Fridays can be so random - Random Tags, that is!

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. It's squidgiepdx and today's my last day of hosting this time. For today's theme we're going to tackle random tags. Now you can think of some of your favorite tags and post them, or you can go here on AO3, or for something a little different, here on SquidgeWorld and choose some random tags. Then pair those tags with your favorite fandoms and characters, and have at it. Maybe Benton Fraser and Ray Kowalski end up having "office sex". Or maybe John Sheppard is "touch starved." Whatever the case, if you can pair a random tag with your favorite characters, you've got to prompt it!

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 above mentioned spoiler cut.

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...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "office sex"
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +or/Any, "touch starved"
+ Check, Please!, Any/Any, "Loss of virginity"

We are now using 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 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, "office sex"

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +or/Any, "touch starved"

Fill 1/2: AR1+Evan, Dark Visions AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan closed his eyes and tried to settle down to sleep, but the van was cramped and cold and none of them had enough blankets. In the front seat, someone was snoring. Probably Rodney, but he’d never admit it.

Evan took a deep breath and tried to will his body to relax, starting with his toes, then his feet, then his ankles, up his calves, to his knees, just like his mother had taught him.

Evan!

He sat bolt upright, casting about him. Someone had shouted his name, right?

It had sounded like John.

But no, John was back at the mansion with Dr. Kenmore and Todd and the rest of the other students. Only Evan, Rodney, Teyla, and Ronon had thought to run.

Evan closed his eyes and settled back once more.

Evan!

He opened his eyes. It was definitely John. Evan closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, tried to find John’s mind.

A rose bloomed in his mind, with velvety black petals.

On each petal was a face dripping with blood.

And the face was screaming.

Evan!

He shouted back. John!

Evan?

It’s me, John!

Thank heavens I reached you. Wherever you are, you have to move. Kenmore and the rest are on your trail. They have this woman with them with crazy red hair. I don’t know her name. She’s psychometric. She can track you really easily, maybe even attack with astral projections. You need to head out to the middle of nowhere and just disappear. Or they’ll bring you back, and --

John’s words tumbled over each other as the image of the rose vanished, replaced by a hazy, dream-like image of John’s face.

Evan and the others were halfway to Canada. That was pretty damn far. John, how are you in contact with me right now? Your telepathy can’t cover this distance.

There was no answer.

Then Evan said, John, do they have you connected to the crystal?

There was no answer, and Evan knew.

So he pushed out with his own power, trying to see where John was and what was going on, but he saw -- nothing.

And he knew. John was connected to the crystal, and the crystal would amplify his gift -- and also drain him. Turn him into a psychic vampire.

John, he said, we’re coming.

And he severed the link between them, opened his eyes. He woke Rodney.

“What?” Rodney demanded, flailing upright and pawing at his eyes. His hair was messy.

“We have to go rescue John,” Evan said.

“John told us to run,” Teyla said, coming awake more gracefully.

“They have him in the sensory deprivation tank,” Evan said.

Ronon swore and fumbled for the keys, but Evan climbed into the front seat and batted Ronon out of the way.

“Let’s go,” Ronon said, and surrendered the driver’s seat to Evan.

“What’s our plan?” Rodney asked as Evan pulled out of the campground and headed for the interstate. It would take them hours to get back to Colorado Springs. “My telekinesis isn’t great. It’s better for -- fine motor skills. Are you going to have Teyla summon a pack of wolves or something?”

“That is not how my gift functions,” Teyla said.

“Don’t need to use our gifts,” Ronon said, cracking his knuckles.

“Ronon’s right,” Evan said, pulling onto the interstate. “Before our parents basically sold us out to Dr. Kenmore because they couldn’t handle our psychic powers, before we were just a bunch of guinea pigs for his psychic experiments, what were we?”

“Ronon was a violent thug,” Rodney began, and Ronon growled warningly.

“Ronon was a champion junior MMA fighter,” Rodney amended, “Teyla was a state champion in archery, you were, um, a painted, and I -- I’m still a genius, thank you very much.”

“A genius at what?” Evan pressed.

“Physics, electrical and mechanical engineering, minor hacking, basic chemistry and bio even though those are softer sciences,” Rodney said.

Evan met Rodney’s gaze in the mirror. “What do we need to make a bomb?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I could do it with a car battery and a bag of gummy bears -- wait, you’re not serious, are you?”

“It’s John,” Evan said, and Rodney nodded.

“Powdered sugar would be better.”

[squidgiepdx]

Check, Please!, Any/Any, "Loss of virginity"

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + Radek Zelenka, unconsciousness but also mechanics

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams + Grace Williams, treasure hunting without Santa is real

[squidgiepdx]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer +or/ Hardison/Parker (+or/ other?), "Romantic Crime"

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Filled on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34013311

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Untamed, Xue Yang, survival is ended by sharing

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Much +/ Guy of Gisborne, destruction and also politics

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“What are you doing?” Much demanded.

Guy was furiously breaking up and burning some wooden stakes.

“Sir Thomas is trying to enclose more of the land. I’ve got word to the villagers to clear the area of the berries and anything else they can find before his men return again.”

“He’ll be furious if he thinks it was you who did it,” Much said.

“I suspect that will be clear. I didn’t want the blame to fall on the villagers. I hope you don’t mind,” Guy replied.

Much smiled and shook his head. “We leave tonight then?”

“We leave tonight.”

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any, "Canadian Shack"

Fill 1/2: Evan/David

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“Oh, wow,” David said when they walked through the door. “This is…I had no idea it was this bad.”

He could feel his plan crumbling around him as he looked at cabinet doors that were half falling off, windows so dirty he couldn’t see through them, a couch that had gashes in it leaking stuffing, and a floor littered with leaves and dirt and probably animal feces.

How could they stay there? David’s uncle’s cabin, which he’d left to him several years ago, was supposed to be a relaxing retreat away from the SGC, where Evan could try and regain some of his emotional and mental equilibrium.

“We’ll never make it back to town before dark,” he said despondently. “I guess we can sleep in the car.”

“You brought sleeping bags, right?” Evan asked. “We can stay here.”

He roused himself from where he’d been leaning in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, and started opening doors. David wrinkled up his nose, not sure anyone should be sleeping in such a rundown shack, but he gamely tested to see if the water was on. He had to run it for almost two minutes in the sink before it ran clear, but it worked. And it got hot.

“We can make it livable for one night,” Evan said, producing a broom from a narrow closet. “Tomorrow we can go into town and get real cleaning supplies.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” David asked.

“Beats having to meet with the base shrink again,” Evan muttered.

He started sweeping the floors and knocking down some pretty grotesque cobwebs. David sacrificed one of his t-shirts, using it to wipe down the windows and the counter tops. As the sun started to set, David helped Evan carry the sofa outside and set up their sleeping bags where it had previously stood.

There was a stone fire pit outside, and Evan started a small bonfire using wood David had collected and one of the waterproof matches in the camping kit. Dinner that night was fire-roasted vegan hot dogs, and on the whole things turned out better than David had thought.

“We can book a hotel room tomorrow,” he suggested. “We didn’t come all the way up here to clean.”

Evan shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

David didn’t push it. While they watched the fire die down to embers, he reconsidered his plan. Maybe Evan didn’t need so much time alone with his thoughts. Maybe some light manual labor would give him something else to focus on.

Repotting a plant – fresh soil, a bigger pot – could make it grow stronger and healthier. David hoped that theory would apply to Evan.

*o*o*o*

In the morning, David drove them to town. They had breakfast at the local diner, then stocked up on cleaning supplies and tools and groceries. David tackled the fridge first, which had been unplugged and thankfully cleared of all perishables by whoever had originally closed down the cabin.

Evan removed all the cabinet doors, washed them, and rehung them so they closed properly. Every kitchen surface was given a deep clean until it all fairly sparkled. The smell of lemon cleaner and bleach was by far preferable to the musty, moldy, dead animal smell that had greeted them the day before.

“We should get some new furniture,” Evan said when they were sprawled outside on the grass, taking a breather. “Anything upholstered is going to have to go. Mattresses too.”

David didn’t disagree. They spent the remainder of the afternoon on the creaky porch swing, scrolling through an online store on David’s tablet.

“Are you sure those go together?” David asked. “The patterns are so different.”

“As long as the colors are complimentary, the patterns don’t matter,” Evan explained.

He got a bit more animated as they went, talking about form versus function, trying to figure out what the style of the cabin should be, what kinds of colors they could carry through.

David hadn’t seen Evan so interested in anything since that disastrous offworld mission. Maybe his plan was working after all.

*o*o*o*

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, John Watson +/ any, shopping and also medical

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "Possibly OOC"

No fill but…

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

The combo of this prompt + your icon is 💯 gold 😆

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, playing hooky

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Letterkenny, Any, fully-clothed Canadian orgasms

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

MI5|Spooks, Lucas North +/ Any, angsty werewolf emotions

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

The werewolf gave another mournful half howl and Harry Pearce put his head out of his office. “Can’t you keep that creature quiet?” he complained.

“He’s worried about Adam,” Jo explained. “He tried to get in the car to go with him and Adam told him off quite sharply. He’s been upset ever since.”

The soulful expression the werewolf gave Harry apparently softened even him, because he said, “Adam will be back soon. Just try and keep the noise down.”

The werewolf gave a half wag of his tail and lay back down under Adam’s desk.

Malcolm, who had been listening to a broadcast Tariq had set up, suddenly stiffened. He beckoned to Jo, but the werewolf also came rushing over. Malcolm plugged a second set of headphones in and gave them to Jo. The werewolf instantly tried to shove his head up so he could hear too, so Jo put them on his head and clipped some ear buds on so she could listen in.

After a while, everything went quiet again, so Jo removed the headphones. The werewolf rested his head on Malcolm’s desk and gave another half howl.

Half an hour later Adam and Ros came onto the Grid. The werewolf looked at them, but his ears were still down.

Adam said, “I’m sorry I was so grumpy with you earlier. Here, I’ve brought you a sausage roll to apologise.”

The werewolf bounded over, gave a howl of happiness, and began to eat the sausage roll, scattering crumbs of flaky pastry in the process.

Harry came out of his office. “Congratulations,” he said. “It appears it was a complete success. Only next time, I’d appreciate it if you could keep the angsty werewolf emotions off the Grid.” He returned to his office.

“What was that all about?” Adam asked.

“We’ll tell you later,” Malcolm said.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, idiots in love

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, Any, everyone needs a hug

Fill 1/2: gen, ensemble + cameo

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Dongmin input the code on the front door and slipped inside, paused to kick off his shoes. He’d been out on a distant location for his variety show, and it was late, but not so late that no one else would be awake. Probably only Sanha, playing video games. Maybe Jinwoo or Minhyuk working on a song or making beaded bracelets. Maybe Bin reading webtoons. Maybe Myungjun working on a song or a drawing.

Any one of his teammates could be awake.

Dongmin hadn’t expected all of his teammates to be awake.
He certainly didn’t expect them to be huddled on the sofa together, clinging to each other and sobbing.

Dongmin came up short. Jinwoo was in the center of them all, bawling his eyes out, while Myungjun and Minhyuk clung to him. Sanha was curled against Minhyuk’s back, tears streaming down his face.

“What’s wrong?” Dongmin asked. “Is it — did we lose someone?”

“He died!” Myungjun wailed, and Jinwoo cried harder, loud, gasping sobs.

Dongmin felt dread curl in his stomach. “Who?”

“Hanseo!” Minhyuk said, and hiccuped.

Sanha buried his face against Minhyuk’s hair, entire body trembling.

Dongmin stared at them. “Who’s Hanseo?”

Jinwoo scrubbed his hand over his face, then pointed to the television.

Dongmin turned and saw that they’d been watching Netflix, and whatever they were watching had been paused, and a notice had popped up: Are you still watching?

Relief mingled with exasperation curled through Dongmin’s limbs. They’d been bingeing and become emotionally invested in a character who’d died.

“He was so earnest! And a — a victim! He didn’t deserve to die! He redeemed himself! He was going to do right by the company and its victims!” Myungjun protested.

Dongmin sighed. “All right. Tell me about it.” He unslung his backpack and set it on the floor beneath the coat rack, then padded across the den and sat on the floor right in front of Jinwoo. He peered at the television to see what the others had even been watching.

Vincenzo. That new mafia-slash-legal drama with Song Jungki.

“He can’t be really dead,” Sanha said fervently, lifting his tear-stained face away from Minhyuk’s damp collar. “He had to have secretly survived. We have to watch all the way to the end of the credits and see. There’s probably a secret scene. Come on.”

He reached for the remote, but Jinwoo had it clutched tightly to his chest.

Sanha and Minhyuk had barely cried during concerts, let alone when the team got wins, and they’d had three of them this comeback. To see them so emotional was actually kind of upsetting.

It was worse when Minhyuk flung himself into Dongmin’s arms. “Hyung,” he begged. “It’s not true. Say it’s not true.”

Dongmin put his arms around Minhyuk and patted his shoulder. This wasn’t just about the drama, he was pretty sure. This was the culmination of three weeks of grueling promotions, sleep deprivation, food deprivation, and erratic, packed schedules.

Dongmin reached into his own pocket and managed to fish out his cellphone without dislodging Minhyuk, who was breathing wetly against his neck, and he did a quick search. Sure enough, someone had posted a review of the final two episodes — warning, spoilers ahead — and Dongmin skimmed through it.

Jang Hanseo was initially a villain, but eventually he redeemed himself by siding with the hero of dubious morality. His affection for and adoration of the hero was downright adorable (and bordering on bromance in some spots — I want a man who looks at me the way Hanseo looks at Vincenzo) and he had a chance to escape the endlessly abusive and traumatizing relationship with his elder brother, played by the well-respected sunbae Taec from 2PM. But his end had been inevitable, given the Cain and Abel references made earlier in the show, and of course he died at his brother’s hand. But Jang Hanseo’s portrayal had been equally brilliant to Taec’s, though understated, in his ability to walk the fine line between hated villain and pitied victim, and all the credit went to —

Hang on. Dongmin flipped open his KakaoTalk, searched for a contact.

Sent a message.

[squidgiepdx]

Travelers, Trevor/Philip, "Love Confessions"

[squidgiepdx]

Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, "Adapting to a new baby"

[squidgiepdx]

Check, Please!, Any/Any, "Skin hunger"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, hiking porn

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Check, Please!, any/any, handcuffed together

[squidgiepdx]

Crap. I have thoughts. Angsty thoughts and I don't write angst all that often... Dammit, Bru! (he said sweetly)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + Gil Arroyo, father figures

fill

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Title: College Bound

Summary: Malcolm is ready for the next step in his life but before he goes off to Harvard, he wants to spent time the best father figure he could have hoped for.

Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35843440)

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Dr. Strangelove, Jack D. Ripper/Lionel Mandrake, bodily fluids

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Baby-Sitter's Club, Stacey McGill, pigs

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, rumors

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Ummmm okay I really really don’t konw what happened this 5000% got away from me, I did not at all start out to have past Steve/Bucky in this but that’s what happened and if that is not your cup of tea I understand and I am very very sorry /0\

But the story I wrote is here, it’s established Sam/Bucky with past Steve/Bucky. Happy ending.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33237040