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lady_sarai) wrote2010-02-13 10:17 pm
lady_sarai) wrote2010-02-13 10:17 pm
PROMPT ME
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second_batgirl, regarding the fact that she is drinking and writing drunken drabbles:
second_batgirl: I AM ON MY FIFTH DRINK
Sara: Wooooo!
Sara: I COULD TOTALLY HAVE WINE, I FORGOT WE HAVE SOME!!!
second_batgirl: YOU SHOULD HAVE WINE AND DO DRUNKEN DRABBLES
So, in the spirit of being silly and impressionable and over-ambitious, PROMPT ME.
I am going to get some wine now. (I know I owe drabbles from a while ago, and I WILL get to them, but let's pretend we forgot about that for the evening. ...And also forgot that I JUST posted something about being tired and getting sleep. What was *I* thinking?)
I'm going to blame this on the Olympic Spirit. ♥
second_batgirl, regarding the fact that she is drinking and writing drunken drabbles:second_batgirl: I AM ON MY FIFTH DRINKSara: Wooooo!
Sara: I COULD TOTALLY HAVE WINE, I FORGOT WE HAVE SOME!!!
second_batgirl: YOU SHOULD HAVE WINE AND DO DRUNKEN DRABBLESSo, in the spirit of being silly and impressionable and over-ambitious, PROMPT ME.
I am going to get some wine now. (I know I owe drabbles from a while ago, and I WILL get to them, but let's pretend we forgot about that for the evening. ...And also forgot that I JUST posted something about being tired and getting sleep. What was *I* thinking?)
I'm going to blame this on the Olympic Spirit. ♥
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Alternately - Dick and Roy the first time someone comes to pick up LIAN for a date.
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"Yeah? Hey, is the pasta supposed to look like this?" Dick asked, poking at the giant clump of spaghetti in the pot of boiling water.
Roy grimaced at the pot and shook his head. "No. And Tim's here."
Dick looked up, surprised. "Tim? Should I put on some more spaghetti?"
"No," Roy said, looking confused. "He's not here to see you."
"What? Why is he here?"
Roy reached past him and grabbed the pot of spaghetti sauce, yanking it off the heat as it started boiling over. "He's picking up Cissie."
"Oh." Dick peered into the pot, wrinkling his nose. "That doesn't look like yours. Pick her up for what? Why didn't Cassie pick her up?"
"It doesn't look like mine because it's solid--how did you do this?" Roy asked, poking at the sauce with a wooden spoon. "I think they're going out."
"I don't know, I just boiled it. Out where?"
Roy gave him an incredulous look. "Out. As in Tim used the front door and Cissie was wearing a dress. Fair warning--if your brother breaks my sister's heart, I'll have to kick his ass."
Dick blinked at him. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me."
He frowned. "Since when are they dating? Why didn't they tell us?"
"They probably didn't want us to make a big deal about it, or embarrass them," Roy said and reached for the phone. "Pizza or Chinese?"
Dick looked blankly at him, and then glanced at the pot of congealed spaghetti and sighed. "Pizza. Can we embarrass them when they come back?"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? My little sister is out on her first date since she came to live with me. I plan on sitting in the living room fletching arrows in a threatening manner all night."
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I loved this, and your fics always fill me with glee. :D
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*
Something hit Dean hard in the stomach and knocked his breath out. He nearly panicked, until he realized it was Sam's foot that had kicked him as his little brother climbed under the covers with him. "Sammy?"
Sam froze and looked at him wide-eyed. "Um. Can I sleep here?"
"What's wrong?"
Sam frowned deeply. "I had a dream and then there were all kinds of noises and I can't sleep anymore."
Dean sighed and slid over to the side of the bed. "Get in. If you hog the blankets, I'll push you out, got it?"
Sam threw his arms around him in a hug and crawled the rest of the way into bed, burrowing under the blankets. "Thanks, Dean!"
Dean grunted as Sam's elbow caught him in the jaw. He waited until Sam was settled, and pulled the blankets up around them. "Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep."
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*
"This is insane."
Tim glanced at Kon, raising an eyebrow under his cowl. "What is?"
"Doesn't Gotham know it's summer?"
Tim rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the building he was watching. "It's only the first day."
"That's my point. It's the first day of summer! And it's raining! And cold!" Kon cried, throwing an arm out, indicating the chilly rain that had already soaked through his shirt and plastered his hair against his head. "Insane!"
"You don't have to be here, you know," Tim pointed out evenly. "I can handle this and meet you somewhere with more sun later."
Kon grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms, somehow managing to sulk in mid-air. "I said I'd help," he mumbled.
Tim smiled and stood, shooting a jumpline. "And I appreciate it. Come on. Let's take these guys out, and then we can go get out of the rain."
Kon grinned, following him. "I like that plan. Let's go!"
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Yes, I am requesting fanfic for a show that probably won't start for a year. But um, just consider it an AU where Cissie was raised by Ollie and became Green Arrowette. :D
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-- This IS canon. It IS. Lalalalalalalalalalalalaican'thearyoulalalalalalalala.
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*
Cissie pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. She was glad for her pants, but wished her shirt wasn't so short. It was freezing and she could have used the extra coverage. "No luck?"
Tim shook his head, frowning at the wood he was trying to light. "The wood's too wet. It won't light." He sighed and got up, coming to sit beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her arm lightly to warm her. "It's times like this I wish I had a cape."
She laughed a little and poked his side. "Do you often find yourself stuck in a cave during a snowstorm with girls?"
He paused, looking thoughtful. "Well..." She elbowed him and he laughed, turning his head to kiss her hair. "Not with girls I want to share body heat with?"
"Hmm." Cissie smiled despite herself. "Good answer."
"Thank you. I try." Tim pulled her closer and then removed the elastic from her hair, freeing it from its ponytail. He combed his fingers through it, smoothing it over her back. "That might help."
"Thank you." She put her arms around him and snuggled against him. If she had to be stranded in a cave, being stranded with her boyfriend was definitely the way to go. She turned her head and gave him a soft kiss.
They kissed, huddled in the quiet darkness for a while, and when they broke apart, Tim pulled her with him when he moved to lie down. "Ciss?"
"Hmm?"
"...How dead am I when your dad finds out about this?"
She was quiet for a long moment. "I'll protect you."
"Right. I'm a dead man."
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Yay Green Arrowette!
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Kon stuck his head out of the kitchen, smiling. "Hey Ciss." His smile faded when he saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?"
Tim came into the hall from the bedroom, also frowning. "Hey--everything all right?"
She crossed her arms and looked from one of them to the other. "Would one of you like to explain what happened to Sam?"
Kon shot Tim an alarmed look, but Tim merely frowned in innocent confusion. "Sam? Isn't that your physics partner?"
"Yes," she said shortly, glaring at them.
"Did something happen to him?"
"You know perfectly well something happened to him," she snapped, pointing at both of them in turn. "Both of you were behind it, so you may as well admit it now."
Kon spread his hands out innocently, shrugging. "I don't know what you're talking about, Ciss. We didn't do anything."
"Kon, stop it. I know you messed with the engine in his car."
"What? Of course I didn't!"
"Do you really want to lie to me right now?"
Kon hesitated and then sighed, shoulders drooping. "Okay. I might have loosened a few screws here or there. But he was being an ass!"
"Yeah, well, I was with him when the engine fell out of his car," Cissie snapped. "We had to walk a mile to get back to campus!"
Tim frowned. "Why were you in his car?"
She pointed at him, glaring. "Oh, and you! Don't think I don't know how his laptop got infected by a virus that changed all his passwords and ate all of his files, including our final project. I was in the car with him because we were going to see our professor to show him the laptop and ask for an extension, but clearly that didn't work out."
Tim winced and glanced at Kon. "Possibly this didn't go quite the way we thought it would."
Kon shrugged and went over, putting his hands on Cissie's shoulders. "Cissie, we're sorry. But the kid is a douchebag and stares at your chest instead of taking notes and he has impure thoughts."
Tim nodded. "We were only thinking of your safety and reputation and how much we love you."
"And doing a little male posturing and marking our territory because we are silly, immature idiots?" Kon added, giving her a charming smile.
Cissie tried and failed not to smile at them, and shook her head. She held up a finger, looking stern again. "You are going to fix that car, and you are going to re-write our final project," she said, pointing to Kon and Tim respectively. "And you're both going to take me out to dinner and pamper me and show me how much you love me in a way that does not make me want to throttle you both. Got it?"
Tim laughed and leaned in, kissing her. Kon pulled them both into a hug. "Got it."
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...I love it. I PROMISE THERE WILL BE VALENTINES DAY PORN TOMORROW WHEN MY HEAD HURTS LESS.
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Jaime landed next to her and let his armor slide away--she had seen him suit up, so the secret identity thing was kind of moot now anyway. He sucked at that. He looked around, bewildered. "Um... I was going to ask if you were all right, but I think maybe I should be asking him."
"He'll be fine," Lois said, leaning over to check his pockets for ID or any kind of damning evidence. "He'll have a hell of a headache though. Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. Um... Can I ask you a favor?"
She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "I know nothing about an exoskeleton or the color blue. How's that?"
He blinked in surprise. "Uh... thanks. I--kind of thought I'd have to work harder to convince you not to tell everyone."
Lois straightened and looked him in the eye. "I take my job very seriously, Jaime. But telling the world who you are would only hurt you and your friends and family and make it that much harder for you to do what you do, which as far as I can tell is only good. So no, I won't tell anyone anything because I didn't see anything. Are we clear?"
Jaime nodded, feeling intensely relieved. "We're clear. Thank you."
"Sure thing." She stuck her hands on her hips and surveyed the room. "Now, help me tie these losers up so we can get on with our day."
Jaime hesitated, but one look had him scurrying to do as she said. Heaven help him if Lois Lane ever joined forces with Bianca Reyes.
Or even worse, Milagro.
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STOP THAT, BRAIN. I HAVE HAITI FIC TO WRITE.
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I just posted one Haiti fic. I still have two more. Fortunately, they're all for friends who love me. :D
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