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Since I can't seem to settle tonight, and I'm behind on my writing, I'm asking for drabble prompts.
Currently, I'm writing in a fairly obscure corners of the DC Comics Universe (being The Flash and the Justice Society of America), but I can also try Astonishing Xmen and Xmen First Class if you're a Marvel fan. Actually, I can *try* just about any fandom that I'm familiar with, but if it's been years I might not have any juice.
So... character/pairing and word prompts, please?
Currently, I'm writing in a fairly obscure corners of the DC Comics Universe (being The Flash and the Justice Society of America), but I can also try Astonishing Xmen and Xmen First Class if you're a Marvel fan. Actually, I can *try* just about any fandom that I'm familiar with, but if it's been years I might not have any juice.
So... character/pairing and word prompts, please?
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Jay Garrick, stop
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The youngster looked downright peaky.
"Maybe we had better stop for today," Jay said, offering the young man a glass.
"I'm gonna puke."
"Don't do it in the roses. Joan loves them."
Owen moaned quietly, and clutched his lemonade.
"Yes, we're definitely stopping." No sense in ruining the lad's willing nature by pushing him too far. Even after a week of trying, Jay could see no improvement, not even a hair – there was just something wrong with Owen's Speed.
"I can…"
"Stop. Drink your lemonade. Or Joan will have words."
"Wouldn't want that…" Owen murmured.
"No, absolutely not."
Tomorrow he'd push Wally a little harder for Owen's medical information. The lad had bounced all over the map, but he'd been on Batman's little team of shadows for a while – those medical records were somewhere, Jay knew. Batman was through, if occasionally despicable. There had to be a reason why the lad had Speed, and yet couldn't use it at all properly, and Jay meant to tease it out.
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Or even more old school, The Real Ghostbusters, Egon/Peter, caffeine fix.
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"Where is it? It's got to be around here somewhere..."
Egon's frantic mumblings floated over to disturb Ray from his Saturday morning cartoon fix. Curious as to why Egon was in such a dither, he hauled himself up off the couch and poked his head into the kitchen. There Egon was, hastily opening cabinets and drawers, obviously looking for something. Always in a helpful mood, Ray asked, "Whatcha looking for, Egon?"
The look on Egon's face as he looked up was edged with panic, which alarmed Ray, because Egon never panicked at anything. "Where's the Sanka, Ray?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry. "I can't seem to find it anywhere."
"Gosh, I think we're out, Egon," Ray said. He crossed over to consult the shopping list tacked to the refrigerator. Sure enough, Sanka was near the top of the list, which meant they'd been out for quite some time. He said as much to Egon, whose face fell at the news.
"We're out of coffee, and Peter is going to be up at any moment. I was hoping that the Sanka would hold him off until we could get some more, but that option's out as well. And you know how Peter gets without his morning coffee."
Ray did know; the last time they ran out of coffee, Peter nearly tore the kitchen apart before they managed to shove a few spoonfuls of Sanka crystals into his mouth. It was the main reason why they kept it in the kitchen in the first place, outside of the occasional cup when no one wanted to make a full pot. "Take heart, Egon. Winston went out to get some coffee and donuts, so he should be back soon."
"Not soon enough, I'm afraid," Egon murmured, as Peter's rumpled figure entered the kitchen.
"Why don't I smell any coffee?" Peter growled, as he gave the empty coffee maker the stink eye. He looked ready to throw the offending object out the window.
Thinking quickly to avoid such an incident, Egon reached into the fridge for a can of soda. "Would you like a Coke, Peter?" he asked, proffering the frosty cold soda.
Peter made no move to touch it. "Yuck, might as well offer me a light beer." A quick ransacking of the cupboards revealed no lifesaving coffee. He slammed the last cabinet door with enough force to rattle the dishes inside. "Okay, what MORON forgot to buy coffee yesterday?!!" he bellowed.
Egon cringed inwardly. It was his turn to go grocery shopping, but the mold experiment he was currently working on had totally distracted him. And he had forgotten they were out of coffee as well.
But before he could speak up to take the blame, Ray suddenly bolted from the room. Peter immediately gave chase. "Stantz, I'm gonna noogie you so hard, your kids will come out with migraines!"
From the sound of the retreating footstomps, Ray was racing down the stairs, with Peter in hot pursuit. Egon decided to take the short cut and used the firepole to slide down to the garage level. By the time he got there, Peter had caught up to Ray and had him in a headlock, knuckles poised to deliver the promised noogie.
(to be continued in the next post)
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"Egon, quick! Janine's candy dish!" Ray yelled, pointing toward the secretary's desk.
Wondering how candy was going to help in this situation, Egon nevertheless rushed to the desk and removed the glass lid on the bowl. Inside were what seemed to be a heaping mound of chocolate covered peanuts. It wasn't until the strong aroma of coffee hit his nostrils that Egon realized what they actually were. He grabbed a double handful and raced to the struggling duo.
"Eat these, Peter, you'll feel better," Egon said, and suited words to action by summarily shoving a handful of the chocolates into Peter's protesting mouth. The threats to life and limb stopped as Peter chewed, and Egon knew that Peter's attention would be on him next once he had finished his mouthful.
But once Peter had swallowed, his demeanor completely changed. A blissful expression spread out across his face as he heaved a happy sigh. With Ray no longer the target of his anger, Peter released him to fixate on Egon's other hand, which was still full. "More?" he pleaded, adopting a wistful expression.
"Right here, Peter, this way," Egon coaxed, leading the way back to Janine's desk. Once there, he emptied his handful back into the candy dish, to which Peter happily snatched up. As Peter stuffed his face with an exuberance that resembled Slimer's, Egon made his way back to Ray's side. "I'm so sorry, Raymond," he apologized. "Had I remembered that we were out of coffee yesterday, I would have taken steps to make sure I went and bought some. Are you all right?"
Ray waved it off. "Ehh, what's a noogie between friends? Besides, you know Peter would never intentionally hurt me, and I don't get migraines from noogies like you do. It's just a good thing I remembered that Janine had a stash of chocolate covered expresso beans, I just couldn't get to them fast enough."
"I'm glad you remembered at all; I had totally forgotten that Winston had given Janine a pound of those for her birthday." He looked over to see Peter, sprawled in Janine's chair, and hugging the empty candy dish to his chest. "I'll be sure to replace them before Monday. I only wish Winston had gotten here soon--"
The garage door opened up and Winston strolled in, a tray of coffee cups in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. "Breakfast is served!" he caroled.
Peter popped up from Janine's desk, looking happy as a clam. "Zedd!" he exclaimed, "Just in time..." He bounded over to Winston and unburdened him from the coffee. After locating his own cup by means of smell alone, Peter took a long sip and sighed. "Nectar of the gods," he murmured to no one in particular as he made his way up the stairs.
Winston scratched his head. "Did I miss something? I haven't seen Pete that happy since, well..."
"He fell in love with Egon?" Ray offered.
"Well, yeah."
Egon cleared his throat, his cheeks warming. "Let's just say that I'm keeping a supply of chocolate covered expresso beans on hand at all times. It seems to be more effective than Sanka in an emergency."
"Or maybe we can make a specialized epi pen that'll shoot caffeine directly into his system and eliminate the middle man," Ray theorized, peeking into the donut box.
"Or make sure Egon does the grocery shopping when he's supposed to," said Winston with a wink.
"Indeed," Egon agreed.
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I really should do another set of GrannieWin challenges soon.
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"What are you doing?" James asked,.
"Can't you hear it? They're singing…"
"Who?" There was nobody there, but Piper, and a few of his rats…
…who were chattering and gnashing their teeth.
"The rats?"
Piper snickered, "Ben's in *looove*…"
"Ben's in love? Ben's a rat, Piper."
"Lovely lovely rat," Piper agreed.
"You're listening to a singing rat?"
"I love romances," Piper giggled.
"I'm not leaving you at home with a cold again, Piper. With nothing but rats and NyQuil, you get weird."
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"What? Of course, you can play!"
Piper responded by lifting his flute, and trilling off a measure. It sounded bright, clear, on key… and not hypnotic in the least.
"Piper! What happened to your music?"
"I can't play!"
"No, this is not happening!" Trickster howled "First Mark falls out of the air, then you can't do that voodoo you do so well!"
"Mark's down too?"
"Yeah, and what the heck do your gimmicks have in common! Nothing!" Trickster complained. Then his brain smacked him. "Wait…Piper… are you a meta-human? Sneaky bastards! They've a power blocker! Not FAIR!"
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Of course, just getting a hold of the canon for that is going to be tricky...
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I'm a close-canon writer. I really don't feel comfortable moving too far from canon, which makes me lousy as a slash writer most of the time.
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I admire your ability to write close to canon because I just can't reel in my imagination that way, or be that dedicated in my research. It's a talent that you have, staying that close to things and making it work!
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"Who says?" Piper went back to adjusting the strings.
"Well... Me? I mean, 'King of Hell', y'know? There are rules, and I'm supposed to play by them. I have to."
Piper rolled his eyes. "You never played by the rules in your life."
He lifted the lyre, and began to play.
The trees shivered, their piteous groaning ceasing.
Trickster caught his breathe, astounded.
Piper played on, and the Wood of the Suicides began to bud and flower.
Spring had come to Hell.
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