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

[cat-13145.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Don/Author's choice (preferable male), (240):
oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times

I know, I know, filling my own prompt isn't in the spirit of the com, but it wouldn't shut up.

[cat-13145.livejournal.com]

Seen anyone you like yet. Ian resisted the desire to roll his eyes.

Normally as he was in California, Ren Turnbull would have been here as his wingman. Unfortunately, Ren had caught the flu and could hardly stand.

Apparently, even half dead, he was determined not to miss out on the fun.

Mayb. He texted back. Seen a guy, but not sure.

He barely had finished typing when the reply came back.

Who? Why?

He decided to answer the second one first.

Cause I recognise him. FBI. Not sure if for real or working. He sent it, and then quickly sent another, adding. Dont need to out myself to another office.

He was grateful that Ren didn’t point out that if he hadn’t done that exact thing to him, they might not be friends. Ren was a good guy, and while not completely out of the closet, not completely in it either. He admitted to Ian, the first time they did it, that it was as much because of his love of playing with people’s heads, as fear of the disapproval of his superiors. And that was the Mounties.

There was a few seconds before Ren’s texted back. Picture?

He rolled his eyes, but discreetly snapped a photo.

There was a pause, before a text came back.

Oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times.

Ian resisted the desire to growl. The law enforcement community being so small had meant it wasn’t the first time he or Ren had ended up with the other’s exs.

Wish me luck. He texted back. There was a pause, before a text came.

Just be careful.

Why He texted.

Deep in the closet was the reply. Ian rolled his eyes and resisted the desire to text him a reminder about differences in culture between Canada and America. Instead he pocketed the phone, and walked over.

“Agent Eppes. Didn’t expect to see you here.” He said. It was almost amusing to watch the deer caught in a headlights look on Eppes’s face, before he realised that if Ian was here, he had to be here for the same reason. “Buy you a drink?”

He watched, with a predator’s satisfaction, as Don Eppes weighed up the benefits and risk to the proposal.

He smiled. His night was definitely looking up.

Re: I know, I know, filling my own prompt isn't in the spirit of the com, but it wouldn't shut up.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

This was awesome. I love Don/Ian, and I like the idea that they're all dating in-house so much, friends have a lot of the same exes. I also really like that the closeted-ness is a real issue and not just brushed over, considering their line of work.

Thanks for sharing it :)