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Post by susan on Jan 16, 2010 11:38:27 GMT -5
Vi: *plucking petals off a flower* Valentine's Day. It comes every year, weather you like it or not. It's the day when your love-life is put on display for all to see– Sara: You sound just like the man from the commercial! That is, what you call, lame, I take it? Vi: Oh boy. Sara, I'm trying to do something here! Sara: No, you're being unoriginal. Vi: It gets more original as the story goes on! Sara: Is it based on the 2010 movie 'Valentine's Day'? Skippy: *popping in* Loosely. Sara: So you do not claim ownership for the movie, or the characters you are going to use? Skippy: You're asking for my disclaimer? Sara: That would be nice. Skippy: Okay then. I don't own the movie or the characters. Better? Sara: Much. Vi: Can I get back to my introduction!? *Skippy and Sara nod*
Vi:Valentine's Day. It comes every year, weather you like it or not. It's the day when your love-life is put on display for all to see. It can be confusing, frustrating, amazing, and sometimes heartbreaking. What this story is going to do is release one fluffy (sometimes non, so brace yourself) snippet a day leading up to Valentine's Day. Everyone okay with that?
JUST A WARNING: There may be a little "edginess" on subject matter. So this fic is PG-13, you could say. Also, I'd LOVE to have ideas for pairings to spotlight or snippet ideas.
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Post by aphrodite on Jan 17, 2010 21:47:05 GMT -5
APHRODITE: *Claps hands* YAY, VALENTINE'S DAY! Post, post, post your story!
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Post by violetparr on Jan 18, 2010 0:50:28 GMT -5
Calling Card. Violet, age nineteen, sat alone in her college dorm room, glaring up at the heart-shaped pinata hanging from the ceiling. Her roommate was out with her boyfriend and all of her friends had something romantic planned. She was beginning to think Valentine's Day was just a big old scam.
Why the pinata? Well, Vi was throwing herself a pity-party–or more rather an Anti-Valentine's Day celebration. The college freshman wore funeral black, even heavy eyeliner. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. Around her, black and pink streamers and helium-filled balloons. It was basically a statement. The title she'd given to the party? "Death to Love", of course.
She snatched one of the balloons out of the air nearby and stared at it for a few moments. She wasn't very pleased that she was alone at her own party based on the hate of love. Surely there had to be others on campus! Maybe she hadn't sent invites to the right people? She released the balloon and watched it float back up to the ceiling.
"I hope you pop!" she hissed at the balloon, shaking her fist at it. Normally she wouldn't get mad at balloons, but they were the closest things to get mad out aside from the pinata–which she was waiting to destroy until later. For now she was waiting for others to show up.
She waited for one hour, sitting patiently on the couch the whole time. But after the one-hour mark, she quickly lost patience and stormed over to the broom in the kitchenette. She walked back over to the pinata and proceeded to bash it, shrieking, "DIE! DIE! DIE!"
When the pinata broke apart and large portions fell to the ground, Violet started to whack the daylights out of the pieces, still yelling at the inanimate object. She was so absorbed with her act of violence that she hardly heard someone knock at the door until it grew loud enough to be heard over the woman’s shrieks. Vi slowly stopped at crossed to the door, cheeks flushed.
“H-hello?” she uttered, prying it open with dread. The dread turned to terror at the sight of Tony Ridenger standing in the doorframe, looking quite puzzled.
“Uh, hi Violet. Having a good time?”
“I-I-I…” Violet stammered, appearing just as confused as he did. “I…was…beating…a…pinata…”
Tony nodded in a way that signified he didn’t quite get what was going on. He pulled a black posterboard heart from the back pocket of his jeans. “My roommate got one of these in his journalism class. ‘Death to Love’, very inspired.”
“I…was on an Anti-Love-Day spree,” she attempted to explain, “because, well, no one likes being alone on Valentine’s Day and I just went through a tough break-up with my now-ex-boyfriend. I heard that there were a few girls and guys with the same opinion as me so I decided to have sort of a lonely-hearts party…club…thing.”
“Called ‘Death to Love’?”
“Well, yeah, kinda’. My roommate came up with it.”
Tony chuckled, “And I take it no one showed up?”
“They all got dates last-minute.”
“Do you have a last-minute date yet?” he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe, “I heard that The Grumbling Roads are playing a special concert on the other end of campus. I know the bassist, I could get us in for free.”
Violet tilted her head, shifted her weight onto her right leg, and gave Tony a quick look-over, “Why don’t you have a last-minute date? If you’re anything like you were in high school you probably got fifty requests to go to the Grumbling Roads with someone.”
Tony shrugged and stepped through the door, slipping two tickets out of the other back pocket. “I guess I didn’t want to go with any of them as much as I wanted to go with my old sophomore-year sweetheart…?”
“Oh ha-ha-ha, sweetheart,” she scoffed, backing against the nearest wall before snagging the tickets, “lemme see those.”
“I swear they’re real, authentic, and genuine. Bought them from the bassist himself.”
“Mike Olson?”
“You dated him to make me jealous in Junior Year. You know who he is.”
Vi bit down on her lower lip, remembering the incident. She and Tony had just split up after a fight that’d lasted through the summer. She was enraged and quickly set up a plan taken straight from Taylor Swift’s song ‘Picture to Burn’. She chose Tony’s best friend and slowly made her way to girlfriend status. Which sparked a fight between Mike and Tony, in which it was found out that she had been using Mike and things had just fallen apart. Mike had even written a song, ‘Witch in a Black Turtleneck’.
It’d taken until the beginning of Senior Year to blow over. Violet regretted it, of course she did, it was probably the only thing she’d done qualifiable of ‘super-evil’.
“Yeah…I remember who he is,” she trailed off, blushing until her ears tinted pink.
Tony took the tickets back, “So are you going to go out with me or not?”
“Riddle me this, Ridenger,” Violet replied, smirking, “why did you settle on me?”
“Hmm…let me see,” he mused, flopping on the couch and staring up at the balloons. “you have the guts to throw a party bashing the day of love and invite every single man or woman on campus,” he picked up a pen and used it to pop the balloon, causing Vi to jump, “and I’m still kind of crazy about you.”
Okay, totally unexpected answer there.
“Oh,” she took a seat next to Tony, “Really?”
He flashed her the same grin that used to send her into gleeful silence in high school, “Really.”
Violet strained to remain casual, “Well, then. If you’re still ‘crazy’ about me…maybe I should go to the Grumbling Roads with you.”
“I’ll be waiting at the doors for you,” Tony grinned, leaning in toward the figure in black and kissing her gently on the lips. “happy Valentine’s Day.”
With this simple statement, Tony Ridenger left the dorm, leaving behind the black posterboard heart like a calling card. Violet blinked, sucked in a breath, and stared. “Wow.”
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Post by kimmiecub on Jan 18, 2010 16:54:17 GMT -5
Cupid-Gram. “Are you positive you don’t know what day it is?” Kim asked skeptically, tapping her fingers against the kitchen table and switching her phone from one ear to the other. Her eyes burned a hole in the calander. Ron was on the other end, probably getting a naco at Bueno Nacho and had no clue what was so special about February 14th.
“KP, can’t you just tell me already instead of playin’ the ol’ guessin’ game?!” Ron complained on the other end.
“Ron, it’s Valentine’s Day!”
“What?! NO! NO-HOH WAY! IT’S TUESDAY! V-Day is always on a Thursday!”
Kim groaned and put her palm to her forehead, “That’s Thanksgiving!” She sat down in the nearest chair, “weren’t you paying attention to what I was saying last night? You know? How I was excited for V-Day?”
“I thought you meant Victory in Europe Day!”
“RON!”
“What? I did! Can’t use V-Day with a dude learining about WWII!”
Kim once again let herself groan. “So you have absolutely nothing planned?”
“There’s a sweet new movie out! Ninja Snails Ex-Double-Eye!”
The red-head wanted to throw something. How could her boyfriend forget Valentine’s Day?! Did he not look at a calendar? Did he not notice the school’s glee club offering “Cupid-Grams” for sale that would be delivered that day during final period? “Ron, I am not seeing Ninja Snails XII on Valentine’s Day. Can’t you just bring over a box of chocolates and a heart-shaped balloon?”
“Uh…no can do, Kim.”
“Why?”
“Because…I just…kinda…spent my last dollar on a naco.”
Kim let out a cry of anguish, ended the call and dropped her head on the desk. “Can I not wish for one romantic day a year?”
“What’s the matter Kimmie-Cub?” Dr. Possible asked as he entered the kitchen, dressed for work and a rose in his hand.
“It’s Ron. He forgot it was Valentine’s Day and he doesn’t have anything to make up for it.” “Well why’s that?”
“He spent the last dollar of his paycheck on a naco,” she moaned, face still pressed to the tabletop. “Dad what am I going to do?”
“Take charge! Put together something for you two to do together. I remember one year when your mother and I were dating I forgot Valentine’s Day, she made a chocolate model of the human heart and we ate through the aorta together as we watched Romeo and Juliet in her dorm!”
Kim lifted her head off the table with the look of a girl who just got an idea, “I think I know what I can do.”
**** The plan went into action during final period, a class that Ron and Kim had together. She sat near the back of the room, paying attention to the clock, and to the door. She’d signed up to get Ron one of the Cupid-Grams, something she’d never thought she would do.
It was 2:15, ten minutes before school was dismissed, when a small portion of the glee club entered the class with five roses. Kim tensed as each Cupid-Gram was delivered. Tommy Wheeler, Stacy Stones, Kenny Brockman, and finally, Ron.
Each Cupid-Gram came with a rose and a song chosen from the list provided to the buyer of the gram. Kim had chosen “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz. She held her breath while the glee-ites sang their song–which apparently came with a slightly cheezy dance–and presented Ron with the rose.
Ron turned in his seat to look at a blushing Kim, who simply giggled, “Happy V-Day, Ron,” before hiding her face by pretending to write down an assignment as the bell rang and students filed out of the classroom.
“Aww…Kim!” he cheered, standing up and walking to her desk, “You’re the absolute best, am I right, Rufus?”
The pink naked mole rat popped out of his pocket, “Uh-huh! Very best!”
“I wish I could’ve done something like that for you! You know, if I hadn’t totally blown off remembering Valentine’s Day and all that jazz.”
Kim chuckled, looking up from her day planner, “I just thought it’d be a good idea.” She shrugged as she put her things into her backpack. “C’mon. I heard there’s a showing of Ninja Snails XII in half an hour. My treat.”
Kim: Wait, it didn’t go exactly like that, did it?! Skippy: Well, it sounds cute and romantic, doesn’t it? Kim: Well, yeah, but, I don’t think we went to see that Ninja Snails movie, though. Skippy: For the sake of happy endings let’s say that you did. And for better measure…
And with that the two teen crime-fighters walked out of Middleton High with their arms linked and bright smile on their faces.
Kim: Now that’s just cheezy! Skippy: It’s cute! Kim: It’s a cop-out! Skippy: ROMANTIC!
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Post by Hercules & Phil on Jan 19, 2010 16:04:43 GMT -5
WOW! Hope you don't mind the comment in the middle of your stories, but I just read the first and can't wait to read the second. I loved all the little details in it- the writing is so wonderful! I was a little sad to learn that Vi and Tony hadn't worked out at first, but it looks like it might pick up again so yay! Your project is fabulous.
EDIT: Okay... so I had to read Cupid-Gram and I could totally hear the characters in my head! The story was so adorable and hilarious. Dr. Possible made my day!
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Post by somechick on Jan 27, 2010 11:43:41 GMT -5
I loved your chappies! Gosh, Skip, you're incredibly IC! <3 =O
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Post by yzma on Jan 28, 2010 19:08:09 GMT -5
Ignorant. Jessie kept one hand on Lumiere’s spindly arm to keep from getting lost in the vast hallways of the castle, which she was slowly becoming accustomed to.
It was a little odd being the only toy there, however. Yes, most anything in the castle was a former servant and could move and talk, but it wasn’t the same as having Buzz, Bullseye, or Woody around. It would’ve been at the very least a small comfort to the doll.
“Come, ma chere! We ‘ave a surprise for you!”
“Why?” Jessie countered, trying to keep the surprise out of her tone.
“It is zhe fourteenth of February, yes? Zhat means zhis is your first Valentine’s Day with us!”
Jessie pulled up to a stop, tilting her head, “Valentine’s Day?”
“Zhe day of love,” the candelabrum replied, also stopping, “do you not celebrate?”
“I heard Emily talk about it once or twice…but I’ve never celebrated it,” she shook her head, a small frown crossing her lips.
Lumiere smiled, gallantly offering his arm to her as he spoke again, “Zhen we ‘ave no time to waste! Your day of romance awaits, mademoiselle.”
The red-yarned doll looped her arm around his own before the two continued down the hall, Lumiere explaining Valentine’s Day as they went.
****
“So you basically just eat chocolate and flirt all day?” Jess clarified, looking up at the night sky spread out above the small picnic belonging to the small figures of the doll and the candleabrum.
“Only if one is without a lover.”
“And if one is with a lover?”
Lumiere leaned over and whispered in her ear for a moment. Jessie’s face fell into one of mixed shock and horror. “What?!”
“Well, you see, when a man and a woman love each other more zhan zhere are stars in zhe ‘eavens…” he began, but fell silent when given a horrified look from Jessie.
“What about happily ever after, though?”
“Zhat comes after.”
“Emily never said anything about that.”
“She wasn’t aware of it! She probably still thought zhere was a stork that brought children into the world!”
Jessie froze, “You mean there isn’t a stork?”
“Zhey are as real as Father Christmas! Santa Claus…as you call him!”
“WHAT?”
“I–I was only joking! Ma chere! It was joking! Of course zhere is a Santa Claus! ‘Ow could I be serious of denying the existence of Santa?” Lumiere recovered, with slight success.
Jessie sent a harsh glare at him, “For your sake you had better be serious about just joking.”
“I was! I was! As serious as zhere is not a stork!”
“But then where do the babies come form?”
“I told you.”
At this point, you can probably guess that Jessie was very flustered and confused. After all, she had just figured out what happens between the prince and the princess between the lines of the fairy tales she and her old owner had read together at night. Wouldn’t you be flustered?
“So…on Valentine’s Day, lovers have kids! Is that what you’re saying?” she demanded, standing up.
Lumiere chuckled, “It does not always result in chidren! More often zhan not nothing happens!”
The doll cast a glare at Lumiere, folding her arms over her chest, “We couldn’t if we tried! Now, if we were human, zhen it would be a risk!”
“I don’t think I’d want to be human now anyhow! If humans have to celebrate holidays like that!” Jessie spluttered, flailing her arms in frustration. “I’d rather stay the way I am now!”
Lumiere gave a small chuckle, looking at Jessie with an amused expression, “Ignorance is bliss, is it not?”
“It was when I was ignorant.”
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Post by Macaria on Jan 28, 2010 20:34:58 GMT -5
XDDD LMAO.
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Post by lumiere on Jan 29, 2010 9:18:39 GMT -5
LUMIERE! *shoves Lumiere in here* Lumiere: *Awkawardly* Er.. ah.... Forgive me for corrupting your mind, Madam. *Offers rose* We also do zhis on Valentine's Day.
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Post by Scott Calvin on Jan 29, 2010 9:19:57 GMT -5
Santa: *raises finger* Um, excuse me? So real over here.
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Post by somechick on Jan 29, 2010 16:10:07 GMT -5
Poor Jesse! XD Lumiere, you foul little candle! Now that makes me wonder; how do candles . . . make feather dusters? I love this fanfic! Gah, so IC! :3
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Post by violetparr on Feb 11, 2010 22:33:53 GMT -5
Yeah…so…I haven't posted any snippets this month…and Valentine's Day is in a few days. So…How about a poem instead? Editor's note, this is more of a brotherly-sisterly love-y thing. It's based off a friendship on a Newsies site I'm on. Newsies is Disney, so I hope this works! The girl (whose point-of-view the poem is told from) is named Babydoll, on the site she and Jack "Cowboy" Kelly are really close friends, practically brother and sister, thus: Big Brother I was twelve, you were fifteen I'd somehow felt somewhere stuck in between but you gave me a hand, and we began Pape after pape, and year after year, I saw from you things only a brother would do.
"Ain't you glad nobody's waitin' up for you?" Well, ain't you glad that I'd be here for you through thick and thin, And I wouldn't it be funny if you knew I was waitin' up? I wonder if you know how much you've taught me.
Together in high times and hard times, stickin' together like good newsies should here in Manhattan where your dreams come true, even though you may not know it yet.
Big brother, do you know how I see you? Do you know that would matter to me if you left for the west and left me high and dry? Big Brother, don't you know it's protection I seek, that no one could possibly keep me safe like you do?
Big Brother, Little Sister, Babydoll, Cowboy
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Post by somechick on Feb 11, 2010 22:38:09 GMT -5
That's so deep and thoughtful, Skipadoodle! <3 It's got that o'hana feel to it. Kudos! <3 D'aw, it's so awesome.
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Post by thisisadryad on Feb 12, 2010 13:01:41 GMT -5
Yay! Super-Update Day! So, today I will be putting up several poems and maybe one last snippet. I have a few pairings in mind that Kristina gave me, but if you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to shoot me a PM. It may not be the best poem ever…but the pairing is Lucy(Narnia) and Les(Newsies)Blossom Growing up is hard to do, everything goes so rapidly one day things are there and the next they are gone and make-believe is not allowed.
That's what Susan told me.
But you're just like me, in age and in smarts and I know that we have similar light in our hearts that shows we're still young, we're still bright, we're still here.
It's a schoolyard crush with a fairy-tale plot the Queen and the Newsboy, it's a magical thought. And we've learned that we're just like two flowers, growing through the cracks in a sidewalk: It's hard to bloom in a world full of big feet
Then our stems intertwine and we'll stick out from the crowd, I'm not a proper queen, you're not a typical newsie, we're unique.
That is how we blossom
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Post by somechick on Feb 12, 2010 13:54:19 GMT -5
How romantic! =) They'd make a cute pair! I like how the poem speaks soothe! -hugs it-
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