On Prompts and Fiction

[scribblemyname]

So I've a friend in need of prompts and I collect prompts like candy, even getting a ton of fic written to them besides being chronically behind.

So. Throw in prompts, write to prompts, comment on prompts, whatever pleases you.

1. Canon (fandom or original)


2. Character and/or pairing (optional)


3. Prompt (can be text or image - detailed as you want)

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PROMPT MASTERLIST



Text Prompts

• any, who turned out the lights: filled


• any, any/any, we could have danced all night


• He/she knew something was wrong when the regular tipped more than usual.


• "I'm not the girl you once put your faith in just someone who looks like me."


• "So better take the keys and drive forever / Staying won't put these futures back together / All the perfect drugs and superheroes / Wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero."


• "Get out while you can / Baby, I'm pouring quicksand / And sinking is all I had planned / So better just go."


• "You look like a perfect fit / For a girl in need of a tourniquet."


• "And you will say / That you're making headway / And put it in overdrive / But you're mistaking speed / For getting what you need / And never even noticing / You never do arrive."


• "And you're powered by / The hopeful lie / That it's just around the bend."


• Author's Choice, You're all the time believing / The Very Best In All, / The Devil Was An Angel, / But He Took A Little Fall, / Oooh, You Keep Your Guard Up, / For The Lurkers In The Dark, / The Day You Let It Down, / Your Chased Through The Park: filled


• "I'll get a pen and make a list / And give you my analysis / But I can't write this story / With a happy ending / / Was I the bullet or the gun / Or just the target drawn upon / A wall that you decided / Wasn't worth defending?"


• MCU, ex-Winter Soldier (or pre-WS Bucky Barnes), A soldier on my own, I don't know the way / I'm riding up the heights of shame / I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest / I'm ready for the fight and fate


• Leverage, Parker(/any), Money or Person?


• Two people each about to pull the last flower from the garden/meadow/place.


• The one where they've grown up best friends and everybody but them realizes they're practically together: filled


• any, home is a person you cannot live without: filled


• any, this is the way we say goodbye (it's not how we said hello): filled


• Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/Andrew Garner, culinary catastrophe


• any, "Technically, I didn't actually blow up the oven—just the spaghetti squash inside it.": filled


• any, "Is that your solution for all problems? Tea?" "You should try it.": filled


• any, she only pretends to know everything (but everyone believes she does): filled


• any, you're the answer and I am the question: filled


• any, 5 reasons they would never work and 1 reason they totally do: filled


• "Je ne t'ai pas vu partir / Ni entendu la porte claquer / C'est un peu facile a dire / Après quelques annees" — ("I didn't see you / leave / Or hear the door shut / That is easy to say / After a few years")


• any, friend is a part of you in someone else's body: filled


• any, any brothers, reconciliation: filled


• Kingdoms and Thorn, "In the hearts of men / In the arms of mothers / In the parts we play to convince others / We know what we're doing / We're doing it right."


• "Vous savez bien / Que dans le fond he n'en crois rien / Mais cependant je veux encore / Ecouter ce mot que j'adore / Votre voix aux sons caressants / Qui le murmure en fremissant / Me berce de sa belle histoire / Et malgre moi je veux y croire" — (You know well / That in the end I believe nothing / But in the meantime I want again / To hear the word I adore / Your voice and your caresses / That murmur in trembling / Soothe me in its beautiful story / And in spite of myself I want to believe)


• There is something utterly depressing about having to remove the carpet from one's home and knowing those bare floors are going to stay that way for a long time. It's like having poverty and failure stare you in the face every time you take a step.


• "I bruise you, you bruise me / We both bruise too easily / Too easily to let it show."


• "You said you liked storms / So I let you in / / Turns out you can only handle a little rain / And I am a hurricane."


• "If I could say anything, anything / What would it be? / Good question for our destined reality / I would tell you that I love you / Even when it didn't show / I would tell you that I love you, baby / By now I hope you know."


• "If your mind is always moving / It's hard to get your heart off the ground / Yeah, your mind was always moving / Your thoughts never made a sound."


• "You got my heart on a string / You want me back and you know / I'll do anything / Just when I thought I was free / Knock knock the door is locked / But you still got a key."


• Doing laundry like this: [link]


• "Today I realized, / You didn't care anymore / / And then I realized / You probably never did anyways. / / And the saddest part of it all / Is that you made me believe you did."


• "A perfect relationship isn't actually perfect at all. It consists of two people who never give up on each other despite any hurt or pain."


• "Never forget what someone says to you while drunk. Drunk confessions are sober thoughts."


• Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief / Where you are the valet of honor and I am the thief / And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track / How from a beautiful girl I became someone ruined and wrecked / Was all in your back, all in your back / / So I spin in the dance of your absence and put on a show / But why do I smile baby, you of all people should know / The one that you loved died a long time ago...


• And all those things I didn't say / Wrecking balls inside my brain / I will scream them loud tonight / Can you hear my voice this time / / This is my fight song / Take back my life song / Prove I'm alright song / My power's turned on / Starting right now I'll be strong / I'll play my fight song / And I don't really care if nobody else believes / Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me


• Hey now don't you runaway, don't you runaway. / You're safe. / Hey now don't you be afraid, don't you be afraid. / You're safe.


• So slow down / There's some kind of blessing here / But you have missed your cue / / So keep your eyes set on the horizon / On the line where blue meets blue / And I would let that silver lining / Where I know it'd find you soon / / 'Cause I have sailed a 1000 ships to you / But my messages don't seem to make it through


• The whole world is watching / When you rise. / The whole world is beating / For you right now. / Your whole life is flashing / Before your eyes. / It's all in this moment that changes all. / / What are you waiting for? / What are you fighting for? / Cause time's always slipping away.


• I'm gonna run to the edge of the world / Run to the edge of the world / Feel that I'm gonna get home if I try


• Shadowboxing the other half / Learning how to react / I've spent most of my time / / Catching my breath, letting it go, / Turning my cheek for the sake of the show / Now that you know, this is my life, / I won't be told what's supposed to be right

Other Prompts

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Comments

Re: Contagious Paranoia 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

She considered staying and asking what he was doing for maybe half a second and then chose to run. She'd rather not risk confrontation, not when she was unarmed and knew that while she could lift an elderly patient if she had to, she was no fighter. Trace and his father were both detectives, and while she didn't know that either of them carried a gun or even had one, she felt better going toward them than staying where she was.

She hadn't realized how much her feet hurt from being on them all day, not until now, and she was going to have to find different shoes because these ones might be fine for work but not for running. She was an idiot. Since when did she run or did that even matter?

Well, it did when someone was chasing her, as that guy did seem to be, as proved by a quick glance over her shoulder.

She barreled right into something solid, needing a moment and the faint, familiar scent of soap in the Villines house to understand that it was a person. She knew it was Trace after hearing him mutter a low curse in French. Beauregard never spoke French. She didn't know why. She figured she was better off that it was Trace, though. His father might not understand or even recognize her.

She looked up at Trace, trembling and trying to form words, feeling like a fool.

“Your car's in the shop. You were going to take the bus, but something spooked you.”

She admired his perception most days, but right now she was just grateful she didn't have to explain because she wasn't sure she could. He was right. The car was in the shop. She'd been to the bus stop. Now she was back and being chased.
“I know I told you not to listen to Dad's stories,” he said. “The whole bust shop—bus stop—thing is an exaggeration. Most of the time, at least. Still, you got a good scare, didn't you? I'm guessing you figured he was a purse snatcher?”

“Um...” Emma didn't know what she thought, other than maybe she should start carrying a taser or mace or something useful in her purse.

“Dějuki,” Trace said, reaching around her to take something from the man who had followed her. “Promiňte.”

The man smiled at Trace, nodding as he walked away, heading for the bus stop again. Emma frowned as Trace passed her back her billfold. It must have fallen out of her purse when she dug out her phone, and that man had just tried to give it back.

“I feel stupid now.”

Trace shrugged. “It happens. Doesn't help that Dad put all those stories in your head.”

She rolled her eyes. “It was not—what language was that, anyway?”

“Czech.”

“You speak Czech?”

“No. And I don't even know that he did, it just seemed the best fit for his facial structure and visible genetics.”

“You could tell that by looking at him?” Emma asked, shoving her billfold back in her purse and trying to find normalcy again.

“Certain regions and ethnic backgrounds produce distinctive features which can sometimes identify a person's origin without them speaking a word or answering a question. I learned how to tell the difference between most of them when I was ten, I think.”

She smiled at that. Somehow, it was endearing. “You detectives.”

“Yeah, well, you're not the only one my father has ruined,” Trace muttered. “Come on. I'll drive you home.”

Re: Contagious Paranoia 2/2

[scribblemyname]

Oooh. I like this and all the twists and turns and reversals in such a short space. Lovely.

Re: Contagious Paranoia 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks. :)

I kind of figured I was shoving too much in again, but I enjoy their contrasting views of his father and already had the bus stop thing in the story so it all wanted to be done.