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Title: You Have Left Your Mark
Fandom: 2 Broke Girls
Pairing: Max/Caroline
Rating: PG
Words: 2,000
Summary: Max doesn’t expect much of life. Caroline might just be her exception.
A/N: title from Patrick Wolf's The City, which is my ultimate song for this pairing.
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The One Where I Turn Around
A/N: more Dean p.o.v., because the Dean-voice inside my head has a lot of feelings. Set between 5x22 and 6x01, aka the Lisa months.
The One Where I Turn Around
Isn’t this what I’m supposed to miss-
Cereal in the kitchen for breakfast
Running the dishwasher, reading the mail
Sleeping late. Buying things you don’t need
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Behemoth Drabble, Deryn/Alek
A/N: This is just a little piece of a story based on Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan series--if you haven't read it you should check it out. This is just a scene after Deryn tells Alek she's a girl, they're in a restaurant in Istanbul.
“You just won’t admit you can’t hold your liquor.” Alek teased. He propped Deryn up against the wall and she tried to ( Read more... ) -
Poetry (Dean's pov)
This one involves some of my headcanon about Dean's childhood.
The Good and the Bad
Half of everything I say is a reference
The other half is sarcasm
And you're obscenely literal and culturally ignorant and purposefully obtuse
And I watch too many movies
It's a wonder
We understand each other at all
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Dean/Cas poetry
Signpost 17
Let's do something bad for us
Let's get drunk and pick up women
We'll feel bad about in the morning
Let's spend too much money and talk too loud and wink at men
We don't want to flirt with
I've always needed a wingman so
I don't feel alone
(I wish I hadn't seen your face when I kissed her)
Let's play a game
Where you pretend you love me
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Some Dean/Cas poetry
Your Number One Station
I would just like to knowWhen it is you're coming home
Wherever that may be
For me/for us
/for you
(do I ever get tired of hearing your voice)
I would just like to pick up the phone
For once
And hear on the other end
Not the screech of tires on asphalt
Not the ding of a gas station door
But somewhere that I can imagine
Is green/is ( Read more... )