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anxietygrrl) wrote2005-08-17 04:28 am
anxietygrrl) wrote2005-08-17 04:28 am
Entry tags:
- dcu,
- fandom,
- fic,
- judging amy,
- sfh,
- understudies
Assorted ficlets
Give me a character/pairing/series I'm familiar with, and a single word, and I will write a line of fic. (The definition of "a line" here seems to have some give to it. Right now it appears to be "a line with that word and a paragraph to go around it.") Feel free to choose from, uh... anything I may have mentioned at some point. Doesn't have to be something I've previously written. We'll throw it against the wall, etc.
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OMG PARAGRAPH!
He didn't know what kind of flowers to get. He didn't know if she liked chocolate. He sort of hadn't done this in several decades and didn't even know if flowers and chocolate were appropriate anymore -- she might look at him as if he'd suggested an egg creme with two straws down at the malt shop. He'd almost asked Terry for advice, that's how desperate he was. "So, what do you kids do on a date these days?" had almost come out of his mouth. Now he was standing outside her door, feeling ancient and utterly fourteen at the same time. When she came out, she smiled, and took the bunch of irises almost shyly. "This is so weird," she said. "Maybe we should skip dinner and just go straight to the life-threatening peril." Her little black dress was already putting him in some kind of peril, he was sure, but he said, "That's a third date thing." She laughed. It was familiar, and full of possibilites.
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The image of Dick asking Terry for advice will keep me entertained for days.
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OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.
Dick - Terry interaction. Word: Snowbank.
Dick/Talia. Word: Red.
Cassandra/Steph. Word: Bondage. (Yeah, yeah, it's an easy one. Sort of.)
Bruce/Diana. Word: Water.
Terry/Dana. Word: Trouble.
....I tried to get away from comics, then failed miserably. I feel I should feel guilt at that. And yet.
*angsts at not being able to wedge Cass/Steph into SFHverse*
1.
"...And then there was the time I was learning to parallel park and I plowed the Batmobile into a snowbank."
"Your constant barrage of anecdotes from the Good Old Days isn't going to distract me, you know." But Terry was suddenly struck by the image of Driving Instructor Batman, complete with clipboard, and he laughed so hard he almost missed the next roof entirely. He ignored the hand offered to help him up as he hauled himself up over the edge.
"I win," Dick smirked.
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She laid her hand over the insignia on his costume. The blood red phoenix was broken into fractions by her long, graceful fingers. "You have come to mean...quite a lot to me, in your time here. I hope you know that, Richard." Her dark eyes gazed up at him, and he wondered who she saw.
Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.
Stephanie blushed furiously when Cassandra thrust the magazine at her. "What this?"
"Umm... it's, y'know, it's... where did you get this?"
"Found."
Found where? she wondered, but didn't ask. "It's...well, it's porn."
"Pornnn." Cass tested the word. "What for?"
Oh, god. "You have got to be kidding me. It's, you know, people get off on it. Sexually."
Cass blinked, grabbed the magazine back, and with sudden understanding, said, "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," she said, relieved, thinking they could drop the subject.
But Cassandra began flipping through pages, intrigued. She stopped, turned the magazine sideways, then upside down, then righted it again. An eyebrow quirked up. "Oh. Hmm." She turned it around to show Stephanie. "This?"
Steph's face went from radish to beet. "Uhh...lesbianbondageIthink." Her eyes went unbidden to the rope on Batgirl's hip, which did not go unnoticed.
Cassandra casually tossed the magazine over her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side and gave Stephanie a narrow-eyed, appraising stare. "Huh."
This time, all the blood drained from her face completely.
Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.
4.
"I've been away for a long time," she said.
"A lot's changed."
"Yes." She studied his face, so familiar, and smiled. "You still have a taste for irony, I see. I've missed... well, so many things." She held out her hand to him. "Will it be impossible to catch up, do you think?"
Her touch was just as he remembered. She moved like water. "You'll adapt."
"I hope so." She kissed him, then.
Like water, on a burning beach.
Re: OFFICIAL REQUEST. ....requests, plural. Whatever.
5.
The first time she ran into Terry on the job, she didn't know it was him. Part of her must have known, though, because she got the overwhelming feeling that this guy was going to be trouble. She started flirting with him almost immediately. The second time they met, he figured out who she was. He was so flummoxed by it that he gave himself away, though she didn't let on for some time. Eventually, he asked her, "How? Why?"
Well, some girls went to college after high school. Some travelled for a year. Some even got married. Some got jobs. "I sort of did all of the above." Not that she was even close to getting married, she was quick to explain, but, well, "I did get a shiny new ring."
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"It was patrol! Patrol is not a date! And I didn't even ask her, she just invited herself along!"
"Did you kiss her at the end?"
"..."
"Date."
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You did suggest a new word in there....
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MUUUUURIEEEEEEEL!
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"What's that fruit that grows on a palm tree?" Max asked. "Not coconut."
"Date," said Dick.
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>D
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Good luck! :)
Hm, it appears "line" has become "drabble".
"People always talk," said Amy. "Some people don't feel whole unless they're spreading a rumour." She leaned in over Lorelai, whose back was against the door, and turned the lock. "A courthouse is like a college dorm."
"I never went to college. Is this what I missed?"
Amy thought back to her junior year, and Debbie Miklowski from econ seminar. Debbie with the long legs and boisterous laugh. Debbie of the all night study session and the two bottles of beaujolais.
"Pretty much, yeah."
*squee*
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*squeaks*
Bruce/Amy. Beer.
Spike/Cordy. WALL DRUG OMG.
And for I miss it, Babs/Dick. Beach.
*loves*
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"Oh, come on. Everybody stops at Wall Drug. Didn't you read the sign?"
"I can't believe I came hundreds of miles out of my way, and for what? Free ice water?"
"And five cent coffee." Spike stopped by a shelf full of taxidermied, well, the only word was 'critters'. He checked a price tag. "We got a good deal on Trevor. This one here's three times as much."
"Oh, thank god, I'm so relieved," she deadpanned. "Would you like me to go back to the car and get Trevor so he can visit with his relatives?"
"Nah. But I'll tale a picture of you and Trevor with that giant fiberglass jackalope out back. Come on, you know you want to."
A screaming, sticky toddler bumped into Cordelia's legs, and was immediately yanked away by a woman in culottes. She shivered.
"I hate you, Spike."
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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Now I will stop bugging you about Wall Drug and Spike and Cordy's Magical Mystery tour.
*LOVES*
FREE ICE WATER!
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That was such a golden opportunity too.
omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
"There you are," said her mother. "I was beginning to think you went all the way to Milwaukee."
"I couldn't find the bottle opener." She set the six pack down in the center of the table.
"They're twistoffs," said Peter.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I like the bottle opener, jeeze." She grabbed one for herself and passed another beer to Bruce, who chuckled lightly as he used the churchkey to prey off the cap. "Oh, you're just humoring me. You find this amusing, don't you?"
"Hey, I didn't say a thing." He grinned warmly.
Amy poked him in the ribs. "I was going to apologize for leaving you alone out here with this Inquisition for so long, but now I'm not sure." She leaned back against him, and smiled as he closed his arms around her.
"All right, enough of that," Vincent declared. "We've all got a beverage?" They all raised their bottles obediently. "Then I'll go first."
"Big surprise," muttered Amy, and Peter sniggered. Maxine threw them both a look, but Vincent loftily ignored it all.
"To Amy," he began, "who got absolutely creamed at the polls, but not nearly so badly as the pundits predicted."
"You are so dead, F. Scott."
"Yeah, yeah. You fought the good fight. You didn't compromise your principles--"
"Which is why I lost."
"And I think I speak for everyone when I say, we couldn't be more proud. You'll get 'em next time, kid."
"To Amy!" they chorused, and the longnecks made a cheerful clinking sound in the quiet garden.
Bruce squeezed her, and she looked up at him, grateful and content.
"And," said Maxine, prompting them to raise their drinks again, "to Bruce." Amy beamed.
"Bruuuce!" her brothers bellowed like they were at a Springsteen concert. He shook his head and laughed.
"I hope you're adequately prepared for what you've gotten yourself into," Maxine continued. "And welcome to the family."
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Please forgive the adverbs. And, y'know, the XTREME SUGAR QUOTIENT.
Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
OMG YAY! Amy lost! (I still recall our discussion of why she'd make a shitty senator while trying to find a road in the middle of the Chicago suburbs. Bwa. sorry 'bout that. Again.)
::flails and is generally giddy beyond belief::
Man, I wish people would write good Bruce/Amy fic. Damn. I will eventually buy Juding Amy dvd's. IF THEY EVER COME OUT.
Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Omg, I know! This one (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2396811/1/) isn't bad, actually, but it's the only one I've found.