2 Dead Like Me Ficlets + 1 MultiFandom Fic Meme
I had these two Dead Like Me ficlets that I had written this past summer and I totally forgot to post them so I'm doing it now for anyone who's interested. And the FIC MEME was done today to help spark the muse, but I don't know how successful it was. :)
Author: turquoisetumult
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Like Me or its characters.
Warning: This is unbeta-ed. But it should be a-okay to read considering English is my first language and all... Nevertheless, even though I reread it, if someone notices a mistake (typo or other), let me know and I’ll fix it.
Title: drug of choice
Rating: PG-13, for discussion of drugs
Word Count: 359
Characters/Pairings: Mason, Mason/George
Genre: character study, romance
Prompt: “she's got me high”
Summary: Mason’s got a new addiction in George. “The feeling of that chase, that beautiful chase to obtain that permanent high and keep it always, has awoken inside of you once more. // And like that, you’ve found a new drug."
Ultimately, you were in it for the chase.
You just liked it, you know?
You liked the excitability of the moment, (when the cannabis has just settled in, the world mapped out for you in the newest shapes and brightest colors, eager for exploration).
Yet, you couldn’t deny the relief it gave you either. The comfort of that moment - that moment when you finally felt at peace. Serenity, if only for a limited time, was yours to have and you were grateful for that.
But most of all, you liked the endless tease. (Every high brought you infinite joy and you thought it would never end. When it did, you saw it as just another reason to entrap it - to catch that permanent high and keep it forever.)
You watch Georgie-girl sometimes. Usually when she’s doing a daily routine (ordering a coffee for her work or extra-extra crispy potatoes for Rube at the Der Waffel Haus) or maybe when she’s talking about Delores or her old family (- she hasn’t yet learned that she doesn’t belong with the Lasses anymore, but she will one day).
She’s the only girl that you’ve ever uttered those three scary words to … at least, with a smile on your face.
She didn’t believe you when you said them, your breath stinking of alcohol and chocolate cake. You can’t blame her … not really.
You think about her. The way the jaded old world you’ve been living - existing - in for some 40 odd years seems fresh and wonderful when you’re around her. The way she looks out for you; consoling you with soft circles on your electrocuted back; tucking a warm blanket around you when the nightmare of Ray dances in your head, refusing to let you go.
You think about how she’s come to trust you over this time. How she considers you a friend, a brother, a confidant. You think about how you consider the same of her, though the feeling of that chase, that beautiful chase to obtain that permanent high and keep it always, has awoken inside of you once more.
And like that, you’ve found a new drug.
Title: brave new world
Rating: PG-13, for language
Word Count: 248
Characters/Pairings: George
Genre: character study
Prompt: "laundry"
Summary: Newly undead, George compares her situation to a literary character. “Secretly, George wishes she didn’t feel like that stupid character in Brave New World, John or Joe or whatever the fuck his name was. Couldn’t belong - fit in - to one world or another; forever doomed. // Secretly, George wishes she wasn’t like him. Hoped she’d move on; adapt.”
George liked to read.
Joy nags her to get a job or friends or some “normal” shit that George doesn’t care about; books distract her.
The world seems to be giving her a cosmic “Fuck You”; novels’ characters empathize with her, soothing her.
George sits in the basement of a now deceased Brendan Moore’s apartment building, watching the washing machine squish together his questionable sheets with a touch of Cheer.
She’s only done laundry a couple of times before and she hopes to actually get it right this time.
Secretly, George wishes for folded, crisp sheets to appear on her bed, made ready by dear old Mommy.
Secretly, George wishes she knew what happened to those clothes that she wore on the day of her death. Were they completely destroyed in the accident? Or were they the only pieces of George that survived; did her family take them home? Did her mom wash them by hand (anything to feel like she was getting her daughter back), carefully iron and hang them neatly in the closet?
Secretly, George wishes she didn’t feel like that stupid character in Brave New World, John or Joe or whatever the fuck his name was. Couldn’t belong - fit in - to one world or another; forever doomed.
Secretly, George wishes she wasn’t like him. Hoped she’d move on; adapt.
George warily lifts the lid to greet the soaked laundry and peers down, afraid to pull them out just yet.
It’s a brave new world, indeed.
FIC MEME
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of thirty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
2. Ned (Pushing Daisies)
3. Mason (Dead Like Me)
4. Victor (Dollhouse)
5. Jaye Tyler (Wonderfalls)
6. Daisy Adair (Dead Like Me)
7. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
8. Angel (Angel)
9. Castiel (Supernatural)
10. Chuck Charles (Pushing Daisies)
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4 and 6, First Time (Victor/Daisy Adair)
Bashful Billy loses his virginity to snooty Daisy Adair.
But in bed, she’s surprisingly sweet, gentle; he inquires why.
“Because, Billy,” Daisy replies, mournfully, “you’re the one that got away.”
7, Angst (Sam Winchester)
Sam first prayed when John brought home an unconscious and broken Dean. Ever since, Sam’s prayed for Dean’s safety from monsters.
Today, he prays to protect Dean … from Sam.
1 and 8, AU (Dean Winchester & Angel)
“Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t chop your head off.”
A punch and Angel’s got Dean flat against the wall. “Azazel. I can help you find … and kill him.”
3, 6, and 9, Threesome (Mason/Daisy Adair/Castiel)
Mason’s stripped down, already kissing Daisy senselessly and Daisy, uninterested, is watching Castiel, awaiting her challenge of deflowering an angel.
And Castiel is sweating. Profusely. Dean’ll pay dearly for this.
5 and 10, Hurt/Comfort (Jaye Tyler/Chuck Charles)
Seeing Aaron, Chuck weeps for the times she’ll never kiss Ned.
“There … there.” Jaye reluctantly pats her shoulder.
Chuck hugs Jaye and she squirms uncomfortably. Like Ned; Chuck smiles.
1, Crack (Dean Winchester)
“What kind of ghost haunts a women’s country-club? And what idiot creates this plan!?”
“Gotta investigate somehow … … your panty-hose are crooked.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah...” Sam sighs, gleefully.
10, Horror (Chuck Charles)
Chuck pictures Digby and her alone, at the end of the world, young, beautiful, (but so lost).
“Chuck! Coffee. Table two…”
“Okay!” she says, pulling away from her imagination’s nightmares.
5 and 9, Baby Fic (Jaye Tyler/Castiel)
“Bun in the oven,” the brass monkey nods toward Jaye’s pregnancy test.
“Great. First, it’s doing good deeds by coercion, now it’s carrying angel spawn … my life sucks.”
2 and 8, Dark (Ned & Angel)
Ned’s always welcomed sunshine (and Chuck’s smiles) to brighten his dreary life.
But Chuck’s gone and the darkly-clothed man says sunlight kills.
“C’mon,” Angel says. “Time you learn some things.”
2 and 3, Death Fic (Ned & Mason)
“…stroke killed ‘im the bloody second you touched ‘im?”
“... Yes?” Ned offers.
“… Right. Best blame everything here on booze and leave it ‘lone,” Mason slurs and leaves.
“Close call…”
A/N: → Those were actually really difficult to write because I kept going over the 30 word limit! I hope they turned out okay.
→ → → Feedback (positive or constructively critical) is greatly appreciated on any and all of the ficlets up above. Enjoy everyone!
Author: turquoisetumult
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Like Me or its characters.
Warning: This is unbeta-ed. But it should be a-okay to read considering English is my first language and all... Nevertheless, even though I reread it, if someone notices a mistake (typo or other), let me know and I’ll fix it.
Title: drug of choice
Rating: PG-13, for discussion of drugs
Word Count: 359
Characters/Pairings: Mason, Mason/George
Genre: character study, romance
Prompt: “she's got me high”
Summary: Mason’s got a new addiction in George. “The feeling of that chase, that beautiful chase to obtain that permanent high and keep it always, has awoken inside of you once more. // And like that, you’ve found a new drug."
Ultimately, you were in it for the chase.
You just liked it, you know?
You liked the excitability of the moment, (when the cannabis has just settled in, the world mapped out for you in the newest shapes and brightest colors, eager for exploration).
Yet, you couldn’t deny the relief it gave you either. The comfort of that moment - that moment when you finally felt at peace. Serenity, if only for a limited time, was yours to have and you were grateful for that.
But most of all, you liked the endless tease. (Every high brought you infinite joy and you thought it would never end. When it did, you saw it as just another reason to entrap it - to catch that permanent high and keep it forever.)
You watch Georgie-girl sometimes. Usually when she’s doing a daily routine (ordering a coffee for her work or extra-extra crispy potatoes for Rube at the Der Waffel Haus) or maybe when she’s talking about Delores or her old family (- she hasn’t yet learned that she doesn’t belong with the Lasses anymore, but she will one day).
She’s the only girl that you’ve ever uttered those three scary words to … at least, with a smile on your face.
She didn’t believe you when you said them, your breath stinking of alcohol and chocolate cake. You can’t blame her … not really.
You think about her. The way the jaded old world you’ve been living - existing - in for some 40 odd years seems fresh and wonderful when you’re around her. The way she looks out for you; consoling you with soft circles on your electrocuted back; tucking a warm blanket around you when the nightmare of Ray dances in your head, refusing to let you go.
You think about how she’s come to trust you over this time. How she considers you a friend, a brother, a confidant. You think about how you consider the same of her, though the feeling of that chase, that beautiful chase to obtain that permanent high and keep it always, has awoken inside of you once more.
And like that, you’ve found a new drug.
Title: brave new world
Rating: PG-13, for language
Word Count: 248
Characters/Pairings: George
Genre: character study
Prompt: "laundry"
Summary: Newly undead, George compares her situation to a literary character. “Secretly, George wishes she didn’t feel like that stupid character in Brave New World, John or Joe or whatever the fuck his name was. Couldn’t belong - fit in - to one world or another; forever doomed. // Secretly, George wishes she wasn’t like him. Hoped she’d move on; adapt.”
George liked to read.
Joy nags her to get a job or friends or some “normal” shit that George doesn’t care about; books distract her.
The world seems to be giving her a cosmic “Fuck You”; novels’ characters empathize with her, soothing her.
George sits in the basement of a now deceased Brendan Moore’s apartment building, watching the washing machine squish together his questionable sheets with a touch of Cheer.
She’s only done laundry a couple of times before and she hopes to actually get it right this time.
Secretly, George wishes for folded, crisp sheets to appear on her bed, made ready by dear old Mommy.
Secretly, George wishes she knew what happened to those clothes that she wore on the day of her death. Were they completely destroyed in the accident? Or were they the only pieces of George that survived; did her family take them home? Did her mom wash them by hand (anything to feel like she was getting her daughter back), carefully iron and hang them neatly in the closet?
Secretly, George wishes she didn’t feel like that stupid character in Brave New World, John or Joe or whatever the fuck his name was. Couldn’t belong - fit in - to one world or another; forever doomed.
Secretly, George wishes she wasn’t like him. Hoped she’d move on; adapt.
George warily lifts the lid to greet the soaked laundry and peers down, afraid to pull them out just yet.
It’s a brave new world, indeed.
FIC MEME
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of thirty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
2. Ned (Pushing Daisies)
3. Mason (Dead Like Me)
4. Victor (Dollhouse)
5. Jaye Tyler (Wonderfalls)
6. Daisy Adair (Dead Like Me)
7. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
8. Angel (Angel)
9. Castiel (Supernatural)
10. Chuck Charles (Pushing Daisies)
---
4 and 6, First Time (Victor/Daisy Adair)
Bashful Billy loses his virginity to snooty Daisy Adair.
But in bed, she’s surprisingly sweet, gentle; he inquires why.
“Because, Billy,” Daisy replies, mournfully, “you’re the one that got away.”
7, Angst (Sam Winchester)
Sam first prayed when John brought home an unconscious and broken Dean. Ever since, Sam’s prayed for Dean’s safety from monsters.
Today, he prays to protect Dean … from Sam.
1 and 8, AU (Dean Winchester & Angel)
“Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t chop your head off.”
A punch and Angel’s got Dean flat against the wall. “Azazel. I can help you find … and kill him.”
3, 6, and 9, Threesome (Mason/Daisy Adair/Castiel)
Mason’s stripped down, already kissing Daisy senselessly and Daisy, uninterested, is watching Castiel, awaiting her challenge of deflowering an angel.
And Castiel is sweating. Profusely. Dean’ll pay dearly for this.
5 and 10, Hurt/Comfort (Jaye Tyler/Chuck Charles)
Seeing Aaron, Chuck weeps for the times she’ll never kiss Ned.
“There … there.” Jaye reluctantly pats her shoulder.
Chuck hugs Jaye and she squirms uncomfortably. Like Ned; Chuck smiles.
1, Crack (Dean Winchester)
“What kind of ghost haunts a women’s country-club? And what idiot creates this plan!?”
“Gotta investigate somehow … … your panty-hose are crooked.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah...” Sam sighs, gleefully.
10, Horror (Chuck Charles)
Chuck pictures Digby and her alone, at the end of the world, young, beautiful, (but so lost).
“Chuck! Coffee. Table two…”
“Okay!” she says, pulling away from her imagination’s nightmares.
5 and 9, Baby Fic (Jaye Tyler/Castiel)
“Bun in the oven,” the brass monkey nods toward Jaye’s pregnancy test.
“Great. First, it’s doing good deeds by coercion, now it’s carrying angel spawn … my life sucks.”
2 and 8, Dark (Ned & Angel)
Ned’s always welcomed sunshine (and Chuck’s smiles) to brighten his dreary life.
But Chuck’s gone and the darkly-clothed man says sunlight kills.
“C’mon,” Angel says. “Time you learn some things.”
2 and 3, Death Fic (Ned & Mason)
“…stroke killed ‘im the bloody second you touched ‘im?”
“... Yes?” Ned offers.
“… Right. Best blame everything here on booze and leave it ‘lone,” Mason slurs and leaves.
“Close call…”
A/N: → Those were actually really difficult to write because I kept going over the 30 word limit! I hope they turned out okay.
→ → → Feedback (positive or constructively critical) is greatly appreciated on any and all of the ficlets up above. Enjoy everyone!