comment_fic | Wednesday: Words Beginning With S

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Today's theme is words that begin with the letter S.

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 names for ease in 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...
+ Any, Any, Solitude
+ Teen Wolf, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (with Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Talia Hale), Sounds scandalous
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams (with Grace Williams and Charlie Williams and Joan McGarrett), Silly sausage

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Prodigal Son Malcolm Bright + any, Secrets

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

any, any, sensible

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Star Trek (any), any, Starfleet

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templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, "Say it ain't so!"

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templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, sorry

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

DC, Clark Kent, sunset

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

Buffy-Verse, any, sick

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, snicker

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, Sadness

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Twilight, Bella/Edward, Sparkle

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any/any, Sex

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

The Schafers' guest room was little more than a glorified shoe box. The twin-sized bed and the nightstand beside it, as well as the desk across from it, which sat beneath a large bay window, took up most of the space inside. His still packed suitcase ate up most of what was left. Even his apartment back in law school, which had made a sardine can seem cozy, hadn't been quite so compact.

"Special delivery!" Sharon called.

Richard looked up. It was impossible to make her face out behind the pile of folded blankets she was holding. One wrong step was all it needed to collapse like a Jenga tower.

"Oh, you needn't have worried." Richard said. "I brought my own bedding."

"Nonsense! While you're staying here, what's mine is yours. Besides, I'd hate for you to catch a chill."

"I suppose an extra layer wouldn't hurt." Reaching forward, he grabbed a few blankets from the top of the pile. He placed the topmost one, a tie-dyed fleece, atop his bed.

Sharon tilted her head and smiled. "Need anything else?"

Richard shook his head. "Thank you, but you've done more than enough already."

As if he needed to impose further!

"Alright," she replied, her gaze locking with his own. "Richie," she added, her voice lowering as she spoke, "please don't feel obligated to stay in here. I know it's tight."

"I assure you, it's very much appreciated."

The corner of her left lip turned up. "I'm serious. My space is your space. You'd have a lot more of it if you stayed with me."

His heart had switched from its usual stroll to a steady jog. "I couldn't. It wouldn't be proper."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "The neighbors aren't going to care."

"It's not them that I'm worried about. I'd hate to send the wrong message to the girls."

As if he needed to give them another excuse to put his love life under a microscope!

She pouted. "Stop trying to make it sound so risque. Richard, we've already had sex - twice! What's so wild about literally sleeping together?" Sharon didn't raise her voice when she spoke. Considering how little space there was between them, she didn't need to.

Richard looked down to his shoes. "It's not about you." He rubbed his upper arm. "Unless you also have a habit of kicking in your sleep."

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, silence

From:

canonisrelative.livejournal.com

You’re not sure what wakes you, and you lie there with your eyes closed for awhile wondering if you ever were asleep at all. Maybe it’s only been five minutes since you said good night, Hawk, and lay your head down on your pillow. Or maybe it’s been years; the war is over, and this is a nightmare.

There’s a creak and a rustle from the cot that’s almost-but-not-quite close enough to touch. You open your eyes and sit up just as Hawkeye does. The moon is full, flooding the tent with otherworldly luminescence, and it’s eerie and strange the way it makes Hawkeye’s face look as smooth as a teenager’s beneath his inky black hair. You ask a question with a tilt of your head. He answers with the lift of one shoulder and a glance at Charles, dead to the world in the other cot. Hawk fell asleep in his clothes so he drops his bathrobe around your shoulders after he sees you shiver. You hadn’t realized you were cold.

You’re halfway across the compound before you see another living soul, spotting Klinger before he sees you. He looks exhausted, letting you pass without comment, returning Hawk’s wave with a half-hearted salute. You look at Hawk and he shrugs and then offers an elaborate bow. You doff your imaginary hat and make a show of deliberating between the three sad jeeps sitting in the motor pool, finally pointing at the one that’s been half-cannibalized for parts, sitting up on blocks, going nowhere. If it didn’t feel like sacrilege to break the silence of this night you’d probably say something about this lame metaphor, but a look at Hawk and you know he already knows, so you keep your mouth shut.

You sit in the Jeep the way you always do, since that very first day. You sprawl across the back seat, he sits backwards in the front, and together you look up at the sky, at the stars, at the moon... Up, and out, and away. The only way you know to escape. You listen to him breathe, and you keep your eyes trained in the only peaceful direction, waiting for dawn, or choppers, whichever comes first.