{"@attributes":{"version":"2.0"},"channel":{"title":"Cookie Love","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/","description":"Cookie Love - LiveJournal.com","lastBuildDate":"Mon, 20 Apr 2020 23:48:40 GMT","generator":"LiveJournal \/ LiveJournal.com","copyright":"NOINDEX","image":{"url":"https:\/\/l-userpic.livejournal.com\/124478326\/33355256","title":"Cookie Love","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/","width":"100","height":"100"},"item":[{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/101082.html","pubDate":"Mon, 20 Apr 2020 23:48:40 GMT","title":"promo!","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/101082.html","description":"\"\"<\/a>

Like making graphics? Like fun challenges? Like being part of an awesome team? Come play at <\/a>landofart<\/b><\/a><\/span>!","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/101082.html?view=comments#comments","category":"promo"},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/100577.html","pubDate":"Tue, 25 Feb 2020 00:03:02 GMT","title":"Gen Freeform Exchange letter","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/100577.html","description":"Hello lovely creator!

Thanks so much for making something for me! I'm excited to see what you come up with :) You can find my ao3 account at @cookiegirl.ao3.org

DNW:<\/b> pregnancy or babies; main character deaths or terminal illnesses; different setting AUs (modern AU or canon-divergent is fine!); genderswap; identity headcanons; first\/second person narration; fic set many years after canon ends

General likes:<\/b> protectiveness, taking care of someone, reluctant care-takers and caretakees, hurt\/comfort, jealousy, characters trying to look tough but turning out be vulnerable, snark and banter, angsty fluff, relationship development, happy endings, found family, 5 times\/5+1

If writing casefic, I generally prefer the focus to be on character interactions rather than tons of case detail!

Beetlejuice The Musical - Beetlejuice & Lydia Deetz<\/b>

Tags: Awkward Conversations with People You Tried to Kill; Best Friends Have Bad Ideas Together; Character gets a hug; Character Isn't Used To Being Considered A Person; Characters Hanging Out In The Kitchen Because They Can't Sleep; Enemies to Friends - Accidental soulbond between enemies; Undercover As Father And Son\/Daughter; Undercover as Parent and Child; Us Against The World Mentality That Might Not Be Healthy But The Characters Find It Comforting

These two are such fun, I love the way they understand each other in a way that nobody else does. I'd be happy to see more adventures set in canon, or it would be great to see them in the months post-canon with Beetlejuice returning (or having already returned and now living there for Some Reason) and he and Lydia hanging out and getting into mischief. I love a little h\/c with this pairing too, either one can be the hurtee\/comforter. Or what about a revelation that he and Lydia are soul-bonded in some way and that's why she could see him?

Beetlejuice The Musical - Adam Maitland & Lydia Deetz, Adam & Barbara & Lydia<\/b>

Tags: Characters Hanging Out In The Kitchen Because They Can't Sleep; Emotional Hurt\/Comfort; Father Figures; Surrogate Father-Daughter Feels

I love that Adam gets to be a dad with Lydia and make his dad jokes and be reassuring, and that Barbara is so sweet to her, and that Lydia gets this extra support that she so badly needs. Anything during canon, or anything in the period soon after canon ends would be great - what's it like now they all live together? Adam\/Adam and Barbara hanging out with Lydia and helping her out, etc. H\/C very welcome!

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - Jack Peralta & Ray Holt, Jake Peralta & Kevin Cozner<\/b>

Tags: Emotional Hurt\/Comfort, Father Figures, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Hurt\/Comfort - Sickfic, Hurt\/Comfort - A helps B overcome self-destructive tendencies, Surrogate Father-Son Feels, Undercover As Father And Son\/Daughter, Undercover as Parent and Child, Protectiveness

I love Jake's relationship with these two guys, both together and separately. I love his daddy issues and the way they just accept them. I'd love to see undercover hijinks, or H\/C of pretty much any kind, or both! A situation where Jake pretends not to be ill\/injured until he ends up collapsing at their house and needing to be looked after would be fun - would he test Holt or Kevin with outrageous demands to see if they'll abandon him?

Falsettos - Whizzer Brown & Jason<\/b>

Tags: A defends B\/argues on B's behalf, Becoming an Accidental Father Figure, Father Figures, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Hurt\/Comfort - Sickfic, Protectiveness, shopping together, Surrogate Father-Son Feels

I adore these boys! I'd love to see anything with them, but please either set it before More Racquetball (feel free to extend this period!) or in a modern AU where Whizzer can be treated. I'd love to see him protecting Jason somehow, looking after him even though it's kinda new to him, being a confidante. Pretending to be Jason's biological dad for some sort of event, or going to parent's evening instead of\/alongside Marvin and somehow causing trouble or defending Jason.

Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar & Trixie Decker<\/b>

Tags: A defends B\/argues on B's behalf, Hurt\/Comfort - Sickfic, Undercover as Parent and Child, Undercover As Father And Son\/Daughter, Platonic Cuddling, Protectiveness, Characters Enabling Each Other's Bad Bahavior Leads To A Junk-Food-Fueled Road Trip And Crime Spree

I love Lucifer's grudging acceptance of his affection for Trixie, and I love the way she turns to him when she's upset. I'd love to see anything set during canon, with them getting into mischief and strengthening their relationship. Undercover for a case, or h\/c, or both, would be awesome.

Make It Or Break It - Sasha & Payson, Sasha & Lauren, Sasha & Emily, Sasha & Kaylie<\/b>

Tags: A defends B\/argues on B's behalf, Character gets a hug, Emotional Hurt\/Comfort, Father Figures, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Hurt\/Comfort - A helps B overcome self-destructive tendencies, Non-Sexual Spanking, Protectiveness, Stoic Character Breaks Down And Admits They Need Help

Any more interactions between Sasha and any of the girls would be great. Him protecting or defending them, or looking after them through injuries. Him helping Kaylie with her recovery; him and Emily talking more after discovering she had a job, or her pregnancy; him being there for Lauren; he and Payson doing absolutely anything. Discipline fic\/otk spanking super welcome also, if one of the girls does something dangerous, etc.

The New Normal - Bryan Collins & Shania Clemmons<\/b>

Tags: Best Friends Have Bad Ideas Together, Characters Hanging Out In The Kitchen Because They Can't Sleep, Comfort Food, Emotional Hurt\/Comfort, A defends B\/argues on B's behalf, Hurt\/Comfort - Sickfic, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Platonic Sleeping Together (whether in a bed or not), Platonic Cuddling, shopping together, Undercover as Parent & Child, Characters Enabling Each Other's Bad Bahavior Leads To A Junk-Food-Fueled Road Trip And Crime Spree

Anything set during canon or just after would be great. Bryan pretending to be Shania's dad for some sort of event would be really fun! Or some h\/c where she worries that he'll only be interested in Sawyer when he arrives, and he shows her that he'll always love her? Or Shania teaching Bryan some sort of dad lessons! But really, I just want to see more of these two being adorable with each other.

Smash - Tom Levitt & Ivy Lynn, Tom Levitt & Julia Houston<\/b>

Tags: Emotional Hurt\/Comfort, Hurt\/Comfort - Sickfic, Hurt\/Comfort - A helps B overcome self-destructive tendencies, Hurt\/Comfort - A finds out that B is\/was suicidal, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Hurt\/Comfort - character who usually takes care of others is the one taken care of, Non-Sexual Spanking, Platonic Sleeping Together (whether in a bed or not), Protectiveness, shopping together, Sharing a Living Space

I'd love anything set during canon (or before canon) that focuses on Tom's friendship with either Ivy or Julia. How does the period when they live together go for Tom and Julia? Do they drive each other mad but also cuddle and take care of each other? How did they become friends in the first place?

Tom finding out about how bad Ivy felt at the end of season 1 is also something I would really like to see explored. Or Ivy relying on pills more and Tom helping her through it.

Or Tom getting a bit ill and trying to work through it but Julia making him slow down, or vice versa. Or Tom stepping in and stopping a self-destructive behavior through spanking.

Spinning Out - Serena Baker & Mitch Saunders<\/b>

Tags: Emotional Hurt\/Comfort, Father Figures, Surrogate Father-Daughter Feels, learning to trust each other, Hurt\/Comfort - hiding an injury, Protectiveness

I loved this show and I'm gutted there is no season 2 planned currently. I really felt for Serena's character, and liked Mitch a lot. I'd love to see anything between them that explores their developing relationship as coach-skater and surrogate father-daughter. Them against the world, him protecting her, looking after her when she's upset or injured.

I'd enjoy anything set during canon, but am also really interested in the period immediately following the end of season 1 - I would love to see Mitch coming back, either before or because of finding about Serena's revelation in the finale, and his reaction to that situation. And I'd love to see them working together to restore her confidence and self-worth in the weeks or months after that, and him reassuring her that she is perfect.

Thank you and have fun!<\/a>

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Gay penguins adopt abandoned egg<\/a>\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cookiegirl.dreamwidth.org\/91376.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/98940.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/98105.html","pubDate":"Fri, 22 Feb 2019 03:07:57 GMT","title":"Fic (White Collar): June in Paris","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/98105.html","description":"I've been slack about posting fics to my journal, so I have a few to get through, including last year's exchanges and fandom stocking. But I thought I'd start with this, seeing as Chocolate Box authors have just been revealed and this was my main assignment :)

Title: <\/strong>June in Paris
Author: <\/strong>\"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>  <\/div>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Neal Caffrey, June Ellington, mentions of full cast<\/div>
Wordcount:<\/strong> 3745<\/div>
Rating: <\/strong>G<\/div>
Contains:<\/strong> references to grief, spoilers for whole series
Beta: <\/strong>\"[personal<\/a>tjs_whatnot<\/b><\/a><\/span> <\/div>
Summary:<\/strong> Ten months after he leaves New York for Paris, Neal encounters an old friend<\/div>
Notes:<\/strong> Written for \"[personal<\/a>sandy79<\/b><\/a><\/span>  for the \"[community<\/a>chocolateboxcomm<\/b><\/a><\/span> exchange<\/div>
Here on Archive of Our Own<\/a><\/strong>

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There is less than a day left to sign up to \"[community<\/a>purimgifts<\/b><\/a><\/span>! *waves hands encouragingly* It's my first time doing it, and I am excite. It's an exchange for works focusing on Jewish and\/OR female characters. (I've signed up to \"[community<\/a>chocolateboxcomm<\/b><\/a><\/span> for the first time too. ALL THE EXCHANGES THIS YEAR PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Snowflake Challenge is also well underway, and I really enjoyed it last year, so I'm hoping to make a late start on that.)

While we’re here, a final GYWO 2018<\/strong> update! I didn’t write anything in October, in November I wrote a kink fic that I’m probably not going to ever post but I actually love, and in December I wrote my Yuletide fic. I finished up with 36, 836 words for the year, which is just under half my goal. 

 <\/div><\/div><\/a>36836 \/ 75000 words. 49% done!

As for days with writing, I think there were only around 40. I'm trying to look at that as a positive, in that my words to days-writing ratio was fairly high, so I just need to increase the amount of days! I’ve signed up again for this year and am hoping I can smash the target this time. Good luck to anyone else hoping to write this year!
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Just had my first trick or treaters! \\o\/ The dog wasn't impressed.<\/strike>

Going to watch episode 2 of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina later to keep on theme. We watched episode 1 at the weekend and it was... Ok? Reserving judgement. I could have done with less spiders!

Keep safe and enjoy any leftover candy!

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And since then....

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So let's just round up for the sake of completion, and then I can make a fresh start, yes? Very good.

 <\/div><\/div><\/a>28624 \/ 75000 words. 38% done!


Monthly goal for April: 6164<\/strong>
Actual word count: 500 <\/strong>
Days with writing: 1<\/strong>

Monthly goal for May: 6370<\/strong>
Actual word count: 0<\/strong>
Days with writing: 0<\/strong>

Monthly goal for June: 6164<\/strong>
Actual word count: 0<\/strong>
Days with writing: 0<\/strong>

Monthly goal for July: 6370<\/strong>
Actual word count: 1500<\/strong>
Days with writing: 1<\/strong>

Monthly goal for August: 6370<\/strong>
Actual word count: 0<\/strong>
Days with writing: 0<\/strong>

Monthly goal for September: 6164<\/strong>
Actual word count: 684<\/strong>
Days with writing: 1
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27,472 words behind target
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OH BUT I CAN TOTALLY MAKE THAT UP, RIGHT?

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I'll try anyway. Why not?

Things worked on: iZombie Liv\/Blaine fic for \"[community<\/a>screenexchange<\/b><\/a><\/span>  drabbles round; White Collar Peter\/Neal fic for \"[community<\/a>slashorific<\/b><\/a><\/span> ; White Collar Peter & Neal fic for \"[community<\/a>fandomgiftbox<\/b><\/a><\/span> 

I haven't actually got around to posting these on my journal yet, they are posted on my shiny new AO3 account (or the fandomgiftbox comments). So, a question. Those of you with AO3 accounts, do you also post the fic fully on your journal, or do you just link to it? Opinions please and thank you!

View poll: A03\/Journals<\/a><\/div>
<\/poll-20522>\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cookiegirl.dreamwidth.org\/88377.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95811.html?view=comments#comments","category":["polls are the best","writing","gywo"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95579.html","pubDate":"Sun, 30 Sep 2018 18:23:25 GMT","title":"Land of Art!","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95579.html","description":"One of my favourite ever comms, <\/a>landofart<\/b><\/a><\/span>, has just started its latest phase. It's open to absolutely any level of graphic artist, even if you've never opened up a graphics programme before, so why not come and play?

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You can apply for a team HERE <\/a>(Renaissance is the team to be on, just saying, not biased cos I mod it or anything).","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95579.html?view=comments#comments","category":"promo"},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95330.html","pubDate":"Wed, 13 Jun 2018 23:53:31 GMT","title":"26 NYC icons","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/95330.html","description":"26 icons made for Landofart's ABC challenge (one icon per letter of the alphabet). I chose to make NYC-themed icons, because, Reasons :D

Preview:

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A<\/strong>tlas Statue - B<\/strong>rooklyn Bridge - C<\/strong>entral Park - D<\/strong>UMBO

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E<\/strong>mpire State Building - G<\/strong>rand Central Station - F<\/strong>latiron Building - H<\/em><\/strong>amilton

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I <\/strong><3 NY - J<\/strong>ets - K<\/strong>atz's Delicatessen - L<\/strong>iberty Island

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M<\/strong>anhattanhenge - N<\/strong>atural History (Museum of) - O<\/strong>ne World Trade Center - P<\/strong>retzel

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Q<\/strong>ueens - R<\/strong>adio City Music Hall - S<\/strong>ubway Mosaics - T<\/strong>imes Square

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U<\/strong>nicorn Drink - Greenwich V<\/strong>illage - W<\/strong>ater (Hudson River) - X<\/strong>mas

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Y<\/strong>ankees - Z<\/strong>oo

Please comment and credit if taking :)
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Everyday items chosen: Nutella, Teabags, Essie metallic gold "Daring Damsel" nail polish

3 Tumblr graphics: Nutella-based recipes; vintage tea; Lost Girl<\/i> women
Links to Nutella recipes included, though I haven't tested them - yet ;)

Preview:
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Items:
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Nutella - click for bigger
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Recipes from:
https:\/\/www.netmums.com\/recipes\/nutella-pancakes<\/a>
https:\/\/www.handletheheat.com\/nutella-cake\/<\/a>
https:\/\/www.biggerbolderbaking.com\/3-ingredient-nutella-brownies\/<\/a>
https:\/\/sugarspunrun.com\/nutella-stuffed-cookies\/<\/a>


Tea - click for bigger
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Kenzi and Bo - click for bigger
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Fox cancelled Brooklyn Nine-Nine, because, WHY \/o\\

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NBC picked up Brooklyn Nine-Nine for a 13 episode season! \\o\/

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ABC finally renewed How to Get Away with Murder! \\o\/

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The CW cancelled Life Sentence. After giving it a whole six episodes to make an impression, UGH, and it was so adorable \/o\\

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The CW renewed iZombie THANK GOODNESS \\o\/

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And lastly, Fox cancelled Lucifer \/o\\

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I think this was the one I was most surprised about because it didn't really look like it was going to get cancelled, at least not that I saw. And it's finally getting to the important part!! And I kiiiinda get it that it's not the best show ever, but I really really really wanted more of it anyway. It seems like the internet did too, because #savelucifer<\/a> has been trending hard, so we'll see, but I can't particularly imagine anyone picking it up. Maybe Netflix?!

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So, super pleased that B99 and iZombie live to fight another day, relieved that we finally have confirmation on HTGAWM, and argh, gutted that there may be no more devilish Tom Ellis and no more Deckerstar :'(

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For Landofart's challenges: Last Year's Highlights (12 Riverdale <\/em>icons from the pilot episode) and Tic Tac Toe (Life Sentence <\/em>icon, sigtag and picspam, all from the pilot episode). Thought I'd post them here in case anyone wanted to snag an icon :)

Preview:<\/em>

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Riverdale:
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4<\/font><\/td>5<\/font><\/td>6<\/font><\/td><\/tr>
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Life Sentence:<\/div>
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I was wondering if you could help me with a question! Do we ever see Amenadiel drinking anything? ie. alcohol, etc? I seem to recall that he orders a glass of milk at a bar in one episode, but I'm not sure if I've either a) imagined that or b) got it from a fanfic or something? If anyone can confirm\/deny, and maybe even give me an episode number, that would be awesome!

The reason I'm asking is that I got assigned Amenadiel as the character that Hannibal Lecter meets in my \"[community<\/a>intoabar<\/b><\/a><\/span>  fic. I'm not at all inspired by this pairing but I do want to write something for the comm, even if it's a super short scene, so help on the drinking front would be great. (Also, if you have any plot ideas\/requests, go ahead!!)

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 <\/div><\/div><\/a>25840 \/ 75000 words. 34% done!

Monthly goal for January: 6370<\/strong>
Actual word count: 3706<\/strong>
Days with writing: 7
<\/strong>2664 behind target<\/strong><\/span>

Monthly goal for February: 5753<\/strong>
Actual word count: 6147<\/strong>
Days with writing: 11<\/strong>
<\/strong>2270 behind target<\/strong><\/span>

Monthly goal for March: 6370<\/strong>
Actual word count: 16087<\/strong>
Days with writing: 8<\/strong>
7447 ahead of target
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<\/strong>Word count so far for April: 0
<\/strong>4776 ahead of target

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I expect I will be behind again soon enough!

Things worked on: fandomstocking fic (Miranda<\/em>), comment fics and drabbles (Riverdale, Lucifer, Torchwood, The Walking Dead, White Collar, Lost Girl, The Good Place, Guardians of the Galaxy, iZombie<\/em>), collarcorner exchange (White Collar<\/em>), agegapexchange (Buffy<\/em>)

Stuff coming up, for my reference:
\"[community<\/a>screenexchange<\/b><\/a><\/span> drabbles due April 21st
\"[community<\/a>intoabar<\/b><\/a><\/span> April 19th-May 20th
\"[community<\/a>nightonficmountain<\/b><\/a><\/span> April 22nd - June 15th
\"[community<\/a>slashorific<\/b><\/a><\/span> now - July 13th

Sign-ups for the last three are still open if you want to join :)

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1) The LJ community <\/a>landofart<\/b><\/a><\/span> is starting up again around 10th April. I mod one of the teams (Renaissance!) so obviously I think it's great :D You can make fandom or stock art, play games, etc! Go sign up here!<\/a><\/strong>

<\/a><\/strong>2) I am thinking of joining in with <\/span>\"[community<\/a>nightonficmountain<\/b><\/a><\/span> , if anyone else wants to do so! Nominations are open now, sign-ups open Saturday.

<\/span>3) <\/span>\"[community<\/a>slashorific<\/b><\/a><\/span> has a whole load of cool travel-related prompts to choose from, and you can sign up now - I'm gonna try a (pre-?)Peter\/Neal fic set in Copenhagen, probably pre-series

<\/span>4) Also: look at this adorable crafting exchange comm! \\o\/<\/span><\/div><\/div>
\"\"

<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>
\"[community<\/a>homemade2homemade<\/b><\/a><\/span> is a new community for geeky crafters to share their obsessions and talents! Come join us for our first gift exchange! All levels of geeks and crafters are welcome! Sign up between April 1-15, 2018<\/div>
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How about we do that thing where you give me a show\/movie\/fandom and I’ll tell you:

my favorite female character
my favorite male character
my favorite book\/season\/etc.
my favorite episode (if it’s a TV show)
my favorite cast member
my favorite ship
a character I’d die<\/strike> put a reasonable amount of effort into defending
a character I just can’t sympathize with
a character I grew to love
my anti otp

You can choose from anything in any of my scrapbooks<\/a> or anything else you know\/think I've watched :) I'm currently\/recently viewing Hannibal, Life Sentence, Lucifer, iZombie, One Day at a Time, HTGAWM, Scorpion, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Superstore if that helps!\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cookiegirl.dreamwidth.org\/85207.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/93010.html?view=comments#comments","category":"meme"},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/91779.html","pubDate":"Sat, 24 Feb 2018 00:37:39 GMT","title":"Fic (White Collar): Till We Get the Healing Done","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/91779.html","description":"Title: <\/strong>Till We Get the Healing Done
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Neal, Peter, El, Satchmo, gen
Wordcount:<\/strong> 3455
Rating:<\/strong> G
Contains:<\/strong> indentured servitude (it's, like, really mild), h\/c, slight angst, slight fluff
Summary:<\/strong> Set in an AU where criminals spend their sentences as indentured servants. After Peter first catches Neal, Neal is sentenced to four years as a house-servant at the Burkes’. Soon after the sentence begins, Neal gets the flu, and does his best to keep it a secret from Peter and El.
Notes:<\/strong> Written for \"[personal<\/a>nywcgirl<\/b><\/a><\/span> for the <\/a>collarcorner<\/b><\/a><\/span> exchange. Title via Van Morrison.


Neal Caffrey knew he was adaptable, but even he was surprised by how quickly he had gotten used to waking up in comfort.

Neal had spent over a year in prison, awaiting his trial, the resulting sentencing and then the final assignment of his indentures. That equated to almost four hundred nights of sleeping on a thin, worn mattress atop a metal slab, in a cell with a man he didn't trust, while listening to the snores of other inmates and the heavy footsteps of guards echoing down the corridors. He had not had a truly restful or uninterrupted sleep the entire time he'd been there, and it had become normal to start each day feeling stiff and tired.

Yet once his contract was finalized and he had been released into the hands of his new master, it had taken him a matter of days to acclimatize to his new environment. And after a week, he had almost started taking his soft, supportive mattress, tastefully decorated bedroom and peaceful surroundings for granted.

Which was why it was a surprise to wake up on the ninth day of his four-year stint as an indentured servant, feeling like he had been run over by a bus.

---

It took Neal a few moments after waking to figure out what was going on. His head was pounding, as though someone was hitting the inside of his skull with a hammer. His throat felt raw, and when he tried to swallow, the pain was so sharp he almost choked on it. Every inch of his body ached and ached<\/i>, his joints on fire. It was only after he’d managed to push himself up into something resembling a sitting position, the wooden headboard feeling cool against the skin of his overheated back, that his thoughts cleared enough for him to realize he was sick.

Four-hundred-plus days crammed in a block with more men than he cared to count, and he hadn’t gotten so much as a cold, but apparently a few days in a spotless Brooklyn townhouse were enough to get the better of him.

A small seed of fear took root in Neal’s chest. He couldn’t get sick. Not now. Not when he’d barely even begun his tenure at the Burkes’. He’d been incredibly lucky to get this contract; most prisoners who were deemed flight risks were consigned to servitude at the jails, where they could be kept under constant supervision. A cushy house-servant posting like the one Neal had landed was almost unheard of for criminals like him, and Agent Burke had made it clear that he expected Neal to be on his best behavior and earn his place in the household, unless he wanted to find himself back in a cell. Coming down sick just a few days into his sentence wouldn’t make him look like a reliable servant - and worse, might even look like a con to avoid his duties.

Neal pulled in a deep breath, feeling it rattle slightly in his chest. There was no need to panic. He would feel better soon, and until then, he could work through the discomfort with a smile on his face. He was used to that part, at least.

---

“You’re late,” Peter Burke announced by way of greeting as Neal entered the kitchen. The agent was sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking his morning coffee - coffee that Neal knew he was supposed to have made. Peter’s wife, Elizabeth, was seated opposite him, eating cereal instead of the egg-white omelette Neal should have cooked for her.

“I was just about to come and turf you out of bed,” Peter went on, with mild irritation. “We agreed you’d be down here at seven every morning, not just the mornings when you felt like it.”

Neal tried to think up a good reason for why it had taken him such a painstakingly long time to wash, dress and walk downstairs, but he couldn’t come up with anything. Not when simply standing upright without keeling over was taking all of his energy. The Tylenol he’d taken from the bathroom medicine cabinet didn’t seem to be helping him much.

“Sorry,” he said, forcing himself not to wince when the act of speaking made his throat burn. When Peter continued to look at him expectantly, waiting for some sort of excuse for his absence, Neal added, “...Sir.”

The look of surprise on Peter’s face would have been enough to make Neal laugh on any other day. He had called the agent “Peter” consistently since his arrival, despite the man’s insistence that it was “‘Agent Burke’, or ‘sir’, to you, Caffrey.”

“Well…” Peter said, obviously wrong-footed. “Don’t let it happen again.”

Neal nodded and made his way over to the sink to deal with the small pile of dishes there. He was thankful for the chance to turn his back on the Burkes and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. The glare of the kitchen spotlights felt as though it was burning his retinas.

“Did you sleep okay, Neal?” Elizabeth asked. She had a habit of trying to include Neal in the conversation at breakfast time, and while Neal normally appreciated it and chatted happily with her, today he wished she wouldn’t.

“Yes. Fine,” he managed, and then, after a moment, remembered to say, “Thank you.” He blinked, stared blankly at the dishes for a moment, then realized he should turn on the faucet. A moment later, he jumped when Peter set his coffee mug on the counter next to the sink.

“You remember the list for today?” Peter asked, leaning one hip against the counter. “Sweep the leaves, move the boxes down to the basement, clean the bathrooms, walk Satch?”

The thudding in Neal’s head drowned out most of Peter’s words, and he couldn’t have repeated the list back to him for love nor money, but he nodded and said, “Sure.” Anything to get Peter and Elizabeth out of the house so he could lie down for a minute.

“And remember,” Peter said as he turned to leave, “I’ll be monitoring the anklet all day.”

Peter had said the same thing every day since Neal had arrived, and usually the reminder that Neal was electronically bound to a half-mile radius of the house needled at him enough to prompt a sarcastic response that was just the right side of disrespectful. Today, though, he let it go. He heard Peter kiss his wife goodbye, and a minute or two later the front door opened and closed.

Neal was trying to muster the strength to start the washing up when he felt a hand briefly touch the small of his back. Elizabeth was standing next to him. He glanced at her, and saw sympathy in her eyes.

“I know this servitude deal is hard to get your head round,” she said softly, clearly having mistaken his quiet demeanor for sadness or bitterness at his lowly position, rather than sickness. “But it will get easier. And it’s better than prison. I promise, four years will be gone before you know it.”

Even with his aching body and throbbing head, Neal managed to smile down at Elizabeth. He wasn’t sure yet whether he was planning to serve out the whole four years, or make a break for it once he was able to figure out a way around the tracking anklet, but he appreciated her words nonetheless.

She patted him on the back and turned to go. Neal listened to her pick up her bag, put on her shoes and head out. As soon as the front door shut, his breath rushed out of him, and he doubled over the sink, exhausted from the exertion of pretending to be okay.

Slowly, he pushed himself away from the counter, then trudged into the living room and lay down on the couch, relief coursing through him as soon as he put his head on the cushion. He would just rest for a short while, he decided, and then he would start on his work.

Dimly he felt Satchmo jump up on the sofa next to him and curl into his side. It was only a matter of seconds before both he and the golden lab were asleep.

---

Something warm and wet was brushing against Neal’s face. He groaned and tried to bat it away, not caring about anything besides getting some more sleep, but the warmth and wetness continued. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and found him an inch away from a shiny black nose and a rough pink tongue.

“Ugh, Satch,” Neal murmured, gently guiding the dog’s head away from his own. He blinked a few times, his eyelids feeling like sandpaper against his eyes. “What time is it?”

The dog cocked his head to the side in response, then jumped off the couch and ran to the back door. Neal pulled himself up, but as soon as he stood, he swayed alarmingly and had to sit back down with a thump. His headache had faded a little, but had been replaced with dizziness and nausea.

Neal clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to stave off the wave of sickness, then tried to get up again, more carefully. He headed over to open the door for Satchmo, holding onto chair backs and the edge of a bookcase along the way. As Satchmo ran out into the yard and Neal turned back into the house, he caught sight of the clock in the kitchen.

He swore.

Had he really been asleep for six hours? It felt like he had been out a fraction of that time. This was not good. He hadn’t even started on Peter’s list. And he didn’t feel any better, despite the long rest.

With trembling hands he managed to pour himself a glass of water, and sank down onto one of the breakfast bar stools. Before he took a sip, he held the glass to his forehead for a minute, letting the cold surface provide a short, sweet respite from the burning heat on his skin. Then he drank. And drank, and drank.

Two glasses later, he was starting to feel slightly more human. Now he just had to remember what had been on his list of chores.

...cleaning something, maybe? Bathrooms? Yes, bathrooms.<\/i>

He could manage that, as long as he went slowly. And whatever else had been on the list, Neal would just have to pretend he had forgotten, or better yet, find a way to distract Peter. He’d always been good at that.

---

“Caffrey?”

The sound of Neal’s name being called from the hallway jolted him out of his stupor, and he stumbled off the kitchen chair he’d been sitting on and lurched towards the refrigerator, nearly tripping over Satchmo as he went. Neal had been waiting for Peter to come home so that he could greet him with a beer in the hope of diverting his attention from the undone chores, but at some point he had zoned out, his head down on the top of the breakfast bar as the dog sat at his feet.

Neal ran one hand through his hair now as he used the other to reach for a bottle of beer. He needed to look presentable if he wanted Peter to think everything was fine.

“Hey,” he said as Peter rounded the corner into the kitchen and reached down to scratch Satchmo’s head. Neal’s voice cracked as he spoke, and he swallowed hurriedly and repeated himself, then held out the beer.

“Hey,” Peter said, narrowing his eyes and looking suspiciously at the beer. “What’s all this?”

Neal did his best attempt at a charming shrug, but his shoulders were aching and he imagined it came off more as a grimace. “Aren’t I allowed to spoil my master?” he asked, hoping that last word would please Peter, and feeling too tired and sore to mind saying it.

Peter set the beer down and put his hands on his hips. “What have you done?” he asked.

Neal blinked, feeling as though his brain was working at half the speed it normally did. “Done?” He tried to smile innocently.

“Yes, done. The beer’s one thing, but I don’t believe you’d ever call me ‘master’ unless you had something to hide.”

Neal cursed himself for going overboard. It wasn’t a mistake he’d normally make, but it was hard to concentrate when he was hot and cold at once and his whole body hurt.

“So?” Peter prompted, when Neal didn’t say anything.

“I… I didn’t have time to finish all the jobs on your list.” Neal decided to go with something resembling the truth. “I’m sorry. I’ll do the rest tomorrow. I did clean the bathrooms, though.” He hoped Peter wouldn’t look too closely at the cleaning job he’d done, which had been nothing more than a few swipes.

Peter frowned. “I didn’t give you more than you could manage in a day,” he said. He walked over to the window and glanced out at the yards. “You didn’t do the leaves, I see. What about the boxes?”

Neal tried to focus. “Boxes?”

Peter’s frown deepened. “What have you been doing all day?” he said. “This isn’t a holiday camp, you know.”

“I know that,” Neal said, starting to wobble on his feet and quickly reaching out to steady himself on the fridge door. “I was…”

“Were you meeting someone?” Peter said, suddenly, his gaze sharp. “Did someone come to the house?”

“No… I…” Neal swallowed again, trying to get some moisture into his dry throat. He was feeling dizzy again, even though most of his weight was on the refrigerator door. “I…” He reached desperately for words - any words - to get him out of this conversation, but nothing came. Everything felt fuzzy.

“Caffrey?” Peter took a couple steps and was suddenly in front of him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Neal said, his voice sounding distant.

Peter stepped in even closer, and then Neal felt his hand on his forehead. It was wonderfully cool against his hot skin, and Neal leaned into it involuntarily, unable to stop himself from responding to one of the few positive human touches he’d felt in the last year.

“You’re burning up,” Peter said, his voice changing from annoyance to concern.

“No, I’m fine,” Neal insisted, fear rising inside him, but his knees buckled as he spoke and he fell forwards into Peter, their bodies colliding heavily. Peter’s arms held him up, and Neal gave in and stopped trying to pretend.

“M’sick,” he muttered against Peter’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Peter adjusted Neal’s position, gripping Neal’s upper arm with his hand, then wrapping his other arm around Neal’s shoulders. “Let’s get you to bed.” He guided Neal out of the kitchen, and Neal let himself be half-carried up the stairs and helped into his bedroom.

---

It was dark by the time Neal next woke. The curtains in his bedroom were drawn and the room was lit only by a small lamp in the corner. He blinked groggily and pushed the sheets away from his sweat-soaked body. His head still pulsed with a dull beat, and his chest felt tight and compressed, but his body was pathetically grateful to be supported in bed, and the aches felt more manageable when he was lying down. There was a cold compress on his head that he didn’t recall fetching.

He turned to the side, and saw Peter sitting in the bedroom chair next to the lamp, a book in his lap, watching Neal steadily. Neal’s chest suddenly got even tighter. He had failed. Failed to hide his weakness, failed to do his duties, failed to make himself worth keeping. He’d barely made it a week without causing trouble. The image of his old prison cell flared in his mind, harsh and unforgiving.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice little more than a croak.

“So you should be,” Peter said gruffly. He rose from the chair and moved over to the bed, then handed Neal the glass of water that was on the nightstand. Neal took it with a shaking hand and sipped.

“I don’t usually get sick,” Neal said, though he doubted it was worth trying to salvage the situation.

Peter frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You don’t need to be sorry for getting sick. You should be sorry for not telling us about it. Did you really think you could hide it?”

Neal wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

Peter sighed. “I called El to tell her. She has to work late tonight but she’ll be home in an hour or so. She said her friend Deb - the one who came by the house at the weekend - has the ’flu. That’s probably where you caught it. Hopefully El and I will manage to avoid it. And you’ll be okay after a few days of rest and fluids.”

Neal nodded, trying to pay attention, but it was hard to care about anything apart from how soon he would be back in prison. He wished Peter would just get on with it and tell him. Instead, Peter was looking at him carefully.

“Why didn’t you just say you were sick?” the agent asked, at length.

Neal looked down, staring into the glass of water. What did it matter now?<\/i>

“Neal.” Peter said his name firmly, and Neal realized it was the first time he’d called him something other than “Caffrey” since he’d brought him home from the prison.

Neal shrugged awkwardly. “I wanted to carry on working. Prove that I can be useful. That you should… keep me. Here. I figured that if I was a burden...” He trailed off.

Peter’s lips thinned. “You thought we would send you back?”

Neal didn’t reply, but his face must have revealed the answer for him. Peter gave a short, frustrated sigh and Neal’s heart sank further.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Peter said, and Neal blinked and looked up at him, meeting his eyes properly for the first time. He wasn’t sure he had heard right.

“Did you think you just fell into this position?” Peter asked. “Do you have any idea how long I had to work to get a felon with your history approved for a home placement? I fought<\/i> to get you here, because I saw something in you. I didn’t want you rotting away in jail.”

“I... didn’t know that.” Neal was stunned. He knew he’d lucked out getting assigned here, but he had thought his indentures had been given to Peter because Peter had caught him, and the courts figured he was the best person to keep him in line. He didn't realize that Peter had really wanted him there. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter smiled slightly. “I didn’t want you getting a big head. Bigg-er<\/i>, I mean. Or thinking that you were gonna get an easy ride here, get away without any punishment for your crimes. But I probably should have said something.” He shifted on the bed. “All those years I was chasing you… you seemed like a kid who’d just gotten on the wrong path. El and I thought that with a stable environment, you could be… something other than a criminal. And we expect you to work hard, and to serve your sentence properly, but you’re allowed to get sick. This is your home now.”

Neal felt his eyes getting hot and itchy, as if they were tearing up, but he told himself it was just the illness. He rubbed at them with the heel of his hand and swallowed past the lump in his throat. He wanted to say something to Peter, to tell him what his words meant, but his mind was still struggling to form sentences.

Peter seemed to sense that, and reached out and patted him on the foot. “Just concentrate on getting better for now,” he said. “You should sleep more. I’ll bring you up some soup later.”

Neal nodded. “Thank you.” He tried to emphasise the words as much as he could.

Peter got up from the bed, but instead of leaving as Neal expected, he sat back down in the chair by the lamp.

“You don’t have to stay,” Neal said, taking a last sip of water before resting his head back on the pillow, thankful to be able to close his eyes again. “I won’t get up to any mischief.”

Peter laughed. “I’ll just sit here for a while to make sure,” he said.

Neal pulled the sheets up over his shoulders and felt himself start to sink back into sleep, feeling safer than he had for a long, long time.<\/a>

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Day 13<\/strong>

Set some goals for the coming year<\/strong>

I've gone with fannish\/internet\/writing goals rather than personal goals, because... I'm not touching that hot mess right now! :D

Complete Snowflake Challenge!!<\/strike>
Complete my \"[community<\/a>getyourwordsout<\/b><\/a><\/span>  pledge
Write my fics for the <\/strike>[Unknown LJ tag]<\/b>  exchange and <\/strike>[Unknown LJ tag]<\/b> <\/strike>
Finish a couple of the fics I've had on hold for years, especially Field Trip
Work on my original fiction\/novel ideas\/plots
Be a good mod at the two communities I'm involved in
Update DW\/LJ regularly - and remember to actually include personal things :D
Leave prompts, comments and general encouragement for everyone <3
Support communities and challenges
Participate in All The Things \\o\/


Day 14<\/strong>

Create your own challenge<\/strong>

This is a challenge for me and for anyone else who will find it useful: Be Brave. There are so many great fandom things I missed out on in the past because I thought my writing wouldn't be good enough, or my art wouldn't be up to scratch, or I would end up defaulting, or whoever I got assigned in an exchange would be disappointed with their gift. And even now that I'm more confident about joining in, there's still a lot I worry about. But no matter what you think of your own work\/ideas\/opinions, there's someone out there who wants to see it and share it with you, whether it's a huge fic or a bizarre prompt you'd like filled or a few random thoughts about how hot someone looked in the last episode of something. So be brave, share, participate, give back to fandom, introduce yourself to new people, be weird and passionate and whatever you want to be.


Day 15<\/b>

Write a love letter to Fandom in general, to a particular fandom, to a trope, a relationship, a character, or to your flist\/circle\/followers
<\/b>
That's a big list of things to love on! I could try and be eloquent, but, I'm just gonna say: I LOVE YOU. 

I love you, fandom, for being crazy and excitable and obsessed and unashamed about your passions. For being welcoming to new people and being just as pleased as me to find someone who shares your loves. For making me a better writer, for giving me a creative outlet, for supporting me in rough times and for making me feel never really truly alone.

I love you, f-list, those who've been with me for years and years, and those who I'm just getting to know. Thank you for putting up with me :)

\"\"


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Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Daryl, Beth, pre-Daryl\/Beth?
Wordcount: <\/strong>387
Rating:<\/strong> G
Notes:<\/strong> For the prompt "The Walking Dead, any, looking for shelter from a thunderstorm" from \"[personal<\/a>prisca<\/b><\/a><\/span> at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span>



"There. Over there." Daryl nudges Beth and points north-west, into the woods.

Beth squints through the rain, the sheets of water making everything look blurry, as though seen through frosted glass.

"I can't see anything," she says, and then her teeth start to knock against each other uncontrollably. She is soaked, freezing cold, and hasn't spoken for the last mile.

"There's a hut," Daryl says, sounding sure. "A hundred yards or so through the trees."

Beth jams her hand against her chin to stop her teeth from chattering, then shakes her head. "You're not supposed to go into the woods in a thunderstorm," she says, her voice small and almost swallowed up by the rain, but she knows Daryl will hear it. He always hears her.

He turns now, drags his eyes away from the woods and focuses on her. "It's shelter," he says. "We have to." He reaches out and pushes a strand of wet hair away from her face - a rare gesture. Her face should be numb with cold but she feels it anyway.

Another crack of thunder echoes through the air, and Beth jumps a little, then starts to shiver. He's right. They can't keep walking like this much longer.

"Okay," she says, and Daryl nods, then leads the way.

----

"This is c-cosy," Beth says, her body still shaking even though she's taken off most of her wet clothes and wrapped herself in one of the blankets they found in the small hut. It is little more than a shed, and there is no food or water, but there's a roof which isn't leaking, a dry earth floor, a small bench and a couple of woollen sheets, so it feels like something akin to paradise.

"Uhuh," Daryl says distractedly, rubbing himself down with his blanket as he keeps his gaze on the small window and the rain still crashing down outside.

"Daryl?"

He pulls the now-damp blanket around his shoulders and turns to Beth. "Yeah?"

"Come sit?" Beth says, moving to the edge of the small bench so there is room for two.

Daryl hesitates for a moment, then gives a small shrug and sits down next to her. She shifts closer and he wraps his blanket around both of them, enveloping her.

"Storm'll pass soon," he says.

Beth shrugs. She doesn't mind it anymore.
<\/a>


Title:<\/strong> 24-7
Author: <\/strong>\"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
Characters\/Pairings: <\/strong>Rick
Wordcount:<\/strong> 61
Rating:<\/strong> G
Notes:<\/strong> Written for One Sentence Fics day, for the prompt "Any, any, sunrise, sunset" by \"[personal<\/a>sidonie<\/b><\/a><\/span>  at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span> 



From the moment the sun rises, promising another day of fighting and running and starving and hurting and trying, to the moment it sets, bringing a short and restless night filled with imaginary ghosts who live in dreams and real-life monsters who walk through dark woods, Rick Grimes has only one thought: do everything he can to keep his people safe.
 <\/a>


Title:<\/strong> Relief
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Maggie, Glenn, Maggie\/Glenn
Wordcount:<\/strong> 249
Rating:<\/strong> G
Notes:<\/strong> For the prompt "Any, any, a shady tree" from \"[personal<\/a>badly_knitted<\/b><\/a><\/span>  at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span> 



Maggie's skin was dripping with sweat, her hair plastered to her face. The Georgian heat was even more oppressive than usual, and she felt like she was melting. She and Glenn had only been walking for a couple miles, but it felt like a marathon. They had had no shelter from the baking temperatures and glaring sun since they left the last town.

All this, and they hadn't even managed to find anything on their supply run.

"Let's stop a while," Glenn said from just behind her, but Maggie shook her head and tried to lengthen her stride even as the heat pushed down on her more closely.

"No time. We need to get to the next town within the hour if we're gonna make it back before dark."

"Maggie..." Glenn caught her hand and held it softly. "Five minutes."

She turned to look at him, and saw what she must look like: flushed and pale at once, sticky and exhausted.

"Five minutes," she agreed.

Glenn led her off the path and into the shade of the woods at the side of the road. He scanned the area for walkers while Maggie sank down onto the ground beneath a shady tree and leaned her back against the trunk. The relief from the sun's harsh beam was instant.

Glenn sat down next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Good plan," she murmured.

"Mine always are," Glenn said, and she could hear the grin in his voice.<\/a>


Title:<\/strong> Beautiful
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span> 
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Carol, mentioned past Carol\/Ed
Wordcount:<\/strong> 327
Rating:<\/strong> PG-13
Warnings:<\/strong> References to domestic violence
Notes:<\/strong> For the prompt "Any, any, lace wedding dress" from \"[personal<\/a>jujitsuelf<\/b><\/a><\/span>  at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span> 


Carol had never tried harder to look pretty than on her wedding day. She wore a long, form-fitting dress made of delicate ivory lace, with a train that pooled at her feet and tiny cap sleeves that emphasized her slim arms. She carried a hand-tied bouquet of purple and white lilacs and she fastened a string of freshwater pearls around her neck.

When she reached the end of the aisle, Ed glanced at her briefly and muttered, "Not bad." Her heart sank.

After the honeymoon Carol tucked her dress reverently into a garment bag and hung it carefully at the back of the closet. The string of pearls went into a box on her dressing table. The lilacs went into the garbage; they had already withered and wilted away.

The next time she wore the pearls, they ended up scattered across the kitchen floor, the necklace broken as Ed ripped it from her neck. Afterwards, when Ed was sleeping off the liquor, Carol touched her fingers to the lace of the dress in her closet and wondered if she'd made a terrible mistake.

---

There was no point trying to be pretty in the middle of the apocalypse. If her clothes weren't soaked with blood and mud by the evening then Carol counted it as a good day. If they weren't soaked with sweat, it was nearer to a miracle.

She picked up suitable clothes along the way. When she and Ed had left home, she'd only had flimsy blouses and flowered skirts. By the time Ed had been buried a few weeks, she was wearing combat trousers and boots, and making sure she always had somewhere to carry her knife.

She caught her reflection in a lake one day, much later. Her shirt was rumpled and dirty, with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, revealing her now muscular forearms. Her face was smudged, her hair was a mess.

And she thought for a moment: I look beautiful<\/i>.
 <\/a><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user><\/user>\n\nThis entry was originally posted at https:\/\/cookiegirl.dreamwidth.org\/82882.html<\/a>. Please comment there using OpenID<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/90376.html?view=comments#comments","category":["character: maggie rhee","character: daryl dixon","ship: daryl\/beth","character: rick grimes","character: glenn rhee","character: beth greene","fandom: the walking dead","character: carol peletier","ship: maggie\/glenn","fanfic"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/90306.html","pubDate":"Tue, 13 Feb 2018 00:09:03 GMT","title":"Ficlet (How to Get Away with Murder): Hungry Ghosts","author":"cookielaura","link":"https:\/\/cookielaura.livejournal.com\/90306.html","description":"Title: <\/strong>Hungry Ghosts
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Annalise Keating
Wordcount:<\/strong> 227
Rating:<\/strong> PG for disturbing images
Major Spoilers<\/strong>: 3x09
Summary:<\/strong> Annalise doesn't sleep well these days
Notes:<\/strong> For the prompt "hungry ghosts" from \"[personal<\/a>fhionnuisce<\/b><\/a><\/span> at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span>


Annalise dreads going to bed.

They come to her at night: in her dreams, and in the hours when she lies wide awake, and in the hazy space in between the two. They are always there, at the edge of her consciousness, as soon as the lights go out.

Ghosts.

Sam, like he was at the end: callous and cruel, fury in his eyes and violence in his hands, spitting words that shed harsh, harsh light onto all their years together.

Rebecca, all bitterness and sharp edges, sitting at Annalise's dressing table and judging her from across the room. And sometimes gasping and begging, the life draining out of her thickly-lined eyes as she fights for air.

Sinclair, spewing venomous threats one minute, and the next lying limp on Annalise's bedroom floor, her gaze fixed on Annalise.

And Wes. Always Wes. Oftentimes as the boy he was when arrived at the university, hopeful and wide-eyed before she ruined him. And even more often, as he was underneath that sheet, his face and soul burnt and blackened by Annalise.

They visit her every night, and every morning when she rises, there is a little less of her. A little less fight, a little less certainty, a little less hope. The ghosts eat away at her, and she wonders whether the morning will come when there is nothing left.<\/a>

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Title:<\/strong> Soul Trade
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Dan, Chloe, Lucifer, past Dan\/Chloe, pre Chloe\/Lucifer?
Wordcount:<\/strong> 441
Rating: <\/strong>PG, very mild cursing
Notes: <\/strong>For the prompt "Any, Any, I'd sell my soul for..." from \"[personal<\/a>badly_knitted<\/b><\/a><\/span> at \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span>


Dan yawned and stretched his arms above his head, rolling his shoulders to try and release some of the tension stored up there. He, Chloe and Lucifer had been working all night, trawling through file after file looking for the clue that would break this case.

Well, he and Chloe had been working. Lucifer had mostly been playing games on his phone and trying - unsuccessfully, thank goodness - to flirt with Dan's ex-wife. Dan wished Lucifer had gone home hours ago, but Chloe had insisted he stay and help.

Dan reached for his coffee cup and tipped the last dregs of cold, bitter coffee into his mouth. What he wouldn't give for a decent Starbucks espresso instead of the dross that came out of the station's coffee machine.

\"I'd sell my soul for a proper coffee and a donut right now,\" he muttered to Chloe as he set the mug back down.

\"You shouldn't say such things in front of the devil, Daniel,\" Lucifer announced cheerfully, even though Dan hadn't been speaking to him. \"Very careless. You wouldn't want to end up without a soul for the sake of a Krispy Kreme.\" He looked Dan up and down and smirked. \"Though in your case, I suppose it would be a fair trade.\"

\"Excuse me?\" Dan snapped, tiredness making him edgier than usual. \"You saying my soul's not worth much?\"

\"You were the one who made the offer,\" Lucifer pointed out lazily. \"I'm just saying, I'd be happy to oblige.\"

\"You -\" Dan started, only to have Chloe lay a calming hand on his arm and shush him.

\"Lucifer, why don't you go and get us all some decent coffee and donuts?\" she said, giving Lucifer a pointed glance.

\"Fine, anything's better than this,\" Lucifer said, shrugging and then rising from his office chair with irritating grace. He threw a grin over his shoulder as he left. \"If I'm getting donuts for you both, does that mean I get both your souls?\"

\"No! Go, now!\" Chloe said, waving him off, and Dan watched him leave with relief.

\"Why is he here anyway?\" Dan griped as he picked up another file to look through. \"He's not exactly helping.\"

Chloe glanced at him, then glanced away. \"He's helping a little,\" she said, but Dan could tell she didn't believe it. Which left only one reason why Chloe had told Lucifer to hang around. She wanted him here.

Dan stared down at the file in his lap, and was suddenly struck by the thought that if he was<\/i> going to sell his soul for something, it would be for Lucifer to stay the hell away from Chloe.<\/a>

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Title: <\/strong>Home
Author:<\/strong> cookiegirl
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Jughead, Betty, Jughead\/Betty
Wordcount:<\/strong> 419
Rating:<\/strong> G
Summary:<\/strong> Jughead thinks he knows where he belongs. Written for the prompt "Any, any, look into your eyes and know I'm home" from\"[personal<\/a>juliet316<\/b><\/a><\/span> as part of the recent challenge on \"[community<\/a>fic_promptly<\/b><\/a><\/span>


Looking into Betty's eyes is becoming painful for Jughead.

He loves her - damn, he loves her so freaking much, maybe more than he's ever loved anyone or anything. And she loves him back, against all odds. Against everything that dictates that a girl like Betty should be with a guy like Archie: a golden boy, good at sports, beacon-like in his earnestness.

She's with Jughead instead, and he doesn't even feel like he's her second choice most of the time.

But they're being naive. He doesn't belong in her world. Her beautiful house, her pastel outfits, her shiny hair, her straight-A grades; everything about her is made of lightness and purity, and Jughead will only tarnish it. Betty doesn't see it. She doesn't look ten years down the line and realize how different they are, how impossible it would be to forge a life together here, or anywhere.

Jughead wishes he could ignore all of that. That he could carry on pretending they fit together. But he can't.

The only thing that fits him right these days is his leather jacket, with the serpent on the back. Somehow it moulds to his body, claiming him for itself. He starts to wear it more and more, whenever he's at home in the trailer, whenever Betty's not around.

He wears it to the Serpents' bar one night. Just...testing it out. To see. He steps into the doorway, and the smell of oil and beer and greasy chicken wings welcomes him like an old friend.

\"Jug!\" someone shouts, and then there's a strong arm around him pulling him in out of the cold, into the crowded room, and a hand slapping him on the back. Someone else - Bobby, Jughead thinks his name is - calls out \"It's F.P.'s lad!\", voice echoing above the sounds of scraping stools and pool cues knocking into balls.

\"Get the boy a beer!\" yells a voice that Jughead recognizes though can't put a name to, and then a guy who looks familiar is pushing a glass into his hand, cool liquid sloshing over the top a little and dripping down the sides. Jughead licks the foam off his fingers and the man laughs and kicks a bar stool towards him.

\"Sit, kid,\" he says, and Jughead does, because this is where he belongs. This is his home, and it always will be, whether he wants it to be or not.

He just has to pluck up the courage to tell Betty he can't pretend anymore.<\/a>

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Title:<\/strong> Bundle of Joy
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Tosh, Owen
Wordcount: <\/strong>174
Rating:<\/strong> G
Notes:<\/strong> for the prompt "Any, Any, Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" from \"[personal<\/a>badly_knitted<\/b><\/a><\/span>

\"That is one ugly baby,\" Owen said, looking down at the little bundle on Tosh's lap.

\"Owen!\" she scolded him.

\"What? It's not like it can understand me.\"

\"It's not an it<\/i>, it's a he<\/i>,\" Tosh said, rearranging the blanket that the little one was wrapped in. \"And I'm sure his mother thought he was beautiful, before she died.\"

Owen screwed up his face. \"I doubt that. Now could you put it - him - down? I need to examine him.\"

Tosh held the baby closer. \"Maybe we could keep him? I think he's kind of cute.\" She was about to go on, but a sharp pain shot through her hand. She shrieked and yanked her hand away from her lap.

\"He bit me!\" she declared, shocked.

Owen smirked and lifted the bundle from her lap. \"Maybe not such a good idea to adopt a baby weevil, huh?\"

Tosh sucked on her bleeding finger and watched sulkily as Owen gently laid the weevil on the examination table.

\"Still better than some of your ideas,\" she muttered.<\/a>



Title:<\/strong> Unusual Appendages
Author:<\/strong> \"[personal<\/a>cookiegirl<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Characters\/Pairings: <\/strong>Jack, Ianto, Owen, Jack\/Ianto
Wordcount:<\/strong> 467
Rating:<\/strong> PG, mild sexual references
Notes:<\/strong> for the prompt "Torchwood, Any, Flippers" from \"[personal<\/a>badly_knitted<\/b><\/a><\/span>


\"I'm genuinely sorry,\" Owen tells Ianto, but he doesn't look genuinely sorry. He looks like he's trying very hard to keep a straight face. And he sounds like he's apologising only because Jack told him he'd be spending the next month cleaning every piece of lab equipment in The Hub with a toothbrush if he didn't.

\"It was supposed to be funny,\" Owen continues, and Ianto can see the laughter struggling to escape from behind Owen's pursed mouth. He wants to wring Owen's neck, but Jack has expressly forbidden it.

And anyway, as clumsy as Ianto is at moving right now, he probably couldn't get the jump on Owen. Not when his feet are twice their usual size, weirdly flat and have webbed toes.

\"Jokes aren't funny when they harm a member of my staff,\" Jack says sternly, staring Owen down. Though Ianto thinks that maybe, he can see the slightest hint of a smile on Jack's face too.

\"It'll wear off by morning,\" Owen says for the third time in the last ten minutes. \"It's really not such a big deal.\" He notices Jack's face darken and hurries to continue. \"But I definitely won't play any more practical jokes with the Tonnhun's oceanification fluids again. Promise.\"

Jack nods. \"Good. Get out of my office,\" he says, and Owen scarpers, leaving Jack and Ianto alone. Ianto scuffs one flipper-like foot along the floor self-consciously.

Jack puts out a hand and squeezes Ianto's shoulder. \"Your feet really will be back to normal soon,\" he says. \"The Tonnhun only use the fluid for temporary transformation when they have to travel via the seas. You'll be flipper-less in no time.\"

Ianto gives a short nod. \"I think I'll go home, if that's okay,\" he says, already trying to figure out how he'll manage to drive with his current limb problem.

Jack frowns. \"Why not stay here?\" he says. \"Everyone else will be gone in an hour or so. We can spend some time doing...\" He pauses, grins. \"Whatever.\"

Ianto feels heat creep into his cheeks. \"It's okay,\" he says awkwardly. \"You don't have to pretend.\"

\"Pretend what?\"

Ianto shifts from flipper to flipper. \"That you find me attractive when I'm like this. I know I look-\"

\"I think you look awesome,\" Jack says, his concerned expression breaking into a grin.

Ianto blinks. \"Are you mad?\"

Jack shrugs. \"I like a bit of variety,\" he says. \"And trust me, I've had a lot weirder encounters than a man with flipper feet.\"

\"So you want...\" Ianto trails off, bemused.

\"Flipper sex?\" Jack grins. \"Of course. How could you think I wouldn't?\"

Ianto snorts. Now that Jack puts it like that...

\"Alright, I'll stay. But you better make the most of these things while they're here; I'm never going near Tonnhun fluids again!\"<\/a>

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Title:<\/strong> Mistletoe
Author:<\/strong> cookiegirl
Characters\/Pairings:<\/strong> Miranda, Gary, Stevie, pre-Miranda\/Gary
Wordcount:<\/strong> 544
Rating:<\/strong> G
Summary: <\/strong>It's Christmas time and Miranda is decorating the shop, with no ulterior motives<\/p>


\u201cWhat is that<\/i>?\u201d Stevie asked with disdain, her hands on her hips as she watched Miranda standing at the top of a step ladder, struggling to attach some sort of half-dead plant to the ceiling with sellotape.

\u201cIt\u2019s mistletoe!\u201d Miranda declared, stepping down from the ladder and looking up at the sprig proudly. It seemed to be staying in place well, if she did say so herself.

\u201cIs it, though?\u201d Stevie asked sceptically. \u201cIt looks more like a weed.\u201d

\u201cDon't be so negative, Stevie! I admit it\u2019s seen better days, but I bought it two weeks ago. I didn\u2019t want the shops to run out in case \u2013\u201d

\u201cIn case you actually had to tell Gary how you feel rather than tricking him into a kiss with an outdated Christmas tradition?\u201d

\u201cNobody said it was for Gary,\u201d Miranda said, sticking her nose in the air and turning away from Stevie. Of course<\/i> it was for Gary.

\u201cYou won\u2019t be interested that he\u2019s at the door, then,\u201d Stevie said.

Miranda squeaked and jumped backwards just as the door to the shop swung open.

\u201cGary!\u201d she exclaimed, trying to hide the small step ladder behind her. \u201cFancy seeing you here!\u201d

Gary shot her a brief puzzled look, then shrugged. \u201cI was hoping you might have something I need,\u201d he said, glancing around the shop.

Stevie smirked. \u201cOh, I\u2019m sure<\/i> we have something you need.\u201d She came out from behind the till and started to walk towards the kitchen. \u201cI\u2019ll leave you to help Gary with his shopping, shall I, Miranda?\u201d she said pointedly.

Miranda stuck her tongue out at her, then turned back to Gary and put on her Best Professional Face. \u201cWhat were you looking for? Last minute Christmas present?\u201d

\u201cNot exactly,\u201d Gary said. \u201cI was hoping you might have some mistletoe?\u201d

Miranda tried to cover her surprise, but it didn\u2019t work. \u201cI \u2013 what \u2013 why \u2013\u201d

\u201cI wanted some for the bar. To add to the decorations,\u201d Gary explained. \u201cJust for a laugh,\u201d he added hurriedly. \u201cAnd I thought, what with you being a joke shop, you might have some plastic sprigs, or something?\u201d

\u201cNo, no, no plastic sprigs,\u201d Miranda said nervously. \u201cWe do have a real sprig, but that\u2019s not for sale.\u201d

\u201cYou do?\u201d Gary asked.

Miranda pointed upwards to above where he was standing. Gary looked up, then back at her and grinned.

\u201cAh,\u201d he said. \u201cWell then, I might not need one for the bar after all\u2026\u201d He stepped a little closer to her, making sure he was still under the mistletoe.

Miranda felt her face begin to heat up. Surely he wasn\u2019t implying\u2026

\u201cOh? Why\u2019s that?\u201d she asked, trying to play it cool.

\u201cBecause I only needed it so that I could do this,\u201d he said, and he leant over and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Miranda\u2019s heart was thumping so hard she thought it might explode. His lips were soft and warm and the pressure was just firm enough to be exciting.

\u201cMerry Christmas,\u201d Gary said when he pulled back. He looked at her slightly uncertainly.

\u201cDefinitely,\u201d Miranda replied, and he smiled in relief.

\u201cYou know, I think we might need to test out this mistletoe a little more,\u201d he said, and Miranda couldn\u2019t help but agree.<\/a>

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