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Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format:
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
no subject
Fill
(I'm really bad at this 3 sentence thing)
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"I brought you something!" Chloe announced.
"For the last time, I don't want your old vibrator!" June snapped. "I don't care how expensive it is- it's unhygienic!"
"Don't be silly," Chloe said breezily. "I got us flowers!"
June turned around. Chloe's arms were filled with roses: dozens and dozens of them.
"Did you steal those?" June demanded. "You have to return them."
"Don't be such a fuddy-duddy." Chloe unceremoniously dumped the roses on the counter in a pile. "It's not like James will miss them."
June opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He really wouldn't mind. And if he did, for some reason, want several hundred roses back, he would know where to find them.
Chloe looked at June expectantly, as if waiting for her to say something.
June finally broke under her roommate's stare. "What?!" she snapped.
"You don't know what day it is, do you?" Chloe asked.
"International Literacy Day?"
"Oh, you." Chloe reached forward and ruffled June's hair, like she was a dog. "It's our anniversary!"
"Our what?" June looked around the apartment for signs Chloe had told people they were a lesbian couple looking to adopt again, but it was suspiciously empty. Even Eli was gone from his creeper perch in the window.
"We've been living together for a year!" Chloe grinned.
"It's only been a year?" June felt a sudden urge to drink until she blacked out.
"So to celebrate, James is taking us to a vodka launch! It's coffee-flavored, which is totally dumb, so you'll love it."
A year of living with Chloe had taught June to overlook the terrible, sociopathic commentary to find the nugget of gold underneath. "Great! What should I wear?"
"Nothing you own. Don't worry, I borrowed James's credit card. We're going shopping!" Chloe took June's arm and led her out of the apartment.
Re: Fill
"For the last time, I don't want your old vibrator!" June snapped. "I don't care how expensive it is- it's unhygienic!"
I sincerely hope this offer is not a common occurrence. D:
Re: Fill
Don't Trust the B- in Apartment 23 is one of far too many charming shows that got saddled with a terrible name. Fortunately for June, Chloe does not actually offer her old vibrators in canon (although she does have terrible boundary-breaking behavior and the morals of a pirate, so). Fortunately for both of them, the James they are referencing is actor James Van Der Beek (Dawson of Dawson's Creek), who play himself in the show, and is an absolute delight.
Grimm, Nick/Monroe/Rosalee
Finally he makes his purchases and heads across town to the cozy little cottage with the stained glass in the front door, the one that feels as much like home as his own house at this point.
Gourmet coffee for Monroe, red and white roses for Rosalee - both are ignored moments after they're given, as they surround him with love and acceptance and he suddenly wonders what he was ever worried about, as with words and touches they tell him what he should have known all along.
"We've waited for you, for so long..."
Re: Grimm, Nick/Monroe/Rosalee
Re: Grimm, Nick/Monroe/Rosalee
Marvel/My own Painkiller AU, Frank Castle & Joan & Dave
Dave buried his forefinger deep in the pile of spent coffee grounds from the day before.
"Eww," Joan made a disgusted face at him. Frank shrugged at her; sparing with words as he was, he did not go into the trouble of pointing out he'd used his own finger to get the stuff out from the coffee maker.
Dave commented: "This feels wrong - there should be a way to repurpose this."
"When I agreed to run a diner with you, I had no idea you would turn into such a hipster," Joan said, but she considered the question anyway. "Can't you use them as fertiliser - grow roses or some such?"
Frank's eyebrows rose above his cup.
"In Brooklyn?"
"You could grow stuff on fire escapes," Dave said, clearly getting lost in his idea of an urban organic paradise as he used to be in his videogames. Joan gave him another incredulous look.
"Fire. Escapes," Frank said, not incredulously but like a teacher explaining patiently to a child too slow on the uptake. Dave reacted by making an "oh!" sound and practically hiding himself in his cup.
"Don't ever block a tactical exit in a twenty mile radius of Frank," Joan giggled, and immediately found herself the only one not staring intently into her morning coffee.