A few days later, Miles was flipping through the channels waiting for Richard to get ready. They were going out with Jim and the girls, and it always took Richard a long time to figure out what to wear.
“Miles, have you seen my blue shirt?”
Miles didn’t look up from the tv. “Which one? You have a lot of blue shirts.”
“The dark blue one, with pockets.”
“Hm.” Miles turned the tv off and looked up at him. “It was missing some buttons, so I threw it out.”
Richard just stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“What?” Miles asked in mock innocence. “I thought it was garbage.”
“It was perfectly fine, I could have just sown the buttons back on.”
“You can’t run the washer but you can sew buttons?”
Richard’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re being a child.”
When Richard came home, he wasn’t surprised to not see Miles anywhere. The house was conspicuously silent, and Richard sighed. He had gone out to get groceries, even though they didn’t need much, but when he went into the kitchen to put them away he stopped in his tracks.
Hanging neatly on one of the cabinets in a dry cleaners’ bag was his blue shirt. He dropped the grocery bag on the counter and went over to it, ran his hands up inside the bag to find all the buttons back in place. Stuck to the plastic was a single post-it note saying simply sorry.“Truce
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You know my kinks too well, the sheer domesticity of this nearly did me in. Richard being baffled by the washer and drier and accidentally throwing out Miles's favorite jeans! Miles hiding Richard's shirt in retaliation! This: Suck it up, go home, and make it right,” Jim said sternly. “Or, keep whining about it and live a lonely, sexless life forever. Your choice.” And then the make-up scene! OMG, the make-up scene with the button popping and the revelation that Miles bought his jeans holey. I LOVE EVERYTHING THIS FIC CHOOSES TO BE. <333
Winter Wolfling GirlredbrunjaOctober 17 2011, 04:43:37 UTC
Arya may be small, may be a magnet for trouble, and may be a girl, but Gendry realizes two weeks out from King's Landing that he'd done well to befriend her.
For one thing, she was fierce in a fight. One afternoon, one miserable, rainy afternoon, clouds dark as iron above them, they were attacked by bandits - starving men, really, wearing even more ragged clothes then all the poor bastards trudging to the Wall - but they were starving men with weapons- came out of the trees.
The boys besides Gendry shrieked loud as a whore faking it and bolted for the trees but Arya just darted forward when the bandits came at them. She killed two on her own, her sword slashing as quickly as a leaping fish, while Gendry swore and got a better grip on his helm and used it to bash in the head of a third.
Another reason it was smart to be in Arya's good graces was that she was warm. Gendry had never thought much about being warm - he always was, between the weather and the forge - but now every step he took was colder than the one before, until even
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Re: Winter Wolfling GirlozmissageOctober 18 2011, 04:00:01 UTC
*happy sigh*
You wrote my ship! And it's so perfect. I love your Gendry voice. It's eerie how much I could hear him here. And this: When they started this trip they had slept near each other, then back to back, and two weeks out, Gendry sleeps with both arms wrapped tight around her, his face buried in the nape of her neck and shivers his way into unconsciousness. GUH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY HANDS.
Can I just say: YES, TO THIS WHOLE SCENARIO. A MILLION MILLION MILLION TIMES YES.
It's not even my fill and I'm grinning like a fool. XDDD It's so hot and oddly perfect. I never ever would have thought of these two, but you nailed it. :D
Not only does this feel completely natural, but it also happens to be hot and sad and snarky all at once. 2014!Cas is my very favorite Cas and he goes with Miles so freaking well. His curiosity about Miles's tattoo was such an wonderful moment: He presses his face to Miles' neck, nuzzling like a fucking kitten, stubble scraping across his skin,. UGH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
And then the scar thing happened and my brain nearly exploded from the joy. YOU = AMAZING.
Thank you so, so much for this and for tackling this ship! (OTP now, not even kidding.) <333
Raylan enters the motel room quietly, careful to shut the door soft behind him. He lays his hat down on the table and keeps his keys in his coat pocket so they don’t jangle and knock against the wood. He shrugs off his coat, keeping an eye on the sleeping, feminine form in his bed
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She still visits, when she can. It's not often -- she works for UNIT, and her time off is usually split between her family and her fiance -- but it's more often than he would expect.
Every time she comes, there seems to be more wrong with his body. He sits on the autopsy table, while Martha examines the wounds, and he explains that he got that cut from a scalpel lying around, and that scrape from being thrown against a concrete wall when chasing a creature from the Rift, and that cut is from a rather funny incident at a bar
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This makes me ache in the best way. I loved this bit: He probably feels responsible for everything, as well he should, the bastard. Owen insults him openly, and Jack bows his head in agreement, and Martha looks between them with a worried expression on her face. SO GOOD. Thank you so much for this! <3
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Miles had a favorite pair of jeans. Had being the key word, here ( ... )
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“Miles, have you seen my blue shirt?”
Miles didn’t look up from the tv. “Which one? You have a lot of blue shirts.”
“The dark blue one, with pockets.”
“Hm.” Miles turned the tv off and looked up at him. “It was missing some buttons, so I threw it out.”
Richard just stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“What?” Miles asked in mock innocence. “I thought it was garbage.”
“It was perfectly fine, I could have just sown the buttons back on.”
“You can’t run the washer but you can sew buttons?”
Richard’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re being a child.”
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Hanging neatly on one of the cabinets in a dry cleaners’ bag was his blue shirt. He dropped the grocery bag on the counter and went over to it, ran his hands up inside the bag to find all the buttons back in place. Stuck to the plastic was a single post-it note saying simply sorry.“Truce ( ... )
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Thank you so much for this! I love it.
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For one thing, she was fierce in a fight. One afternoon, one miserable, rainy afternoon, clouds dark as iron above them, they were attacked by bandits - starving men, really, wearing even more ragged clothes then all the poor bastards trudging to the Wall - but they were starving men with weapons- came out of the trees.
The boys besides Gendry shrieked loud as a whore faking it and bolted for the trees but Arya just darted forward when the bandits came at them. She killed two on her own, her sword slashing as quickly as a leaping fish, while Gendry swore and got a better grip on his helm and used it to bash in the head of a third.
Another reason it was smart to be in Arya's good graces was that she was warm. Gendry had never thought much about being warm - he always was, between the weather and the forge - but now every step he took was colder than the one before, until even ( ... )
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You wrote my ship! And it's so perfect. I love your Gendry voice. It's eerie how much I could hear him here. And this: When they started this trip they had slept near each other, then back to back, and two weeks out, Gendry sleeps with both arms wrapped tight around her, his face buried in the nape of her neck and shivers his way into unconsciousness. GUH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY HANDS.
Thank you so, so much for this! <3
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It's not even my fill and I'm grinning like a fool. XDDD It's so hot and oddly perfect. I never ever would have thought of these two, but you nailed it. :D
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Not only does this feel completely natural, but it also happens to be hot and sad and snarky all at once. 2014!Cas is my very favorite Cas and he goes with Miles so freaking well. His curiosity about Miles's tattoo was such an wonderful moment: He presses his face to Miles' neck, nuzzling like a fucking kitten, stubble scraping across his skin,. UGH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
And then the scar thing happened and my brain nearly exploded from the joy. YOU = AMAZING.
Thank you so, so much for this and for tackling this ship! (OTP now, not even kidding.) <333
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OMG, Carol Johnson. There is no world in which I do not love her. <3
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Every time she comes, there seems to be more wrong with his body. He sits on the autopsy table, while Martha examines the wounds, and he explains that he got that cut from a scalpel lying around, and that scrape from being thrown against a concrete wall when chasing a creature from the Rift, and that cut is from a rather funny incident at a bar ( ... )
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