Tuesday: Texts From Last Night
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morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.
Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
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morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing. Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
theme=textsfromlastnight
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:29 am (UTC)*tracks the shit outta this*
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Date: 2010-05-18 05:55 am (UTC)But I don't want to date him. I just want to look at him. Naked. And in my bed.
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:25 pm (UTC)She closes the door behind her and breathes a sigh of relief that is quickly followed by a smirk. Flicking her phone open she clicks until she reaches her picture. There before her eyes is Nick in the shower, the steam doing nothing to cover his "unmentionable" (as he likes to call it; she prefers the term penis). Shutting her phone she walks away from the door and holds five fingers up ticking the seconds off until the last finger drops. Right on cue Nick's door opens.
"Cassie!"
She doesn't turn around instead choosing to saunter over to the fridge and open it like she really wants something to eat (she's hungry but not for food). "Yeah," she says innocently, eyes roaming the bare fridge until settling on a bottle of Deer Park and grabbing it.
"Don't yeah me. Did you just take a picture of me in the shower?"
Sighing, she turns to him finally and takes her time before she moves her eyes up to his and off his chest. He's standing there in only a towel with water dripping off of him. She wonders if he knows what kind of picture he's making right now.
"Yeah, I did. I told you that I wanted a picture of you and you wouldn't take one for me so I took it myself." She says it with a matter of fact tone like that was the logical thing to do.
He threw his hands up in there air. "There's no getting through to you is there? I told you no and you did it anyway. I don't go around taking pictures of you in the shower."
"No, but you stare so much that you might as well take a picture," she mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," she pushes past him and goes to her room slamming the door behind her. She doesn't understand why he cares anyway it isn't like she hasn't seen him before. Though last time had been totally by accident. And said accident lead her to thinking about him. Naked. And in her bed.
Stripping, she removed all her clothes and laid out on her bed. She uses the camera to take the pic and sends it attached with a text (after she handles what he refuses to take care of).
Sorry. At least now we're even.
A few seconds later (while she was putting her clothes on), she hears a loud thump. She holds up three fingers and ticks them off until the last drops.
"Cassie!" She laughs.
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Date: 2010-05-18 05:55 am (UTC)'peen=penis' [Dean/Castiel, Gabriel(/Sam impled)]
Date: 2010-05-18 07:22 am (UTC)dean, what is a 'peen' and what does this have to do with last nights revelries?
Dean frowns at his phone.
Despite many, many tries, he hasn't been able to teach Castiel much in the way of texting besides 'dont capitalize every word unless you want to look like a douche-nozzle'. Gabriel on the other hand- first time Sam put a phone in his chocolate-covered paws, he'd managed to drunk-text the president, Bobby and some chick in Siberia- stone-cold sober.
This isn't the real reason he's frowning. He's actually frowning because he's not sure Gabriel's text deserves an answer.
He runs his thumb over the keys, tracking the outline of the numbers with his nails before dragging the pad across the buttons again.
Sam comes in while he's contemplating just how Castiel- Angel of the Lord- managed to hone in on a private text conversation.
Sam hands him his pie and a freakishly huge (even for him) double-bacon cheeseburger and joes, which Dean accepts after shooting off a quick 'peen=penis' to Cas.
He's halfway through his response to Gabriel ('it wont cut down anything, if you just keep coments about my brothers sex lift outa this. i dont wana no wat my bro thinks of ur prick, ass and anyway-) when his phone alerts him he has '1 new text(s)'.
dean. why does your conversation with gabriel involve mentions of his penis?
Dean doesn't think Cas will buy the 'Your brother's a dick' line.
Some things you just have to make up in person.
With silk ropes and ball gags.
Maybe a butt-plug or two.
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Date: 2010-05-18 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-18 06:05 am (UTC)SPOILERS FOR 5.22.
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Date: 2010-05-18 11:35 am (UTC)"Nnng."
"Gabriel, get off."
"Just did. Sleeping now. Mm-hmm."
"I have to take a leak."
A finger pointed at his stomach The sensation in his bladder vanished. "And now you don't."
"Gabe!"
For that he got nuzzled. "Have I mentioned how much I love when you call me that?"
"Gabe." A slow burn. "How the hell can you be half my height and still weigh me down? Are archangels denser than normal human beings or something?"
"Good physics problem. Go on pondering it. Cause I'm not letting go."
Sam grumbled. He at least had the use of his hands, so getting his cell phone out of his pocket was possible. He held it up above his head (and Gabriel's, which was stuffed in the crook of his neck) and started to tap out a message to Dean.
"I like it when your arms are around me," Gabriel murmured into his neck. "Even if it's to text your brother complaining about me."
Sam let out a little noise of exasperation and kept on typing.
i've got to stop sleeping with short guys. they always turn into stage 5 clingers
But now Gabriel was snoring lightly in his ear. With a grumble of defeat, Sam tossed his phone aside and clung right back.
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:00 am (UTC)No fic but...
Date: 2010-05-18 04:11 pm (UTC)not fic yet
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:06 am (UTC)Wait for it!
Date: 2010-05-18 06:18 am (UTC)Ted's eyes cracked open, having issues as one of them seemed to be glued to to something. Sniffing, feeling stuffed up and slightly sick, he caught a wiff of ink, paper, and something gross. Something buzzed, he could hear it and feel it. What? Prying his face from the thing it was stuck to, Ted blearily tried to focus on where the buzz was from. A phone? On the... table? Why was he sitting a table, with a dictionary plastered to his face? It was the coffee table too, of all things.
Grabbing his phone, for it was indeed his, he flicked the open message, reading the words within. Jeopardy? Since when did he watch...
"TED TED! You have to watch this! There's this dude, right, and he looks JUST LIKE ME! I have it TeVoed, come on."
"Barn, no, I have work to do. I can't-"
"Can too. It's awesome. Come on, we'll make it more awesome, so awesome, it'll shine into tomorrow with its awesomeness. I brought booze. Every time one of us gets something wrong, we take a shot."
Ted smirked a bit as the memory started to come back to him. Barney was REALLY good at playing Jeopardy! Ted, on the other hand, was not as good. If he recalled correctly, he had been in the middle of looking up the final round after DRINKING his final round. Glancing back at the message, his grin widened.
'dood that is teh last time we play jeopardy an drink, k?"
Maybe Barney wasn't as good at Jeopardy as Ted remembered.
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-18 06:43 pm (UTC)Bucky decided he was going to kill whoever taught Toro to text.
O.K. He’d said he was over Toro, and very happy with Natalia, but that did not mean he wanted details of Toro’s sex life.
Especially as it apparently involved some VERY strange men.
“Hey.” Toro wandered in, in his underpants. There was nothing really strange about that. In fact Bucky was fairly certain he could list all the occasions, he had seen Toro’s chest covered, but there were kids around.
“Hey.” He muttered, sipping at his coffee. “Good night last night?”
“Think so.” Toro shrugged. “Don’t remember much.”
“You did remember to use protection?”
Logan had told him that mutants were immune to the HIV virus, but that didn’t mean it was something he wanted to test. Toro rolled his eyes.
“Yes Steve, I was careful.”
Bucky gripped the cup tighter in his hands. He didn’t need remind of what he wasn’t.
“Just trying to keep you alive Matchstick. After all, bringing you back was apparently my idea.”
“And I’m grateful.”
About as grateful as Bucky was to Steve for giving him his memories back.
“Going out again tonight?” He asked casually.
Toro grinned. “Out, Proud and loving it, my friend.”
“Have a good time.” Bucky muttered, putting his cup in the sink. He had an ex Russian agent to break up with.
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-18 03:43 pm (UTC)I have to tell you, i love your musically inclined prompt-brain
Aww, thank you!
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Date: 2010-05-18 06:08 am (UTC)-yeah thats usually a good indication (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-16781.html)