just the thing (prompts post)
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give me two characters I write (from two different canons or two different bands, please), and a prompt, and I'll tell you about one time they kiss.
anything from my interests is fair game, as is anything you've seen me flailing over recently. responses likely, but not guaranteed.
soundslikej:give me two characters I write (from two different canons or two different bands, please), and a prompt, and I'll tell you about one time they kiss.
anything from my interests is fair game, as is anything you've seen me flailing over recently. responses likely, but not guaranteed.
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Date: 2011-04-06 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-06 04:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-06 04:53 pm (UTC)I cheated a little :D
Date: 2011-04-06 05:45 pm (UTC)She poked at the pile of legal documents, hoping they would magically unravel into the lovely sense-making sort of texts she dimly remembered her textbooks at UCLA being. She did get good marks, or she wouldn't have been here, but this was beyond everything she's ever attempted before.
Someone cleared their throat and she looked up, blinking until she recognized one of the counsels. In fact, the very counsel who had asked Tennessee to help out with research. The unfairly attractive counsel who had asked Tennessee for help, even.
"I'm dreadfully sorry, Ms. Hayes," she said before she could stop herself.
"Why's that?" Tennessee really liked her smile. It was quite unfortunate that she was about to stop smiling because Tennessee who should never have been allowed into law school, let alone given a White House internship.
"Because I can't find what you need, you see, and so you won't be able to finish the brief tonight--"
Ms Hayes waved her silent. "I knew it was a tough one when I gave it to you," she said. "The thing is, Sam Seaborn doesn't think we can do this, but Sam is often wrong, and since we have until the morning to finish the brief, I thought I'd come out here and help you look for the answer we need."
Tennessee blinked. "You really--you do believe there's an answer."
"I do. I think it's in that pile, and I think we're going to order pizza and then stay here until we figure it out."
"It's that important to, er, show up Sam?"
Ms Hayes looked a little embarrassed for a second. "No," she said, "Well, yes, but also, the president wants this."
That was that.
And it was four hours later, while debating the relative merits of fish and chips, that Tennessee found what they needed, and it was ten hours later, shifting a laptop between them, that they finished the brief, and then it was another hour before Ms Hayes told Tennessee to call her Ainsley and sent her home to sleep.
The kiss, that didn't happen until the last day of Tennessee's internship. But it was well worth the wait.
Re: I cheated a little :D
Date: 2011-04-06 05:47 pm (UTC)Re: I cheated a little :D
Date: 2011-04-16 04:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-06 05:04 pm (UTC)I think I'm missing the reference in your prompt, BUT.
Date: 2011-04-07 09:08 pm (UTC)Steph's swearing to herself as she sneaks backstage to get into costume and get her gear working (Barbara made her promise never to take Ivy on without backup, but she doesn't have any, so she'll at least wear her comm). The equipment closet is just as comfortable as the name implies, and seriously, she hates her life.
Barbara mutters something about "Not as much as I hate mine" when Steph says that part out loud, but Steph ignores her. She may have had to interrupt her date to help Steph out, but at least she's not hip-deep in--slime?
"Since when do you deal in slime?" she yells, managing to pull herself out by getting on the drum riser and then vaulting off to hit Ivy where she's dangling from the rafters (apparently she brought her own vines).
"Since forever," Ivy says, voice low and laughing. "It's plant-based. And I thought I'd test it out on the band, just because."
Steph glances down. Sure enough, there are musicians trapped in the slime that's oozing everywhere. Her fucking life, ladies and gentlemen.
It's hard to fight while hanging from a vine (there's a lot of hair-pulling), and it's even harder to avoid Ivy's many ways of making you very agreeable indeed, but Steph eventually manages to slam them into a wall and then she sighs in relief because Barbara mutters something about Ivy-proof back-up, which, thank god for aliens, really.
Supergirl swoops in and carries Ivy off so beautifully, Steph doesn't even mind getting left with the clean-up. Especially not once she gets to the bassist and he's not staring wistfully off into space after Supergirl and Ivy.
No, he's cleaning his glasses and tilting his head at her. "So," he says. And pauses.
Steph keeps working on getting him loose while she waits.
"I don't suppose you do coffee, do you?" he says, a tiny smile on his lips.
"...I could," she hears herself saying, and distantly she hears Barbara sigh. Heavily. Steph prudently turns her comm off, though she has no illusions that Babs isn't watching through other means. (And she hopes she gets an eyeful OR an earful when Mikey kisses her under a lamp post. Steph supposes her life isn't always all that bad.)
Re: I think I'm missing the reference in your prompt, BUT.
Date: 2011-04-08 02:54 am (UTC)(And the reference is less of a reference and more of a joke about poor pre-Crisis Jason. I can't seem to find the panel, but right after Bruce makes him Robin, Jason says something about how he doesn't need to be careful because the power of Robin will ~protect him~ or something and I JUST LOVE THAT THOUGHT A LOT even as it makes me weep, because doesn't that just sum up Jason and Steph to a t? &them;)
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Date: 2011-04-06 08:00 pm (UTC)please excuse my horrible attempt at regency...
Date: 2011-04-09 07:14 pm (UTC)"Bryar," she said, unable to keep from smiling. "I didn't realize today was the day you meant to visit, I apologize."
Lieutenant Bryar had recently taken up residence in their neighborhood, and when they ran into each other in the village, Jane had found herself caught up in a conversation about the way people inevitably found the simplest way of looking at a situation and would never budge from that interpretation. She'd quite forgotten that she'd meant to purchase new curtains in her delight over Bryar's clear and wry way of looking at the world. She'd also promised to lend him a particular book, which was why he was here now.
Bryar looked a little embarrassed. "It's entirely possible I said Friday, but I was passing by, and I thought, and your housekeeper sent me in--were you busy? I could leave."
"No, not at all, I'm very glad to see you." She pushed her papers away from her and rose to motion him over to the sofa. "Please sit," she said.
"I meant to ask," he said, after they'd gotten through news about his family and hers, and after they'd both laughed over the very silly sermon that Mr Pallmeyer had held last Sunday. "I meant to ask, what were you writing?"
She swallowed and intended to say something about a letter, but instead she blurted, "it's a novel. Of sorts. A story?"
Because he seemed determined to defy all her expectations he refused to be shocked at all, and instead he smiled this small smile that made her smile helplessly back and said, "I've no doubt it's very good. I'd love to read it, if you would be comfortable allowing me to."
"I would," she said, surprising herself again. "I really would. I--yes. It's not fit to be seen yet, but when it is, I'd love your opinion on it."
They spoke for a little longer, she gave him the promised book, and he kissed her hand when he left, politely and courteously, yet she could not stop thinking about the way he looked at her when he released her hand. Perhaps he would come visit her soon, to bring back the book. She certainly hoped he would.
Re: please excuse my horrible attempt at regency...
Date: 2011-04-10 01:50 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2011-04-06 10:06 pm (UTC)they count as from two different bands, so that works! :D
Date: 2011-04-10 03:50 pm (UTC)But it was okay, Z thought, shifting a little closer again, it was okay, because when he was drunk like this, Ryan was less prickly (she would have recognized the sharpness of band difficulties even if she hadn't known Ryan had started a new band) and he talked about anything that came into his head and made her talk too, made her tell him stories and it was easy to cuddle him like this. She'd tried not to want him as more of a friend (she was good at attracting the emotionally complicated, which seemed to disprove the whole adage about opposites attracting, but that didn't mean she didn't know it would be smart to avoid another difficult situation), but sometimes it was very difficult not to. Want, that is.
He stroked her cheek a little, his eyes way too clear for being as drunk as they both were. "Hey," he said again.
"Don't wake Tennessee up," she whispered, because her drummer was asleep on the floor behind them in a nest of pillows.
"I wouldn't," he whispered. "She was really tired."
Z nodded. She was. Tennessee often had too much to think about, and so she was often tired.
"Are you sleepy too?" Ryan whispered, and somehow he shifted a little closer without making them fall off (this couch was not exactly made for two).
"No," Z said (totally lying, even if Ryan's hand stroking her cheek was making her less tired and more achy). "No, I'm not." And then, because she was drunk and as such had a perfectly acceptable vodka alibi, she leaned in the last two inches and kissed Ryan lightly, so lightly, except she felt the weight behind it and knew this time there'd be no avoiding any train wreck at all. But maybe they'd stay on the rails together, somehow.
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Date: 2011-04-07 12:12 am (UTC)