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Here is a non-exhaustive list of ideas for absolute trash that I love threading. Feel free to RNG it:

H/C (recovering from injury or illness)
High school/university AU
KITTENS
Bake sale rivalry! (ilu, Sue)
Pacific Rim AU
Sentai AU!
Coffee shop AU
Dancing for some reason
Black Jewels AU because fuck you that's why
Drunkenness, public or otherwise
IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A KISS ~~AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP~~
Stupid bets are so very, very stupid
We're at a wedding. Why are we at a fucking wedding. Who are these people even.
Mutual imprisonment/trapped in a room (some decent prompts here)
Secret relationship stuff--no one must know! That's why making out in public is even hotter!
Will always love that sentinal and guide AU thing
Oh god please stop crying help it's leaking and I don't know how to make it stop
I'm a sucker for that should never be together stuff.
Honestly, I fucking love AUs, just make something up, I don't even care. Bonus if it's from some movie or TV show where I know the canon so I don't have to ask dumb questions.
The way you blew that guy up was really amazing oh god I have a crush on you now shit shit shit
Hit me with a text from last night or make something up, I love writing Wrath text posts.
SERIOUSLY JUST MAKE UP YOUR OWN I WILL NOT MIND AT ALL

North exited the shower and scrubbed a towels over his scalp. He was on a tight schedule today and if he didn't get ready soon he knew his bodyguard would come knocking to get on his case about his tardiness. Still, he pulled on his clothes a bit slowly, savoring this time he had to himself.

Things had changed a lot since he'd gone pro. Basketball players were paid a lot of money and even though they were tough and athletic, their continued physical fitness was considered a financial asset. So the risk that something might happen during his interactions with fans—or, more precisely, other teams' fans—was not one that the owners of his team wanted to take.

He'd only been under this restriction for a couple of days, so it was something he had yet to get used to. He knew it would come with time, especially as the two of them got to know one another. In any case, now that he was dressed it was time to get going. He left the bathroom and went into the main part of his hotel room. Soon enough it would be time to roll.

There was a woman sitting on his bed, waiting patiently. Bright pink hair, ridiculous shoes, could be easily mistaken for a manic pixie dream stripper at first glance. "Ah, there you are. Must have been a nice shower."

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"I figured I'd better milk it for what it was worth," he said wryly. "The rest of the day is pretty packed." Appearances to make, photos to be shot, signatures to be signed. He knew by the time he got back he'd be worn out, even if it didn't tax him much physically.

Wrath laughs. "Stay in the shower until you turn into a tall, pink prune. I'll just run up your pay-per-view bill."

"I'm not sure my publicist would like that plan, unfortunately," he said. "And honestly? As busy as I've been I prefer that to loafing around."

"Well, that's what I'm here for. To make sure you get to stay busy, right?" And safe, actually. The safe is the more important part. But this was her principle can be out and about and not having to worry about getting attacked by some crazy. "That mean you're ready to go, then?"

Bodyguard AU

bothbarrels - 2015-05-07 16:29 (UTC) - Expand

I've got an idea if you're up for having then get jumped

pain_train - 2015-05-07 20:11 (UTC) - Expand

sure!

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[Orion was usually a little more extroverted and outspoken, but as a transfer student he found he had more of a hesitance with this unknown group of peers, choosing to observe rather than engage throughout his classes while he tried to figure out some sort of footing in this new school.]

[And as a casual observer, it wasn't really like any other school, except for her. She was hard to miss, really. Vivacious, happy, and with a long shock of bright pink hair. When she'd passed his locker in the hallway, or stood a few people ahead of him in the lunch line, he couldn't help but stare. That was the kind of person he wished he was friends with, but he found himself shy to the prospects of breaking the ice.]

[Captain of the fencing team and dedicated cheerleader; that's Sarah, aka Wrath to anyone who crosses her. She's also a lot more friendly than people give her credit for--but who's going to stop her, let's be honest.

So she notices that she's getting watched. She always gets watched. She honestly likes being watched, though hopefully not in an entirely mean way. So one day, she just swings by and leans on the locker next to his.]

You know, you should just say hi.

[The last thing Orion was expecting was for her to come see him directly, and he's not prepared for it. He fumbles with the book he's currently pulling out to drop in his bag, recovers, and chuckles nervously.]

Yeah, I guess I should have. You seemed pretty busy though, didn't want to interrupt. [it was only half the answer, though. He'd been so much more confident at his old school.] But, uh ... well ... Hi?

No one's too busy for hi, at least not in high school. So are you shy, or do you just think I'm a scary jerk?

[She grins.]

I don't think you're a jerk. [Easy way of saying Oh hey yes in this particular moment I am shy as hell thank you for noticing.

He takes some time arranging the books in his bag and then closes his locker and spins the dial.] I mean, I don't know you, so I guess you could be a jerk? But you seem really nice with your friends, so ... I doubt you're a jerk. I mean, uh. I'm Orion.

Well good. I don't think I'm a jerk. [She kind of is at times, really, because she's a bit of a troublemaker.]

Everyone's really nice to their friends though, right? So I could secretly be a jerk and now you're talking to me.

Like the constellation? My name Sarah.

Re: High School AU

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High School AU

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High School AU

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High School AU

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High School AU

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High School AU

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Irritation had been how it'd all began, a distinct sense of dislike and disapproval for the fact that the current client had insisted on multiple assignments this time. One and done, that was how it was supposed to be, go in, cause hell, get out, collect paycheck and repeat ad nauseum. Simple in theory, less so in practice, but it was a life that was, at the very least, profitable and simple enough. No need to worry about the morality of anything, the simple black and white of 'do this thing because you're getting paid for it' was enough. Had always been enough.

Irritation had given way to anger, though, when it was revealed that the job wasn't for a single operative, but two. That wasn't the way things worked; people hired 'Maine' (there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't regret the moniker, cursed younger him for deciding on it) to act as shock and awe, not to play backup to someone else. Oh there had been fury, bravado and posturing and threats, but that hadn't changed a single thing. If the pay hadn't been so tempting, he would have most certainly walked.

And perhaps it was for the best that he hadn't, because the woman that he was assigned (forced, if he was being honest with himself) to work in tandem with was, at the very least, interesting. Not what he would have expected, though that wasn't saying much because he'd expected so little, but at the very least competent while on the job. He hadn't made a point to get to know her during down times.

Competent enough that eventually he'd found his eyes wandering, even through hails of bullet fire, because there was something almost artistic in the way her sword was nearly an extension of herself. Intriguing, and he'd have to begrudgingly admit that it was impressive. But also who the fuck used swords anymore?

Eventually it settled on frustration, though. Frustration at the fact that yes, she was skilled enough to keep up with him. Frustration that she might have been better than him. And most certainly frustration over the fact that it was far too appealing to watch her wade through any opposition, covered in gore and grinning.

What the fuck.

He'd been surly all day, and the fact that they were now stuck waiting, camped out inside a warehouse that they'd been sent to ultimately burn down, hadn't helped anything. And if he'd been staring at her in the quiet, it was simply because of that fact anyways; boredom, he'd take that lie to his grave.

Wrath had developed a few opinions about her reluctant partner over the missions:
1) Didn't talk much, but fine, she didn't need him to talk much.
2) Competent, which was really the most important thing, since she didn't want to get her ass killed because some random merc couldn't get his shit together. She'd been on enough decent teams to give him a chance as long as he didn't try to knife her for her share of the pay. (It would be dumb for him to try. Other people had tried, and it was worth noting that she was the one still alive and relatively unblemished.)
3) Unfairly hot. Seriously, who the fuck needed that many muscles or that much height? He presented a challenge like a mountain that needed climbing, except for
4) What a taciturn a-hole.

A taciturn a-hole who was currently staring at her. Maybe she'd been wrong about him not being dumb enough to try to knife her for the pay.

While they waited, she'd unsheathed Howl and gotten out her trusty whetstone, oiled it, and gotten to work. She hated having nothing to do with her hands, and drawing was really not an option right now. But the motions were so familiar it still have her nothing but time to think. Think and notice that the taciturn a-hole was still staring at her.

Well, better to be friendly. That had always been her policy. Friendly up until evisceration was necessary. "Do I have something on my face?"

Okay, maybe not that friendly. But she'd been smiling when she said it at least.

If the display was supposed to intimidate, it was a spectacular failure; it would take more than unsuble shows of weaponry to dissuade him. In fact, perhaps it would be fair to say that the exact opposite. Despite how archaic a weapon the sword was, it was interesting. Rarely used, if at all, back home, and so he'd had little chance to ever see anyone in action with one, let alone proper care.

But he'd been caught, apparently, if her questioning had any merit. There was no reason to offer an answer though; he didn't owe any explanations, after all. Instead, there was merely a slight narrowing of his eyes, a flick of his gaze to the weapon, but no other tell that he'd even heard her. No need for idle small talk, it was unnecessary.

"Hm?" Yes, she sees where he's looking. Where, he's not the first to think she's weird for using a sword, or whatever. And he won't be the last. He gets the standard answer. "Eh, I figure guns are for people who don't have the balls to get in close."

She gives him a little smile. "Present company accepted of course. I'm sure you have all the balls in the world. Balls for days."

Okay, she might be... poking at him a little.

He's not dense; the ribbing earns her a look, displeasure and slight annoyance all in one. Were it not for the fact that she's shown on multiple occasions that she's actually quite skilled, he would be sorely tempted to terminate the contract. Or rather, terminate the parts that he's not entirely happy with.

But she's competent. And it's driving him to distraction, damnit.

"Fists 're better by that logic." And oh does he know the joys of hand to hand. Nothing quite like feeling the crack of bone under one's knuckles, after all.

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20 MERCENARY AU BC CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP

kekeke

there will someday be a universe in which maine isnt a little shit and this is not it

Well, she's a bit of a shit too~

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Give me your dumb text threads

Here have some Foxtrot because Sanc lives forever in my heart

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