table } { love bingo round 3

[iluvroadrunner6]

And this is my table for love_bingo posted on DW because most of my stuff is going to wind up posted here anyway.

FINISHED FILLS

Love Binds Hearts: all along i believed i would find you, Haven, Nathan/Audrey, 1037 words.

Somebody to Love: i have spent all my years believing you, Throne of Shadows, Dean/Christine, 1028 words.

Un-break my Heart: i don't have to have these dreams no more, The Vampire Diaries/Buffyverse, Matt/Buffy, 1442 words.

Love Potion: i took my troubles down to madam ruth, Supernatural/Vampire: the Masquerade, Sam/Artemis, Dean/Everyone, 1002 words.

Family Ties: and the boy has a bite better far than his bark, Teen Wolf/Buffyverse, Derek/Dawn, 1650 words.

Vengeance: but if they get their chance they'll end it for sure, Everworld/Heroes of Olympus, Christopher/Piper, 786 words.

Widowhood: for parting is not goodbye, White Collar, Peter/El, 2,740 words.

Comfort: there is one thing that remains forever true, White Collar, Neal/Sara, 1,749 words.

Walk on the Beach: i wanna taste the way that you bleed, Riftverse, Stefan/Scarlett, 1,336 words.

Commitment Ceremony: well i know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, Doctor Who, Doctor & Rory, 807 words

Seduction: just wanna try you on, Faenanigans, Rebekah/Hayley, 783 words

Why?: oh i'm sorry, but i'm still mad at you, The Vampire Diaries/Teen Wolf, Stefan/Allison, 1,081 words

Tenderness: there's some kind of blessing here, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor/Jane, 832 words

Tenderness: give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright, Faenanigans, Emily Bennett, 1,291 words

Polygamy: but this don't even feel like falling, The Vampire Diaries, Bonnie/Caroline/Elena, 939 words

One More Night: or maybe we could stick around for just one more drink, Beyond the Rift, Castiel & Cassie, 974 words

Indecent Proposal: you got yourself into your own mess, White Collar/Vampire Diaries-verse, Neal/Rebekah, 918 words

All By Myself: careful the wish you make, Riftverse, Charlie & Dylan, 806 words

Marriage of Convenience: maybe the problem's simply codependency, Buffyverse/Supernatural, Sam/Lilah, 610 words

Cherish: you're just like a dream, Teen Wolf (AU), Parrish/Laura, 702 words

Disagreement: when i'm out on the road, i gotta be in control, The Vampire Diaries, Elena & the Salvatores, 777 words

Yes!: please take my hand, Supernatural/Star Trek (AU), Dean/Christine, 829 words

Lovers' Quarrel: a kick in the teeth is good for some, Teen Wolf/Buffyverse, Peter/Buffy, 702 words

In the Name of Love: i'd walk to you if i had no other way, Teen Wolf (AU), Stiles/Cora, 929 words

Best Friends: you know i'll never be lonely, Doctor Who, Amy/Rory, 621 words

CLAIMED PROMPTS:
love binds hearts ~ havendiarynatural-verse ~ throughworlds
somebody to love ~ dean/christine ~ hypospraying
un-break my heart ~ surprise crossover!! ~ mothering
love potion ~ sam/artemis ~ stranger_to_the_rain
family ties ~ teen vampire slayer-verse ~ grumpypuppy
comfort ~ white collar ~ burkethejerk (Soldier)
best friends ~ ponds ~ keptbiting
vengeance ~ titanic and tacos ~ cute_andviolent
one more night ~ cas & cassie ~ ohstarryeyed
walking on the beach ~ the ship of bad life choices ~ damagedone
all by myself ~ angel bffs ~ inthistwilight
commitment ceremony ~ smith & williams ~ bowtimeandspace
polygamy ~ bonnie/elena/some really lucky duck ~ judgy
tenderness ~ emily bennett (faenanigans) ~ judgy
seduction ~ hayley/rebekah or other sexy lady times ~ ihaveclaws
indecent proposal ~ neal/rebekah ~ easily
marriage of convenience ~ sam/lilah ~ succubitch
why? ~ stefan/allison ~ transferee
tenderness ~ marvel cinematic universe ~ shesearches
widowhood ~ elizabeth burke ~ burkethejerk WHO IS A TERRIBLE PERSON
disagreement ~ elena and the salvatores ~ titfortat
yes! ~ dean/christine ~ hypospraying
lover's quarrel ~ buffy/peter ~ cunningwolf
in the name of love ~ canon au ~ fadingspark
cherish ~ parrish/laura (regency) ~ fireproofdeputy


Requests are acceptable if you know I know the fandom. Please provide them at your leisure. Otherwise I'll just write whatever I want.

Final Word Count:
24,630 words

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[transferee]

Indecent proposal - Neal/Rebekah
Marriage of convenience - Sam/Lilah
Why? - Stefan/Allison

oh i'm sorry, but i'm still mad at you ~ psl-land ~ 1,081 words

[somanyadjectives]

“This is a terrible idea. Why are we doing this again?”

Stefan takes a deep breath as he moves about his kitchen, throwing together dish after dish for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s his turn this year, now that Caroline has met Allison and insisted on rotating the cooking through the various households. In a little more than two hours, his apartment is about to be descended upon by various family members from both sides of things, and he has to make sure that everything will be ready to be eaten at that time. Allison has arrived early to help set up, and she is currently setting the rather long table that will soon be containing various family and friends, all who he has to hope won’t murder each other.

Basically, your usual Mystic Falls/Beacon Hills Thanksgiving.

“You mean the fact that your father decided to invite himself to Thanksgiving dinner?” He glances up with a teasing look. “Because that is not something we really had any control over.”

“You could have said no.”

“I could have, yes. And your father would have just shown up anyway. It tends to be his thing to just sneak out of the shadows and surprise you when you least expect it.” Allison glances away guiltily at that, and Stefan smirks before he continues. “At least this way, if I know he’s coming, I can at least prepare Damon and make sure he’s on his best behavior. You know that he doesn’t exactly do well with surprises.”

“Also does Damon have to be here?”

“He is my brother. It would be a weird Thanksgiving if he wasn’t invited and the rest of Mystic Falls was.”

“Yes, but it would also be a quieter Thanksgiving, and there might not even be any bloodshed at the dinner table.”

Stefan’s mouth opens as though he’s about to protest that particular statement, holding up the carving knife in his hand, before he takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, okay, holidays with my brother can get a little violent if we’re not careful, but he’s also not looking to cause any trouble. And if anything, Elena can be a … calming influence.”

He hopes.

Allison doesn’t look convinced, and she huffs slightly, before shaking her head. “My dad’s still not thrilled with the fact that I have so many vampires in my life, you know. Caroline and Elena I think he’ll be okay with, but Damon?”

“Look, Damon’s greatest hits do not need to come up at the dinner table. Even if one of them … will be at the dinner table.” Meaning Caroline, but they don’t need to get into that too heavily right now. “The point is, it’s just Thanksgiving Dinner. There’s going to be a lot of people around, and it’s not like we’re locking the two of them in a room alone together. Everything will be fine.”

“I hope so.” She makes her way around the counter to stand next to him, and he smirks before leaning in to kiss the top of her head.

“I know so. We just have to keep telling ourselves that. Everything will be fine.”

Allison takes another deep breath and she nods. “Everything will be fine. It’ll just be one quiet, calm family Thanksgiving.”

“It will.” Stefan smirks. “And if Damon ruins it, I’m sure Tyler will be more than happy to bite him.” Not something he would actually make Tyler do, but he’s sure that the visual at least will brighten his girlfriend’s spirits.

“You’re right,” she laughs as there’s a knock on the door. “That is an option.” She leans in to kiss him gently, before moving away from his side to get the door. It only takes a few seconds for her cross the room, and as it opens her face falters, only for a second.

“Hi … Dad. And Damon.”

“Allison,” Damon says graciously as he makes his way inside with a kiss on the cheek and a bottle of wine. “Happy Thanksgiving. You never said your dad was such a silver fox.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Allison replies thinly, looking as though she might gag on all of that charm Damon was trying to pour on things. She then turns back to her dad with a more sincere smile. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart,” Chris says slowly, his eyes not leaving Damon the entire time. “Stefan.”

“Chris.” Which is about as familiar as he and Stefan got, to be frank. “This is my brother, Damon. Damon, this is Allison’s father, Chris Argent.” There’s only a slight shift in his tone when he says Allison’s last name, almost as though that’s a subtle reminder to his brother to behave himself, even though Stefan knows that can be a fifty-fifty shot.

“Nice to meet you,” Damon says with a smile, holding out his now empty hands. “Damon Salvatore.”

“I’ve heard quite a few things about you,” Chris replies, before hesitantly shaking the other man’s hand.

“If they’ve come from your daughter or my brother, I’m going to guess not all of them good.” He says it as nonchalantly as a guy who doesn’t really care about the consequences of his actions can, before giving a shrug. “I’ll have you know that I’ve really cleaned up my act. I’ve taken the Stefan approach.”

Stefan’s eyebrows go up at that in surprise, but he’s not going to deny it in front of Allison’s father when they’re trying to have a peaceful dinner. “So, Damon. Where’s Elena?” Time to change the subject from his brother’s killing sprees to something a little tamer.

“Flying in later with Bonnie.” Damon replies casually. “Which reminds me – I wanted to give you a heads up before they got here. “Me and Elena … didn’t quite work out the way we’d hoped.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We’ve decided to call it quits.”

Allison’s eyes widen a bit behind Damon, and Stefan’s quick to keep his reaction off his face, because there goes their plans for keeping this a calm family dinner. “I’m sorry to hear that, Damon.”

“You and me both, brother.”

There’s another beat, and Stefan’s eyes go from Damon to the bottle in Allison’s hands. “I think you better open that wine.”

“Yeah,” Allison nods as she steps past Damon to find the bottle opener. “Sounds like a good idea.”

Stefan nods and paints a thin smile on his face before turning his attention back to his brother. This was definitely going to be a very interesting Thanksgiving.

Re: oh i'm sorry, but i'm still mad at you ~ psl-land ~ 1,081 words

[easily]

I love everything about this. Them trying to throw a Thanksgiving and keep things drama free -- like keeping Chris from staking Damon -- is such a great idea. Thank you so much for writing this for me!!

you got yourself into your own mess ~ psl-land ~ 918 words

[alias_savant]

The evening had begun with Rebekah meeting Mozzie for the first time, and Mozzie being, well, Mozzie.

It’s not that he has anything personal against Rebekah – he’s terrible with new people in general – and given that she was in the very early stages of a relationship with Neal, Neal knows that he has trained himself to believe that no woman Neal Caffrey ever chooses is trustworthy and to approach with caution always. However, a few bottles of wine, a couple old stories and a few plates of good food later, Mozzie has settled quite comfortably into discussing one of his favorite subjects.

Embarrassing stories with Neal Caffrey.

“Now,” Mozzie grins as he reaches for his glass of wine again. “We were in Hungary together, looking to steal something valuable from the treasury. Neal was running point and me and a few other friends were going to break into the vault itself.”

“Oh, God, we’re not telling this story again, are we?” Neal makes a face as he leans back in his seat, one arm stretched across the back of the couch. “You’ve told it a million times.”

“Well, it will have to be a million and one, because I’ve never heard it.” Rebekah gives him a teasing look in return, before turning back to Mozzie. “Continue.”

“Thank you,” Mozzie nods, before grinning. “Now, part of running point was distracting a Hungarian noblewoman so that we could sneak in under her nose. Neal may have gotten a bit too into his role and gotten carried away in the process.”

“Carried away how, exactly?” she raises an eyebrow curiously, and Neal shrugs.

“She found me very charming.”

“Yes. We are all aware of your innate charm.” Mozzie rolls his eyes. “Now, we had gotten what we were looking for and were ready to get away clean, when one of the other members of the team happened to trip one of the hidden sensors on the way out and set off the alarms. Not only did we have to book it out of there, but Neal lost his window to finish charming the noblewoman and get out of there safely.”

“See, when the sensors go off, the first thing the guard is required to do is secure the royals. I, unfortunately, was not her designated escort for the evening, and we weren’t exactly in a state that was … favorable to being surprised by very armed guards.”

Rebekah was already fighting the urge to laugh – Neal could see the way it sparkled in her eyes. “Oh, I’m sure this ended very well.”

“The only escape Neal can make is out the window. He doesn’t even have time to get dressed, really. He just steals one of the sheets off the bed, makes his way to the window, and uses said sheet to gently descend down one of the power lines that happened to be anchored nearby.” Mozzie grins as Rebekah starts to laugh. “We’re trying to make it back to the getaway vehicle and all we see is Neal, descending through the air stark naked with nothing but a sheet to cover him.”

“I almost wish I had been there to see that,” Rebekah sighs, shaking her head. “It seems like you two have had some rather grand adventures.”

“We’ve had our fair share of laughs,” Neal agrees, and Mozzie nods in return before holding up a finger.

“Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.”

At that, however, Rebekah makes a face around her wine. “Ugh. Woodrow Wilson.” Mozzie looks at her curiously and she quickly recovers. “My brother, Elijah, he is … quite the history buff. Presidents are his favorite and he’s not exactly fond of our twenty-eighth president. Found him quite tedious.”

Mozzie considers, eyeing her carefully for a moment before shrugging. “I’m sure that’s fair. Political types do tend to have their tedious moments.”

Neal watches as Rebekah exhales, the lie not being caught, and with that they go back to embarrassing Neal again teasing each other back and forth with tales of things they’ve stolen. Before they know it, the bottle of wine is gone and Neal is putting Mozzie in a cab to send him home. As he returns to the loft again, Rebekah gives him a small smile.

“That was nice. I think I’ll enjoy meeting your friends.”

Neal smiles in agreement, before making his way closer and wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Well, they’re not all as fun as Mozzie. Peter can be a bit more of a stickler for the rules.”

“You mean he’ll be more likely to catch on that I actually knew Woodrow Wilson, rather than having listened to Elijah rant about him?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Neal gives a small shrug. “With him, it’s not as easy to blame that on the wine.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, before turning to give him a soft kiss. “And now that we are free of Mozzie for the evening, what do you think we should do with the rest of our evening?”

A mischievous grin stretches across his face as he leans in to kiss her again. “I think I have an indecent proposal or two.”

She laughs as she turns to face him more, arms sliding around his neck. “Hopefully you won’t have to go flying out the window this time around.”

He grins, before starting to back her towards the bed as he kisses her again. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”

maybe the problem's simply codependency ~ psl-land ~ 610 words

[imnot_likeyou]

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Sam sighs as he fills a cup of coffee on the table at the edge of the support group, before giving her a bit of a look in response. Convincing Lilah to help him with this – or leave the bunker at all, really – had been a challenge and a half, but now that they’re here, she’s still determined to make things difficult for him, which makes it seem like their temporary marriage of convenience isn’t really all that convenient at all. Not that he really had much of a choice in the matter.

“Would you have preferred being married to Dean?”

“I would have preferred not being married at all,” she fires back, before taking the cup of coffee offered and sipping it slowly. “You should have just brought Dean along. You two are certainly codependent enough.”

“I’m not going to pretend to be married to my brother.” He gives her a look at that because ew, Lilah. “Aside from the fact that it’s gross, and illegal, I don’t really think that this is the kind of support group that accepts people with an … alternative life style.”

“Yeah, well, gay marriage is legal now. They should get with the program.” Sam watches as her eyes shift to scan the rest of the room, all filled with grieving parents who have recently lost a child and are trying to cope with it somehow. Her eyes dart to each of the faces before shaking her head again. “This feels … wrong.”

“Really?” He turns so that he’s following her eye line, looking at each of the faces before looking back to her. “After all of these years, have I finally stumbled on you having actual scruples?”

There’s a glare at that, because how dare he accuse her of finding a line that she wouldn’t cross, but it doesn’t last long as she turns back to the rest of the group. “These people are supposed to be bearing their souls in a safe space. Hearing what they have to say isn’t going to be easy. Especially when we’re not actually going through it ourselves.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately it’s the only way to figure out who the spirit is going to be attacking next.” He pauses as he takes a sip of his coffee, before shrugging. “I try to think of it as us saving their lives rather than invading their privacy.”

“Does it work?”

Sam pauses for a moment as he considers, wanting to think that it does, half the time, but compassion has always been his weak point and Lilah knows it. It was always the thing that got him in trouble the most at Wolfram and Hart, and it hasn’t really changed when looking at things from a hunter’s perspective. He swallows hard before shrugging.

“Not really. But at least it helps me sleep at night when we succeed.

Lilah purses her lips for a moment, before shaking her head. “Trouble sleeping has never really been my problem.”

Sam smirks, before shaking his head. “Yeah, that doesn’t really surprise me.”

There’s a soft laugh in response, but nothing more than that, straightening a bit as the leader of the therapy session walks into the room and takes his seat at the head of the circle. Sam takes another long sip on the cup of coffee before glancing back to her with a small, hesitant look.

“Ready to do this, Mrs. Jones?”

Lilah rolls her eyes. “Next time, you’re brother isn’t picking our aliases.”

“I’ve been saying that for years,” Sam replies as they go to take their seats. “Never really stopped him.”

Re: maybe the problem's simply codependency ~ psl-land ~ 610 words

[signalized]

I love this so much, especially showing a rare moment of humanity from lilah, it's always nice when those shine through. thank you <3