Three line stories
I managed to actually write all my prompts for the three line stories fic meme, what odd miracle is this! And so of course I must commemorate by putting them all here.
Some of these are nonsense, because, um, a story in three lines? Have you met me and the endless stream of babble that is my default setting? Also, sometimes they just aren't three lines. Ha ha, rebellion!
For zombie_boogie : Parks and Rec, Leslie/Ben, sugar high
"--which brings us, of course, to the obvious conclusion: moon parks" is how Leslie finally ends the longest sentence known to man, twenty minutes after it started and courtesy of seven Sweetums Bars in a row (because sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get the job done, Leslie told him, and then followed it up with a DON'T TELL ANN so intense that Ben may never actually be able to speak to Ann again without feeling guilty), and Ben finds he can't really do much besides stare at her, because it's twelve thirty at night and she's crazy. Just, a crazy person.
"Moon parks," he says; "Maybe not totally practical, but -- sure, I like it," and she's like one big triumphant gleam as she answers, "Yeah, thought you might, Han Skywalker," and he says, "Um, actually that's not--" and she says, "Gotcha," and he says, "Not funny," and she says, "Well, kinda funny," and he says, "Not the funniest," and she says, "Oh, you know you love it"; he's not entirely sure what 'it' is, but he doesn't argue.
For crackers4jenn : Community, Jeff/Annie, ain't no damsel in distress
Annie chokes on a Teddy Graham at lunch. And performs the Heimlich on herself.
The cafeteria erupts into applause, and she waves regally while soothing her throat with the last of her Asian Pear White Tea Snapple; Jeff, for the record, puts on his I Don't Care face, because he doesn't care, and it's not like he's feeling useless, or replaced, or jealous; pfft, jealous of Annie's self-reliance and the fact that it's spared him from having to put his arms around her all age-inappropriately and give her the wrong idea and smell her stupid flowery shampoo, yeah right.
For crackers4jenn : The Office, Pam/Ryan, KELLY FINDS OUT.
It's stupid, the quick dumb whatever that happens between him and Pam, and Pam's the one who really has something to worry about. Pam's the one with Jim and a kid and a, like, actual family; Ryan's just got Kelly, and it's not like that's even ... whatever, like, most of the time Ryan's just trying to figure out how to not have Kelly anymore, or at least that's what he's gonna tell you if you ask.
But Kelly's the one who finds out, not Jim, and Kelly doesn't scream or key his car or throw all his shit out her bedroom window or stab him in the heart with a letter opener -- she just gets quiet, and she won't look at him no matter how softly he says her name; it's like the most scared that he's ever been, which is stupid.
For magpieinthesky : How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, three scotches
Barney's on scotch #3 and heartbreak #3, Nora's out of the picture, and Robin is across the booth from him, because he's her friend and this right here is what friends are for.
"Do you ever think we gave up too soon?" he asks; he doesn't need to add the on us part.
Sometimes she likes when he's sad, that kind of liking that makes your chest hurt in a bad/good way, because it reminds her that he's a human and she wasn't being completely stupid when she fell in love with him -- "Yeah," she says, "yeah, sometimes."
For sunshine_queen : Dollhouse, DeWitt/Dominic, So it's true, the trick is complete
"This will require certain sacrifices," she tells him when they first begin; she has explained this world and its consequences, sneaking inside the heart of Rossum to cut it into bits from its center, the war they must fight (discreetly, of course; she will trust it to no one else, trust the Attic to no one else, she likes to believe she would go herself if she could but she cannot know this for certain).
"I understand," he says, and to his credit, not once in three years does he flinch.
Deception, betrayal, revenge -- they put on a good show.
For darling_ashes : Dollhouse, DeWitt/Dominic, color coordination
"Seriously," Topher says, with one of those exhalations of incredulous laughter he is so good at, "you guys have to do this on purpose; am I right? Am I right?? I mean, look at you! Doc, back me up here--"
"You both look very nice," Dr. Saunders says, shooting Topher a weary warning look.
Adelle does not look at Mr. Dominic; Mr. Dominic does not look at her; she does not spend a few seconds idly daydreaming of what punishment will await Topher the next time he points out that their clothes just so happen to be rather complimentary, and she's sure Mr. Dominic doesn't either--
Well (she amends as she throws a glance at Mr. Dominic, who is in turn hurling a glance of very special loathing Topher's way) perhaps not so sure about that last one.
For miss_atom : Doctor Who, Eleven/River, lollipops (see here!)
For mayonegg : Glee, Puck/Lauren, champion
Since they're both badasses, Puck figures it's okay that he and Zizes have spent like the past five nights hanging out in her basement playing Uno; still, it's kinda weird to realize that this is like the best time he's ever had alone with a chick, and he's speaking as someone who's hung out with Santana's rack, a lot.
They split a Coke and there's something kind of nice about the rhythm they fall into (and he usually doesn't pay attention to rhythms unless there's sex or music involved): wild cards and reverses and skip-a-turn and draw four, bitch! and the score stays pretty even. He knows it'd piss her off if he let her win -- which is good, because he's not sure he gets how to let someone win at Uno (like, is that even possible?) -- and anyway, he likes it this way, where both of them are champions.
For winninghearts : 30 Rock, Liz/Wesley, hot soup
"This soup is hot," Wesley says, the way you'd say 'This giraffe is potato', and it dawns on Liz, ughhhhhh: "In England, you eat your soup cold, don't you?"
"Don't be silly," he says -- and then, all appreciative and nostalgic: "A pleasantly tepid room temperature is just the thing for proper 'soup,' as you Yanks call it -- nothing says delicious like 12 degrees celsius, believe you me, Liz--"
I opened a SOUP CAN and figured out the NEW MICROWAVE for you! Liz is tempted to yell, but then he shuts up without her having to tell him to and says, "Thank you. I know all about your enmity with the new microwave," and she thinks, Oh God, is this ... working?
For ever_neutral : Angel, Wes/Cordy, your last disaster
"Uh, nuh uh, you back yourself up, mister! Do you not remember what happened the last time we were in this position? I'll give you a hint: disaster."
"This is hardly the time for nostalgia, Cordelia!" Wesley huffs, because it is not; it's one thing in the stacks of the Sunnydale High School Library, and it's quite another when Cordelia will drop dead in under a minute if she does not kiss another living, breathing human being (and it's not as though Angel is any help in that department). Bloody dark magic.
"Oh, fine," Cordy says, wrinkling her nose like a child being force-fed a spoonful of the foulest medicine known to man -- very flattering -- and they lean in and kiss. ... and kiss -- and kiss --
"Uh," Angel says, "you guys? I could use some help with the ... demon fighting ... if you're not ... too busy--"
"That kissing was purely professional!" Cordelia gasps, pulling away abruptly. "And ... gross!"
"Very gross," Wesley says faintly. "Revolting, really."
"Yeah! Thank God that's over with," Cordelia says, scoffing.
"Yeah," Wesley contributes, with oh, such sincerity.
Then they join Angel in the demon-fighting. Rather gladly.
For luna_lovegood21 : Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Elizabeth, something sexy
"The last time we were stranded on an island," says Elizabeth -- Captain Elizabeth, Elizabeth the Pirate King, looking like she ought to: clothes all a-tatter, saltwater drying on her skin and in her hair, "you tried to get me drunk."
"As I recall, Lizzie my pet," Jack retorts, "you didn't need much persuading. Also, you were lying."
"No rum now," she says, and knocks her shoulder against his; muses airily, "whatever shall we do to pass the time?"
He swallows.
Some of these are nonsense, because, um, a story in three lines? Have you met me and the endless stream of babble that is my default setting? Also, sometimes they just aren't three lines. Ha ha, rebellion!
For zombie_boogie : Parks and Rec, Leslie/Ben, sugar high
"--which brings us, of course, to the obvious conclusion: moon parks" is how Leslie finally ends the longest sentence known to man, twenty minutes after it started and courtesy of seven Sweetums Bars in a row (because sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get the job done, Leslie told him, and then followed it up with a DON'T TELL ANN so intense that Ben may never actually be able to speak to Ann again without feeling guilty), and Ben finds he can't really do much besides stare at her, because it's twelve thirty at night and she's crazy. Just, a crazy person.
"Moon parks," he says; "Maybe not totally practical, but -- sure, I like it," and she's like one big triumphant gleam as she answers, "Yeah, thought you might, Han Skywalker," and he says, "Um, actually that's not--" and she says, "Gotcha," and he says, "Not funny," and she says, "Well, kinda funny," and he says, "Not the funniest," and she says, "Oh, you know you love it"; he's not entirely sure what 'it' is, but he doesn't argue.
For crackers4jenn : Community, Jeff/Annie, ain't no damsel in distress
Annie chokes on a Teddy Graham at lunch. And performs the Heimlich on herself.
The cafeteria erupts into applause, and she waves regally while soothing her throat with the last of her Asian Pear White Tea Snapple; Jeff, for the record, puts on his I Don't Care face, because he doesn't care, and it's not like he's feeling useless, or replaced, or jealous; pfft, jealous of Annie's self-reliance and the fact that it's spared him from having to put his arms around her all age-inappropriately and give her the wrong idea and smell her stupid flowery shampoo, yeah right.
For crackers4jenn : The Office, Pam/Ryan, KELLY FINDS OUT.
It's stupid, the quick dumb whatever that happens between him and Pam, and Pam's the one who really has something to worry about. Pam's the one with Jim and a kid and a, like, actual family; Ryan's just got Kelly, and it's not like that's even ... whatever, like, most of the time Ryan's just trying to figure out how to not have Kelly anymore, or at least that's what he's gonna tell you if you ask.
But Kelly's the one who finds out, not Jim, and Kelly doesn't scream or key his car or throw all his shit out her bedroom window or stab him in the heart with a letter opener -- she just gets quiet, and she won't look at him no matter how softly he says her name; it's like the most scared that he's ever been, which is stupid.
For magpieinthesky : How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, three scotches
Barney's on scotch #3 and heartbreak #3, Nora's out of the picture, and Robin is across the booth from him, because he's her friend and this right here is what friends are for.
"Do you ever think we gave up too soon?" he asks; he doesn't need to add the on us part.
Sometimes she likes when he's sad, that kind of liking that makes your chest hurt in a bad/good way, because it reminds her that he's a human and she wasn't being completely stupid when she fell in love with him -- "Yeah," she says, "yeah, sometimes."
For sunshine_queen : Dollhouse, DeWitt/Dominic, So it's true, the trick is complete
"This will require certain sacrifices," she tells him when they first begin; she has explained this world and its consequences, sneaking inside the heart of Rossum to cut it into bits from its center, the war they must fight (discreetly, of course; she will trust it to no one else, trust the Attic to no one else, she likes to believe she would go herself if she could but she cannot know this for certain).
"I understand," he says, and to his credit, not once in three years does he flinch.
Deception, betrayal, revenge -- they put on a good show.
For darling_ashes : Dollhouse, DeWitt/Dominic, color coordination
"Seriously," Topher says, with one of those exhalations of incredulous laughter he is so good at, "you guys have to do this on purpose; am I right? Am I right?? I mean, look at you! Doc, back me up here--"
"You both look very nice," Dr. Saunders says, shooting Topher a weary warning look.
Adelle does not look at Mr. Dominic; Mr. Dominic does not look at her; she does not spend a few seconds idly daydreaming of what punishment will await Topher the next time he points out that their clothes just so happen to be rather complimentary, and she's sure Mr. Dominic doesn't either--
Well (she amends as she throws a glance at Mr. Dominic, who is in turn hurling a glance of very special loathing Topher's way) perhaps not so sure about that last one.
For miss_atom : Doctor Who, Eleven/River, lollipops (see here!)
For mayonegg : Glee, Puck/Lauren, champion
Since they're both badasses, Puck figures it's okay that he and Zizes have spent like the past five nights hanging out in her basement playing Uno; still, it's kinda weird to realize that this is like the best time he's ever had alone with a chick, and he's speaking as someone who's hung out with Santana's rack, a lot.
They split a Coke and there's something kind of nice about the rhythm they fall into (and he usually doesn't pay attention to rhythms unless there's sex or music involved): wild cards and reverses and skip-a-turn and draw four, bitch! and the score stays pretty even. He knows it'd piss her off if he let her win -- which is good, because he's not sure he gets how to let someone win at Uno (like, is that even possible?) -- and anyway, he likes it this way, where both of them are champions.
For winninghearts : 30 Rock, Liz/Wesley, hot soup
"This soup is hot," Wesley says, the way you'd say 'This giraffe is potato', and it dawns on Liz, ughhhhhh: "In England, you eat your soup cold, don't you?"
"Don't be silly," he says -- and then, all appreciative and nostalgic: "A pleasantly tepid room temperature is just the thing for proper 'soup,' as you Yanks call it -- nothing says delicious like 12 degrees celsius, believe you me, Liz--"
I opened a SOUP CAN and figured out the NEW MICROWAVE for you! Liz is tempted to yell, but then he shuts up without her having to tell him to and says, "Thank you. I know all about your enmity with the new microwave," and she thinks, Oh God, is this ... working?
For ever_neutral : Angel, Wes/Cordy, your last disaster
"Uh, nuh uh, you back yourself up, mister! Do you not remember what happened the last time we were in this position? I'll give you a hint: disaster."
"This is hardly the time for nostalgia, Cordelia!" Wesley huffs, because it is not; it's one thing in the stacks of the Sunnydale High School Library, and it's quite another when Cordelia will drop dead in under a minute if she does not kiss another living, breathing human being (and it's not as though Angel is any help in that department). Bloody dark magic.
"Oh, fine," Cordy says, wrinkling her nose like a child being force-fed a spoonful of the foulest medicine known to man -- very flattering -- and they lean in and kiss. ... and kiss -- and kiss --
"Uh," Angel says, "you guys? I could use some help with the ... demon fighting ... if you're not ... too busy--"
"That kissing was purely professional!" Cordelia gasps, pulling away abruptly. "And ... gross!"
"Very gross," Wesley says faintly. "Revolting, really."
"Yeah! Thank God that's over with," Cordelia says, scoffing.
"Yeah," Wesley contributes, with oh, such sincerity.
Then they join Angel in the demon-fighting. Rather gladly.
For luna_lovegood21 : Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Elizabeth, something sexy
"The last time we were stranded on an island," says Elizabeth -- Captain Elizabeth, Elizabeth the Pirate King, looking like she ought to: clothes all a-tatter, saltwater drying on her skin and in her hair, "you tried to get me drunk."
"As I recall, Lizzie my pet," Jack retorts, "you didn't need much persuading. Also, you were lying."
"No rum now," she says, and knocks her shoulder against his; muses airily, "whatever shall we do to pass the time?"
He swallows.