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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote 2014-04-13 03:41 am (UTC)

One-Sentence fics from 12/04/10

1.(12/04/10)

[livejournal.com profile] bakaitoukid requested:
1) Hezzah + MGS Family-- board games for the bored
2) Hezzah + Rise-- sleepoveeeer
3) Hezzah + Cujo-- fluffy blanket
4) Hezzah + Kaito-- SO NOT CHARMING
5) Hezzah + Kaitou Kid-- meeting the thief in white during a heist
6) Hezzah + Rise-- Pokemon Coordinator show, get!
7) Hezzah + Liquid-- Liquid's long hair


1) "Well, I don't know what you're talking about," said Heather, perched out of Liquid's angrily-grasping reach with her hands full of fat stacks of paper money that she liberated from the box lid and her gaze firmly diverted from the disapproving stare that Otacon was giving her, "This is how I play Monopoly."

2) Heather placed a pillow firmly over her own face and sat completely motionless, reasoning that maybe if she stayed still, Rise, like a T-Rex, would not be able to see her and therefore refrain from putting cucumber slices on her eyes.

3) "Cujo, you're a fatass," mumbled Heather from somewhere underneath the pile of orange fur that had decided she needed his company urgently at three in the morning, "Move."

4) Kaito's relatively quiet morning was suddenly interrupted by Heather sitting down opposite him and demanding, "YOU, I need some flowers for a craft project-- quick, be charming!"

5) "Dude, so like.... can I wear your monocl--"
"No."
(It counts because one sentence wasn't finished! HONEST.)

6) "... Heather..." Rise sighed as she watched Cujo execute the much-anticipated "Breakdance" command that Heather had spent all night teaching him, "... I really don't think that counts as a Beauty skill."

7) "OOOOH, LOOK AT ME, OI'M LIQUID SNAKE, OI'M SOOOOOO FUCKING AWESOME, DO YOU LOIK MY HAIR, IT IS PRETTY LIKE A GIRL--" was all Heather had a chance to say before she was picked up and thrown bodily in a random direction.


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[livejournal.com profile] restardom requested:
1) Heather and Rise; big sister instincts ACTIVATE
2) Heather and Kay; facing floods ROUND TWO
3) Heather and Cujo; the day he finally evolves
4) Heather and MGS crew + Rise; Liquid proposes to Otacon. Is he drunk or is that Disney music in the background--


1. The guy in a backwards baseball cap and a 'No fat chicks' shirt really thought he was getting somewhere with the cute little pigtailed girl in the skirt (and hey, wasn't she that otherworlder girl who did that concert awhile back, HAWTTT), what with his practiced brow-waggles and super-witty suggestions that they go have 'fun' ... until he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a bright, chipper voice with an edge on it like a knife announce: "HEY, I know a fun game we can play... 'Let's Hide the Body'!"

2. "Don't worry," Kay assured the frightened civilian as she and Heather stood facing the oncoming floodwaters, goggles in place and flippers firmly attached, "We got this."

3. "S-SUH-STTAHAHAHP, COOJ-- STOHP, t-thahat's GROSS and YOUR DROOHOOL P-PROBABLY HAS DISEHEHEAASES IN IT, STOHOP," came Heather's desperate pleas from somewhere behind the sled-sized tongue that was currently showing just how much its owner loved her by making sure she was squeaky-clean, no matter how much she flailed.

4. Liquid stared directly into Otacon's eyes and waited for an answer, his mouth a tight, grim line as he tried to ignore the obnoxious humming of The Little Mermaid's 'Kiss the Girl' and the coinciding tiny squeal of "eeeeeeeeee" coming from Heather and her equally-annoying friend, respectively.

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[livejournal.com profile] philanthrotaku requested:
Heather and Otacon. Bros forever.


"Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself," beamed Heather as she repeatedly bumped the tired, unresisting nerd's fist into his own face.

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[livejournal.com profile] greenwindchange requested:
Heather + MGS family. Drunk.


Snake slowly shook his head under the safe cover of his box as he watched Heather get knocked clean off of Liquid's shoulders as the blond, a bootleg bottle in hand and Otacon staggering concernedly after them, went charging a little too close to a low-hanging branch.

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