Tuesday: Un-Deux-Trois

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Greetings! It’s 4bdnsn0wflake again.

Today’s theme is Un-Deux-Trois, which means, prompts can have anything to do with numbers and/or counting.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ The Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, tea for two

+ MCU, Bucky Barnes, one is the loneliest number

+ Lucifer (TV), Chloe Decker(+/any), the three most important people/things in her life

+ Author’s Choice, any character(s), sixth sense

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[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

The Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, tea for two

[Fill] Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - The Pause That Refreshes

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Donald leaned back on his heels, to admire his handiwork, and swiped a hand across his forehead leaving a streak of dirt behind. The flowers, Timothy's favorites, were all planted and despite the warmer than anticipated temperatures they seemed to be thriving.

All that was left was to even out the soil on in the planter and then water everything down. Ten, fifteen minutes tops of work left before he could plop down in his hammock and take a well earned snooze.

In front of him a highball glass filled with ice cubes and a dark liquid materialized into view reminding him how thirsty he was.

"I thought you might like some tea." Timothy handed over the glass, smiling down as Donald finished off half of it in one long drink. "The flowers look beautiful. Thank you."

Donald tilted his head back, smiling then handed the now empty glass back. "Thank you. That hit the spot."

"Why don't you go take a shower and cool off? There is a full pitcher of tea in the refrigerator."

Donald eased himself up to his feet then leaned in for a kiss. "Why don't you get the hose while I even up the soil then we can share a shower and that pitcher of tea."

Timothy smiled back, his hand cupping Donald's cheek for the space of a heartbeat. "I like that even better."

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes, one is the loneliest number

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (TV), Chloe Decker(+/any), the three most important people/things in her life

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Author’s Choice, any character(s), sixth sense

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Any, any, two lovers can be at times one too many

Fill: Two Too Many

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Andrej rubbed the back of his neck as he surveyed the destruction of his living room. The couch cushions were dislodged and crooked, the afghan that hung across the back was on the recliner. Clothes were scattered on every flat surface, causing him to do a double take. There were four pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, several pairs of boxers, and more socks than he could count. They hadn’t just gotten naked, they’d gotten into a fight.

Typical.

“Why can they not even fold clothes without having an argument,” he asked the empty room, bending to start gathering the laundry scattered all over the place. Dropping a pair of Zayne’s boxers and one of James’ t-shirts into the basket he found on the dining table, he made his way around the room picking up after his boys.

The trail of clothing led him down the hall and towards the bedroom, where he found them in a pile, naked and sleeping. Andrej rolled his eyes and threw the laundry he’d collected in the hall into the basket to be washed later. Most of it was likely what they’d had on before the fight broke out, but Andrej was at a point where he wasn’t sure if he cared or not.

“Sunteți astfel de copii,” he grumbled, frustrated enough by their antics to default to his native tongue.

“Nu sunt un copil,” Zayne muttered sleepily, curling into James’ side.

Andrej snorted. Of course, he’d know how to say ‘I’m not a child’ in Romanian. It was one of a handful of phrases Zayne had picked up over the years. That and ‘I love you’ were about the only ones he managed to use properly, however. Not that Andrej minded, that Zayne remembered any of it at all was a miracle.

“Yes, you are,” he replied to his boyfriend who was already asleep again. He shook his head and left them sleeping. It would be a hell of a lot easier to clean up their mess without them bickering over who started what and why.

All he’d wanted was a home, enough food, and maybe someone to share his nights with. One boyfriend had been perfect. Two, well, two had been a challenge and, for the most part, it had been amazing. But then, there were days, when two lovers were one too many.

And then, there were days like today when he had two too many boyfriends and not enough patience.

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Why is it when something bad happens, it's always you three?"

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, brushing their hair 100 strokes

Fill, Tangled, Rapunzel & OFC

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Rapunzel’s daughter has decided she’s too old for bedtime stories, which are not always edited versions of her mother’s adventures. But Rapunzel insisted that the goodnight kiss remained.

She stares at Eugenia, carefully counting “43…44…45” as she brushes the wavy golden tresses she inherited from Rapunzel herself, along with her curiosity and the shape of her chin.

At 100, it ends.

“What were you doing, love?” Rapunzel asks. Her daughter jumps.

“Oh, I heard that if you brush your hair a hundred strokes, it grows past your hips.”

Rapunzel wonders if she’s been too insistent on the haircutting.

[kribban.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS/AOS, Leonard McCoy, number of patients he's lost

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Leonard McCoy was a practical man, and as such he accepted the fact that he couldn't save every patient he was presented with.

This practical acceptance didn't ease the feelings of failure that threatened to swallow him whole at times.

He hated losing a patient.

*&*

With a tired sigh, he pushed out of the operating room. He removed his surgical garb and shoved it down the disposal shoot.

He was angry because he was unable to save a crew member that had been badly burned during a recent run in with the Klingons. The wounds had turned septic before he could get them stablized, and a day later the crew member was gone.

This would be his fourth patient he lost since becoming the Enterprise's chief medical officer, and in his mind it would be four patients too many.

*&*

Kirk found him later in his office updating his paperwork.

"You know you did all that you could," Kirk told him.

"Not in the mood for a pep talk, Jim," he told Kirk ignoring the bottle of bourbon that Kirk was holding.

"Then how about a drink?"

"If I agree, will it get you to leave me alone?"

"Sure," Kirk agreed.

McCoy pulled two glasses out of his top desk drawer and set them on his desk. Kirk filled them and proposed a toast. "Here's mud in your eye."

McCoy shook his head, but touched his glass against Kirk's before knocking it back.

"See ya tomorrow at breakfast," Kirk told him with his trademark smirk before taking the bottle and leaving.

"Not if I can help it," McCoy muttered as he returned to his paperwork while half listening to Kirk visit his injured crew members.

He may have lost a patient, but he had others that he could doctor back to health. That was all that mattered to him at that point.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

RocknRolla, One-Two, He got the name for an unexpected reason

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Mad Max: Fury Road, Furiosa, Captive for 7,000 days (plus the ones she doesn't remember)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Stephanie Plum books, Stephanie Plum, She can always count on Ranger

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any non-Earthling. Counting Stars

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, how many tattoos do they have?

Fill: To Be Continued

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

So this ended up running long my bad: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20421530

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, any, counting the number of friends they've lost

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

13 reasons why, Tony Padilla /Ryan shaver, my plus one

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Call me by your name rpf, timothee chalamet /armie hammer, 5 missed calls

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, just say the 3 words I long to hear

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

In spite of its two occupants, the room was completely silent.

Zayn was sat on the sofa, staring hard enough at the coffee table to bore a hole through it with her eyes.

Harry was sat on the armchair opposite her, eyes flicking around the room, never settling on one object for too long. He was desperately trying not to fidget.

Zayn sighed, and his gaze snapped to her. She shook her head almost imperceptibly.

Harry scratched his nose, then began drumming his fingers against the armrest of his chair.

Zayn shot him a look, and he stopped immediately. But then he started jiggling his leg.

Zayn frowned slightly and went back to her staring.

They both almost jumped out of their skin when Zayn’s phone’s timer went off.

Zayn picked up a stick of plastic that was on the table.

Harry was literally on the edge of his seat. He ran his palms over the tops of his thighs.

Zayn’s posture relaxed at last.

“I’m not pregnant.”

Harry let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding in for hours instead of three minutes.

Zayn was studying the pregnancy test.

“You’re not disappointed, are you?” Harry asked gently.

“Hell no,” Zayn shot back, then softened at Harry’s expression. “I mean, we agreed that we aren’t ready for kids yet.”

“Yeah,” Harry came over to join her on the couch. “Someday. Just not today.”

“Just not today.” Zayn agreed, and kissed him on the cheek.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

The boys, the deep, 7 days a week

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Riverdale, fangs forgrty /Joaquin desantos, meet me at 3 after class

[pony-express.livejournal.com]

MCU, Stephen Strange / Tony Stark, "I owe you one!"
"Actually, you owe me [insert funny number here]"

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy, The one girl in the whole world...

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Sweet Valley High, Jessica Wakefield &/ Any, "There are 137 ways that this could go wrong."

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, in which a one night stand begins adding up

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Shazamily, "Count me in!"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, Angel, One is the loneliest number