On Prompts and Fiction
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scribblemynameSo 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.
PROMPT MASTERLIST
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So. Throw in prompts, write to prompts, comment on prompts, whatever pleases you.
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PROMPT MASTERLIST
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- 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
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Date: 2015-06-05 08:44 am (UTC)The Possible True Explanation for Beauregard and Pastrami 1/2
Date: 2015-06-05 09:26 pm (UTC)“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Can't be,” Trace said, his voice full of sleep and his words ending in a yawn. “Not awake. Have to be dreaming. Having a nightmare if this is what it looks like it is.”
Emma frowned, but Beauregard just laughed, not bothering to wipe his hands on the towel he'd used as a makeshift apron before reaching to ruffle his son's hair. Despite his fatigue, Trace dodged the attempt with ease that she assumed was reflex. Her frown deepened when she found herself questioning whether or not Beauregard had put him through as thorough a course in self-defense as he seemed to have done with the other aspects of being a detective and how young he might have been when that started.
“We agreed on a no-cooking policy for Dad over twenty years ago,” Trace said, going to the cupboard. “I take it he conned you into this? I'm surprised he didn't want to make pastrami omelets or even pancakes, as horrifying as that would be.”
Emma snorted, not quite stopping herself from laughing, especially after the pout on Beauregard's face. “He didn't con me into anything. I was making breakfast and he offered to help. I know if you'd been awake earlier—”
“He'd have tried to steal my place,” Beauregard said, shaking his head as he pointed the spatula at his son. “Not a chance, boy. This is my kitchen.”
Trace rolled his eyes. Emma smiled, having a feeling this would lead to another story or two. “I was going to say Trace would have made breakfast himself. He likes to try and make sure he gets all of the cooking done so that I don't have to do it.”
“Not your job,” Trace said, and she got to roll her eyes this time because it was. He set his coffee mug on the counter and eyed the pot she was standing in front of and blocking. “You started early today.”
“And you had a late night,” she said. “I think you could have stood to sleep in a little later. Or is not sleeping part of the detective thing, too?”
“The trick is learning to sleep with your eyes open and your ears still taking in knowledge,” Beauregard told her. “Mastery of such a skill is key to all investigations.”
“And cooking is very much not,” Trace said, going over to his father and pulling the spice jar out of his hand. “That does not go in pancake mix. Even if you were making crepes with meat that would just be wrong. Why would you think that would taste—never mind. You eat pastrami. That is a lost cause.”
Emma bit her lip, knowing she was going to end up giggling at some point this morning. “Since when did you memorize what goes in pancake mix?”
“I believe I was nine when I got to add cookbooks to my approved reading list,” Trace said. “Before that it was encyclopedias and true crime novels.”
Emma blinked. That had to be another of their jokes, right? Trace had told Liz he read too many books if he counted encyclopedias, but he hadn't mentioned true crime novels or cookbooks.
“It was self-defense, really,” Trace went on, edging past her to get to the coffee pot. “I'd only been asking for them since I was six and he blew up the oven.”
“What?”
“I did not blow up the oven,” Beauregard said, defensive, and Trace just looked at him. The older man sighed, shaking his head as he did. “Way to make me look bad in front of the lady, kid. Thanks a lot. What kind of a son are you?”
Trace filled his coffee and leaned back against the counter with a slight smirk, enjoying himself. “I see you failed to tell her that story.”
“I did not blow up the oven,” Beauregard repeated, insistent. Emma looked to Trace and back to him, and he relented. “It was the turkey inside it that exploded. Not the oven.”
“You blew up a turkey?”
Trace nodded. “Was like something right out of a horror movie. People asked me how I could be so calm at crime scenes, but you know, after you've seen a poultry explosion on that scale at such a young age, very little fazes you.”
The Possible True Explanation for Beauregard and Pastrami 2/2
Date: 2015-06-05 09:28 pm (UTC)“I did not. He's just trying to distract you, since anyone would be scared to cook with him after that incident and because he would never admit to a weakness so he won't tell this story, but he's just deflecting. It's a clear case of revisionist history.” Trace said before he set down his cup. “I still find it extremely unfair that one of my clearest memories of my early childhood is that bird exploding, but I also object to the allegations of nightmares. I think someone has attributed them to me, but I am not the one who would have had to fear the hoards of avenging avians. I didn't have anything to do with cooking that bird. Besides, I have proof.”
“Proof?” Emma asked, not sure which of them she believed or if she even believed this had happened. Trace had just as much skill for storytelling as his father. If they were Irish or she was, she would have said they both had a gift for blarney.
“Yes,” Trace answered. “Just watch him twitch when a certain holiday comes up and everyone's advertising using turkeys. It was him that had the nightmares about birds coming after him. Trust me on that one.”
Emma had to grin, seeing Beauregard's reaction. He was like a big kid sometimes, the way he did things, and it could be as adorable as his interactions with his son. Trace refilled his cup and slipped past her only to get caught by his father.
Holding onto his arm, Beauregard lowered his voice, but it didn't quite make the whisper she figured it was supposed to be. “Why you got to show me up like that? I was making good progress there. Might even get her to move in.”
Emma swallowed. She didn't know how to respond to that. She had reasons for not being a live-in health aide, and she hadn't thought Beauregard was flirting with her. He had been in a good mood, happy and helpful, and she wanted to think he was just giving Trace a hard time, that he didn't mean any of that.
“You're slipping,” Trace told him in the same not-quite whisper. “Slight indentation and lighter color on the ring finger of her left hand.”
Beauregard looked over at her, and Emma realized she'd covered her hand. She knew she was red. She was a nurse, she should be used to the flirting and the assumptions people sometimes made about the care she gave in homes, and most of the time she was, but she wasn't prepared for these two.
“I am going to work now,” Trace said. “If you don't behave for Emma, I'll tell her all about your skirt chasing days.”
“I didn't have skirt chasing days.”
“Sure you didn't. Higgins will confirm that I knew every bad pickup line there ever was by the time I was seven.”
“That is because he bought you a book of them thinking it was a funny joke,” Beauregard muttered, grumbling under his breath. “Cop humor should be illegal. I swear he did his best to derail all your training and ruin your mind.”
“Yes, but it was fun,” Trace said, grabbing his coat from the rack. He pulled it on and patted his pocket to check for his keys before walking out the door. Beauregard turned back to the batter, mixing it up and starting to hum.
Emma glanced at him and then forced herself forward, opening the door and going out onto the step, folding her arms against her chest and the sudden chill.
“Trace?”
He looked back at her. “You stopped wearing the ring four days after you came to work for us, but I didn't ask or make assumptions. If it's any consolation, he'll probably forget and his flirtatious moods are rare.”
She grimaced. She wasn't sure she considered those things consolations. She forced herself to swallow and yet the explanation didn't come. She could have told him everything, but she didn't. “I didn't—is the story about the turkey true?”
Trace grinned. “Of course it is. I think it's half the reason he's so obsessed with pastrami. Turkey sandwiches give him flashbacks and nightmares.”
She laughed, letting the humor warm her and settle her nerves before going back into the house.
Re: The Possible True Explanation for Beauregard and Pastrami 2/2
Date: 2015-06-16 06:23 pm (UTC)Re: The Possible True Explanation for Beauregard and Pastrami 2/2
Date: 2015-06-17 01:41 am (UTC)