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send me a ship and an idea from the list below, and I’ll write you a fic based on that date idea

fancy dinner
dinner and a movie
at home movie night
dance class
road trip
weekend getaway
comedy show
food/drink tasting
snuggling on the couch
building a pillow fort
game night
group date
coffee date
blind date
drive-in movie
apple/berry picking
cooking a meal together
one cooks for the other(s)
dinner party
Skype date
spa day
crossing items off a bucket list
botanical garden
watching a sporting event
playing tourist in your own town
volunteering together
walk in the park
Broadway show
spend the day in bed
paint class
Netflix marathon
at home massages
candle-lit dinner
flea market
farmer’s market
bike ride
meet the parents
poetry reading
scavenger hunt
trivia night
amusement park/water park
study date
ice cream
video games
batting cages
extreme sports (sky-diving, bungee jumping, etc.)
horseback riding
at the park
gym date
ice skating/roller skating
hot air balloon ride



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Apr. 13th, 2016 11:55 pm (UTC)
Picard/Q trivia night (I can just imagine the mayhem :P)
Apr. 14th, 2016 05:49 pm (UTC)
That is an awesome idea XD
Apr. 14th, 2016 12:30 am (UTC)
Clark/Lex scavenger hunt
Apr. 14th, 2016 12:55 am (UTC)
Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane - at home movie night
Apr. 16th, 2016 01:32 pm (UTC)
Yellow Brick Road [Supergirl (TV), Kara/Lucy]
“Budge up.”

“It’s my sofa!” Kara huffs, but without any heat. Obediently edges over, and lets her drop down onto the absurdly soft cushions, “and I let you pick the movie. Seems a little unfair, if you ask me.”

“That I need a space to sit, so I can actually watch the movie that you fully agreed to?” She rolls her eyes, gently grabs Kara’s ankle and drags her until those long legs are warmly draped all over her lap, “there, is that better?”

“A little,” Kara continues to pout, but there’s a fond light in her eyes. That wry little twinkle that kinda caused her totally under control crush in the first place, “what are we watching?”

“A little film called the Wizard of Oz. One of my favourites, when I was a kid. Not that my sister ever-“ She grinds to a halt, shakes her head. That’s a gripe for another day, and most certainly not one where Kara is staring at her with those big blue eyes, “anyway. The popcorn is on, but it’ll take another few minutes. Want to start now, or wait a bit?”

“I might get called away at any minute...” Kara muses, but stills her hand when she starts to reach for the remote, “but I don’t want you to miss any of your favourite movie ever. We can wait for a while, chill out a bit.”

“Chill out?” She asks, amused and with her hand still warmly ensconced in Kara’s gentle grasp.

“Yeah!” And with her heart still ensconced in Kara’s blue eyes, and sunbeam smile, and permanent expression of hope like nothing could ever go wrong, “and, hey, maybe we could even cuddle. If you’re up for it.”

...And, well, she can’t argue with that. All she can do is lean back against the back of the sofa, settle Kara’s legs more firmly on her lap and watch that sunbeam until the movie starts.

Edited at 2016-04-16 02:56 pm (UTC)
Apr. 14th, 2016 05:48 pm (UTC)
Leonard Snart/Hartley Rathaway - fancy dinner, or Barry Allen/Hartley Rathaway - dinner and a movie.

I couldn't decide XD
Apr. 15th, 2016 04:55 pm (UTC)

Hal/Bruce, fancy dinner

Apr. 16th, 2016 02:57 pm (UTC)
Playboy Smile [DCU, Hal/Bruce]
“You look uncomfortable,” he murmurs, smiles a little as Hal’s eyes shoot up to his across the table.

“...Well, yeah,” the man stares at him for a long moment, makes a face and finally drops his fingers from where they were tugging at his already dishevelled collar, “I rented this monkey suit, and it doesn’t fit quite right. Feels kinda like it’s choking me.”

“You rented your...?”

“Well, I only just got another apartment,” Hal snaps, gives him a somewhat baleful look and starts fiddling with his cuffs instead, “getting a stupidly expensive suit that I’d barely wear was kinda low on my list of priorities, all things considered. But then you came along, asking me if I wanted to get dinner with you at the fanciest place in Gotham, and who am I to deny the whim of the high and mighty Bruce Wayne?”

“Hal,” he starts cautiously, barely aware of the smile dropping from his lips, “you didn’t have to-“

“I probably wouldn’t have,” Hal says sulkily, his mouth twisting into a sneer. Probably his least favourite expression on Hal, if only for the tiredness in his eyes that tends to accompany it, “if I’d known how this was going to turn out. Uncomfortable suit, fancy as fuck restaurant, fuckbuddy sitting across the table and mocking me... I would’ve been better off staying at home and eating leftovers in my boxers.”

“Hal-“ He hisses, forces himself to pause and breathe for a moment. As much as his usual instinct with Hal is to jump at whatever bait is offered, he’s not sure it’d do much good this time, “look, it wasn’t meant to be like this.”

“Oh?” Hal stares at him angrily for a second. And then, miracle of miracles, starts looking thoughtful instead, “then what the fuck was it supposed to be like?”

“Fine wine, romance, maybe a little dancing and then walking you home underneath the stars. My usual pattern of dating, in the Bruce Wayne style,” he smiles one of his dazzling playboy smiles, trusts Hal to grasp his meaning, “I should’ve known it wouldn’t work on you.”

Hal stares at him for a long second more, still impassive... And then slowly, very slowly, starts to smirk, “no shit, Sherlock.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks. Takes a certain amount of pleasure in the way that confusion flows across Hal’s face, quickly followed by the kind of wide-eyed shock that can only bring warmth to the heart, “maybe we could actually go back to yours, heat up those leftovers you were talking about and have a private night together...”

“I’m not sure there’s enough for two,” Hal blurts, and keeps staring at him with those wide eyes. Hilarious, in a way so much better than his previous discomfort, “you’re actually serious?”

“Why not?” He shrugs elegantly, rises from the table and offers Hal his hand with a level of hope that he didn’t know he was capable of anymore, “my suit is tailored, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t uncomfortable. And I could never really get to grips with French cuisine anyhow.”

Hal stares at him for a long few silent seconds. But then smiles, and reaches out to take his hand anyway.
Apr. 16th, 2016 04:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Playboy Smile [DCU, Hal/Bruce]
“I rented this monkey suit, and it doesn’t fit quite right. Feels kinda like it’s choking me.”

“You rented your...?”


“Fine wine, romance, maybe a little dancing and then walking you home underneath the stars. My usual pattern of dating, in the Bruce Wayne style,” he smiles one of his dazzling playboy smiles, trusts Hal to grasp his meaning

Bruce, you idiot. <3

I love this. I could read about Hal being uncomfortable at fancy shit for the rest of my LIFE. Thank you <3
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