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15_minute_ficWelcome to 2008! I hope everyone had a fantastic festive season and celebrated the new year in style.
Here is your first word for 2008.
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Today's word is: blatant
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Don't look at the word until you are ready to write. When your fifteen minutes are up and you have completed your ficlet, you may either post it as a response here, or post a link to the ficlet in your own journal. If posting on your own journal, please hide the prompt word in some way (ie. under an LJ-cut) in order to avoid spoiling it for others.
Today's word is: blatant
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on 2008-01-07 02:44 am (UTC)Title: The Right Thing to Do
Fandom: Firefly (pre-movie)
Characters: Mal, Kaylee
Rating: G-PG ?
Word count: 597
Kaylee's arms latched onto one another as she stood defiantly in front of Mal, eyes narrowed. He knew this look -- She always squinted at him like that for one of two reasons. Either she did it because she knew something about him that he didn't want anyone else to know, or because she was angry about one of the most recent choices he'd made. This happened with 8 out of 10 choices.
He looked up at her from under his defined brow and sighed. He didn't need her interruptions right now; at the moment he was the one flying Serenity, and she wasn't in the best condition, as was customary for her. He took one last glance at the glowing autopilot button on the switchboard and brought his full attention to Kaylee.
"I told you already. Wash ain't coming back for now." His tone was bitter. Of course, your tone would be bitter too if one of your best friends had just left you hanging for some dying old lady. ...Even if that old lady was your friend's grandmother. Sheesh.
"Come on, captain! How would you feel if your gramma was dying on some planet way out practically on the edge of the 'verse?" She looked like she was about to cry. Wasn't it obvious that they had to get back there to help them? Wasn't the life of a loved one more important than a job they had to do? She glared even harder at Mal, who was shaking his head, his eyes once again straight in front of him. The deep dark of space was starting to depress him.
"I ain't flying back now anyhow."
The two of them were silent, the hum of the cockpit room the only sound filling the air. The smell and sound and discomfort were making Mal sick. He threw a glance at Kaylee, who had been staring at him the whole time. She let her arms fall to her sides and her back slouch. Mal began mumbling, until it turned into full sentences that made even less sense than his mumbling...
"Zoe abandoned us too... Damned kids chasing after some expired life... Trying to make it last longer than it should. She's been dead for years now, I guarantee... Not having anyone there to look out for her. No wonder she was in the state she was in. I didn't even know Wash still had a grandmother. She's ancient. They should've just left her there, and we woulda been on our way to the job, to Persephone with the loot, and then back to that miserable system for a nice little funeral. Now, wouldn't that be shiny?"
His voice had grown from a low tone of anger until he sounded raving mad, talking more to himself than to Kaylee. She was crying, but she managed to get out something coherent.
"Mal!" She blurted out suddenly. "What about Tracey?! We gave him a funeral. We had a job to do then, dint we? But we stuck around 'til he was good and dead and we gave him a funeral. He ain't even part of our family! And Wash is a part of our family, so his gramma's gotta be part of it too!"
He sighed, looking up at her regretfully. "You're a right pain in the ass, Kaylee." But as angry as he seemed, he leaned over silently and switched off the autopilot. "But we're going back." His face remained stony, but inside he was furious with himself. He really needed to stop that whole blatantly-disregarding-the-truth type of thing.
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on 2008-01-07 03:28 am (UTC)Title: Untitled 2?
Fandom/original: Red vs. Blue
Characters: Church and Tex
Rating: R :D
Word count: 422
WARNINGS: A lot of swearing. Sex swearing. Cover your virgin eyes!
There sat the ghost of Tex, on that damn ridge in Blood Gulch.
Why the hell didn't she just…leave? There had to be some way for ghosts to move very long distances. Fly. Or teleport. Or something.
But no, instead she was here haunting the lamest piece of crap haunt that any ghost ever had – a box canyon in the middle of nowhere swarmed by society's biggest losers. Except for weight, she thought wryly about the flubby orange Red Team guy.
"You just stay here all the time because you have FRIENDS here," said a little voice. It wasn't a voice, really, more of a…conscience? It seemed to have worked its way into Allison's brain after having been dormant during all those years of bounty hunting. It scared the crap out of her at first because it almost felt like Omega, but it hadn't yet said anything about world domination or making the universe its own and it didn't like describing the gory things it would do to people or, in fact, speak in a British accent, so Tex figured it was benign.
"Uh huh. I don't think so," thought Tex in return. "I'm a bitch and a loner. I really don't like people. They're either stupid or they die before I get to…"
"Get to what, Tex?"
"I don't know."
"I think you do. Admit it. You had a…a thing. For several different people."
"A thing?!"
"Yeah, you know. Like. A crush."
"Shut the fuck up."
"I can't. I'm you."
"Remember those fantasies you had about York?"
"No. Well, I was young and stupid back then—"
"And Church, of course."
"Church and I were a serious item, of course I remembered him."
"Very fondly, I think—"
"FUCK. YOU."
"And for a while there, you were even kind of…well, it sounds sick, but…I remember you had an affinity for Omega for a short time there."
Tex stopped her mental conversation there, unable to stop a grin. She really was the best companion to herself. She knew herself too well…
"Hey, Tex," said Church, climbing the ridge. "You know, despite the fact that I'm an asshole and you're just as much of a bitch as I am an asshole, I'm glad that you died and got stuck here with us again."
"Thanks, faggot," she spat.
"You know you like it," he said.
Tex was silent for a whole five minutes. Church took it upon himself to sit down next to her. He was so OBVIOUS…
"Hey Church."
"What?"
"Let's fuck."
"…Okay."
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on 2008-01-07 04:20 am (UTC)Fandom: Fall Out Boy/The Academy Is...
Characters: William Beckett/Patrick Stump
Rating:R
Word Count:220
There was no denying the feeling.
Patrick could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead and his hands were shaking slightly. William was putting his hands on Patrick's hips, pulling him in closer. He was much taller but their bodies fit together perfectly.
Patrick was thinking about Pete and how he would feel if he knew that William Beckett was kissing his neck and letting his hands go where ever they pleased. He also was thinking about what Pete didn't have. He wasn't this small and this, well, pretty. He wasn't famous for his hips and he hadn't been able to get Travis McCoy into bed. If Pete Wentz was the King of Emo Boys, then William Beckett was the emo God.
There was no pretense, no words. Just William taking off his shirt and then dropping to his knees to take off Patrick's pants. It was all hard breathing and semi-darkness, it was the feel of soft skin making contact, finally it was a warm feeling of hot breath and soft lips that made Patrick wish he was sitting down. It was soft sighs at first and then a gasp. Even with his eyes closed, Patrick was seeing stars.
William stood up, never bothering to wipe his mouth. Soft, sweet kisses on Patrick's slightly parted lips would suffice.
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on 2008-01-11 06:48 am (UTC)Fandom/original: Heroes
Characters: Adam Munroe
Rating: G
Word count: 417
( With age comes wisdom, and no one knew it better than Adam Munroe. (http://lyricnonsense.livejournal.com/33454.html) )
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on 2008-01-11 11:49 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Myra Considine
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 548 (15:23min, 2min tweaking)
http://bacchae23.livejournal.com/2008/01/11/