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roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote in roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
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requests } { because these actually do help me sometimes
The rules are simple. I have a calendar of sorts. Each day has a word. A 100-200 word drabble will be written for that word on that day. If you would like to claim a specific pairing or combo for that particular word, feel free to comment below and tell me, and I will add it to my list.
Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
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Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
01. Stefan/Bo ~ for
02. Dean & Diana ~ for
03. Bela/Lana ~ for
04. Stiles/Cora ~ for
05. Steve/Peggy ~ for
06. Neal & Anna ~ for
07. Stefan/Rebekah ~ for
08. Flack/Angell ~ for
09. Tess & Elektra ~ for
10. Alek & Ava ~ for
11. Max/Dean ~ for
12. Don Flack ~ for
13. Kol/Bonnie ~ for
14. Bo/Tyler ~ for
15. Tyler/Caroline ~ for
16. Piper & Christopher ~ for
17. Cassie & Cas ~ for
18. Sam/Allison ~ for
19. Alec McDowell ~ for
20. Charlie & Dylan ~ for
21. Maxwell & Lois ~ for
22. Dean/Christine ~ for
23. Cora Hale ~ for
24. Melinda & Penny ~ for
25. Isaac/Caroline ~ for
26. Dean & Tony ~ for
27. Anna/Neal ~ for
28. Cordelia & Elena ~ for
29. Kara/Lana ~ for
30. Stefan/Cordelia ~ for
no subject
30. Stefan/Cordelia
myötähäpeä ~ post-beyond the rift ~ 628 words
Lois knows that her guardian, as well meaning as he is, will still take the opportunity to judge her every chance he gets. She may be all he has in this particular universe, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to overanalyze what he perceives as terrible life choices in the name of his calling.
“Until you age forty years, become a general in the army and lose all your hair? You are not my father and that means you cannot tell me what to wear.”
Lois has no such intentions of listening to him. After all, when a girl can dress up as a leather-clad warrior princess, why wouldn’t she take the opportunity? She’s in the process of making sure her hair falls properly with the headpiece before glancing back over her shoulder to where he’s standing with a cup of coffee.
“You look ridiculous.”
“I’m going to a comic book convention. I think that’s the point.” She raises her eyebrows a bit before turning to face him with a smirk. “You could come too, if you want. I’ve got a storm trooper costume in the closet.”
Maxwell blinks at her before going. “A - do I look like the kind of guy who’s into comic books and B – do I look like the kind of guy who would ever dress up as a storm trooper?”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! Besides I’m going for a story so it’s not like you’ll have to pay for anything. It’s all on the Daily Planet.”
Granted, reintegrating herself into the Daily Planet after being gone isn’t exactly easy, but she’s managing, for better or worse. She’s back to the same hustle and jive that was her life before Chicago, even if she isn’t the same person that came out the other side. Still, her family’s here, friends, and piece by piece, she’s putting everything back together again. Integrating Maxwell into everything has been a challenge as well, but they’re learning there too.
One day at a time.
His face at the suggestion is a little hesitant, taking another sip of his coffee. “A comic book convention?”
“It’s a fluff piece. They still make me write one every once in a while.”
“Why do you want me to go? Given that you’re supposed to be working and all.”
She rolls her eyes. “Because it’ll be fun. And you need to get out of my apartment and back into the world.” She takes a breath before moving closer, resting her hands on his shoulders. “Look, I know losing Chicago has been rough, and being in a new world is weird and strange but you’re not going to deal with it by locking yourself in here and pretending nothing’s changed. You need to get out there, be part of it, and be grateful that the natives aren’t going to try and kill you because you’re from another universe.”
They may do it if it’s a day for meteor rock induced homicide (aka a day ending in “y”) but at least it’s not because he fell through a hole in time and space.
He gives her a bit of a look for the last part, but in the end he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not dressing up.”
“Suit yourself.” She grins, pleased with herself. “Be ready to go in five. We’re picking up Chloe on the way.”
It’s very clear that the bond is the only reason why Maxwell puts up with her, but at the end of the day, it’s probably better for him that he does. Otherwise, he would never have any fun.
Maxwell probably doesn’t feel the same way, but what can you do?
oniochalasia ~ the vampire diaries/buffyverse ~ 603 words
However, that doesn’t mean there aren’t downsides, or situations where a normal human could have probably filled the position (though not nearly as well). Stefan was currently stuck in one of those positions. Cordelia claims he’s earned it (probably because Damon) and Stefan isn’t inclined to argue with her (because Damon) so he’s forced to keep trotting along behind her, carrying the armful of shopping bags that would probably have doubled over a normal human by now.
Then Cordelia rounds a corner into another store and he can’t suppress the groan any longer. “How much clothing do you need?”
“To make up for the skeezey feeling your brother gives me whenever he breathes?” She flashes him back a look over her shoulder. “Buddy, we haven’t even reached the halfway point yet.”
Stefan huffs a bit before making his way in behind her, trying not to look too put off by at all. He’s playing the part of the dutiful boyfriend when he is nowhere near Cordelia’s boyfriend, but when Damon is involved, he’ll consider this getting off easy. “He’s going to be here for a week, you know. Am I going to have to buy you a whole new wardrobe for every day he’s here?”
Cordelia made a face like she was thinking about it, before shrugging. “Probably not. But if he doesn’t learn the meaning of personal space? I may rethink that answer.”
“I’ll make sure my bank account is ready, then.”
Her eyebrows climb a bit, before she turns back to the rack in front of her. “Why do you put up with him anyway? I mean, you can be a brat but he takes immaturity to a whole other level.”
Stefan isn’t going to argue with the brat comment. It won’t get him very far. “Because he’s my brother and the only family I have?”
“And you’ve never tried to change him.”
“Changing Damon takes way more work and unnecessary dead people than it’s actually worth. It’s better to just … let him do what he does and hope the change sneaks up on him.” Not that that’s the most proactive approach, but it’s the best he can do.
“Or that someone stakes him for you?”
Stefan’s eyes narrow and he turns to face Cordelia again. “Is Angel planning on staking my brother?”
“Maybe he should be.”
“Actually, no. Maybe he shouldn’t.” Stefan’s face was too serious for anyone to believe he was joking and Cordelia almost looks uncomfortable. “He’s my brother. Let me deal with him my way.”
“If that way gets people killed, Stefan, I won’t be able to stop Angel.” And more to the point, she wouldn’t want to. Stefan doesn’t have to hear her say it to know it’s there, but any additions to the statement end in a shrug. “So I would keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.”
“I can do that.” Stefan relaxes a bit, before turning back to the rack she was looking at. He paged through a couple of shirts, before pulling one of them off to turn and face her. “What about this one?”
Cordelia looks the shirt over for a moment, before taking it from him and putting it back on the rack. “No suggestions. Just carrying.”
He smirks a bit before nodding. “Whatever you say.”