Thursday - One Word Prompts
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mahmfic. Today's theme is one word prompts. All prompts are game with the catch that it can only be one word. Fills can be as long or short as you like.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Beckett, exception
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft/Lestrade, date
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mahmfic. Today's theme is one word prompts. All prompts are game with the catch that it can only be one word. Fills can be as long or short as you like. Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Beckett, exception
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft/Lestrade, date
Not fond of today's theme? Look at the lonely prompts.
tag=onewordprompts
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:28 am (UTC)Fill (Umineko, Maria)
Date: 2012-04-26 11:26 pm (UTC)"I'm going to take these" the nine years old declared, giving the man the item she intended to purchase.
"Popcorn?"
"Yep. Mom and I are going to stay up all night watching movies!" exclaimed Maria, thrilled by the idea.
"Oh, I'm happy for you Maria-chan."
"Me too! Mom promised it was going to be fun!"
After paying for the popcorn, Maria Ushiromiya left the small store and started walking back home. It was getting darker, and since she didn't want her mother to arrive before her she walked as fast as she could. Since she knew the road perfectly and she was pretty fast, it didn't take her more than five minutes to be back in the safety of her home. And Rosa had yet to arrive.
About an hour later, the young girl realized her mother couldn't be too far away, so she decided to start with the preparations. Maria took her purchase and started preparing the popcorn herself, wanting to give her mother a surprise. They used to enjoy popcorn at the cinema in the past, when they went together, but now Rosa's job didn't allow her to take such luxuries. However, Maria couldn't be happier with the fact that her mother could manage to get a night for her, one of those nights they didn't have since so long...
The phone rang while she was observing the popcorn being finished in the microwave. She ran and was quickly hearing the voice of her mother on the other line.
"Maria, I'm sorry."
Maria's face darkened. She already knew what was coming.
"I'm really stuck at work... I won't be able to get home until very, very late" explained Rosa, guilt present in her voice. "I know I promised you we would watch movies tonight, but..."
"It's ok mom" she assured her. "You have to work a lot, so Maria will stay here and take care of the house for you!"
"You're such a good child, Maria" Rosa smiled on the other side of the phone. "I'm really sorry."
"It's ok."
"Rosa, who are you talking to?" mumbled a man's voice on the other end of the line. "Come back to bed..."
"I really need to get back to work, Maria. Goodbye."
"Bye bye mom, good luck with work!" exclaimed Maria cheerfully.
When her mother hung up, her joy died. Maria stood there with the phone on her hand, as if she had been paralyzed, and she didn't react until she heard the sound of the microwave stopping, announcing that the popcorn was ready. Maria turned around with a smile that contrasted greatly with the stream of tears that fell down her cheeks, and faced the stuffed lion that was staring at her from the couch, the stuffed animal Rosa had once made for her.
"It looks like it's just you and me again, Sakutaro."
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:29 am (UTC)1 sentence fill
Date: 2016-03-22 05:47 pm (UTC)Grief tastes like ashes, and feels like an endless wind through feathers, and sounds like laughter never heard again, and smells like an absence of strawberry-scented shampoo, and looks like blood-stained blonde hair.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:29 am (UTC)A... different sort of drive-by with Dean and Castiel
Date: 2012-04-27 01:18 am (UTC)Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in a combination of exasperation and mild irritation. He really should know better by now. Friggin' angels!
"And why did you wink?"
"It was a joke, Cas," Dean explained. "A bad joke. A bad joke that completely loses all its funny if I have to explain it." The angel was staring at him with that blankly confused look that drove him crazy. He'd probably never hear the end of it if he didn't at least try. "You were standing on the street corner. You know, like a... Uh..."
"Prostitute?"
"I was gonna say, 'hooker,' but yeah."
"Oh." He appeared to be seriously considering the scenario. "Why is that funny?"
"It's funny because we both know you're not." Yep. Totally unfunny now. There was a long moment of awkward silence.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?" He attempted to brace himself for whatever might be coming next.
"You can't afford me," Castiel said, completely deadpan.
"I told you it was just a-- Hey! Was that a joke?" He gaped at the angel in the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry. I guess I don't really understand how jokes work..."
Dean recovered from his shock and laughed until he was pretty sure he might be crying! "No, Cas, that was actually funny! The delivery was perfect, but you might want to work on your timing."
"Okay."
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:30 am (UTC)Filled: Waistband
Date: 2012-04-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Read More (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/29037.html)
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:30 am (UTC)In Light of Recent Events, Clint (The Avengers/AoS/MCU)
Date: 2014-03-24 06:58 pm (UTC)New Mexico. New York. Old England.
How it started with Thor. How it spiraled with Loki. How it ended with Coulson.
Clint blocked everything -- the light, the documents, the photos -- from view with his hands. Scrubbing the after images from his eyelids was impossible, however, as was stopping the memories that seeped out like suds from a wrung sponge.
He scoffed at a reoccurring vision, a mere fleeting image from the clean-up scene in London.
“The ghost of Greenwich,” he muttered to a personal candid photo, the smile immortalized there contrasting with the humorless twist to Clint’s lips.
He needed some time away from the mess inside his head. Hoping to see a grown man in a red cape when his genius girlfriend was also in town wasn’t healthy. Neither was imagining a dead man walking through the rubble left in the wake of the caped man. Or dreaming about the crazy brother-slash-murderer of each man finally getting that throne he always wanted. Nothing hoped or imagined or dreamed was real.
Clint needed something tangible, like distance -- literal, physical distance. It was time to resume that vacation that was so rudely interrupted by a hammer falling out of the sky.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-26 08:35 am (UTC)Fill : Walk This Way
Date: 2012-04-26 09:43 am (UTC)Months pass, and he never once mentions a thing about their shopping-trip-that-wasn't on Persephone's dusty boardwalk, but sometimes- when their eye's meet and catch just so in the mess or he trips to a dead stop to watch certain of her favorite assets of his (that is to say, all of her) ascend the ship's entrance ramp in a particular slack-jawed fashion- and she knows. Might walk slower than usual with an extra swing to her hip, too.
Couple of times Captain catches her in her games, but the man's smart enough to hold his tongue. As long as her husband is fit to keep them sky-bound, Mal learned years ago just which words he can string together about her martial relations and walk away with his body whole and dignity in piece- and those which he can't.
Days like these her normally jovial husband always removes her plain, durable garments with a certain reverence- like they were more precious than all of Inara's fussy silks and delicate, beaded linens combined. Plain truth is she doesn't need to have any of their Companion's fancy training to know exactly what her man is thinking in moments like these.
Doesn't have to own a slinky dress for her husband to see her in it constantly, either.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:42 am (UTC)Fill: Curing Homesickness
Date: 2012-04-26 09:48 pm (UTC)“Jim.” Boyington sat down on the camp chair, Meatball flopping down at his feet. He nodded at T.J. across the way, a paper unfolded in front of him, his hands in his hair. “What’s up with Teej?”
“Letter from home,” Gutterman said. “Seems some girl he liked posted her upcoming nuptials, and his ma sent him a clipping. Boy’s homesick.”
“Ah.” Boyington leaned down, scratching Meatball behind the ear. The dog groaned appreciatively, shifting his weight to take advantage of the petting. “What about you?”
Gutterman huffed. “Jim, ain’t no better place to be than where I am right now.” He grinned, spotting the visiting nurses as they wandered into base. “Unless it’s with a beautiful woman.”
Boyington shook his head. “Yeah, let’s get T.J. and see if we can lift his spirits some, huh?” Pushing out of his chair, he slapped Gutterman’s arm.
Gutterman nudged Meatball with his foot as he stood up. Lolling his tongue, the dog scrambled up, running ahead of them with his tail wagging. “You mean see if they can lift his spirits some, doncha, Greg?” Gutterman asked, only to get an answering smirk from his C.O. Yup, some days it didn’t pay to join the Navy, other days, it did.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:12 pm (UTC)The short time he had spent around the two brothers Castiel started to associate them with different genres of music. What the humans called rock music of the 80ies was Dean. He always listened to it in that car of his which he lovingly called his ‘Baby’. Sam told him once that music was a good way to measure people’s moods. It hinted at their psychological state of mind when they didn’t or couldn’t express themselves verbally.
Castiel wasn’t an expert in understanding humans, far from it. He found them very confusing. That also applied to Dean. He often used cultural references that made absolutely no sense to the angel. Castiel may not know the name of all the rock bands Dean listened to, but he understood more than enough what message their music conveyed and what it said about Dean’s state of mind.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:52 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-04-26 09:15 am (UTC)He can feel the power in them, singing to that dark part of Giles that thought summoning Eygon was a good idea. That whispers that here is a way to protect Buffy, Willow, Xander and the rest if he'll just give in. Just a little bit, it'll be sooo good.
Giles can see the history in every crack, stain, rip and smokey smear.
He can hear the soothing sound of pages turning, reminding him of good times with his father and friends.
Books are a link to the past and the hope for the future. It's why Giles can never quite bring himself to allow the complete transcription onto the cold, lifeless pages of the dread machine Willow loves so much.
Even when he is running the Watcher's council Giles is always on the look out for books being abandoned that should not be allowed to fall in the wrong hands. Giles re-binds them by hand when needed, touches up the ink and charms with his own blood if necessary and gives them a secure new home.
Giles loves books though he sometimes hates the knowledge they contain.
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Date: 2012-04-26 08:53 am (UTC)Sam/Jess, pride
Date: 2012-04-27 12:50 am (UTC)The first time it happens she's a little frustrated, maybe even jealous that her boyfriend doesn't have time for her any more. "You're smart already," she says, leaning an arm across the page. "Brady and Dana are down at the bar; come have a drink." He smiles and she goes alone.
It's not that he's worried about failing, though, she realizes later. It's that he can't stand not to be the best. He doesn't talk much about his family, but she gets the impression that he was never the favorite kid. She knows he's putting himself through college, too; knows it's not because of his family's financial trouble.
It's pride, she decides, after waking up to find him snoring into a legal dictionary, and not for the first time. It's sheer, stubborn, stupid pride. She tiptoes around him and starts making the coffee.
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Date: 2012-04-27 04:49 am (UTC)To say that Loki was arrogant was something that caught people off guard. Loki was a linguist, preferred to talk his way out of situations rather than fight. He often complimented people, agreed with them. Or when he disagreed, found a way to not anger you in his disagreement. He had a kind of soft calm to him that people would never claim to be arrogance.
But that was exactly what Loki was. He knew he had a tongue of silver. He could work his way into almost any mind, given the chance, and get his way. Few people saw his ability. Odin was one. Heimdall was another. And sometimes, just sometimes, he wondered if Volstagg had also figured it out. He commented on it often enough. But until Heimdal or Odin, Volstagg still let him speak.
That’s what annoyed Loki the most. When he wasn’t able to speak. He had to teach himself, train himself. There was no one there to show him what to do, to practice with. Thor was brought up being taught combat by their father, and several other tutors. Loki, while trained in combat, never reached the level Thor did. And so his training after a while stopped. He stayed fresh, of course. Practicing normally with his brother or the Warriors Three. But his talent, the talent of persuasion, the talent of communication, wasn’t something that people practiced.
So he taught himself.
And he was very, very, good at it. Arrogance doesn’t have to be loud boasting and bracing. It doesn’t have to be how many scars you can gain. No. Arrogance is knowing you have the power to do whatever you want, whenever you want to. And if you put Thor and Loki side by side, Loki’s arrogance would drown his brother.
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Date: 2012-04-26 09:24 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-05-27 01:38 pm (UTC)You said 'author's choice' ... :)