Subject: Monday: 90s Movies
Feb. 10th, 2020 12:01 amHi! I’m
brumeier, and I was so inspired by
cornerofmadness’s 80s theme that we’re going to hit the next decade – the 90s! Today’s theme is 90s MOVIES, anything and everything related to movies in the 90s. This could be a fusion, a crossover, or just your characters having a debate about the best Tim Burton film.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, “I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” (10 Things I Hate About You, 1999)
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Men in Black AU (1997)
+ Stargate SG1, Jack O’Neill/Daniel Jackson, an adventurer gets hired by a librarian to track down a legendary treasure (The Mummy, 1999)
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright +/ Any, Dazed and Confused (1993)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=90s movies
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, “I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” (10 Things I Hate About You, 1999)
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Men in Black AU (1997)
+ Stargate SG1, Jack O’Neill/Daniel Jackson, an adventurer gets hired by a librarian to track down a legendary treasure (The Mummy, 1999)
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright +/ Any, Dazed and Confused (1993)
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=90s movies
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Date: 2020-02-10 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 05:03 am (UTC)Mini Fill: pre-slash
Date: 2020-02-10 06:40 pm (UTC)The man’s dark hair was slick with water, which ran in rivulets down his bare chest because his wetsuit was unzipped to the waist, showing off his impressive abs and cut hips.
“Yes, Agent D.” The man smirked at him.
Danny glared at his partner, Agent K, who looked sleek and stylish in her black suit, whereas Danny looked like an out-of-place bodyguard for a Hollywood starlet.
Already there was sand in his shoes. He missed being a regular detective. The universe must have been out to get him. For so long he’d trusted his gut instinctive as a gumshoe, and then it had led him to chase a suspect alone, a suspect who wasn’t actually human, and now -
Now he had no fingerprints and a barren apartment and could never see Grace again.
“We’ve had reports that someone with superhuman strength, agility, and speed was brawling. Someone had-tempered yet handsome,” Agent K said.
“You saying I’m bad-tempered, Kono?” The man smiled and raised his eyebrows. He had bright blue eyes.
Agent K sighed. “Steve -”
“For once, it wasn’t me,” he said. “I’ve been catching all the nice waves recently.”
Agent K’s real name was Kono? Made sense, Danny supposed, since he was Agent D.
“You’re really an alien? You look so...human,” Danny said.
Steve said, “You heard your partner. I’ve got enhanced speed, strength, and agility.”
Danny looked him up and down again. He was very muscular. “Steve is a very human-sounding name.”
Steve leaned in and whispered, “Yeah, but wait till you see my tentacles.”
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Date: 2020-02-10 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 05:04 am (UTC)Fiil
Date: 2020-02-11 05:57 am (UTC)Summary/Teaser: Falling out of a three story window hurt like hell.
find it here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22660918)
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Date: 2020-02-10 05:05 am (UTC)Not a fill yet
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Date: 2020-02-10 11:26 am (UTC)Fill: drabble: Adam & Lucas & Ros
Date: 2020-02-10 05:16 pm (UTC)“And yet he must have been, since there’s no way the information could have got out otherwise,” Ros Myers said.
Lucas North came and peered over Adam’s shoulder. “You’re missing the obvious,” he said. “I’d lay a bag of doughnuts that the attaché leaked it himself.”
Adam and Ros both swore, before Adam said, “Which leads us to the next question, who is his handler?”
“We’re back to the usual suspects again,” Lucas replied.
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Date: 2020-02-10 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 11:31 am (UTC)JinCha 1/2
Date: 2020-02-11 03:30 am (UTC)JinJin froze, his eyes going wide. He’d had a bad feeling deep in his gut when the fans suggested the boys play “Never Have I Ever” for their live broadcast. It was all in good fun, but they could only play for so long before the truly embarrassing tidbits rose to the surface.
The strained look on Eunwoo’s face spoke volumes.
JinJin laughed uneasily, tossing a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean into his mouth and beginning to chew. The jellybeans were their decided method of punishment, but this one tasted like cherry. He sighed with relief.
And then MJ spoke.
“Yah! Don’t lie, Eunwoo! That’s not fair!”
“MJ-hyung, stop -” JinJin began.
“Yeah, hyung! There’s no way that can be true!” Sanha chimed in, “You have a perfect face!” JinJin noted that Sanha hadn’t reached for a jellybean from the bowl sitting in the middle of the table.
Bin and Rocky nodded in agreement, chuckling, but they picked out their jellybeans without further commentary. Bin grimaced, which made Rocky laugh even more.
Eunwoo finally smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. JinJin felt his heart drop into his stomach.
“It’s true. In school, I was too focused on my studies. And my mom always told me I was ugly, so I guess I never really thought much about girls, or kissing them.” He shrugged. “Oh well, can’t kiss anyone now anyway. Have to save all of my love for our fans!”
His smile brightened and he waved at the live webcam. Eunwoo tapped Rocky on the shoulder. “Your turn!”
While Rocky thought about his next answer, everyone made an effort to lighten up the mood. JinJin had to keep an eye on the chatroom since he was the leader and therefore always in charge, but was happy to see that the fans had very encouraging things to say to Eunwoo after his confession.
In between reading messages and eating jellybeans and laughing, JinJin noticed that Eunwoo’s smile never quite reached his eyes. His laughter seemed forced. JinJin couldn’t stand it.
Eunwoo deserved so much more than he thought he did. And JinJin was determined to make him see that.
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JinJin shuffled out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. It was late - the broadcast had gone on an hour longer than they had scheduled. JinJin was usually the last one to shower and the last one to go to bed, so he was surprised when he saw Eunwoo sitting on the couch in the living room, scribbling away in a notebook.
“You okay, Eunwoo?” JinJin felt the butterflies flutter inside his stomach. If they were the only ones awake, this would be a perfect time to talk to him about what had happened.
Eunwoo looked up after a few seconds, distracted by whatever he was writing about. “Hmm? What did you say, hyung?”
JinJin smiled. “I asked if you were okay.”
“Oh,” Eunwoo answered, the uneasy smile returning to his face. “I’m fine, JinJin-hyung. Thank you for your concern.” He looked down at his notebook, but didn’t make any move to start writing again.
JinJin moved over to the couch, taking the towel from his hair and letting it drop to the floor. He sat down next to Eunwoo and felt his heart racing, wondered if Eunwoo could hear it pounding wildly.
“Eunwoo -”
“I promise I’m fine, hyung.” Eunwoo answered shortly. JinJin flinched, but quickly recovered. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip through his hands that easily.
“Please listen to me,” JinJin said quietly.
Eunwoo finally glanced at him. He looked tired.
“I’m sorry, hyung. Go ahead.”
JinJin took a deep breath. “I know it was embarrassing for you to admit that you’d never been kissed during the broadcast. I’m sorry that MJ-hyung and Sanha teased you.”
Eunwoo said nothing, but looked away and seemed as if he was reliving the moment in his mind all over again.
“But I just...I just wanted you to know -” JinJin stuttered. He desperately wanted to say the words but was afraid of what might happen next.
Eunwoo looked back at him, and JinJin suddenly felt as light as air, as if he could fly. No one else made him feel that way. He hoped Eunwoo felt that way too.
“I wanted you to know that I am willing to be your first kiss. And the next one. And the one after that. And all the rest.”
JinJin hadn’t meant to say all of that, but he knew he couldn’t take it back now. He didn’t want to.
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Date: 2020-02-10 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 12:26 pm (UTC)Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne
Date: 2020-02-10 08:43 pm (UTC)Evan shook his head. “They scare me. Sometimes they’re really mad.”
He looked down at his hands, unable to look his dad in the eye. It was too much to ask. Evan was only twelve, how could he be expected to shoulder such an important responsibility? He hadn’t asked for it. He didn’t want it.
“I know. I know they can be scary. But they can’t hurt you.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do. Evan, look at me.”
Evan looked up. He remembered what his mother always said, about how much he looked like his dad. Maybe it was kind of like looking into the future.
“They’re coming to you because you can hear them, and they need to be heard. They need your help.”
Evan didn’t know why they’d picked him, why he was the only one who could see the tortured spirits of dead people. He’d learned to dread that prickly feeling on the back of his neck, and the way the tiny hairs on his arm would stand up. Ghosts sucked all the heat out of a room.
“I know it’s asking a lot, Evan. I know you’ve already done so much for your mom and for Tally. But you need to do this too. It’s important. More important than you know.” He put his hand on Evan’s shoulder. “You’re such a brave boy.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Evan said. “I’ll try to help them.”
His dad smiled at him, but instead of being the warm smile Evan remembered it was a little sad.
“I know you will. You’re a good boy. Never forget that, son. Never forget how proud I am of you.”
It was goodbye. Evan could tell. He knew it was coming, but it hurt. Not as bad as when his dad left for the first time. Evan looked at the rope burns and bruises on his father’s neck, remembered how they’d tried to cover that up at the funeral home.
“I won’t forget.”
“Thank you, Evan. For helping me. For listening.”
Evan’s throat felt tight, like he was suffocating. He rubbed at his eyes, embarrassed to be caught crying. “Will I ever see you again?”
“It’s just like your mom told you, buddy. I’ll always be with you. Right here.” He put his hand over Evan’s heart. “But because of you, now I can move on and see what’s next for me.”
He leaned in and kissed Evan on the forehead, and Evan closed his eyes and pretended he could feel it.
“Goodbye, Daddy,” he whispered.
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Date: 2020-02-10 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 12:30 pm (UTC)Fill: ASTRO/To Be Continued, RockBin
Date: 2020-02-11 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: ASTRO/To Be Continued, RockBin
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Date: 2020-02-10 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-02-10 01:37 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2021-03-22 04:09 am (UTC)Summary: Gil wants to share his love of baseball with Malcolm.
Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/25252663/chapters/74394882)
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Date: 2020-02-10 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 01:49 pm (UTC)Fill: Drabble: Midsomer Murders, Barnaby & Jones, Only In Midsomer!
Date: 2020-02-10 09:08 pm (UTC)DS Jones looked at the neatly handwritten entries in the church diary. “And then there’s a funeral in between, but no name. Whose is it?”
“The vicar’s, of course.”
“But we’ve only just told you about the vicar’s death,” Barnaby said. “How did you know to book the funeral in?”
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Date: 2020-02-10 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 01:57 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2020-02-10 05:18 pm (UTC)Darry had mostly resigned himself to losing Wayne to Marie-Fred. At least his best friend had been happy, and that was all a guy could ask for, right? But it was worse after Marie-Fred got caught out with her lips on another guy’s lips. (Who in their right mind would cheat on Wayne? It boggled.)
Wayne was in misery, no two ways about it. Why else shut himself up in the shed for endless hours of that ridiculous show?
That’s it, Miss Fire! I’ve had about enough of those tutti-fruttis!
Excuse me, seriously? Please and thank you!
Darry and Dan were doing their best to show support, moving from the fruit stand to the fire pit in front of the shed. Katie, too, who’d dragged those two hockey nutsacks to the shed just to get Wayne riled up enough to come out. That had only been a temporary fix.
Turned out all Wayne needed was to finish up every season of his show, and a bottle of Gus N’ Bru, to get his head put right.
The group hug had been spontaneous, and well-deserved. Wayne was their leader in a way, Darry supposed. He was the one they all looked to and depended on. When he was in the pits of misery, so were they all.
He didn’t know why he’d chosen to hug Wayne from behind. It wasn’t like he’d gotten there last and had no-where else to go. Maybe his subconscious was subconsciously reminding him about the conversation he’d had with Dan and Ellen. About butt stuff. (Hell yes he’d lied about checking his own oil! He couldn’t help being born curious.)
Maybe now that Marie-Fred was out of the picture, Darry could present Wayne with a logical argument about why he should try skating for the other team. Batting for the other side. Swimming in a different lane.
Wayne, I have two things you need to know. Firstly, there’s a G spot in a place you’d never guess. Secondly, I’d be privileged to show it to you.
When Wayne had all the closeness he could stand, everyone settled back around the fire with some cold Puppers. Everything was headed back to normal.
Darry thought about that back-end hug. Maybe it was time for a new normal.
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