[Fic][Meme] All in a tangle
As if I would ever do a meme the proper way. pffff
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1) Hold my hand
Dan locks the door to the office and rubs his forehead right where the knot of tension is pulsing unhappily. It doesn't help. He leans back against the door, lets himself slide down until he hits the ground. It's cold out here. He watches his breath fog up into the sky, then closes his eyes against the stars.
"Hey."
Laurie is leaning against the wall, just out of reach. Her hair shines as it whips in the wind. She glances at him out the corner of her eye, idly flicks the ash off her cigarette.
Dan looks up at her.
"I miss him."
She blows grey smoke out her nostrils and bites her lip in thought.
"I ... He was a good man."
Dan hums in response.
The two of them stay like that as she smokes her cigarette down to the filter. The glowing cherry is hypnotic, drawing Dan's eyes until it damps under the heel of Laurie's boot. He starts when she holds out a hand.
"There's a coffee place down the street. Wanna go get something warm?"
He pauses, then laughs under his breath.
"Hell, why not?"
Her fingers are warm as they twine with his.
2) Start the conversation
Diana was flying along the corridors of the Watchtower when she saw a very familiar shadow making its way across the hall. Curious, she floated down and waved.
"How are you today, Batman?"
She certainly wasn't expecting him to jerk back and stare. Crossing her arms over her chest, she raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something on my face?"
"No." A shake of his head seemed to clear whatever misgivings Batman carried. "Your behaviour was... out of the ordinary?"
"I'm sorry?"
He shrugged and started walking again, trusting her to follow.
"Most people don't willingly seek me out."
With a laugh, Diana landed, walking at Batman's side.
"Your conversation does leave something to be desired at times"
"Hmm..." His lip twitched into something that was barely a smile. "Yet you still seek it out."
Diana aimed a sidelong glance his way, smirking as she flipped her hair over her shoulder
"I'm not one to be afraid of the Big Bad Bat."
3) Be loyal
Kyle's ring is out of charge and he's hanging in a prison cell on an alien planet in the middle of the uncharted sectors, bruised and battered. His captors are snarling at each other in their alien dialect that isn't German, but sounds a hell of a lot like it, snapping their jaws and making threatening movements his way... and he should be scared.
But he's not.
The big one with the scar down its (his?) face pushes the little one to the side and surges forward to cuff Kyle upside the head again.
"Speak."
He should be focussing on the danger of this situation. Instead, his brain catches on the mangled accent that Scar produces when he attempts to speak English, and he laughs.
That earns him another cuff and a punch to the gut.
"Speak!"
"I-" Kyle coughs, and tries to get his breath back. It's hard when you're trying to suck air back in and laugh it out at the same time. "My..."
He's laughing too hard. Scar growls and Bitty (the other, little one) steps in now, getting right up in Kyle's space.
"If you speak, we will stop."
Kyle stops laughing, but the humour still gleams in his eyes.
"Shan't. Also, your breath smells rank and I'm not telling you anything, so you may as well give up now."
Bitty makes as if to move in for his turn punching Kyle. Before he makes it, though, the wall abruptly bursts inward. As Kyle blinks away the afterimages from the bright wave of green, he hears screaming and crunching and a very unqiue litany of cursing. When his eyes finally clear, he's not surprised at what he sees.
"Took you long enough."
Guy breaks his bonds with a flicker of will and a construct axe, catching Kyle as he stumbles forward. Instead of responding to Kyle's comment, he pulls him close and kisses him hard. And that just sets Kyle to laughing again as he flings his arms around Guy's neck.
4) Forgive me
"I'm sorry."
Luke stands at their doorstep looking dejected.
"Uh-huh."
"I really fucked up."
It's midnight and he's holding a particularly battered bouquet of flowers, looking pretty windblown himself. There's a leaf stuck to his head, plastered on by the damp of the rain. She rolls her eyes and stands on tip-toe to peel it off.
"Come inside and get dry, idiot. If you catch a cold, I'm so not babying your sad ass through it."
There's a vaguely annoyed expression on her face, but she grabs the flowers as she turns on her heel, and she's trusting Luke to lock the door behind himself. That's something.
Luke smiles ruefully as he peels another leaf off his neck.
He can work with something.
5) Take me as I am
Iolande is smart. Iolande is smart and beautiful and graceful and everything-ful a lot of the time and Soranik loves her to pieces.
Iolande is also a gods bedamned furnace and the moment she falls asleep, she clings to the first thing she can wrap her limbs around, which is usually Soranik.
Now, Soranik loves a good cuddle, and she doesn't mind some warmth, but under the thick, luxurious duvets that Iolande had insisted be piled onto their bed, the situation becomes uncomfortable to an extreme. This is the seventh time in as many nights that Soranik has woken up with a start, feeling sweaty and smothered and more than a little sleep-deprived.
Grumbling, she pulls herself out of Iolande's embrace and marches out of the bedroom. Iolande doesn't wake up until her partner comes back through the door, cursing under her breath and using a ring construct to half drag, half carry the sofa into their bedroom.
"Dearest?"
"Yes, Iolande?"
The annoyance in Soranik's voice makes Iolande pause, but only for half a moment.
"You realize that with the couch in here, we have barely a handkerchief's worth of floor remaining?"
"Yes, princess, I am well aware of that fact."
"Ah." Another pause, as Iolande rubs her eyes and yawns, then she pipes up again. "So ... with that in mind, I have to ask: Why exactly did you move the couch in here?"
The couch thumps onto the floor and Soranik starts heaping blankets and pillows from the linen closet onto its cushions.
"Iolande, I love you and cherish you and really, really enjoy sleeping with you, but actually sleeping with you is an exercise in frustration which I simply can't tolerate any longer."
"I... see?"
She didn't, which was obvious, so Soranik explained further.
"Iolande, you like being hot when you sleep, and you cling with more perseverance than Starro. I need a much cooler temperature, or I can't sleep properly.It's not your fault, it just... is."
"Oh." Iolande mulls over this as Soranik neatens her bed, Finally, when Soranik has snuggled under her sheets, Iolande crawls to the foot of the bed and leans over the arm of the couch to kiss Soranik on the forehead.
"I love you, even if your sleeping habits are bizzare."
Soranik smiles as she tips her head to meet Iolande's lips with her own.
"Right back at you, princess."
6) Laugh with me
As they lie side-by-side on their respective medbay berths, Booster looks over at Ted.
"Next time, we use Kool-Aid instead of paint?"
Ted looks back.
"Sounds like a plan, buddy."
It only takes a little bit of wiggling to manage the mid-bed fistbump, which was totally worth the hastle. After it's over, they grin at each other and burst into laughter at exactly the same time.
"BWAH-HA-HA-HA!"
7) Push me
"It's stuffy and miserable and you've been here all day, even though it's beautiful outside. C'mon, we're going for a walk."
With those fateful words, Matthew Murdock had been forcefully dragged from the comfort of his office. Now, wrapped in the dubious protection of his winter coat, he is trudging along in the wake of one much too cheerful Danny Rand.
It's cold, you see, and Matt doesn't like it one bit.
Cold weather numbs the tips of his ears and blocks up his nose, leaving him even more blind than normal. That, added to the fact that he left his hat and gloves back at the office, means that Matt is rather miserable at the moment.
Danny, on the other hand, is flourishing. Matt can hear it in the tone of his voice, the echoes of his boucing stride. It's absolutely disgusting.
"You're disgusting."
"And the sno- Wait, what?"
That stops Danny in his tracks.
Matt knows that he's going to regret his words, but he's just annoyed enough that he lets his mouth run more than it should.
"No one should be that cheery when it's this cold outside."
He harumphs and somehow tucks his chin even deeper into his collar, sniffling.
Danny siddles closer and suddenly the wind isn't sending chilly little fingers down Matt's neck anymore.
"That better?"
It is, but it wouldn't do to make Danny think that a shared scarf is going to make up for all of this, so Matt makes him wait a while for a response, then grunts "No."
And if he's leaning into Danny, that's soley for heat purposes. Of course. Because you don't lean into your boyfriend for any other reason when you're pissed off at him for dragging you out into the icy cold of a New York winter.
Granted, Danny doesn't seem to realize this, because he laughs and wraps an arm around Matt, tugging him close.
"Aww, don't get all grumpy on me. I swear, the moment winter hits, you turn into a bear."
"I don't hibernate. I just hate being cold."
"And it makes you grumpy. Like a bear."
Danny laughs, and Matt snorts.
"I'm not admitting anything until I get cocoa from that stand down the way."
"Not cider? I had a craving for cinnamon..."
Matt raps Danny's ankle with his cane, but sighs in a longsuffering manner and gives in.
"I guess I might willing to compromise, as long as I get compensated properly for my sacrifices."
"Oh look, the devious lawyer negotiating skills are back!" Far from upset about this, Danny sounds pleased. He nudges Matt playfully. "Admit it. I was right about dragging you out of your cave."
Matt hums and changes the subject, not quite ready to admit to anything. He snakes his free arm around Danny's waist, though, tucking his hand into the pocket of his coat.
8) Come to me for help
Jan whirls into Hank's apartment before he finishes opening the door, cutting him off as he attempts a greeting.
"Hank, I'm going to be a superhero."
"Um...?"
She laughs and throws her arms in the air, as if she might burst upwards into flight.
"I saw Iron Man and Thor on the news today and they were fantastic! It was all 'BAM' and 'POW' and 'ZOT' and all those people...!"
Jan is always like this, flitting about, effervescent as a dragon fly, graceful as any member of Vespoidea, only Jan could never be small. Her presence fills the room, blotting out all the other details.
"I'm going to save people just like they did. Can you help me do that, Hank?"
There's steel in her eyes when her gaze meets his. She's utterly serious about this.
"I..."
Everything snaps into place. This is something he can do for her. She's coming to him because he's the only one who can help.
Hank smiles so hard that his cheeks hurt as he grabs Jan's sleeve and tugs her into his lab.
"I have just the thing."
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1) Hold my hand
Dan locks the door to the office and rubs his forehead right where the knot of tension is pulsing unhappily. It doesn't help. He leans back against the door, lets himself slide down until he hits the ground. It's cold out here. He watches his breath fog up into the sky, then closes his eyes against the stars.
"Hey."
Laurie is leaning against the wall, just out of reach. Her hair shines as it whips in the wind. She glances at him out the corner of her eye, idly flicks the ash off her cigarette.
Dan looks up at her.
"I miss him."
She blows grey smoke out her nostrils and bites her lip in thought.
"I ... He was a good man."
Dan hums in response.
The two of them stay like that as she smokes her cigarette down to the filter. The glowing cherry is hypnotic, drawing Dan's eyes until it damps under the heel of Laurie's boot. He starts when she holds out a hand.
"There's a coffee place down the street. Wanna go get something warm?"
He pauses, then laughs under his breath.
"Hell, why not?"
Her fingers are warm as they twine with his.
2) Start the conversation
Diana was flying along the corridors of the Watchtower when she saw a very familiar shadow making its way across the hall. Curious, she floated down and waved.
"How are you today, Batman?"
She certainly wasn't expecting him to jerk back and stare. Crossing her arms over her chest, she raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something on my face?"
"No." A shake of his head seemed to clear whatever misgivings Batman carried. "Your behaviour was... out of the ordinary?"
"I'm sorry?"
He shrugged and started walking again, trusting her to follow.
"Most people don't willingly seek me out."
With a laugh, Diana landed, walking at Batman's side.
"Your conversation does leave something to be desired at times"
"Hmm..." His lip twitched into something that was barely a smile. "Yet you still seek it out."
Diana aimed a sidelong glance his way, smirking as she flipped her hair over her shoulder
"I'm not one to be afraid of the Big Bad Bat."
3) Be loyal
Kyle's ring is out of charge and he's hanging in a prison cell on an alien planet in the middle of the uncharted sectors, bruised and battered. His captors are snarling at each other in their alien dialect that isn't German, but sounds a hell of a lot like it, snapping their jaws and making threatening movements his way... and he should be scared.
But he's not.
The big one with the scar down its (his?) face pushes the little one to the side and surges forward to cuff Kyle upside the head again.
"Speak."
He should be focussing on the danger of this situation. Instead, his brain catches on the mangled accent that Scar produces when he attempts to speak English, and he laughs.
That earns him another cuff and a punch to the gut.
"Speak!"
"I-" Kyle coughs, and tries to get his breath back. It's hard when you're trying to suck air back in and laugh it out at the same time. "My..."
He's laughing too hard. Scar growls and Bitty (the other, little one) steps in now, getting right up in Kyle's space.
"If you speak, we will stop."
Kyle stops laughing, but the humour still gleams in his eyes.
"Shan't. Also, your breath smells rank and I'm not telling you anything, so you may as well give up now."
Bitty makes as if to move in for his turn punching Kyle. Before he makes it, though, the wall abruptly bursts inward. As Kyle blinks away the afterimages from the bright wave of green, he hears screaming and crunching and a very unqiue litany of cursing. When his eyes finally clear, he's not surprised at what he sees.
"Took you long enough."
Guy breaks his bonds with a flicker of will and a construct axe, catching Kyle as he stumbles forward. Instead of responding to Kyle's comment, he pulls him close and kisses him hard. And that just sets Kyle to laughing again as he flings his arms around Guy's neck.
4) Forgive me
"I'm sorry."
Luke stands at their doorstep looking dejected.
"Uh-huh."
"I really fucked up."
It's midnight and he's holding a particularly battered bouquet of flowers, looking pretty windblown himself. There's a leaf stuck to his head, plastered on by the damp of the rain. She rolls her eyes and stands on tip-toe to peel it off.
"Come inside and get dry, idiot. If you catch a cold, I'm so not babying your sad ass through it."
There's a vaguely annoyed expression on her face, but she grabs the flowers as she turns on her heel, and she's trusting Luke to lock the door behind himself. That's something.
Luke smiles ruefully as he peels another leaf off his neck.
He can work with something.
5) Take me as I am
Iolande is smart. Iolande is smart and beautiful and graceful and everything-ful a lot of the time and Soranik loves her to pieces.
Iolande is also a gods bedamned furnace and the moment she falls asleep, she clings to the first thing she can wrap her limbs around, which is usually Soranik.
Now, Soranik loves a good cuddle, and she doesn't mind some warmth, but under the thick, luxurious duvets that Iolande had insisted be piled onto their bed, the situation becomes uncomfortable to an extreme. This is the seventh time in as many nights that Soranik has woken up with a start, feeling sweaty and smothered and more than a little sleep-deprived.
Grumbling, she pulls herself out of Iolande's embrace and marches out of the bedroom. Iolande doesn't wake up until her partner comes back through the door, cursing under her breath and using a ring construct to half drag, half carry the sofa into their bedroom.
"Dearest?"
"Yes, Iolande?"
The annoyance in Soranik's voice makes Iolande pause, but only for half a moment.
"You realize that with the couch in here, we have barely a handkerchief's worth of floor remaining?"
"Yes, princess, I am well aware of that fact."
"Ah." Another pause, as Iolande rubs her eyes and yawns, then she pipes up again. "So ... with that in mind, I have to ask: Why exactly did you move the couch in here?"
The couch thumps onto the floor and Soranik starts heaping blankets and pillows from the linen closet onto its cushions.
"Iolande, I love you and cherish you and really, really enjoy sleeping with you, but actually sleeping with you is an exercise in frustration which I simply can't tolerate any longer."
"I... see?"
She didn't, which was obvious, so Soranik explained further.
"Iolande, you like being hot when you sleep, and you cling with more perseverance than Starro. I need a much cooler temperature, or I can't sleep properly.It's not your fault, it just... is."
"Oh." Iolande mulls over this as Soranik neatens her bed, Finally, when Soranik has snuggled under her sheets, Iolande crawls to the foot of the bed and leans over the arm of the couch to kiss Soranik on the forehead.
"I love you, even if your sleeping habits are bizzare."
Soranik smiles as she tips her head to meet Iolande's lips with her own.
"Right back at you, princess."
6) Laugh with me
As they lie side-by-side on their respective medbay berths, Booster looks over at Ted.
"Next time, we use Kool-Aid instead of paint?"
Ted looks back.
"Sounds like a plan, buddy."
It only takes a little bit of wiggling to manage the mid-bed fistbump, which was totally worth the hastle. After it's over, they grin at each other and burst into laughter at exactly the same time.
"BWAH-HA-HA-HA!"
7) Push me
"It's stuffy and miserable and you've been here all day, even though it's beautiful outside. C'mon, we're going for a walk."
With those fateful words, Matthew Murdock had been forcefully dragged from the comfort of his office. Now, wrapped in the dubious protection of his winter coat, he is trudging along in the wake of one much too cheerful Danny Rand.
It's cold, you see, and Matt doesn't like it one bit.
Cold weather numbs the tips of his ears and blocks up his nose, leaving him even more blind than normal. That, added to the fact that he left his hat and gloves back at the office, means that Matt is rather miserable at the moment.
Danny, on the other hand, is flourishing. Matt can hear it in the tone of his voice, the echoes of his boucing stride. It's absolutely disgusting.
"You're disgusting."
"And the sno- Wait, what?"
That stops Danny in his tracks.
Matt knows that he's going to regret his words, but he's just annoyed enough that he lets his mouth run more than it should.
"No one should be that cheery when it's this cold outside."
He harumphs and somehow tucks his chin even deeper into his collar, sniffling.
Danny siddles closer and suddenly the wind isn't sending chilly little fingers down Matt's neck anymore.
"That better?"
It is, but it wouldn't do to make Danny think that a shared scarf is going to make up for all of this, so Matt makes him wait a while for a response, then grunts "No."
And if he's leaning into Danny, that's soley for heat purposes. Of course. Because you don't lean into your boyfriend for any other reason when you're pissed off at him for dragging you out into the icy cold of a New York winter.
Granted, Danny doesn't seem to realize this, because he laughs and wraps an arm around Matt, tugging him close.
"Aww, don't get all grumpy on me. I swear, the moment winter hits, you turn into a bear."
"I don't hibernate. I just hate being cold."
"And it makes you grumpy. Like a bear."
Danny laughs, and Matt snorts.
"I'm not admitting anything until I get cocoa from that stand down the way."
"Not cider? I had a craving for cinnamon..."
Matt raps Danny's ankle with his cane, but sighs in a longsuffering manner and gives in.
"I guess I might willing to compromise, as long as I get compensated properly for my sacrifices."
"Oh look, the devious lawyer negotiating skills are back!" Far from upset about this, Danny sounds pleased. He nudges Matt playfully. "Admit it. I was right about dragging you out of your cave."
Matt hums and changes the subject, not quite ready to admit to anything. He snakes his free arm around Danny's waist, though, tucking his hand into the pocket of his coat.
8) Come to me for help
Jan whirls into Hank's apartment before he finishes opening the door, cutting him off as he attempts a greeting.
"Hank, I'm going to be a superhero."
"Um...?"
She laughs and throws her arms in the air, as if she might burst upwards into flight.
"I saw Iron Man and Thor on the news today and they were fantastic! It was all 'BAM' and 'POW' and 'ZOT' and all those people...!"
Jan is always like this, flitting about, effervescent as a dragon fly, graceful as any member of Vespoidea, only Jan could never be small. Her presence fills the room, blotting out all the other details.
"I'm going to save people just like they did. Can you help me do that, Hank?"
There's steel in her eyes when her gaze meets his. She's utterly serious about this.
"I..."
Everything snaps into place. This is something he can do for her. She's coming to him because he's the only one who can help.
Hank smiles so hard that his cheeks hurt as he grabs Jan's sleeve and tugs her into his lab.
"I have just the thing."
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.