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alexisjane) wrote2016-09-09 08:40 pm
alexisjane) wrote2016-09-09 08:40 pm
Headcanon MeMe
IT'S THE WEEKEND!!
Starting this week, I'm giving myself the weekends off (except for Sunday promo, obviously) because for the last few months I've been working every day and I'm genuinely worried I'm going to burn out.
So, this weekend, I'm doing a meme!! ...well...
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milly_gal said I should do the meme, so I'm doing the meme : ) (can you tell I have wine?)
Originally posted by
bratfarrar at Headcanon memeBorrowed from
themegalosaurus: Send in a character (or ship, I guess. Sam/Dean, J2, Sterek, my original fic) and a number from this list and I will write a headcanon based on the word.
1.Love
2.Hate
3.Hopes
4.Fears
5.Crying
6.Laughter
7.Travel
8.Dreams
9.Music
10.Art
11.Best Friend
12.Worst Enemy
13.Hair
14.Eyes
15.Hands
16.Smile
17.Scars
18.Winter
19.Summer
20.Spring
21.Autumn
22.Family
23.Romance
24.Orientation
25.Religion
26.Beauty
27.Sleep
28.Home
29.Bedroom
30.Sex
31.Death
32.Birth
33.Safe
34.Affection
35.Guilt
36.Sacrifice
37.Vengeance
38.Sympathy
39.Secret
40.Scent
41.Memory
42.Loss
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15.Hands - Derek/Stiles
6.Laughter - Michael/Lucifer (from An Angel and a Devil Walk Into A Bar)
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Daniel - Safe
Daniel is a leader. His fierceness is only matched by his quiet understanding. There's a reason he runs the company even though his sister inherited it. There's a reason clients trust him to get the job done. He never once thought about being anything than up front, leading the way into the foray, making sure every one of his charges—employees or contracts—were cared for. At least, not since he was a small boy curling into his mother's chest for reassurance during a storm.
Until Elliot. In many respects he dwarfs Elliot. But the night his lover wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close for the first time, Daniel felt a sense of safety —a permission of sorts to finally relax—that he didn't know he was missing. Elliot is where Daniel goes to feel safe.
Caleb - Vengence
Whatever else people—people that don't know him—might think, Caleb is a quiet man. From sitting with his head in a book, to cradling a hatching chick in his huge meaty hands, gently easing the shell from its fragile body, he likes nothing more than the quiet of the homestead and the gentle, easy company of his family.
But there are nights, far too many nights, when he'll wake from a dream, or lie awake listening to Jacob's heavy breaths, when he thinks back to the night of the fire, and prays to the Goddess to raise that son-of-a-bitch from the dead so he can rip the flesh from his bones all over again. And his wolf agrees; they should have taken their time.
Sam - Guilt.
There's a lot that Sam has to feel guilty about. Christ, sometimes he even thinks his very exsistance is an unfair burden. He killed his mother—killed so many innocents—, the whole blood drinking thing, Ruby, opening the gates of Hell, leaving Dean to fight his way out of Purgatory...the list is endless. He's an intelligent person, he can see past the irrational, he can analyze the rights and wrongs no matter how things out of his control might eat at him. Except one thing. One that all sense and reason dictates should tear him apart. Not one shred of guilt ever touches him for that. Because feeling Dean's lips on his, their bare flesh moving together, every moment they share when they should be wracked with guilt...it never comes. Sam has a lot to feel guilty about. Loving his brother will never make that list.
Wine. Mmmmm : ) xxx
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It's not the expensive cologne he wears; a gift from Erin that he receives every year, apparently. It's not the body spray that's stashed in the executive washroom, along with a spare suit, and a pair of sweatpants and sweater in case of emergencies either. It's something Elliot noticed the first day, in that first awkward interview when Erin basically shoved him into Daniel's face. He can't place it. Not until he's in early one morning and unexpectedly encounters Daniel in the elevator. Daniel fresh from a run, his hair sticking to his head, a dark V of sweat on his chest matching the one on the back off his gray teeshirt. Elliot can't help but breath deep through his nostrils, wondering what the hell that fantastic scent could be. "Sorry." Daniel looks sheepish. "Didn't have a chance to shower. I must stink." Elliot swallowed hard. "Might have to write you up for creating a toxic working environment., Boss" The quip pays off. Daniel smiles and Elliot knows he's fucked.
Michael/Lucifer - Laughter
It's the laughter that Michael misses most. That laughter that tore through the heavens when they were together. All of them laughed but there was something, something truly joyful in every note when he laughed. Even separated all this time, Michael can still remember the way it vibrated inside him. His brother shifts beside him. "What are you thinking about?" Michael shrugs and pulls Lucifer closer. "Your laugh. I miss your laugh."
"I don't remember." The angel's tone is as sad and bitter as it always is when they talk about before. Michael kisses him, elated when Lucifer's lips open and let him in. "It's okay. I can remember for both of us."
Derek/Stiles - Hands
Stiles' hands never stop moving. To be fair, Stiles never stop moving, but his hands particularly just seem to have a mind of their own. They're practically a third party in this slightly unhealthy relationship of theirs. Derek gets mesmerized by the quick jerking movements of Stiles' long, tapering fingers, the way they cut through the air with a language all their own. Luckily, Derek speaks 'finger'. The flick of a digit, and slight tap of a palm, the way Stiles will just hover his arm outstretched for a moment, fingers undulating slightly, to get Derek to slow without making a sound. Because when Derek's hand is around Stiles throat, and they're settled hipbone to hipbone, communication is important. But they've got this down. Like Stiles' said as he waggled a professorial finger "Practice makes perfect."
: ) xxx
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and Dean #12 Worst Enemy
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I think Dean lost any faith he might have developed the night his mother died. He figured that the angel she talked about and the God they said their prayers to at night before she tucked him in, was a lie—something like the tooth fairy or the Easter Bunny—that only little kids believed in. And when his mother died he couldn't afford to be a little kid anymore because Dad and Sammy needed him to be a big boy—a big brother.
Sam has always believed because he may not have a mom and Dad is almost never around but he has Dean, and if that isn't a God-given blessing, he doesn't know what is.
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Sam - Hair
I think 90% of the reason Sam lets his hair grow out is because he sees the irritated glances Dean gives him when Sam has to keep brushing it out of his face, or the way Dean grinds his teeth when Sam pulls it up into a man bun when he's working out or doing the dishes. It's quality brother baiting and he'd be a fool to give in when he gets this much mileage out of it.
Dean - Worst enemy
It feels a bit too easy to say that it's himself...but it is. The bit that feels guilty, the bit that will only quiet when he's drunk or high or doing anything that doesn't involve him getting the chance to let his mind wander. Because his train of thought goes to the same place everytime. It's his fault. Any of it. All of it. Everything is his fault. And if he listened to it for just a second, that's when he falls apart.
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If next years goes as fast as this one, it won't feel that long at all.
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As for Caleb, yes, they should have taken their time *shudders*
And as for Dan and Elliot, N'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Thanks for playing honey, you know me, sneaky beaky into other people's characters gives me a happy :D xx
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I think maybe Jensen thinks beauty is overrated. He lives in a world populated by beautiful people. He feels horribly uncomfortable having that word used about him. Makes him feel like a side of meat in butchers shop, with a bunch of hungry dogs staring at him through the window. Beauty makes you vulnerable, a commodity.
What he values is kindness, caring, intelligence, compassion; all the things that come from the heart. It's why he always patting Jared's chest, coz he knows that real beauty that lies within, and he never takes for grated that he gets to be so close to it.
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