Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Happy Tuesday, everyone. 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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Comments

[jynx.livejournal.com]

DCU, Guy/Kyle, "so went to the condom shack today. bought a condom that dresses up your dick in a suit...tomorrow im fucking in style"

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam (& or / any), can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? can you paint with al the colors of the windddd

wasted?

im pocohantasssss (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-3209.html)

Just Ducky

[scout-lover.livejournal.com]

Steve stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his wet hair, and crossed the hotel room to the bedside table to check his phone – again – for any messages. He wasn’t worried about Christian getting to Dallas in time; he wasn’t. Yeah, Kane had missed his flight last night because filming had gone longer than he’d expected, but … Steve wasn’t worried. Not one little bit.

No way would Chris miss Jen’s wedding. No way in hell. And how hard could it possibly be to get a flight out of Portland to DFW?

Still …

He dropped the towel onto the bed, sighed, and reached for his phone. Wouldn’t hurt to check. Christian and airlines didn’t always get along.

Hard to believe, right?

He checked for any new texts or voicemails. Nada. Shit. Chris always texted once he was up in the air. Officially to let Steve know what time he’d be landing, but really to let him know he’d made it one more time without ending up on the No-Fly List. Steve searched again. Still nothing.

So not good.

He took a deep breath, braced himself, and texted Chris. So, how’s the flight?

He waited for a reply. And waited. And waited. Not good at all. What else did Christian have to do on a plane but play with his iPod and answer his phone?

Provided he was on the plane–

His phone buzzed, and Christian’s name appeared on his screen. Exhaling in relief, he opened the text–

And stared at the message in utter confusion.

Flight?! How the help would I know? Haven’t left the duckin airport yet! Frontier shirtheads can’t find my duckin reservation!! And I’ve got the confirmation email right here! Ducktards!

Steve frowned, shook his head and read the message again, then began his reply. Ducks? What’s up with the ducks, Kane? You– He snickered aloud in sudden understanding and added, Gina’s there, isn’t she? She still trying to clean up your language?

Seriously, now that she had a daughter, the woman was on a mission. But Chris’s own mother had given up on this years ago. Wasn’t enough soap in the world for her boy’s mouth, she’d declared–

The phone buzzed again, and he could almost feel Kane’s frustration scorching through the circuits. What? No! Gina’s not even here. I’m not typin duck, I’m typin DUCK. duck duck. Duck. It. All. Stop it. STOP! IT! DUCK! Duckin iPhone keeps autocorrecting me! Duck DUCK!!

And Steve couldn’t help himself. Goose?

If Christian had been there with him, he knew he’d be doing a little ducking himself right now, trying to dodge the iPhone that would be flying toward his head. But, deprived by distance of any outlet for his anger, Kane could only text.

Duck you, askhope.

Steve had to laugh. Christian Fuckin’ Kane, stripped of his profanity by a stupid phone. He could easily imagine how the other man must look right now, blue eyes blazing, face twisted into one of his trademark scowls, no doubt punching or shaking his phone and snarling aloud every single curse his phone wouldn’t let him type.

Hell, there probably wasn’t another passenger within fifteen feet of the seething man right now–

His phone buzzed again, and he opened the text.

Finally! Frontier duckwits STOP IT got me a ducking seat. Sun of a beach, STOP IT! Tell Jenny and Daniel D.A.N.N.E.E.L. Got you, mustard. Shirt! Tell J&D I’ll be there. And somebody better duckin well have a bottle of Jack waitin for me.

Steve chuckled quietly and shook his head. Sorry, Kane. I’m under strict orders to keep you sober until AFTER the wedding. And Mom’s helping. She confiscated all the liquor from the minibar in your room and won’t tell me where she hid it. You’re doing this dry.

He sent the text and half waited for his phone, and quite possibly the universe, to burst into flames as Christian realized he’d have to get through the rest of this day without his favorite alcoholic crutch. When his phone buzzed, he drew a deep breath, braced himself, and opened the text.

Duck my wife.

Steve threw back his head and laughed until he damn near cried.

Re: FIC

[letoist.livejournal.com]

OMFG, I'M DYING. ♥

Re: FIC: idek

[goldenveila.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I love this. "it was so beautiful. And ghost-proof." XD

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any combination of Michael or Lucifer with Dean, Sam, and/or Adam, "Come on, don't hate me. Your brother looks just like you! It's almost a complement that I had sex with him."

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Psych, Shawn/Gus, "Gus, there is a semi-attractive guy at the door who's looking for you. Says he met you on Chatroulette. Start explaining NOW."

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

*giggles.* I was hoping someone would incorporate Dick into the conversation! :)

That was awesome.

Re: I normally make a point of not posting until exams are over, but I owe you a million fics and ba

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

LOL. The Bat family the way I love them: dysfunctional, but still fun.

Also, this was awesome.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Owen, "I'm at Taco Bell and they have a hiring sign asking, 'Do you like to melt things?' Clearly they only want the ambitious."

[shobogan.livejournal.com]

Um...so Dad's wearing a thong. I don't know what to do.

Barbara knows it's Tim. Jason doesn't have a cell phone (though she's determined to keep offering until he does), and Dick doesn't bother with good grammar.

Besides, she gave him the Enya ring tone.

She could tell him about Bruce's encounter with Poison Ivy. She could say that she'd activated her cameras in the manor. She could tell him that Dinah is on her way.

Or...

Put a dollar in it?

It's nice to know she'll remember that expression forever.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Robin, (412): Listen, i’m watching playoff hockey and eating waffles. i just don’t have time for your drama today.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Author's choice, A lesson I learned in the hospital....when you masturbate while attached to a heart monitor, it scares the nurses a lot. (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-15678.html)

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Conan O'Brien RPS, Conan O'Brien, Any, (408): You just got cockblocked by Conan O’Brien.

Seriously, have at it. The more crack, the better.

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahaha. Hahahahahahaha. I'm going to be laughing forever. That's like the best thing ever. *will never regret prompting this!*

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel & Dean, Post-Season Five. After years of radio silence from his angel buddy, he's woken up in the middle of the night by a text from Castiel,(203): Church boner. Awkwardddd.

"Through the grape vine" Percy Jackson, Mr. D., "Grape juice and vodka is NOT wine."

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

A/N: I know Dionysus has to be sober for 100 years, but I don't remember what year he was on when the series started...anyway...

'grape juice and vodka is NOT wine'
-Mr D

Grover wasn't quite sure how Mr D got his number, but this text was just too funny not to share with a few friends.

Percy would have ignored the 3am text if it had been from anyone but one of his good friends. He scrolled down the screen, reading the message Grover had sent, along with the forwarded attachment.

'i think he must be drunk. some1 will b in trouble!!'

His phone vibrated once more to read a new message, this time from Annabeth.

'lmao. i just sent this to all my camp half blood contacts!'

Percy grinned and sent it to Rachel.

Rachel sent an immediate reply.

'laughing and crying! bet he tried different combos!

She forwarded the original message to both Nico and Apollo.

Nico thought about showing it to his father Hades, but he didn't particularly feel like getting yelled at so late at night.

Apollo was grinning as he sent it to his sister Artemis, adding a haiku along with it.

'Oh sis, take a look!
bet the taste will be much worse
on the way back up!'

And Artemis, with her short tolerance for her brother's antics and her since of justice, sent the text straight to Zeus.

In short, thunder and lightening while hung over on grape juice and vodka was almost as bad as spending a sober century on earth baby sitting a bunch of demigods.

Grover forwarded a new message:

'still drunk. lightening bolts r making me twitch continuously. zeus added another century. fml.'

[shobogan.livejournal.com]

XD I'm glad you like it!

I THINK I ENJOY BATCRACK.

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Author's choice, (917):
you wouldn't come out from under your bed because you said there were six-armed bears everywhere.
(720):
ohhh that explains the pepperonis I found in my sock drawer this morning...
(917):
no it doesn't. (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-14291.html)

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

I think we all enjoy Batcrack! XD

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Old Man!Dean and Family, (513): Chillin with my Grandpa and my grandma tells us there is a tornado warning. My grandpa then says “We’ll go hang out in the basement, we can bring the keg with us.” This is why I love coming home.

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Oh this makes me so sad! But it could be so very true... which makes it hurt a little bit more. Awesome though, thanks!

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean, any; And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender. (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-10802.html)

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Steph Brown, "I love you dearly- enough to wear red leather for you- But that my darling is going too far."

Yami no Matsuei -- Muraki/Tsuzuki

[silvereyedphage.livejournal.com]

"Information Exchange"

Written by matrixrefugee

MURAKI: Seeing you on the street just now was quite a welcome sight, Mr. Tsuzuki.
TSUZUKI: what? are you stalking me again?
M: Merely doing a little shopping. Sighting you from across the street came as a complete surprise
T: Why do I not believe you?.
M: I was wondering if you wouldn't mind joining me at a cafe for a cup of tea.
M: There's one I have in mind which has a red velvet cake that's to die for.
M: I could send you the address.
T: I can't, I'm busy. I've been walking around Tokyo on google maps for an hour.
M: Such a change. You sound as if you're trying to blow me off.
T: Cut the crap, Muraki. I'm on a case.
M: Oh? Would it break some protocol of the Ministry of Hades if I asked what this case involved?
M: Perhaps I could offer you some information: I do have my ear to the pavement here.
T: Oh yeah? Don't think I'm going to fall for that. I know the fees you charge.
T: Don't think I forgot about that poker game on the Queen Camellia.
M: The only fee I'd ask would be if you joined me for that cup of tea. Nothing more.
M: There has been trouble with an incubus lately, and I wondered if the Ministry had taken note
T: Don't tell me you've been snooping around in our case files.
M: I have many connections, but none that far.
M: I've treated some of the victims who'd barely survived the attack.
T: All right. Send me the damn address.
M: With pleasure, Mr. Tsuzuki