One sentence prompt meme

[thelongcon]

This is a meme that works best when there's a starter; but there's a trick to it - each prompt can only be one sentence long.


1. Posters - Leave comment with your character name, canon and preferences.
2. Pick one, or many of the choices below and write one sentence related to the prompt.

1. Angst
   
2. AU
   
3. Crack
   
4. Future
   
5. First Time
   
6. Fluff
   
7. Humor
   
8. Hurt/Comfort
   
9. Smut
   
10. UST

3. Taggers - Pick and choose from the sentence prompts and set your scene.

Comments

Macbeth | Gargoyles TV series (plus, you know, That Scottish Play)

[noneofwomanborn]

[ Up for any prompt! Will happily write the starter if tagged. ]

Joshua Washington| Until Dawn

[brother_alone]

1. I was left behind.

2. It's 6am and I just clocked in at my shift at the coffee shop up the street.

7. Ain't no party like a Washington party!

8. The medicine keeps me sane, but it makes me a stranger in my own skin.

Jason Todd/Red Hood | dcu | m/m for shippy, OTA for everything else

[hoodforhire]

[one sentence for each flavor! come at me~]

Angst: "My head is riddled with hate for you and everything you stand for."

AU: "Welcome to Starbucks. I'm Jason; what can I get started for you today?"

Crack: It wasn't the first time fucked up things had happened in Gotham, but it sure as hell was the first time that Jason Todd wound up with cat ears and a flicking tail.

Future: The days of the Red Hood may have been over for the last decade, but that didn't mean Jason was sitting on his ass for ten years.

First Time: "Easy..."

Fluff: There was no real reason to let him go, and yet Jason did it anyway.

Humor: Of all the places he expected to be found and things he expected to be found doing, stuffing fries into his mouth at McDonald's definitely wasn't high on his list.

Hurt/Comfort: When he woke, Jason knew he was concussed, but the full extent of what happened to him was only just starting to come back to focus.

Smut: Jason's hands roamed down his body, and he let out a low, purring chuckle as he found the pulse point at his throat.

UST: Apparently, life wasn't kidding about making lemonade from lemons; at least, that's all Jason could think as he was trapped in the air duct with this guy, their bodies touching in all the places that mattered.

ohai Jason, how about some AU

[justlikeacircus]

Dick had been distracted tapping away at his phone while he queued, Barbara was sending him ridiculously hilarious pictures of cats and he needed to find the perfect gif to respond with, so it was a second or two before he realised he was at the front of the queue.

The voice caught his attention and he froze, looking up guiltily, aware that there were probably people behind him waiting for their coffee.

"Hey, sorry, I'll have a- Jason!?" he stared at the man standing opposite him, shocked.

[hoodforhire]

Of all the goddamned people to show up in this particular run-down Starbucks in the worst part of Gotham, of course it would be fucking Dick Grayson. Jason took a moment to grind his teeth, to focus his anger and annoyance, to keep himself from grabbing the nearest thing to shove in Dick's face, but no.

This is his job now. And he's damned good at it. Fuck if Dick is going to ruin that for him.

"Hello, officer. May I interest you in a mini doughnut?"

[justlikeacircus]

"Uh..sure." Dick agreed, still trying to kick his brain into gear. He was not prepared to come face to face with Jason like this and he didn't know quite how to react. A cleared throat behind him reminded him that, awkward reunion aside, he still hadn't placed his order, and it was lucky that he'd got enough coffees that he was able to recite it without much thinking because he still hadn't quite figured out what to do next.

"...How are you?" he tried eventually as he waited for his total, busying his hands pulling his wallet out. Almost as soon as he said the words he wondered if it was really such a good idea... it was probably a terrible idea... a really terrible idea.

[hoodforhire]

"Doing wonderful," Jason drawled, writing DICK as largely as he could on all of Dick's cups. Because the order was so large, he left the register to help make a few of them. Luckily, most were very, very boring black coffees. "As you can tell by the fact that I'm not throwing this scalding hot coffee in your face." He forced a smile, cheekily.

How was he??! Jesus, Dick.

[justlikeacircus]

Yea, okay, that was probably the worst thing he could have said. ...well, maybe not the worst but it still ranked pretty high.

"Yea, I appreciate that..." he joked, but it fell a little flat. He was really going to have fun explaining to the guys at the station why his name was scrawled so fiercely over all of their cups. He could imagine it now, had he somehow spurned the barista? A one night stand, a broken heart? If they only knew the half of it..

"...You.." he stopped himself. 'You look good' was even worse than how are you, at least he had the presence of mind to not come out with that particular platitude "We should..talk..sometime."

Allison Argent - Teen Wolf - OTA, ask for 9, 10

[silverbow]

Angst - "Take care of yourself," she had said; it felt like goodbye.

AU - She pulls the soft folds of the sealskin towards herself, her hesitance ebbing with each passing second.

Crack - "I don't want to drown in a cave full of honey!"

Future - She'd never broken the habit of late nights and early mornings, why would it be any different now that she's living off someone else's couch?

First time - Staring at Kate's body, she swallows down the urge to vomit as tears streaked down her face.

Fluff - "I know I said I'll drop them off at the shelter come morning, but please can I keep one of them?"

Humor - Smirking, she snaps a photo of their handiwork: Every picture in the room had Nicholas Cage's face taped over their faces.

Hurt/Comfort - She pulls gently at the threads clinging to the wound, washing away the worst of the blood and dirt.

Nathan Seymour aka Fire Emblem | Tiger & Bunny

[hotlikeme]

7. "If you wanted advice, you should have come to me ages ago," Nathan laughed, covering his mouth with his dainty fingers.

10. UST: There hadn't been anything he wanted more than to let his fingers settle on that firm, warm backside, but somehow, he found himself holding back.

Or whatever you want!

7 (idek where I'm going with this, but I promise it will be terrible)

[caerbanny]

"I'm fairly sure this is a decision that is best made by oneself." Barnaby was a little sulky about the whole thing, honestly, the reasons for which would become apparent soon enough. Asking advice was embarrassing enough. Asking advice from Nathan, let alone about something like this -...

Well, in the end, he only had his own ignorance to blame. He sighed. "However, I wasn't able to come to an informed decision."

Terrible is what I like best!

[hotlikeme]

If there's one thing he loves, it's juicy gossip, especially concerning Handsome given how cold and no-nonsense he was. So Nathan was all ears. In fact he leans closer and smiles, seemingly as helpful and as sympathetic as possible.

"Oh?~ Do you really think that? You're coming to me, after all. Not that I mind in the slightest, Handsome." Was he looking for a little romantic advice, because that's basically what he's under the impression that that is what the subject of their little talk was going to be about.

He winked playfully despite himself, one leg crossing over the other at the couch he sat across from the other in.

"Tell me what's on your mind, and we'll just go from there.~"

... Then I will go with the most terrible thing I had in mind. >:{D

[caerbanny]

Barnaby took a deep breath. He was already having second thoughts, but... there was a reason he'd come this far. And now that he had, he was going to finish things.

"It's about Kotetsu-san... in a way." Also not at all, but one thing at a time. "His birthday is coming up soon, and I want to get him a fitting present."

If that was all, it would be easy - or at least easier. But Barnaby didn't know what Kotetsu even wanted, apart from things that Barnaby decidedly didn't want to give... and there was something else.

"Truth be told, I've been hoping to make things physical between us." He didn't blink, or even blush. There was nothing at all to suggest that he was talking about sex, and one could certainly be forgiven for being confused. But here Barnaby was all the same, bringing up that very topic. "A gift to tie into that would be convenient, but I'm not sure what the best choice would be."

aslkdfjdaslkjf HAHA I knew it!!!

[hotlikeme]

"A fitting present? My, how thoughtful, Handsome."

After all that length Kotetsu went through to get Barnaby his present, he could only imagine what Barnaby had in mind. They really were partners fitted for each other, weren't they?

He shifted his legs, the pink leather of his thigh-highs creaking for a moment as he moved, listening closely...And he froze for a moment, especially after that straight-laced delivery. What. Did. He. Just....Say?!

His eyes went wide and he of course couldn't help but lean across the distance to get up in Barnaby's face. How can he contain himself when this was a serious, serious issue! Handsome with...Kotetsu?!

"WHAAAT?! You-You're dating? Are you serious? Why didn't anyone tell me, MOU!"

10.

[kagemusha]

Ivan hadn't really had the courage to venture back to this place since Sky High had brought him and taught him a valuable lesson on sticking to your guns. Or in Ivan's case, sticking to his throwing stars and passion for the ancient Japanese celebration of male valor and virility. That was the essence of masurao.

"M-masurao.. time." He finally pipped up from behind his pink lemonade with mint-leaf. Sky High-san was right about one thing, Fire Emblem's club really did serve the best lemonade in town. Was is some kind of special salt? He wondered.. but then got back to the initial reason he came.

His heels crossed as they dangled from the high barstool, trying to make himself look small as possible in this overly-flashy establishment.

"I really want to know what its all about."

[hotlikeme]

So the shy little wallflower had come again to shadow his establishment? Well, that suited him just fine evidently, since his fingers were itching supremely to start groping...Too bad he knew better since Ivan freaked last time regarding a little body touch.

"Masurao time. It's one of my most popular events, where the boys in fundoshi line up perfectly, Origami-chan."

There was more to it, but he thought it best not to elaborate, given how squeamish his dear Origami Cyclone-chan was. Still, given he had some down time before the customers would start coming in he decided to indulge a little and slide up into the stool next to him, crossing his long legs, one over the other.

"So, you came alone this time just to find out about Masurao time? My, my."

Dick Grayson | Batman | OTA

[justlikeacircus]

2. Richard Grayson, Olympic gymnast, it has a nice ring to it don't you think?

4. He'd never even thought he'd live long enough to get to this point

7. Officer Grayson, you're in charge of the school field trip today, think you can handle it?

gdi, now I want to tag you in everything again, #4

[timothydrake]

The funeral was a somber affair. Not a dry eye in the place. Women wailing on the sidelines. News crews catching the grief of what was left of the Wayne mantle, in the form of four boys of varying heights, all blue-eyed and dark-haired.

The eldest of Bruce's boys, Dick, was of course, first in line to become CEO of Wayne Enterprises, but was that what Bruce had left in his will? None of them knew yet. It could very well be Jason, who had better business sense and could sweet talk a vegan to eat beef if he wanted. Or maybe Damian, who was the only biological son to note, who had Bruce's strong chin and heady eyes.

Not many people really thought of Tim for the job. Not even Tim. The last thing he wanted was to be proven wrong, so there he stood, one of the last to remain at Bruce's graveside after all the others had gone. Beside him, Dick. Tim wavered, the first real sign that something was off. Unless you counted the delicate smell of alcohol on his breath that he'd expertly tried to camouflage under cologne and hair products.

No objections here!

[justlikeacircus]

The past few days had been a struggle, a constant slew of details that Dick would never have thought of, but he knew he had to deal with it, it was his job as the eldest, stay strong for his brothers and sign all the paperwork. He hadn't actually stopped to think about all of Bruce's assets, where they would go, it was just one detail he didn't have to deal with yet, not until after the funeral at any rate. The problem was, he'd been so focused on staying strong for his brothers that he'd neglected to actually pay attention to them, all he'd wanted to do was keep the minutiae of the arrangements from interfering with their grief, but it meant he'd kept himself from being part of it as well. Jason had already left with Damian, Dick wanted to check in them but no doubt they'd both gone to spar or something of the sort, taking out their anger on walls or training dummies or each other, he'd be round to pick up the pieces once they were done.

Tim, though... he didn't know how to approach it, how he was feeling. He waited quietly beside him as the mourners filtered away, until it was just the two of them left, and finally, finally Dick saw him begin to break. He moved closer, reaching out an arm and wrapping it round Tim's shoulders.

*\o/*

[timothydrake]

The weight of Dick's arm around his shoulder was heavier than it should have been. Tim let himself be dragged close by it, but smelling Dick up close didn't exactly help. He sort of smelled like Bruce these days. Maybe he always had.

Maybe it was the alcohol clouding his head.

"You're staying, I assume?" he asked, still staring at the grave, his words soft on the cool autumn air.

Re: *\o/*

[justlikeacircus]

"As long as you need me to," he promised, not quite admitting to himself that shifting his focus from organising the funeral to looking after Tim was just another way of not dealing with his own grief, and dragged his gaze away from the grave to look down at his brother. He sniffed the air slightly, frowning. He'd missed it before, but this close the smell was unmistakable, however well Tim had masked it.

"...Have you been drinking?"

Maecenas | Rome | OTA

[smirkinbackground]

2. What do you mean, Maecenas we're sending you to military school!?

7. I drink wine all the time, I can absolutely handle my alcohol

8. Staying in the command tent is supposed to keep you out of danger

Fenrir | Norse Mythology | OTA

[ragnarokwolf]

1. I didn't mean to hurt you

2. Fenrir Lokisson might have an attitude problem, but he was a damn good hockey player

8. It's not that bad, just leave it, I'll survive.

Jack Rackham | Black Sails | OTA

[calicojack]

2. I think I want to start a fashion line, no really, stop laughing

8. Piracy is not without its risks, we all know this.

10. I think the gods conspire to drive me insane

Biffy | Parasol Protectorate | OTA

[justdandy]

1. He always knew immortality had its downsides

2. Rabiffano interior decor is now officially open

4. The 21st century wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it would be