Yom Revi'i - Nostalgia
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ryuutchi. Let's get right down to it-- today's theme is "Nostalgia". A lot of us have been in fandom for a good long while, so this is your chance to prompt a nostalgic fandom (or corrupt your childhood a little more).
Please remember to format your prompts in the proper manner-- as such:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Donatello, a crush on April O'Neil
Star Trek: TNG, Geordi La Forge/Data, opening yourself up
Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, musical abilities
Captain Planet, Author's Choice, affirmative action
You should know the rules by now, but if you don't, here they are:
If there's nothing here that catches your eye, feel free to go though our Lonely Prompts
Theme="Nostalgia"
comment_fic. Once more, I'm this week's host, ryuutchi. Let's get right down to it-- today's theme is "Nostalgia". A lot of us have been in fandom for a good long while, so this is your chance to prompt a nostalgic fandom (or corrupt your childhood a little more).Please remember to format your prompts in the proper manner-- as such:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Donatello, a crush on April O'Neil
Star Trek: TNG, Geordi La Forge/Data, opening yourself up
Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, musical abilities
Captain Planet, Author's Choice, affirmative action
You should know the rules by now, but if you don't, here they are:
- No more than three prompts per fandom.
- No more than five prompts at a time (though after you get one or more of your prompts filled, you are free to leave more).
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after air date or publication.
- Warn for spoilers in your fic in bold and with at least three spaces above your fic.
If there's nothing here that catches your eye, feel free to go though our Lonely Prompts
Theme="Nostalgia"
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Date: 2010-07-14 06:54 am (UTC)no fic, but
Date: 2010-07-14 08:00 am (UTC)Re: no fic, but
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:04 am (UTC)No fic, but
Date: 2010-07-14 12:47 pm (UTC)Seriously?! This prompt has been up all day. Why hasn't anyone filled this awesome prompt yet? :(
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From:FILL: Repeat, Mulder, Scully, Sam, Dean/Castiel, PG
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Date: 2010-07-14 01:23 pm (UTC)I'd consider moving back to AZ just to be in the same room as your brain. My gawd
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:15 am (UTC)oh god my childhood ;______;
Date: 2010-07-14 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-14 07:16 am (UTC)Not my usual fandom but I love the show so much I had to write this, hope you like
Date: 2010-07-16 06:10 am (UTC)But not this, not this wandering from store to store, ‘just in case something catches the eye’. This had been going on for hours already and Lance was already bogged down with bags from several stores with several items that had ‘just caught Kitty’s eye’ as they’d been wandering. At the rate they were going they’d be shopping till the mall closes. Lance sort of wished bucket head had planned an attack or something just to be able to get away from the seemingly endless shopping.
Up ahead of Lance Kitty squealed, “Oh look Bannana Republic’s having a sale.”
Lance sighed giving the stairs to the arcade a longing look before gathering himself and trudging in the direction Kitty’s voice had come from. Love or mutant telepath messing with him, he wasn’t sure which he’d prefer it’d be.
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-14 02:17 pm (UTC)i couldn't not write this.
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:19 am (UTC)Re: And here she is...
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:33 am (UTC)OKAY IT'S LATE AND THIS HASN'T BEEN PROOFREAD. But I love this couple. :D Enjoy?
Date: 2010-07-16 02:19 am (UTC)He probably shouldn’t find that as attractive as he does, but whatever. It’s really the best he can hope for, because this date took fourteen requests, six punches, two kicks, a vicious rant in the middle of Sikowitz’s class under the guise of improv, and a knee to the groin.
Good thing he’s persistent.
When he finally catches her eye, her brows raise. “This is fascinating,” she drawls, sweeping her pale arm through the air. He frowns slightly. It had seemed like fate (or something; he’s a teenage guy, cut him some slack) that the carnival had shown up in town the day after she screamed “fine!” at him in the middle of the hallway.
(He’d thought before he might have preferred some kind of blush and shy nod— but yeah, screaming and kicking and punching are kind of enticing on her. He has no idea, don’t even ask.)
“What do you want to do?” he asks, trying to subtly edge his way closer to her on the bench they’re sitting on.
“Nothing,” she says flatly, and very deliberately moves away from him.
“You know, I’m starting to think you’re not having fun.”
“What gave you that idea.”
He knows that it should be a question, but somehow she says it as a statement. How does she do that?
“Jade West,” he mutters, not intending her to hear. “Bending the rules of English grammar to suit her sarcasm since 1994.”
When he looks up again, she’s watching him out of the corner of her eye. And… “Are you smiling?”
The expression is immediately wiped off her face. “Why would I smile when you’re around?”
But he’s already grinning, that stupid kind that probably gave rise to the expression ear-to-ear. He recalls mentioning that to her once, and she’d said that was anatomically incorrect and not to be an idiot.
“You like me,” he teases, and on a whim that will possibly end painfully, puts his arm over her shoulders. She stiffens visibly, and looks at him like he’s some kind of fungus— but doesn’t move away.
“You’re okay,” she says casually, picking at her fingernail. Lights flash around them, and he sees somebody point at them, at Jade touch-me-I’ll-slap-you West letting Beck Oliver sit with his arm around her.
“I’m amazing.” He laughs, then pauses. The ferris wheel towering above them spills blue, yellow, red glows over her face, turning her pastel. “If I kiss you, how much pain will I be in afterwards?”
“…Scale?”
“One to ten.”
She considers. “Depends on how it is.”
“Best case scenario?”
Another pause. “Four. Three if you’re lucky.”
And of course he takes it. Four is nothing, and he’d never let her know it, but he would have kissed her even if she’d said ten right off the bat. He has no idea how she became worth it, but she is, so he turns her face to his and kisses her while a dozen different people break out in whispers and ohmygod’s. Her mouth is deceptively soft and only when they finally pull apart does he realize that one of her hands in on his arm.
She jerks it away when she notices him notice. Her breath is coming more heavily (but so is his, he can’t judge). Finally he catches her eye and raises his brows.
“What?” she demands, her own eyes narrowing.
“Still waiting for that three.”
This seems to catch her by surprise, but she hides it after only a second. He wonders if anyone else would have seen it. How could anyone care not to? “Four,” she grumbles, and then fists her hand in his hair and yanks forward. Hard.
“Ow!”
She smirks. “That’s what you get.”
But now their faces are only inches apart. He tilts his head and studies her. “I don’t get you,” he says softly, reaching out to brush away a piece of long hair spiraling down her cheek. She twitches at the motion.
“Maybe you’re stupid,” she suggests, half-hopefully.
“I want to get you.”
She lets out a shaky breath, not looking at him even though they’re so close he can see all the shades of her eyes. “Whatever.”
He kisses her again. Because she can deny all she wants, but when it comes right down to it: when she’d pulled his hair, wrenched it, really… it had, in fact, barely hurt at all.
And dammit, when it comes to her, that's more than enough for him.
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:34 am (UTC)