Friday: Angst
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drabblewriter and today's theme is Angst. Prompts can be anything with the darker and sadder side of things.
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...
+ Star Wars, any Alderaanian, they're never the same after losing their planet
+ any, any, Each loss takes a toll, takes a part of them. Eventually there will be nothing left.
+ any, any, "I can't deal with you hating me."
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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.
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drabblewriter and today's theme is Angst. Prompts can be anything with the darker and sadder side of things.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...
+ Star Wars, any Alderaanian, they're never the same after losing their planet
+ any, any, Each loss takes a toll, takes a part of them. Eventually there will be nothing left.
+ any, any, "I can't deal with you hating me."
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 2022 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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Date: 2022-08-05 05:27 am (UTC)Self-fill: Tycho Celchu/Wedge Antilles
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Date: 2022-08-05 05:27 am (UTC)1 sentence, Hannibal (TV)
Date: 2022-08-06 03:35 pm (UTC)"Do you hate me, dear Will?" Hannibal murmurs, gently washing the blood from Will's knuckles, carefully touching every millimeter of Will's skin, and Will glances down to meet Hannibal's gaze for just a moment -- hate, Will thinks and does not say, is not what I feel for you -- and Hannibal's eyes smile, and Will looks away, longing to feel indifference for this monster but knowing that indifference will forever be out of reach.
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Date: 2022-08-05 05:27 am (UTC)Re: FILL: SPN, Sam & Dean, Cancer fic
Date: 2022-08-08 01:31 am (UTC)Fill- Line of Duty, Ted Hastings, Steve Arnott Part 1
Date: 2022-08-28 10:46 pm (UTC)The fury he had summoned to confront Steve about wanting to transfer vanished in an instant. The pain in Steve’s voice as he finally admitted to the problem he was still facing with this back, cut like a knife. Ted had suspected something wasn’t quite right with him for a while now, but he'd allowed himself to take Steve’s word and the medical records he had access to as Steve’s Commanding Officer, instead of relying on what his own gut, what his own experience with a near career-ending injury and its aftermath was telling him.
If he had only listened to his gut, confronted Steve sooner instead of putting it off until the worried call he had received from Stephanie Corbett the previous evening, had he talked to Steve before, maybe all this could have been avoided, Steve wouldn’t be standing here so broken and addicted to those painkillers that they both were staring at on the table. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Steve, hold him close and reassure him that it was going to be okay. It was. He’d make sure of it. He had arrived with a plan for the worst although he had been hoping like hell it wasn’t the case.
Ted gestured to the pills on the table.
“It is Saturday morning. We start now. Is this all of it?”
“No, hang on.”
Steve took a plastic bag and disappeared into his room and bathroom. He came back a few minutes later. Mostly empty packages, but not all and placed it on the table.
“This is all, not a few hidden in an empty pocket or tucked into a pair of socks?”
Steve wanted to look affronted, but he knew he didn’t have the right. He did take a deep breath and raised his eyes to look into Ted’s although it killed him. He needed the man to trust him again, and in order to earn that back, he had to be completely honest. He pointed to the top cabinet, one that held spare glassware, one he had to use a chair to access easily.
“There are some in the Oktoberest Stein, up there. That is all. I swear.”
He dropped his eyes when Ted turned to get the pills.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, stomach clenching in disgust at himself and the fact he hadn’t had any pills yet this morning and his entire stash was being taken to the trash. Panic shot through his system and he reached for the trash bin, emptying what was left in his stomach.
Ted brought over a damp paper towel, rubbing his back as Steve got the last of it out and carefully wiped his face.
“Easy…I’ll get you through this, I promise.”
On his way back from dropping the two garbage bags in the collection bin, Ted pulled out his cell phone and placed a call. The last person he expected to be calling so soon, but he hoped she would answer.
“Ted.” No greeting, just his name, tone flat. She didn’t sound happy. Not that he could blame her.
“I need a favor. My DS…you remember Steve Arnott, don’t you, Roisin?” It was a blow to his pride to ask for her help, but he had no choice.
“Yes. I remember him. Pleasant, thoughtful lad…” her tone had softened somewhat. She liked Steve and his partner…Kate was her name even if she had only met them a handful of times.
“He…I…” He took a deep breath to start again but nothing came out. Silence coming from the other end of the phone, a faint male voice, said something, indecipherable, some more movement, a door closed firmly, not a slam, but very close.
“Is he okay? Are you okay, Ted?” She couldn’t stay mad at him, although she had moved on, a part of her heart would always belong to him. Just too much had happened for them to ever truly be happy together, but something was truly wrong here.
Re: Fill- Line of Duty, Ted Hastings, Steve Arnott Part 2
Date: 2022-08-28 10:46 pm (UTC)“Oh…oh Ted…What kind of pills…the name? How long has he been taking them?” The Registered Charge Nurse in her came out, full force.
“Over-the-counter stuff Paracetamol with Codeine, for a long time, probably over a year after they decided he was fully healed from being tossed over a railing and down a couple of flights of stairs. He hasn’t had any in at least 10 to 12 hours…”
Small mercies it wasn’t something stronger like Fentanyl or Oxycodone but weaning someone off codeine wasn’t going to be easy. Ted knew this. “He belongs in a hospital Ted, you of all people know this…” She tried.
“Would ruin his career as it would have mine. You know this too, Roisin. It is my fault…I should have seen this… before it got to this point. Please…I need your help, Steve needs your help.”
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Date: 2022-08-05 03:45 pm (UTC)Fill: Trixie Belden Mysteries/Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones + Jim Frayne
Date: 2022-08-09 03:39 pm (UTC)She’d been giving Jupiter a tour of her hometown – they were in Sleepyside for the week to celebrate her mother’s birthday – and they’d run into Jim. Which had been awkward, considering Trixie’s history with him, of which Jupiter was fully aware.
It should have stayed innocently awkward until they parted company, but then Jim made a smartass comment and Jupiter had replied with a long but clearly derogatory word Trixie had never heard before, and she could see things were taking a downturn.
Jim could be a hothead sometimes, and Trixie could see he was poised to do something really stupid.
“Knock it off, you two!”
“We should go,” Jupiter said, “before he does something regrettable.”
In response, Jim tensed up, Trixie sensed danger, and she moved between them. Just as Jim let loose with a punch.
Trixie rocked back into Jupiter, seeing stars like in a cartoon. Her eyes welled with tears as pain radiated out from her nose.
“Oh, shit. Trixie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Trixie blinked blearily at Jim. “What?”
“I think you broke her nose,” Jupiter said grimly. “We should get her to the hospital.”
Trixie wiped the tears from her face and came back with blood on her hand. She stared at it, confused.
“I can drive,” Jim said hurriedly. “My car’s just over there.”
Jupiter put his arm around Trixie and moved her down the sidewalk. She got five steps before she stopped and glared at Jim’s back.
“Did you just punch me in the face?”
“I said I was sorry!”
Trixie was starting to find it difficult to breathe through her nose, and she could taste blood in the back of her throat.
“Jerk,” she muttered as she let Jupiter propel her the rest of the way to Jim’s car and stuff her in the backseat.
Jim handed her a box of tissues from the front seat before pulling away from the curb so quickly the tires squealed. Trixie pulled out a handful of tissues and held them gingerly to her nose. She wasn’t sure anything had ever hurt as much as getting punched in the face, and she’d been in some rough scrapes.
“Where are we going?” she asked, noticing the direction Jim was driving. “Just take me to the farm. Brian can fix me up.”
Her brother was doing his medical residency but had rearranged things to be home with the family for a couple of days.
Jim sighed, but dutifully turned the car around. “He’s gonna kill me.”
“Physical violence is never an appropriate response,” Jupiter said, his voice heavy with condemnation.
Trixie elbowed him. “You’re not blameless here, Jupiter Jones.”
She had to pull out more tissues because the others were already saturated. Geez, her nose was really gushing. She handed the used ones to Jupiter, who wrinkled up his nose in distaste but took them without comment.
Trixie would never understand why it was supposed to be flattering, having two guys fighting over the same girl. She didn’t find it flattering, she found it obnoxious and unnecessary. It was just sour grapes and broken pride for Jim, and uncharacteristic gloating from Jupiter.
And somehow Trixie was the one with the broken nose.
“You both better come up with something good to make this up to me.” She rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the achy pressure centered on her nose. “And Moms. She was hoping for some nice family pictures.”
Jupiter muttered something under his breath, and Jim groaned. Trixie fought back a grin. Their punishment for that bit of manly man posturing was going to be both swift and drawn out.
And well-deserved.
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