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Heroes, Peter, Sylar, Claire caring for little Matty.
Tiptoe39: sylar wtftiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 05:49 pm (UTC)
"I still don't see why he has to be here, " Claire said, angling her eyes suspiciously at Sylar.

"Be nice," Peter shushed her, picking up Matty from the crib. "Who's a good boy? Who?"

"Not him," Claire retorted. Peter made a face at her.

"Unlike the two of you, I actually have experience with this kid," Sylar said with a haughty sniff. "When was the last time either of you changed a diaper? Huh?"

"Being inside Matt's head while he was on diaper duty doesn't count."

"Says who?" Sylar and Claire promptly turned their backs to one another, leaving Peter and Matty in the middle looking equally distressed.

"You're upsetting him," Peter said, watching Matty's lower lip as though its trembling might be the portent of an earthquake to come.

"Oh, don't be silly. Wittle Matty wuvs his Uncle Sylar, don't you?" Sylar grabbed for the kid and snatched him roughly from Peter's grip. Admirably enough, Matty's lip stopped quivering, and the baby looked up with too-innocent eyes. He then proceeded to blow spit bubbles at Sylar, gurgling.

Claire began to giggle. "He's spitting at you. Matty's got good instincts, don't you, Matty?" She reached out and ran a hand over the tuft of downy hair covering Matty's scalp. Matty turned to her and grimaced. She drew back. "What-- what was that for?"

"I told you," Peter said, "he doesn't like it when you two bicker."

"Maybe he's just trying to tell me how miserable he is having to look at his face."

And then a lovely stench informed them all of the real reason for Matty's sour look.

"Time for you to go demonstrate those diaper-changing skills," Claire said, wrinkling her nose.

"Don't you have any maternal instincts?"

"I don't even know if I can have kids. I'll leave it to you."

"Remind me again why I let either of you tag along..."
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chosenfire28: SPN - Dean/Castiel chosenfire28 on March 7th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, happy drunks

Edited at 2010-03-07 03:49 am (UTC)
lisztful: Jensen earnest/bashfullisztful on March 10th, 2010 01:13 am (UTC)
Fill 1/3
“Beer is good,” Castiel says earnestly, looking down at his empty glass. “Angels don’t have beer.”

They’re at a dive bar in the middle of Nowhere, West Virginia, having a drink after wrapping up a fairly straightforward hunt, and Dean has taken it upon himself to see exactly what happens when you get an angel drunk.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna kill him,” Sam says. “He has no tolerance.” Dean glares at him, because this is not part of the plan. Sam shrugs and tries to look reproachful, but it’s been such a long time since they’ve fought about something so dumb, he can barely remember how to do it. The effect is somewhere between perplexed and queasy.

Castiel cuts into the staring contest like he’s completely unaware of it, which is actually probably the case. “Incorrect,” he says, in his usual faintly uncomprehending way. “This vessel has consumed alcohol on many occasions.”

“Dude,” Sam says, looking like he’s interested against his will. “Does that mean Jimmy get drunk but you can’t?”

“No,” Castiel says musingly. “I can. Beer is good.”

“You think that’s nice?” Dean says happily, “Wait ‘til you meet Jack Daniels.” This is an awesome idea. Sam never waxes poetic about beer, only search engine capabilities and card catalogs and stuff. Castiel is awesome.

“Does Jack Daniels like beer too?” Castiel asks.

“Seriously?” Sam says. “I am so not taking care of your drunk asses.”

Yeah, Cas is awesome. Dean grins winningly and punches Sam in the arm. Sam tries really hard to look pissed off but ends up snickering into his grilled cheese sandwich.

So, Dean basically hasn’t seen alcohol as anything other than self-medication in like, years. But Castiel makes this unbelievably adorable face when he takes a shot, with his nose wrinkled up and his eyes all wide and shocked. Dean doesn’t exactly have the made-for-tv movie experience of having his first drink behind the high school bleachers or something, but watching Cas like this, he can almost imagine it.

It’s strange to think about it this way, something he found so early and Cas is experiencing so late. Together they almost make a normal person. Okay, maybe that’s pushing it, but it’s still a nice thought, the way Cas makes him feel young again, but also old, because for once he’s taking care of Cas and it’s something he can totally do.

Cas spills a shot, and the whiskey splashes over his fingertips and drips down toward his wrist. Dean really, really wants to lick it, so okay, maybe getting shitfaced around someone who looks all pretty even before Dean gets tipsy is sort of a bad idea, but if so, Dean really doesn’t want to hear about it. Too late now, might as well enjoy it.

After his fifth shot, things are starting to get fuzzy. Sam’s got the car keys safely stowed away, and Castiel is wearing a big, crazy grin and babbling on about how beer is so good and Jack is too. “You are good too,” he tells Dean. “You give me beer and Jack and you call me on your cell phone. I like when you call me.”

This time Sam doesn’t even try to hide his snicker, but Dean doesn’t care. “That’s real nice,” he drawls, and he’s way more pleased than he wants to admit.

“Oh god,” Sam says. “If you guys are gonna be all cute I need curly fries.” He leans down the bar and gestures for the bartender.

“I like curly fries,” Castiel says hopefully.

“Goddamnit,” Sam says. “Make it a double order.”

“Can there be more beer?” Castiel asks, and Dean waves an arm expansively and says, “Get this man a beer!”

Castiel is a really fast learner, so it doesn’t take him long to figure out that the extra spirally curly fries are way better than the moderately wavy ones, and then he’s stealing them all out from under Sam’s nose. “Dean, this is for you,” he says magnanimously, and hands him half of a perfectly curled fry. “It’s because you’re awesome,” Castiel adds sweetly, and Dean absolutely doesn’t blush.
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Re: Fill 3/3 - lisztful on May 12th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill 1/3 - tiptoe39 on March 10th, 2010 01:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
chosenfire28: Text - something sparklychosenfire28 on March 7th, 2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, making a family with Molly, Micah, and little Matty

Edited at 2010-03-07 03:48 am (UTC)
chosenfire28: Glee - Puck/Rachel chosenfire28 on March 7th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
Glee, Glee club, hanging out when they don't have to

Edited at 2010-03-07 03:50 am (UTC)
Shonatoestastegood on March 8th, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC)
Glee - Puck/Rachel Glee, Glee club, hanging out when they don't have to
They don't plan it ahead of time: it happens naturally, everything falling into place.

Kurt and Mercedes are shopping in the city centre, when they run into Artie and Tina, hanging out in the only coffee shop worth going to. A group of cheerleaders are there, and itisn 't long before Santana and Brittany float towards them as well. It's a little awkward at first, the social gap between them making the air crackle, but then Kurt rolls his eyes and that alone seems to make it all easier.

When Rachel and Finn appear, no one asks if they were planning to be alone for a date: they are invited to join the group, and the laughter grows so loud that they all think they might get thrown out. Rachel hushes them all frantically. It makes them grow louder still.

Mercedes texts Mike and Matt, and they bring Puck and his guitar: there's a tense moment or two where it seems as if something might kick off there, as if Finn might storm away, but Rachel's hand on his knees gets him to stay put. They all relax again, sinking back into their seats.

The surprise of the day comes in the form of Quinn, her blond hair tied back from her face and an apron tied around her waist. She's holding a pad of paper in her hand and swallows uncomfortably. The group goes quiet. "You were meeting without me?" she asks.

She works here, they realise quietly: without her parents to watch her back, she needs to make ends meet somehow. This is how.

"We're not meeting. We just kind of...met?" Artie says. Awkwardness makes him itch.

Finn clears his throat; they all tense.

"Grab a seat," he offers. "You can join us if you like."

She's supposed to be working, but she joins them anyway - 'just for five minutes', she says. They sing together, and chat, and catch up.

It's the best day of their vacation, for all of them.
Moorishmoorishflower on March 7th, 2010 03:59 am (UTC)
House, House/Wilson, House adopts a kitten (except it loves him and hates Wilson)
Moorish: Bones - IDK what that meansmoorishflower on March 7th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
Bones, Hodgins/Zach, breakfast in the lab
Moorish: Supernatural - Trickster!moorishflower on March 7th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Gabriel, Castiel and the Winchesters, "Never have I ever."
Tiptoe39: team free willtiptoe39 on March 7th, 2010 05:50 pm (UTC)
"I don't quite see the point of this." Castiel was frowning at the array of shot glasses. "There are a lot of things I haven't done."

"The point is to smoke out the things you have done," Dean said, laying a comforting hand on Castiel's shoulder. "For example. Never have I ever.... enjoyed a Kenny G song."

"That's unfair. You know I didn't realize the implications of that."

"Really?" Gabriel said, looking at Castiel like he had just swallowed a mouthful of nails. Castiel shot him a dirty look. He was the only one who reached for a shot.

"Fine," he said, a tad belligerently. "If the point is to embarrass you, never have I ever... tried on women's underwear."

Dean and Gabriel both reached for glasses. Gabriel prefaced his shot with "To be fair, I was in a woman's vessel at the time. Just temporarily." Sam's eyes bugged out.

"Oh, this is war now," Dean declared. "You're going to be under the table by the time I'm done with you. Never have I ever... made a hooker scream, and not in the good way."

"You totally can't say that," Sam said.

"I totally can," Dean contended. Nobody even noticed Castiel and Gabriel taking shots.

"Oh, really?" Sam's eyes narrowed, and his lips stretched wide into a smile. "Never have I ever... looked at Dean Winchester and said, damn, who wouldn't tap that?"

"Facts is facts, Sammy," Dean said with a chuckle. His hand met Castiel's over the shot glasses. A few suspicious looks traded back and forth, and they drank their shots in silence.

Gabriel broke up the tension. "All right, you guys, my turn. Never have I ever..."

He fell silent.

"What?" Sam said uncomfortably.

"Honestly?" Gabriel shrugged. "I can't think of anything I've never done."

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Moorish: Misc - your fandommoorishflower on March 7th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Fringe, Walter/Astrid, sweet tooth
Moorish: Supernatural - Sam sadfacemoorishflower on March 7th, 2010 04:08 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, Puppy Bowl VI
Summer Leigh: Heroes. NP/PP. Brothers_emomuffin on March 7th, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
Heroes, Peter/Nathan, pre-series, teenage Peter, slow dancing
Tiptoe39: nathan loves petertiptoe39 on March 9th, 2010 12:36 am (UTC)
too short sorry
It's started because Peter is going to the prom, and he's really not so great around girls to begin with but he's petrified of dancing. Still, Patty said yes, and that means Peter needs to learn to dance. So Nathan says "c'mon, I'll be the girl," and Peter puts his hands on Nathan's shoulders and Nathan says "no, no, down."

Now they're dancing like they have a bubble between them. Peter's arms are locked out, they're so straight. Nathan grabs him and pulls him close. "You want her to think you like her, not that you're scared to touch her," he chides. Peter gives a resolute sigh, like it's the worst thing in the world, but sooner or later he gets the hang of it.

Peter's arms are skinny and too light around Nathan's waist. His breath is hot against the simple brown jacket Nathan wears to make himself look in his 30s while he's still a twentysomething. It probably looks like there are two decades, not just one, that separate the two of them. Lucky no one's looking, thinks Nathan with a huff of laughter.

The heavy breath falls on Peter's ears, and Peter shivers all over.

Nathan doesn't realize why he's just shuddered. "Cold?"

Peter shakes his head vehemently. "The opposite," he murmurs into Nathan's shoulder.

"You're so funny, Pete," Nathan says. He doesn't know why, but just now he feels an urge to drop a kiss on the crown of Peter's head. So he does. Peter gives a gasp, and his hands tighten on Nathan's waist. Nathan looks down, Peter's head comes up, and they're just an inch from each other.

Nathan smiles. "Think you'll do OK?" he asks.

Peter's heart is in his throat. He knows something now he never realized before, and it's changing him. But he swallows it, smiles, and nods. That truth can come out another day. "I'll be fine," he says.
Re: too short sorry - _emomuffin on March 9th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: too short sorry - kidarania_nika on February 13th, 2011 04:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: too short sorry - tiptoe39 on February 13th, 2011 06:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Summer Leigh: Heroes. NP/PP. With you_emomuffin on March 7th, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)
Heroes, Peter/Nathan, Nathan is sick and Peter nurses him back to health. Bonus points for breakfast in bed :D
ex_kitty_al on March 7th, 2010 06:29 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean asks Castiel to list a few of his favorite things.
Daisy Droste: cell phone Cas/Deanzoemathemata on March 12th, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
These are a few of my favorite things....
A/N: I hope it's WAFF-y enough!

“What do you like?”

Castiel frowns. “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

Dean’s carding his fingers through Cas’ hair making it look even more bed-head-ish than ever. It’s late. Or early depending on your perspective. The river that the hotel is next too gets dammed upstream at irregular intervals, making it impossible to get used to the sound of it rushing by. It starts and stops in fits, gets louder and then quieter.

They’ve been lying awake in bed for hours. Dean gave up trying to sleep after thirty minutes. He’s not so much used to falling asleep quickly as he is to passing out unconscious from exhaustion or injuries. Castiel still doesn’t require sleep but he stays through the night. Dean’s never sure if Cas stays awake the whole night or not.

Sam started renting his own room a while back, so now it’s just Dean, Cas, the dark and the unpredictable sound of the river rushing by.

“C’mon, there must be stuff you like. I’ll start. I like pie.”

“This is hardly groundbreaking news.”

Dean tugs Castiel’s hair and Cas wrinkles his nose. “I’m serious.”

“I’ve no doubt. I’ve seen you eat pie.”

“Smart ass.”

“That is another human expression I do not understand. How did those two words end up together and mean that someone is being impudent?”

“Moving on. I like sex.”

“Again, not groundbreaking.”

Dean is silent for a moment before adding quietly. “You. I-like-you.” The last part comes out in a rush, like it’s one word.

Castiel turns his head slightly on the pillow. Dean is propped up on one elbow, but he’s not looking at Cas’ face, instead his gaze is purposefully directed away from the eyes and is focused at some spot above Cas’ hairline with intensity.

Dean is not one for talking. He prefers his actions to speak instead of his words, and his actions do quite well speaking for him. In fact, they do better than his words in many cases. Listening to only Dean’s words, people might think him shallow, fickle or unprincipled and he is of course none of those things. Far from it. He is steadfast, loyal and indefatigable. Staring at Dean, in this moment, Castiel wants very badly to please him.

So he thinks. Eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed. He thinks about all the things he has seen on earth. He starts his list out loud before he’s finished it in his head.

“I like snowflakes. Each one beautiful and unique but so fragile and as soon as they touch skin they are gone. I like the smell of rain in the country, but not in the city. I like the sound ice skates make as they cut across ice. I like the surprised smile that humans have when they see a close friend unexpectedly while they are out doing routine errands. I like the way your face looks when you are asleep, and watching your eyes move as you dream. I like learning things. I like watching you and Sam laugh together even when I don’t understand why. I like watching baby ducks follow their mother. I like hearing people sing, especially in a church. I like the spot where your ear lobe meets your neck. I like saying the word platypus but only in English. I like the smell of leather and the sound of your car because they remind me of you.”

He flicks his eyes over to Dean’s face. Dean is still carefully avoiding his gaze.

“And of course, you.”

Dean’s still running his fingers through Cas’ dark hair. He pauses for a moment.

“No pie?”

“I actually preferred the cake I tried. The chocolate with the frosting, not the pound-cake, that was dry.”

“Cake lover,” Dean says, sarcastic disappointment lacing his tone. “Blasphemy.”

“One of many on my list.”

Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - tiptoe39 on March 12th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - zoemathemata on March 12th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - ex_kitty_al on March 12th, 2010 04:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - zoemathemata on March 12th, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - mulder200 on March 14th, 2010 05:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: These are a few of my favorite things.... - zoemathemata on March 17th, 2010 08:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Hiei: X99 : FxK : happier timesmad_maeglin on March 7th, 2010 06:34 am (UTC)
SPN, Team Free Will + Gabriel, ANIME MARATHON!
JENSEN PADALECKI.: skins ღ all that we breathed.websofseaweed on March 7th, 2010 08:31 am (UTC)
btvs, anya and xander reunite after she survives the final battle.
taliatoennien on March 25th, 2010 08:09 am (UTC)
"Anya," Xander said. "Where is she?" He turned over demon bodies and kicked uber-vamp dust, ignoring the growing hole in his chest. "Anya?"

"Xander!" called a voice from outside the school. "We've gotta go!"

"I have to find Anya!"

"Xander, she, um, didn't make it," Andrew said. The voice came closer. "And this place is gonna blow like the Death Star in like, three minutes, so we've got to..."

"Get this thing off of me," came a muffled voice below the body of a particularly large and hideous demon.

"Anya!" Xander and Andrew said in unison -- but Xander was louder -- and they flung the demon body off the ex-demon woman. She was disheveled, and her hair looked as if it had been half-shorn off by a blunt sword. She was the most beautiful woman Xander had ever seen.

Resisting the urge to grab her and kiss her into oblivion, Xander grabbed Anya's hand and pulled her from the school. Andrew followed on their heels as they dodged falling school rubble, lept over newly-appearing chasms, and ran all the way to the Sunnydale High escape bus. Somber and exhilerated, shaking and laughing all at once, the three of them piled into seats at the front. Buffy joined them outside Sunnydale, and they were a team once more.

The bus started again. "Beat it," Xander said to Andrew.

"What? I've just gotten to the good part of my tale about the elf and the orc..."

"Xander wants to kiss me," Anya said logically. "And then we might have sex right here in the bus. And that is usually done without nerds watching."

A red-faced Andrew was in front of the bus before Xander could blink.

"Um..." Xander said.

"You were planning to kiss me, weren't you?"

"Um, yeah, actually. As a matter of fact..."

Anya shut Xander up.

Quite awhile later, when the two of them admitted that yes, they actually were human and thus needed to breathe, Xander said, "Marry me." He looked off and said, "I know what you're thinking, how could I ask again, how will I screw it up this time, but ..."



"Yes, I will marry you, Xander Harris."



"We should get a Justice of the Peace to do it so all my relatives don't come here and get drunk."

Anya shut him up in the same way she had before.
The Soul says: - websofseaweed on March 27th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - suzy_pepper on March 27th, 2010 11:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
JENSEN PADALECKI.: ats ღ the tilt of this strange nation.websofseaweed on March 7th, 2010 08:32 am (UTC)
btvs, buffy/faith, a lazy day in bed. can be smutty or not.
Shonatoestastegood on March 7th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
buffy/faith, a lazy day in bed
Before Faith can sit up when she wakes, there is a firm hand placed upon her shoulder.

Her first instinct would usually be to snap the bone and deal with the fall-out later: there's something that stops her, a sense of safety she is still getting used to.

"You're not moving today," Buffy says firmly, lying at her side. Faith opens her eyes and looks at her fellow slayer, whose tanned, naked body is hidden from sight only by soft sheets. Buffy is wearing that little frown she gets when she's gonna be stubborn about something: it's an expression Faith usually hates. Buffy is usually stubborn about stuff that sucks for her. "No leaving the bed for anything other than food-related purposes. No leaving the apartment at all."

"You know I kinda suck with rules, right?" Faith says. She'd have thought that particular fact was well-known by now.

Buffy shrugs and snuggles just a little bit closer: warm skin, blonde hair and cute smile. It's a dangerous combination.

"You'll get used to these ones," she announces, placing her head on Faith's shoulder.

Looking down at her, cosy and warm, Faith thinks that she might be right - just this once.
Re: buffy/faith, a lazy day in bed - tiptoe39 on March 8th, 2010 03:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: buffy/faith, a lazy day in bed - toestastegood on March 8th, 2010 11:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: buffy/faith, a lazy day in bed - websofseaweed on March 27th, 2010 01:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
JENSEN PADALECKI.: bones ღ paranoia paranoia.websofseaweed on March 7th, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
bones, gen, cam and michelle bond.
Moorish: Bones - IDK what that meansmoorishflower on March 7th, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)
Sort of what you asked for, more about Cam than Michelle, sorry!
Cam has never really felt comfortable with the idea of having a child. A daughter. It's the bizarreness of the sentence itself that has put her off the idea for most of her life - a child. A little person, made up of half her DNA, half some man's, but a wholly different being altogether. It's easier to understand the miracle of science then it is to understand the miracle of maternity.

Which is why it was so out of character for her, when she had decided to marry Andrew. Why it's still out of character for her, now that he's dead and he's left behind a daughter.

Not her daughter. Not her half-and-half-DNA, tiny, pink jumper-wearing Frankenstein. But a daughter, nonetheless. Not even a child anymore - sixteen. Almost an adult.

Adults spend time with their children, once those children grow up, right? And not just time, like being a family time, but...doing things that adults do. Like...God, she doesn't even know what she does with the real adults in her life. Angela isn't any help. Her suggestion is "Try and find out what Michelle likes to do, then do it with her," and that won't work because Cam remembers what she liked to do when she was sixteen, and she doubts that 'smoking weed' and 'listening to the Dead Kennedys' are up there on the list of 'things to do with your adoptive mother.'

Brennan is singularly unhelpful. Her sentence starts with "Objectively speaking," and she uses the phrase 'studies show' somewhere in the middle, and Cam gets annoyed slightly after that and leaves.

Hodgins and Fisher tell her to take Michelle to a convention. Cam vetoes the idea immediately - she doesn't want Michelle to be followed home by some lovesick boy in Jedi robes, and she doesn't care that she's 'falling into the insulting stereotype perpetuated by the mainstream media.'

Which leaves Booth. Booth's idea is to take Michelle out to dinner, or to a movie. Safe, normal, family things. Cam lays awake for a few nights, knowing that Michelle is asleep in the next room, and mulls over the idea. What's normal, anyways? Is Michelle normal? Is Cam? She knows almost nothing about her own daughter, and the fact that they aren't really related isn't a proper excuse.

She surreptitiously logs on to Michelle's laptop a few days later (her password is 'cardio,' and they should probably have a talk about writing passwords on slips of paper and then leaving them laying around the house), and scans her iTunes account, arranging the artists by 'most listened to' to 'least listened to.' And she gets her answer.

She doesn't know much about her daughter. But she knows now that Michelle likes a singer named 'Rihanna,' and that the tickets are a hundred and forty dollars each. Cam wouldn't say her job is wildly lucrative, but she can afford this. Two hundred and eighty dollars might just give her the leg-up she needs to boost herself into Michelle's heart.

And the look on her little girl's face is worth every penny.
JENSEN PADALECKI.: lost ღ this is a song for baby birch.websofseaweed on March 7th, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
lost, shannon/claire (can be friendship or romance), shannon brushes the tangles out of claire's hair.

Edited at 2010-03-07 08:35 am (UTC)
amles80: peter petrelliamles80 on March 7th, 2010 11:49 am (UTC)
Heroes, Claire and Peter, planning a surprise for Lyle's birthday
amles80: hrg and angelaamles80 on March 7th, 2010 11:59 am (UTC)
Heroes, Noah/Angela, A Christmas gift
Shonatoestastegood on March 7th, 2010 02:50 pm (UTC)
Lost, Esau/Jacob, sleep-overs in the statue.
...a kind of sweet metaphysical blur...: esauhitlikehammers on March 7th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
Dear, I went angsty on you; I am sorry! But it ends happily! That's what counts, right?!
In the early days -- early times that both of them remember like yesterday, that the universe has long forgot -- it was a thrill: all shadows and heat and flickering flames like the gates they’d never been allowed to reach down and touch, like light darker, brighter than the white they’d shied away from above. It was quiet, and subtle, and smelled of smoke when one of them would lean too close to the fire, flaxen hair like gold, like honey against the flames; when one of them would hide too deep in the darkness, consumed until eyes like the depths of night were all that was left, all that could still feel what warmth was. But it was theirs, and they held it close to their chests, held each other close to their hearts, because they both were prone to crossing lines, and it was only the thought of one another, the promise of the most necessary thing in the world at their back as they drifted in dreams, that pulled them back from leaping over, off the edge.

They learned how to save one another from the dangers of the world, from the things that sought to ruin them; from each other, from themselves. When the bright became too much, Jacob learned to block it, to stay its hold; when the darkness overwhelmed, only Esau could console the trembling, could swipe the teardrops gently from those ageless, endless cheeks. And yet for all the terror, they knew such laughter there; it was the only place, is still the only place that knows laugher in this world, and so they keep it, have always kept it -- they hide it far away from duty and vengeance; when they are apart, when the years pass, and when danger seeks them out alone, with only the beating of their hearts to remind them of what once was, they return there in their thoughts, their dreams. They weave the tapestries of long nights and short days and the rhythm of their breathing as they slept, the pillars like sentries against the rest of the ages, the gods.

Jacob hides in the darkness, cornered away from the streams of light through the windows as it catches the dust in the stagnant air of his cabin, and it’s only in the dark that he can pretend he’s not alone, pretend there are hands against him, soft and able hands like grace and wonder that had only ever touched him under the cover of night. Esau robes himself in smoke because that’s what he remembers, what Jacob’s hair had always smelled of when he’d buried his face against it, pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of that hallowed head.

And they know the future, always have -- they cannot help but know -- but they pay it no heed, no mind. They’ll play their parts, they’ll see this -- whatever this is, whatever this has ever been -- through to its end. They are as much pawns as anyone else.

Except they aren’t. They never were.

Not them.

Not together.

We make our own destiny, they spell into the lines on each other’s palms, fingernails like the kiss of lips in the creases; we decide our fate. They taste of sweetness and the first sands of time when they inhale one another’s breath; and they remember. Always.

Always remember.

When the statue finally crumbles, they do not mourn. They take to the skies, to a house of light that knows only dark; watch the world beyond the sea inside each other’s eyes, panting against one another until possibility runs dry against the spin of a dial; the sun that reflects off broken shards of glass cuts across them like the stars, and when their lips meet, the curves of their mouths fits like they were meant to. Like they never have before.

And they both return to themselves again, for the first time in so long; two boys, two men, balancing light against the dark.

Nothing’s irreversible.
Shonatoestastegood on March 7th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Lucifer/Castiel, a golden crown.
Shonatoestastegood on March 7th, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC)
Heroes, Adam/Monica, wedding dress.