Drabbles!
Sorry for the lateness of these! But, hey, I offered them less than a month ago. And I'm going by the theory that I don't owe anyone anything else because no one's yelled at me for it, haha. (But if I'm wrong, here's your chance to tell me!)
Anyway, to remind you, this was the meme:
Prompt: Fandom + 5 Things
(i.e characters, pairings, objects, locations, quotes, etc)
I will include at least three of the requested elements.
I listed all of the requested elements, but generally only used three of them. It's up to you to figure out which they were, heh. (Some of them got a bit obscure, but they're there!)
For wordsflow:
Alias, +(Fix: Irina's betrayal, fix: Jack's death, "Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.", Sark, Peyton (together? Either or!))
"Do you think she's really dead?" Peyton asked.
"I make it a point to never believe reports of Irina Dereko's death," Sark said.
"This one seems more accurate than most."
"Irina would never die without restoring her 'honor' to her daughter and husband." Sark scoffed. "Her emotions forever got in the way of her triumphs."
"And you?" Peyton trailed a finger across his chest. "You don't let your emotions get in the way?"
"Never." Sark grabbed her hand. "But that doesn't get in the way of . . . other pursuits."
And he pulled her towards him.
For afrocurl:
Veronica Mars: Logan, a bottle of tequila, the beach, Veronica and cheesy 80s music
"Will you ever stop being the cliched heartbroken teen?"
"It works for me," Logan said, twirling the bottle of tequila in his hands. "Want some?"
Veronica shook her head, but she sat down next to him on the sand. "Logan, you can't run off and get drunk every time we have a fight."
"I'm not drunk."
"Please, you're two sips away from holing yourself up in your suite and blasting cheesy 80s music."
"Which also works for me."
Veronica sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan. I hate it when we fight."
"Me, too."
Veronica took the bottle out of his hands. "No more tequila." She stood up and offered her hand. "Come on. Let's go make up."
"Now that's better than tequila any day."
For falsemurmur :
LOST + the grass is always greener on the other side, out of context pop culture reference, tattoos, black ivory high heels, found.
Now that he was back on the island, Jack dreamed of home. Not the bad parts, but the good months with Kate. He could still see it sometimes. The two of them in the living room, her ivory black heels on the floor, her laughter as he explained his tattoos, and Aaron climbing out of bed to see what was so funny.
It was hard to blame the island for the bad times, when it was the island that brought them together for moments like that. And sometimes Kate would look at him and make him believe that maybe, just maybe, they had one or two more good moments in their future.
For inkstainedskin:
10 Things I Hate About You + Kat + Patrick + mistletoe + "Its amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy" + spiked eggnog
"You know I only kissed you because of the mistletoe," Kat said. "Oh, and because of the spiked eggnog."
"You kissed me because you were jealous," Patrick said.
"I don't get jealous."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm strong and independent and have no time to waste on jealousy."
"She came on to me. If you'll remember, I refused?"
Kat scoffed. "Only because you knew I was watching.
"Okay, if you think that, then we have some big problems."
Kat's eyes softened. "No, I don't believe that." She turned away from him. "But I still only kissed you because of the mistletoe and eggnog."
"Well, then it's a good thing I brought this." And Patrick pulled a sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket."
"No eggnog?"
"I'm not bringing alcohol to your house."
Kat leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Not what I was hoping for, but it'll do." Patrick grinned at her and Kat smiled back.
For katje0711 :
LOST + Locke and Desmond as a pair or not, Desmond calls Locke 'boxman', Desmond's boat, Jeremy Bentham's obit and McCutcheon's.
Demond was sitting alone on his boat when he read the obituary. Jeremry Benthan's obituary. John Locke's obituary. It wasn't the ending he'd imagined for Locke. Locke deserved to die on the island, if anyone did. (As a punishment? Or a reward?)
But then none of them ever really escaped the island, did they? Already, he imagined he could feel it pulling him back. It wouldn't surprise him to wake up the next morning and find his boat in front of the island.
Desmond shuddered. He would worry about that tomorrow. Today, he would drink McCutcheon's and remember John Locke.
For jobiegirl6 :
Secret Society Girl: 1. "Why is the dog sleeping like that?" 2. Law School Hell 3. Responsibility 4. How does he bend like that? 5. Through the looking glass.
"Why is the dog sleeping like that?"
Jamie stared at the dog in question, who had his feet up in the air, and his head twisted to the side. "I don't know."
Jamie had spent all week complaining about law school hell, so I'd taken the train from the city, determined to cheer him up. And dragged him to the park for a picnic.
He'd only said he should be studying five times so far, so I considered it a success.
"I really should be studying, you know."
Okay, six times. "Come on," I said, and crawled closer to him. "It's the weekend."
"I have a responsibility to study."
"And I have a responsibility to cheer you up." I kissed him.
He smiled. "Okay, but tomorrow, I study."
"Deal."
For mini_miss:
Angel (the show) + Wesley/Lilah + always coming back + mention of keeping slave girls in closet (you decide if you want it actually mentioned to each other or as a narrative) + satin red sheets (just like blood) + evil errands.
"I thought it was over," Lilah said. Wes had knocked on her door a few hours earlier and, predictably, they had ended up entagled in her blood-red satin sheets.
"It is."
"Huh. Our definitions of over must differ."
"It's hardly the only thing we differ on."
Lilah rolled her eyes. "And we're back to the moral high ground. I wasn't the one keeping slave girls in my closet."
"Girl. One girl."
"And that makes it better?"
Wesley sat up. "It'll never work, Lilah."
She watched him get dressed in silence. He looked at her for a long moment before saying, "Good-bye, Lilah," and walking out the door.
"You'll be back," she said to the empty room.
She hoped.
For happyhappenings :
Glee: Kurt, Holiday Shopping, Mac and Cheese
Kurt had spent all of Saturday shopping for Christmas presents. Most people didn't take the task very seriously. They bought the first thing they saw or what the person had asked for. Kurt saw it differently. He bought people what they needed. Christmas was the perfect occasion to improve the world's fashion sense.
And this year he'd outdone himself. He surveyed his bags with satisfaction as he ate his mac and cheese. His dad had just shook his head when Kurt had told him how much he'd spent, but it would be worth it. It was his responsibility to make his friends and family as stylish as possible.
He just hoped they appreciated it.
For summerstorm:
"Bones: 1. Angela/Cam 2. mistletoe! 3. security cameras 4. Cam's office 5. a canvas
"Okay," Cam said, staring up at the mistletoe in her office doorway. "I didn't put that there."
Angela laughed. "I think it was one of the interns."
Cam shook her head. "Someone's getting a lecture tomorrow." She stepped into her office.
"Hey," Angela said. "Where are you going?"
"My office?"
Angela pointed up to the mistletoe. "Rules are rules."
"You're not really going to--"
Angela leaned over and pressed her lips gently against Cam's. "Merry Christmas."
Cam smiled a little shyly. "Merry Christmas."
For torigates:
Psych + Shawn/Juliet + Christmas + the Psych office + "Now you tell me" + a lei
Juliet should've known better to stop by the Psych office on Christmas Eve. Or maybe that's why she did it. She tried not to analyze her actions related to Shawn too much.
Like why she was sitting on the floor with a lei around her neck describing her favorite childhood presents to him.
"A detective kit?" Shawn asked. "Oh, Jules, you're so predictable."
"What, you never had one?"
"My dad hated those things," Shawn said. "Said they're no substitute for real detective training."
Juliet thought she caught a note of bitterness in his voice. She had an idea that Henry Spencer wasn't an easy dad to have. Even (especially?) if you were as brilliant as Shawn.
"Hey," she said, and nodded at the clock. "It's midnight. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Jules." He turned toward her. Their faces were inches apart.
"I should go," she said.
"Running off again?"
Juliet hesitated. She hated that she could never make any concrete decisions about Shawn. What he meant. What she felt.
But it was Christmas. And she wanted to stay here with him.
"Maybe I don't have to leave just yet."
And he smiled and started telling her about the Christmas he and Gus had nearly blown up his dad's house.
And maybe ten years from now, Juliet would describe this Christmas as one of her best ever.
For i_am_girlfriday :
Gossip Girl: Vanessa and Blair; cappuccino; Mother; lonely cafes; art house movies.
"It's not like we're going to make a habit of this," Blair said. It was the third time she'd sat down next to Vanessa in the cafe.
"Of course not," Vanessa said, as she sipped her cappuccino.
It wasn't like they were friends, Blair told herself. But Chuck was busy with business and Serena with love drama and nobody else was in the cafe. Sitting with Vanessa was better than sitting by herself. Marginally.
And it wasn't like they talked. Much. But Vanessa knew a thing or two about mothers and their expectations.
So they definitely weren't friends, but maybe Blair would start being a little nicer to her. Maybe.
Lonely Boy was still fair game, though.
For hookedupforfun:
The OC: Marissa & Summer! + ponies, booze, rain, boats, clouds
Summer remembered her high school summers in a blur of sun and relaxation. And Marissa. Hours and hours with Marissa, talking about boys and watching clouds and running from the rain. Taking Marissa's dad's boat out and playing with Princess Sparkle. Months of worry-free fun.
It wasn't like that. Not really. There was heartbreak and drama and sometimes too much booze. And Marissa never had the chance to grow up. But Summer chose to remember the good times, when they'd believed nothing would ever hurt them and they'd be best friends forever.
Anyway, to remind you, this was the meme:
Prompt: Fandom + 5 Things
(i.e characters, pairings, objects, locations, quotes, etc)
I will include at least three of the requested elements.
I listed all of the requested elements, but generally only used three of them. It's up to you to figure out which they were, heh. (Some of them got a bit obscure, but they're there!)
For wordsflow:
Alias, +(Fix: Irina's betrayal, fix: Jack's death, "Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.", Sark, Peyton (together? Either or!))
"Do you think she's really dead?" Peyton asked.
"I make it a point to never believe reports of Irina Dereko's death," Sark said.
"This one seems more accurate than most."
"Irina would never die without restoring her 'honor' to her daughter and husband." Sark scoffed. "Her emotions forever got in the way of her triumphs."
"And you?" Peyton trailed a finger across his chest. "You don't let your emotions get in the way?"
"Never." Sark grabbed her hand. "But that doesn't get in the way of . . . other pursuits."
And he pulled her towards him.
For afrocurl:
Veronica Mars: Logan, a bottle of tequila, the beach, Veronica and cheesy 80s music
"Will you ever stop being the cliched heartbroken teen?"
"It works for me," Logan said, twirling the bottle of tequila in his hands. "Want some?"
Veronica shook her head, but she sat down next to him on the sand. "Logan, you can't run off and get drunk every time we have a fight."
"I'm not drunk."
"Please, you're two sips away from holing yourself up in your suite and blasting cheesy 80s music."
"Which also works for me."
Veronica sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan. I hate it when we fight."
"Me, too."
Veronica took the bottle out of his hands. "No more tequila." She stood up and offered her hand. "Come on. Let's go make up."
"Now that's better than tequila any day."
For falsemurmur :
LOST + the grass is always greener on the other side, out of context pop culture reference, tattoos, black ivory high heels, found.
Now that he was back on the island, Jack dreamed of home. Not the bad parts, but the good months with Kate. He could still see it sometimes. The two of them in the living room, her ivory black heels on the floor, her laughter as he explained his tattoos, and Aaron climbing out of bed to see what was so funny.
It was hard to blame the island for the bad times, when it was the island that brought them together for moments like that. And sometimes Kate would look at him and make him believe that maybe, just maybe, they had one or two more good moments in their future.
For inkstainedskin:
10 Things I Hate About You + Kat + Patrick + mistletoe + "Its amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy" + spiked eggnog
"You know I only kissed you because of the mistletoe," Kat said. "Oh, and because of the spiked eggnog."
"You kissed me because you were jealous," Patrick said.
"I don't get jealous."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm strong and independent and have no time to waste on jealousy."
"She came on to me. If you'll remember, I refused?"
Kat scoffed. "Only because you knew I was watching.
"Okay, if you think that, then we have some big problems."
Kat's eyes softened. "No, I don't believe that." She turned away from him. "But I still only kissed you because of the mistletoe and eggnog."
"Well, then it's a good thing I brought this." And Patrick pulled a sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket."
"No eggnog?"
"I'm not bringing alcohol to your house."
Kat leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Not what I was hoping for, but it'll do." Patrick grinned at her and Kat smiled back.
For katje0711 :
LOST + Locke and Desmond as a pair or not, Desmond calls Locke 'boxman', Desmond's boat, Jeremy Bentham's obit and McCutcheon's.
Demond was sitting alone on his boat when he read the obituary. Jeremry Benthan's obituary. John Locke's obituary. It wasn't the ending he'd imagined for Locke. Locke deserved to die on the island, if anyone did. (As a punishment? Or a reward?)
But then none of them ever really escaped the island, did they? Already, he imagined he could feel it pulling him back. It wouldn't surprise him to wake up the next morning and find his boat in front of the island.
Desmond shuddered. He would worry about that tomorrow. Today, he would drink McCutcheon's and remember John Locke.
For jobiegirl6 :
Secret Society Girl: 1. "Why is the dog sleeping like that?" 2. Law School Hell 3. Responsibility 4. How does he bend like that? 5. Through the looking glass.
"Why is the dog sleeping like that?"
Jamie stared at the dog in question, who had his feet up in the air, and his head twisted to the side. "I don't know."
Jamie had spent all week complaining about law school hell, so I'd taken the train from the city, determined to cheer him up. And dragged him to the park for a picnic.
He'd only said he should be studying five times so far, so I considered it a success.
"I really should be studying, you know."
Okay, six times. "Come on," I said, and crawled closer to him. "It's the weekend."
"I have a responsibility to study."
"And I have a responsibility to cheer you up." I kissed him.
He smiled. "Okay, but tomorrow, I study."
"Deal."
For mini_miss:
Angel (the show) + Wesley/Lilah + always coming back + mention of keeping slave girls in closet (you decide if you want it actually mentioned to each other or as a narrative) + satin red sheets (just like blood) + evil errands.
"I thought it was over," Lilah said. Wes had knocked on her door a few hours earlier and, predictably, they had ended up entagled in her blood-red satin sheets.
"It is."
"Huh. Our definitions of over must differ."
"It's hardly the only thing we differ on."
Lilah rolled her eyes. "And we're back to the moral high ground. I wasn't the one keeping slave girls in my closet."
"Girl. One girl."
"And that makes it better?"
Wesley sat up. "It'll never work, Lilah."
She watched him get dressed in silence. He looked at her for a long moment before saying, "Good-bye, Lilah," and walking out the door.
"You'll be back," she said to the empty room.
She hoped.
For happyhappenings :
Glee: Kurt, Holiday Shopping, Mac and Cheese
Kurt had spent all of Saturday shopping for Christmas presents. Most people didn't take the task very seriously. They bought the first thing they saw or what the person had asked for. Kurt saw it differently. He bought people what they needed. Christmas was the perfect occasion to improve the world's fashion sense.
And this year he'd outdone himself. He surveyed his bags with satisfaction as he ate his mac and cheese. His dad had just shook his head when Kurt had told him how much he'd spent, but it would be worth it. It was his responsibility to make his friends and family as stylish as possible.
He just hoped they appreciated it.
For summerstorm:
"Bones: 1. Angela/Cam 2. mistletoe! 3. security cameras 4. Cam's office 5. a canvas
"Okay," Cam said, staring up at the mistletoe in her office doorway. "I didn't put that there."
Angela laughed. "I think it was one of the interns."
Cam shook her head. "Someone's getting a lecture tomorrow." She stepped into her office.
"Hey," Angela said. "Where are you going?"
"My office?"
Angela pointed up to the mistletoe. "Rules are rules."
"You're not really going to--"
Angela leaned over and pressed her lips gently against Cam's. "Merry Christmas."
Cam smiled a little shyly. "Merry Christmas."
For torigates:
Psych + Shawn/Juliet + Christmas + the Psych office + "Now you tell me" + a lei
Juliet should've known better to stop by the Psych office on Christmas Eve. Or maybe that's why she did it. She tried not to analyze her actions related to Shawn too much.
Like why she was sitting on the floor with a lei around her neck describing her favorite childhood presents to him.
"A detective kit?" Shawn asked. "Oh, Jules, you're so predictable."
"What, you never had one?"
"My dad hated those things," Shawn said. "Said they're no substitute for real detective training."
Juliet thought she caught a note of bitterness in his voice. She had an idea that Henry Spencer wasn't an easy dad to have. Even (especially?) if you were as brilliant as Shawn.
"Hey," she said, and nodded at the clock. "It's midnight. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Jules." He turned toward her. Their faces were inches apart.
"I should go," she said.
"Running off again?"
Juliet hesitated. She hated that she could never make any concrete decisions about Shawn. What he meant. What she felt.
But it was Christmas. And she wanted to stay here with him.
"Maybe I don't have to leave just yet."
And he smiled and started telling her about the Christmas he and Gus had nearly blown up his dad's house.
And maybe ten years from now, Juliet would describe this Christmas as one of her best ever.
For i_am_girlfriday :
Gossip Girl: Vanessa and Blair; cappuccino; Mother; lonely cafes; art house movies.
"It's not like we're going to make a habit of this," Blair said. It was the third time she'd sat down next to Vanessa in the cafe.
"Of course not," Vanessa said, as she sipped her cappuccino.
It wasn't like they were friends, Blair told herself. But Chuck was busy with business and Serena with love drama and nobody else was in the cafe. Sitting with Vanessa was better than sitting by herself. Marginally.
And it wasn't like they talked. Much. But Vanessa knew a thing or two about mothers and their expectations.
So they definitely weren't friends, but maybe Blair would start being a little nicer to her. Maybe.
Lonely Boy was still fair game, though.
For hookedupforfun:
The OC: Marissa & Summer! + ponies, booze, rain, boats, clouds
Summer remembered her high school summers in a blur of sun and relaxation. And Marissa. Hours and hours with Marissa, talking about boys and watching clouds and running from the rain. Taking Marissa's dad's boat out and playing with Princess Sparkle. Months of worry-free fun.
It wasn't like that. Not really. There was heartbreak and drama and sometimes too much booze. And Marissa never had the chance to grow up. But Summer chose to remember the good times, when they'd believed nothing would ever hurt them and they'd be best friends forever.