Friday DE

[bjornwilde]

I know I had a few ideas but I've a headache and am feeling slightly fevered (not actually sick, just poor sleep), so pulling from the DE suggestion box.

This one from cassiefuckingcage :

Reverse fic prompt! Give other muns a shot at playing your pups for a while.

Tag in with your characters and a list of prompts you'd like to see other people take on. They will then respond to these promps, writing as your character, while you respond to other muns' promps writing as their characters.

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[isawit]

Selina: Bait, parties, full moon, and/or peppermint mocha.

[iprotectyou]

It was Bruce's idea, really. Sneaking out to get coffee was the best plan. Selina allows him to treat her, but she has to burst out laughing after Bruce takes the first sip of his.

"It's so good!" Bruce says, his eyes wide.

"You have peppermint mocha on your lip," Selina says, and wipes it off with her thumb instead of what she really wants to do. If only she were braver...

[bjornwilde]

Oh i love this! Wee Bruce with a whipped cream mustache. = )

[iprotectyou]

Glad you enjoyed! I hope you feel better!

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine: Bad night, Birthday, Peace of mind, New invention, Too much chocolate

[bjornwilde]

One thing has always been consistent in Rae's life and that is the peace she found in the kitchen. Whether is was baking or cleaning up after, peace just came no matter her mental state before or the chaos of events that seemed to want to drown her.

Now even that peace seemed to want to crumble as the man she'd thought was gone and perhaps buried stood on her newly mopped floors.

"Hi, Rae," her dad said awkwardly.

[sunbaked_baker]

AAHHhhhhhhhhhh! *flails*

Dear lord that reunion would be fraught with all the tension.

[bjornwilde]

I honestly was just going to allude to weird vampire crap, but then something invading her kitchen occurred to me and then one thing that would be more shocking to her than vampires or the like just needed to be there. = )

And of course he'd be walking on her clean and still wet floor. >:{

[sunbaked_baker]

Of course he would be, to highlight the fact that he doesn't belong there, in that part of her life.

Cue Sunshine, once shaken from her staring, cutting to the chase with a direct "Where the FUCK have you been and why the hell are you here now?"

[iprotectyou]

Sunshine eagerly watches as her step-father, Charlie, places the fork onto his tongue. His eyes widen--and then he squints, puckering his lips.

Uh-oh. That's not a good sign.

"How is it?" Rae asks tentatively, nerves jangling.

"I... I think there's too much chocolate," Charlie says, reaching for the glass of milk she'd provided.

Sunshine smiles. "No such thing."

[sunbaked_baker]

She would So Beam at him. There is absolutely no such thing as too much chocolate. :D:D:D:D

[iprotectyou]

Would that be a sunbeam?

/ba dam psh

[sunbaked_baker]

Absolute Sunshine Rae Beam!

*calls it like an anime magical girl attack*

[iprotectyou]

Ahahaha. Awesome.

[iprotectyou]

Baze - Marketplace, morning tea, Chirrut's precious face, sass, childhood

[bjornwilde]

Meditations were always a challenge for Baze, but seeing Chirrut's precious face always made it worth it.

(Sorry it's short.)

[iprotectyou]

No, it's perfect! Thank you!

[ceitfianna]

Quentin-duty, Canadian, secrets, mortals, donuts

Cassian-friendship, scars, found, honest, tomorrow

Charles-building, teaching, patience, creaking house

Moist-new road, new suit, found out

Ivan-hiding, polite games, flirt

Demeter-family, time, change, dirt, home

[bjornwilde]

Spoilers for Quentin's future and later books in the Toby Daye series, so I'm linking to here.

[ceitfianna]

I really like that and it feels so plausible.

[bjornwilde]

Yay! I can't help but trying to imagine the kids grown up.

this fic is by chuck

[andinfluencepeople]

Quentin was a pretty good fake Canadian until he was caught for actually knowing all the words to the theme song. Anthem? What the fucking hell, you know what I mean.

Nobody actually from a place knows all of the words to their country jingle.

Re: this fic is by chuck

[ceitfianna]

Country jingle is a great phrase. I love this.

Re: this fic is by chuck

[explosive_artist]

I got a good laugh out of this also. =)

[cutting_edgex23]

X -- justice, peace, mercy, pajama party, starring in a real life slasher movie

Ysalwen -- freedom, the long walk, dogs and cats living together, retirement

[iprotectyou]

Ysalwen couldn't possibly fathom what Liranan was so insistent about. He even went so far as to take part of her robes into his mouth and drag her along.

"I'm coming," she told him, brandishing her staff, prepared to neutralize any possible threats.

Turns out, there's no threat at all. Liranan noses a hanging cloth--which Ysalwen moves aside to reveal a pack of squalling kittens. Liranan curls up around them and starts licking the smallest one on the head.

Thankfully for the cats, Ysalwen knows a farmer looking for a mouser or two.

[shadowandsnark]

Tybalt approves of rescuing kittens.

[messwiththebest]

KITTENS. Best.

[thebattycakes]

Barry - hope, family dinner, patience, cupcakes, accidents

Matt - neck tie, tag-team, truth, coffee, silence

Logan - pizza, face punch, attitude, 99 bottles of beer, bullshit

Hellboy - kitty litter, breakfast, stubborn, not fireproof, tabloid

[i_am_your_host]

Matt ran his hands over the neck ties on display, rolled up tightly on the counter, hanging from hooks on a swiveling carousel. Wide, skinny, silk, poly-blend, knit. He could even feel the woven patterns, if they were well-made. Striped, paisley, ducks, polka-dots.

But really, he just needed a new tie.

"Excuse me," he asked a salesperson. "What color is this tie?"

She turned and looked him over-- noting his tinted glasses, his cane-- as he held the tie in question against his chest.

"Red," she replied with a smile in her voice. "It suits you."

He smiled back.

"So I've been told."

[man_without_fear]

This is grand, I love it!

The descriptions, the convo ("It suits you." AHAHA, I died), and that smile back, it all made me grin. :D

Thank you!

[i_am_your_host]

You're welcome! I couldn't resist!

Also I just noticed that a certain percentage of your pups are red.

[thebattycakes]

Ha! That is totally something I haven't realized myself. :D

[ daredevil ; matt : silence ] dead air

[nocturnalmedicine]

Matt's cheek is warm.

No.

His cheek is warm, but Claire's hand is warmer — hot, against his face. He can feel the rapid beat of her blood through the nitrile gloves she's wearing, smell the faint antiseptic layer that clings to her skin and hair and clothes after a graveyard shift.

His mouth is full of pennies, and his aching skull is crammed with cotton; he's on the floor, isn't he? A floor. His floor? Jesus, he's dizzy, like he's gone twelve rounds with one of Josie's not-so-secret-menu mason jars.

Claire's palms — both hands, now, so sure and steady — cradle his head, working off his sweat-soaked mask.

He frowns.

Something's —

Fuck, something ...

Claire's leaning close, closer; Matt breathes as deep as his cracked ribs will let him, pulling the scent of her skin and hair into his lungs.

She smells like a fever-dream, and even as Matt tries to suss out what that even means beyond good and soft and Claire, she yanks off his right glove none too gently, startling him into a sharper awareness.

She guides his hand to her chest; he reads her hammering heart, feels the vibration of her voice as she says —

She's saying —

Matt stiffens.

The fuck, he can't hear —

Claire brings his grasping hand to her face, her mouth; his frantic fingertips swipe along the perfect curve of her lips.

Matt.

Her free hand, flat on his chest.

I'm here.

He says her name, or tries to.

Matt.

More insistent, this time.

He swallows down panic, forces himself to focus on the thrum of her voice against his palm, the shape of the words on her lips sinking into his skin.

I'm here. I have you.

He grips her hand, and nods.

Re: [ daredevil ; matt : silence ] dead air

[thebattycakes]

AHHHHHHHHHHH! I cannot stop reading this. AMAZING.

The descriptions and details, the scenario and actions and Matt's voice and just EVERYTHING.

I need moar, because holy shit what the hell happened and what the hell is going to happen and CLAIRE! HOMG! "I'm here. I have you." That line gets me every fucking time and now here it completely undoes me.

I can't draw enough hearts or throw my flaily T-rex arms up high enough, this is grand. <333

Re: [ daredevil ; matt : silence ] dead air

[sardonicynic]

No, you! You are making me all blushy! Thank you! ♥ Ahhh, I have wanted to get this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad scenario in a text box for you for literal days, and I am so damn glad that I elected to stay up too late last night in the name of finally doing so.

Just — waugh, dude. The notion of Matty losing his hearing is awful. So, you know, of course I had to use it when I saw your prompt up there. And I couldn't resist inverting that line; I'm so glad it resonated as hard with you as it does for me. <333

[arkadia]

Eden: Moon, headbutt, tuxedo, green tea.

Yamato: Winter, Christmas, chocolate, video games.

[iprotectyou]

Yamato stares. He's never seen anything like the chocolate figurine Taichi got him for Christmas.

"What is it?" Yamato says, turning the action figure--because clearly it can't be anything else, right?--over in his hands.

"It's Super Punch Guy, from that video game you always play," Taichi says, immensely pleased with himself. "I made him myself!"

"Are you talking about Tekken 5?" Yamato says, growing more and more incredulous.

"Yeah!"

Yamato groans, and bites Super Punch Guy's "head" off.

[arkadia]

D'awww. I love this, they're both so ridiculous.