landcomm entries and stuff
This is what happens when challenges are due. I write badly written fic while I should be sleeping.
Fandom: Justice League AU
Word Count: 410
“Ugh, I think I hate finals more now than I did as a undergrad,” groaned Wally, as he flopped back in the cushioned chair of the coffee house. “Why do I not have a grad student to do this for me?”
“Likely because you are a graduate student yourself,” replied John, dunking an Oreo into his mocha. “I find that I prefer to grade my students’ exams myself, however, to better gauge how much they are understanding the material.”
“And that’s why you’re everyone favorite psych professor,” said Wally, spraying crumbs as he spoke. John raised an eyebrow and Wally sheepishly brushed some crumbs off the table.
“I think it means he’s nuts,” commented Shayera as she said down in an empty chair. “If my department wanted to give me a TA to shove all my grading off on, I’d --” she stopped, and looked curiously at Wally, who was holding up one of his exams in front of his face while peering around the edge of it. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked him.
“Professor Wayne just walked in,” he said in a whisper that managed to attract more attention than a normal speaking voice. At the looks Shayera and John gave him, he added “With Diana.” At this pronouncement, the other two at the table immediately turned to look. “Oh my god,” hissed Wally. “Don’t all look at once!”
“You are the saddest looking spies I’ve ever seen,” said John Stewart, setting his and Shayera’s drinks down on the table. “I’ve seen preschoolers more subtle than you.” He slid into the remaining seat. “What were you looking at anyway?”
Shayera gestured with her eyes over at the two professors at a different table. Stewart’s eyes widened, then narrowed. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. “Is this a date? Is there an official word on it?”
“I don’t think so,” replied Shayera.
“Oh good,” said Stewart. “My date in the pool isn’t for another four months.”
“February 15th,” said Shayera.
“May 4th,” John stated.
At the pause, they turned and looked at Wally, who sighed. “Last New Year’s. I was sabotaged, I tell you. Sabotaged!” They looked skeptically at him, and he gave a small shrug. “I’m like, best friends with his son. You’re all going to lose, by the way. He picked March 21st, and is determined to win.”
Fandom: Community
Word Count: 369
“Wait, what?!” Jeff said loudly, interrupting Abed’s retelling of paintball to a wide-eyed freshman in their biology class. “You did what? With who?”
“Tried to buy Shirley enough time to go pull the fire alarm, to spray paint over--”
“No, I got that part. What I missed was the part where you kissed Annie.”
“Wait, you did what?” Troy said, looking at Abed in a combination of pride and hurt. “Dude, bros are supposed to tell each other these things.”
“Well, it wasn’t really me, it was Han Solo!” Abed said, “but yes, Annie is a very nice kisser, even if I did get a lot of paint in my mouth.”
“Han wasn’t bad, either,” said Annie, giggling from across the table.
“Whoa, you guys kissed?” Britta looked at them with wide eyes, then gave a tight smile in Annie’s direction. “Wow, you’re just really working your way through everyone, aren’t you, Annie?” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Miss “I was sleeping with Jeff for almost an entire year?” Annie retorted, looking offended. “And don’t think Troy didn’t talk about your drama class... drama.” Annie frowned at her, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring.
Jeff shot a surprised look at Britta. “You and Troy? Man, this group is really kiss incestuous, isn’t it?” He shot Annie and Britta a speculative glance. “Now, if you two kiss then --”
Annie just frowned harder and wrinkled her forehead as Britta snorted and said “Yeah, she’s tried before. Someone’s a little kiss happy, if you know what I mean.”
“Whoa. Wait. You two almost kissed? And I wasn’t there? WHY GOD WHY?!” Troy wailed. Everyone nodded in agreement, except Shirley who shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“No one kisses me,” Shirley grumbled. “I’m Jeff’s age, I --”
“You slept with Change,” Troy reminded her. “I don’t think anyone wants to kiss you after that.”
“It would like being Chang’ed by proxy,” added Abed. “Too risky.” The rest of the group nodded in agreement, shooting Shirley apologetic looks.
“Well, I’d still kiss you,” Pierce offered.
“Oh,” said Shirley. “That’s... nice?”
Fandom: Justice League AU
Word Count: 410
“Ugh, I think I hate finals more now than I did as a undergrad,” groaned Wally, as he flopped back in the cushioned chair of the coffee house. “Why do I not have a grad student to do this for me?”
“Likely because you are a graduate student yourself,” replied John, dunking an Oreo into his mocha. “I find that I prefer to grade my students’ exams myself, however, to better gauge how much they are understanding the material.”
“And that’s why you’re everyone favorite psych professor,” said Wally, spraying crumbs as he spoke. John raised an eyebrow and Wally sheepishly brushed some crumbs off the table.
“I think it means he’s nuts,” commented Shayera as she said down in an empty chair. “If my department wanted to give me a TA to shove all my grading off on, I’d --” she stopped, and looked curiously at Wally, who was holding up one of his exams in front of his face while peering around the edge of it. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked him.
“Professor Wayne just walked in,” he said in a whisper that managed to attract more attention than a normal speaking voice. At the looks Shayera and John gave him, he added “With Diana.” At this pronouncement, the other two at the table immediately turned to look. “Oh my god,” hissed Wally. “Don’t all look at once!”
“You are the saddest looking spies I’ve ever seen,” said John Stewart, setting his and Shayera’s drinks down on the table. “I’ve seen preschoolers more subtle than you.” He slid into the remaining seat. “What were you looking at anyway?”
Shayera gestured with her eyes over at the two professors at a different table. Stewart’s eyes widened, then narrowed. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. “Is this a date? Is there an official word on it?”
“I don’t think so,” replied Shayera.
“Oh good,” said Stewart. “My date in the pool isn’t for another four months.”
“February 15th,” said Shayera.
“May 4th,” John stated.
At the pause, they turned and looked at Wally, who sighed. “Last New Year’s. I was sabotaged, I tell you. Sabotaged!” They looked skeptically at him, and he gave a small shrug. “I’m like, best friends with his son. You’re all going to lose, by the way. He picked March 21st, and is determined to win.”
Fandom: Community
Word Count: 369
“Wait, what?!” Jeff said loudly, interrupting Abed’s retelling of paintball to a wide-eyed freshman in their biology class. “You did what? With who?”
“Tried to buy Shirley enough time to go pull the fire alarm, to spray paint over--”
“No, I got that part. What I missed was the part where you kissed Annie.”
“Wait, you did what?” Troy said, looking at Abed in a combination of pride and hurt. “Dude, bros are supposed to tell each other these things.”
“Well, it wasn’t really me, it was Han Solo!” Abed said, “but yes, Annie is a very nice kisser, even if I did get a lot of paint in my mouth.”
“Han wasn’t bad, either,” said Annie, giggling from across the table.
“Whoa, you guys kissed?” Britta looked at them with wide eyes, then gave a tight smile in Annie’s direction. “Wow, you’re just really working your way through everyone, aren’t you, Annie?” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Miss “I was sleeping with Jeff for almost an entire year?” Annie retorted, looking offended. “And don’t think Troy didn’t talk about your drama class... drama.” Annie frowned at her, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring.
Jeff shot a surprised look at Britta. “You and Troy? Man, this group is really kiss incestuous, isn’t it?” He shot Annie and Britta a speculative glance. “Now, if you two kiss then --”
Annie just frowned harder and wrinkled her forehead as Britta snorted and said “Yeah, she’s tried before. Someone’s a little kiss happy, if you know what I mean.”
“Whoa. Wait. You two almost kissed? And I wasn’t there? WHY GOD WHY?!” Troy wailed. Everyone nodded in agreement, except Shirley who shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“No one kisses me,” Shirley grumbled. “I’m Jeff’s age, I --”
“You slept with Change,” Troy reminded her. “I don’t think anyone wants to kiss you after that.”
“It would like being Chang’ed by proxy,” added Abed. “Too risky.” The rest of the group nodded in agreement, shooting Shirley apologetic looks.
“Well, I’d still kiss you,” Pierce offered.
“Oh,” said Shirley. “That’s... nice?”