ways_back_room | Fic Friday DE

I'll play today! Gimme gimme!

Folks I have on the brain:

Barry Allen
Cisco Ramon
Matt Murdock

Barry: It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
Cisco: Let's be alone together
Matt: I don't need no money, fortune, or fame

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Alright then, hop on." Smiling, Barry bends down, nodding over his shoulder to his back.

Iris laughs, feeling utterly ridiculous as she climbs onto Barry piggy-back style. Barry hooks his arms around her legs, and her arms go around his neck as he rises.

"Here we go," Barry announces, and in a 'Whoosh' they're off, leaving the shoreline where they've spent the evening having a candle and moonlit picnic dinner and heading straight out onto the river.

Iris's grip tightens for a moment when they hit the water, but Barry skims them over the surface without so much as a stutter; running along as gracefully as the moonlight shimmering against the ripples and eddies.

Water arcs up and sprays away from them in Barry's wake, misting against Iris's skin as she closes her eyes a moment to enjoy its cooling effect against the hot, summer evening.

That's what started all of this, a comment from her about the heat, and an offer from Barry with a solution only a speedster could provide.

They could blame the wine, but since she barely had a glass and Barry can't get drunk Iris knows this silly, playful moment taken away from metas and bad guys and whatever disaster that might be waiting is all them.

They reach the far shore and Barry circles them back around, drifting into a wide, looping pattern that arcs them back and forth across the top of the water, taking them through the spray from their own wake.

Letting go of Barry, Iris stretches her arms out (Barry has her, Iris knows this) and reaches out to play her hands through the water arcing up around them. She lets out peals of laughter and when they reach the bank again Barry is laughing, too.

He sets her down and turns around and she smiles seeing his smile; his mouth pulled back in a grin, eyes crinkled at the edges.

Reaching up, Iris brushes back Barry's damp hair and says, "You were right, that's a great way to get cooled down."

Okay, that is absolutely adorable. <3

Thank you! I'm so happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for the prompts!

Barry-can't find the words
Cisco-safety precautions
Matt-rituals

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" Cisco shouts at the top of his lungs, trying to flee the scene, but when he reaches the door, he finds it won't open.

"OH! Oh nooooo!" Gripping the handle, Cisco tugs and yanks and then in a panic starts pounding on the small glass window. "SOMEBODY HELLLLP!"

Overhead a computerized voice speaks over Cisco's shouts, dispassionate to his attempts to escape.

"Initializing in 3… 2… 1… "

Scrambling, Cisco tugs down his safety glasses and takes a leap to the side, diving behind a desk.

'FTHWOOM!'

A flash of light, a muted sound of explosion, and the room is suddenly coated in a brilliant bright green foam.

"What is all the noise you're making in here?" Barry asks as he enters the room, pulling the door open from the outside.

Getting one look at Cisco covered in foamy muck from head to toe save for the goggle pattern around his eyes, Barry takes a step back out of the room.

"Never mind… " Barry says, carefully closing the door.

Hee, that's hilarious. I love Barry's looking and leaving. Also the Barry and Iris one above is so beautiful and sweet.

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them. And thank you for the prompts!

Ahhhh, so I am the worst, scooting over here hella belatedly! Should you still be accepting prompty-prompts:

→ For Matt: there ain't nothing like regret to remind you you're alive
→ For Barry: one Mississippi, two Mississippi
→ For Cisco: boom goes the dynamite

Fic Friday! Hit me up, people!

Ghosts that we knew

or...

Casper

(OOC: It's been done, and better, in other fics, but I adore this take and I refuse to give it up)

For the record: Being a kid again sucks. It sucks in so many, many ways, the least of which being that his voluntary effort to get clean has abruptly turned into a mandatory effort. Turns out even the most shady-ass bitches in his list of dealers aren't so keen to sell to kids.

Uuuuugh.

That, combined with a new-found sensitivity that he is NOT telling Reggie about (oh hey, powers, thanks for being an ass), means he pretty much always has company, whether he wants it or not. Considering the general quality of ghost in the mansion... usually very much not. He'd forgotten how much it sucks to see ghosts when there isn't at least one that's a) friendly and b) sane.

Christ.

Oh, yeah, also? Now he has to watch his language. Has he mentioned this sucks balls? Not out loud, of course, but this sucks balls. Giant donkey ones.

Feeling (not entirely shockingly) like roadkill, he has successfully gotten Grace to issue an honest-to-God sick day on his behalf which comes with its pros and cons - the pro being awesome, as that means no training today... the con being he's penned up, locked in his room as 'quarantine'. He couldn't exactly tell Grace his symptoms came more from a lack of medication than the need for any. So it's just him and 'Annoying Ghost #1053', and he's amusing himself by flinging balled-up socks through its mangled head. His aim isn't as good as Diego's, but who's is?

"You always this rude to guests?" The midwestern drawl to his right startles him enough that the sock he's throwing knocks the lampshade askew, missing the ghost by a country mile. Klaus turns, eyes almost comically wide, to stare at...

Oh... oh, oh no. That's...

"Greg?" Klaus breathes, reaching-but-not really a hand out, wary of touching but oh God it is him it's the same straw-blond hair, the same stocky build, the same... aw Geeze.... he closes his eyes, his unfortunately-delicate constitution not really up for reviewing what the land mine had done to Greg.

"Wait, you can see me?" Greg sounds as shocked as Klaus feels, with that painful, stupid hope that usually comes before the shouting. He... he really hopes there won't be shouting. "Kid, can you... can you hear me?"

He'd pretend ignorance (not that it'd work at this point), but it's Greg. He can't do that, so he nods, making sure to look up (green army jacket, confused blue eyes, tattoo that isn't on his own arm anymore) instead of down when he re-opens his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah it's... it's Klaus." He admits, not entirely sure how to explain any of this shit. He hasn't ever had to before, not like this. Most ghosts he ignores, and Ben... Ben had known exactly what the score was.

"Hargreeves." He elaborates, showing his hands. Oh, and hadn't that just been a roaring good time, getting these lovely tats the second time around? He hadn't even had the benefit of being drunk this time. Asshole.

"Spook? What the hell?" There is such absolute outraged bafflement in that voice that Klaus starts giggling, laughing for the first time in what feels like forever.

Oh this was goooood.

This is ages overdue and I'm so sorry I haven't dropped any comments yet, but these were wonderful!

The title on this one is adorable and the descriptions of Klaus and his feelings on the situation are so great and hilarious (I definitely cackled out loud on 'donkey balls').

It's a wonderful take and I'm so glad you chose to write it. Thank you! <3

Klaus is having a night. Whatever the hell it is he took is not working (it is, the world is technicolor-bright and whirling but yet still full of ghosts), Ben is putting forth his best 'I disapprove of all your life choices' face, and he's spectacularly failing to score a hook-up for the night (probably because of the technicolor. And the whirling. And the ghosts.) so it's looking increasingly like he'll be sleeping cold whenever he gets around to it. He's in the rather shoddy bathroom behind the Arco gas station, trying to fix his eyeliner before moving on to bar #3 of the night, when yet another goddamn ghost pops up behind him.

"You don't have to be afraid! I'm Casper, and I'm a..." Klaus cuts off the piping-high voice with a growl as he wipes off the wayward streak of makeup and gives the newest addition to his ghostie collection the finger.

"Do me a favor and fuck off? Kthanks."

Honest-to-God, the ghost lets out an outraged little squeak and floats off.

Every time I read this I LOL. It's brilliant and hilarious. I love it. XD

Prompt-Seemed like a good idea at the time

"Try again, Klaus."

Klaus sighs (maybe a little over-dramatically... maybe a lot over-dramatically but he's feeling dramatic at the moment so... deal), draping himself against the holding cell bars and refusing the flinch at just how damn cold they are. Because they are. Cold, that is. Like, stupidly cold. Is there something wrong with the heater in here?

"Klaus."

Klaus blinks, realizing belatedly that perhaps he was spending a little too long (a lot too long) contemplating the condition of this particular precinct's heating/cooling system. After all, Diego was waiting for an answer (though why he expected the story to get any less strange, Klaus will never know, did he not know their lives will never be boring?), his skin was beginning to crawl as his lovely, lovely high melted away, and did he mention it was cold in here? It's cold in here. Even colder now that he's draped across the bars like some sort of drunk snake, but here we are.

"Klaus!"

Klaus startles a little, blinking at Diego. Damn, that was one hell of a bark. Um.

"So... it seemed a good idea at the time?" He offers, all giant eyes and hopefulness. Maybe once Diego springs him loose, they can go get waffles.

So many good lines in this but I think I love how he focuses on the cold and how stubborn Diego is.

Thankee! And thank you for the prompt!

Late but always up for prompts.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Charles Xavier
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter

Cassian: shadows

Charles: old empty houses

Demeter: bare branches and leaf litter

On Fest, the winter would stretch and stretch with no true daylight and Cassian loved the shadows created by all the heat lamps and the big bonfires on holidays. He would fall asleep in his mother's arms watching the dancing shadows on the Day of the Dead.

After he left Fest, shadows became a tool, a place to hide from 'troopers eyes and learn how to calm his breathing as he waited for the right shot.

In the shifting shadows of the elevator shaft on Scarif, he found warmth in Jyn's eyes and wondered if anyone would remember them.

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to comment here. Thank you for writing these!

This is beautiful, I love how shadows have changed for him over the years.

The leaves crunched under her feet as she walked away from the crack in her earth where Kore went to her husband. She pulled her shawl tightly around her and set out toward the sea, there were hungry children and families who would welcome her until the earth awoke again.

Lovely descriptions here. I can really picture and feel this moment.

Cassian: Broken glass everywhere
Quentin: Only doll I've ever owned
Charles: All I'm asking is for a little respect
Sameth: Keep me in a daydream
Moist: Your eyes sing a sad, sad song
Demeter: All my senses have been stripped

Charles read over the rejection once more as the journal Nature appreciated his submitting his findings on mutation but didn't find enough proof of his claims. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, listening to Hank working on improving a tv's reception, Alex and Sean fighting over the channel. The technology didn't exist yet to show all that was in their DNA but it would happen and then he would be seen as a scientist once more. Instead of becoming Xavier, who was in a chair now, too bad about him.

Sameth closed his eyes as Ferin ran her hands through his hair, her body a comfortable warmth beside him in the room they'd found. Soon he'd have to go back to being prince, he'd gotten a start on his duties before Ferin tugged him away with a look that made his heart ache as he missed Kait. It felt nice to be seen and wanted like this again.

She tugged at a curl, "You're always thinking and going somewhere. Tell me."

He opened his eyes and smiled as he held her closer, "I like this but there's work to do and it can't wait long."

Ferin tilted her head with a little smile, "Yes, our lives aren't only our own but they are in here and they can miss us for hm another."

Then she kissed him, still with one hand curled in his hair.

Cassian: Bones and skin.
Quentin: Flowers.
Charles: The Beatles.

"Can houseplants survive here?" Quentin asked as he watched May create a line of succulents along the kitchen windowsill. The Duchy was full of plants with Luna's garden at its center but their house, cats grew there and piles of things to be cleaned. Plants seemed risky. Spike was sniffing at the succulents and rattling, maybe they were kind of like friends for him.

"They will, they don't need much watering and they'll get lots of light here." May was firm, she would make this work.

"Okay. Do you like them, Spike?" The rose goblin rattled and kind of nuzzled a cactus. "I guess you do."

This is sweet, and a really lovely little piece of domesticity for Quentin, May, and Spike.

Cassian kept his gaze focused on the navigational computer but his glance kept going back to where his bone was pushing against his skin. Not much longer until he was back at the main ship and could get his leg taken cafe of.

He'd never had this happen before, a hit against the shuttle's shields that didn't do enough to hurt the ship, jarred him against the display and something cracked. The pain was bad but to get to the medkit, he'd have to move and he didn't want to, not until he had to. Calculations would help, watch the sky around him, how long, listen to the comms' traffic, that would work. He'd get through this.

Edited 2019-10-28 03:25 (UTC)

Poor Cassian, although I suppose space travel is always perilous.

Aight, tossing in Yamato for this.

I ain't afraid of no ghosts

or

costume party

Attempt #6 in the 'Getting Yamato and Taichi to have a serious conversation' gambits is apparently a haunted house. Yamato can't say for sure exactly whose idea it was, but apparently the entire rest of the team is on-board with it, cheerfully ushering the two of them into the house with a chirpy 'We'll see you at the end!'

Taichi isn't helping.

"So, I hear that three people were murdered in this house. The youngest child killed her parents with a garden rake, and then mysteriously died of a heart attack. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the scraping of the rake ..."

Yamato gives a noncommittal grunt, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Waaaiiiit," Taichi murmurs, leaning in close. "Can you hear it, Yama? Laughter. You know, they say the child was laughing right up until she died, and -- ..."

"I swear to god I will punch you," Yamato growls.

Taichi snickers childishly, slinging an arm around Yamato's shoulders. "Don't blame me. I'm just capitalising on my one chance to see you actually scared."

"I'm not afraid of fucking ghosts."

"What is it about them, anyway? Nothing about anything else scares you, so what's the USP -- Unique Spooking Point -- of ghosts?" Taichi grins. "Be honest, is it that you can't punch them. Is it that you can't kill them 'cause they're already dead."

"I can still kill you, Yagami."

Taichi seemingly takes that as his cue to drop it, but he keeps his arm slung around Yamato's shoulders. Yamato briefly wonders if he's trying to be comforting. Except then a man dressed as a bloody, carved up ghost jumps out, and Yamato's fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, and it's only Taichi tugging him back that keeps him from mauling the now very frightened haunted house employee, and he realises that arm is a Frightened Yamato Restraint Measure.

Edited 2019-10-25 22:55 (UTC)

This is hilarious and wonderful. Oh Yamato, I feel like maybe Taichi is on to something with his theories. XD

I love the threats and I can feel the love. Thank you for writing this. <3

:D. Thank you for the prompt! I'm glad you liked it.

In a corner

[So narrowly avoiding the temptation to write a fic where Yamato just blows a gasket over someone mentioning corners.]

"'Hey, Jyou, the boxing team needs a cutman for the tournament,' they said," Jyou grouses. "'It'll be fun,' they said. 'You won't get blood on your glasses,' they said."

"Jyou-senpai," Sora says kindly, as the burly captain of Naniwa High's boxing team smacks Yamato's head into the corner so hard that Jyou has to duck to one side to avoid getting more blood on his face. "Remember what we said about priorities?"

"These glasses are new," Jyou says sourly, wiping the lenses on his shirt. "I've had them for a week and they've already got Yamato viscera all over them, like everything else in my li -- ..."

"Jyou-senpai." Sora's voice is no less gentle, but the edge under it isn't quite as well hidden this time.

"He's fine," Jyou says. "Those berserker tendencies of his will kick in any second."

Another punch drops Yamato onto his knees, dangling halfway through the ropes. As the referee starts a ten count, he dazedly touches his forehead, then peers at his fingers.

"Am I bleeding?" He asks.

"Mmhmm," Jyou says irritably, waving his glasses so that Yamato can see the red smears on them.

Yamato winces. "Sorry. I'll buy you new ones."

"Not unless you win that prize money, you won't. I've seen your bank balance," Jyou replies, slipping his glasses on. Ugh, everything is pink now, why is Yamato the worst. "Go on, get up. You're fighting for my new glasses now."

"Fine."

Yamato's up by the count of eight, striding back towards his opponent with a grin that definitely doesn't mean anything good.

"You are responsible for everything that happens next, Jyou-senpai," Sora says mildly.

"I'm o -- ..." Jyou has to stop as Yamato's opponent gives a surprised yelp, followed by several more as Yamato batters him back into a corner. "I'm okay with that."

I really love this especially the Yamato viscera comment and his berserker comments, they all know each other so well.

:D! Jyou suffers, he really does.

Won't you help sing these songs of freedom?

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barry: you make me silly

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Now you're just some ghostie that I used to know

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Bunny trails

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Who I once was

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