ext_25382 ([identity profile] morlockiness.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2010-05-17 10:42 pm

Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

Happy Tuesday, everyone. [livejournal.com profile] 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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[identity profile] oh-mcgee.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
The Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena/Stefan, I heard that if you win you get to have sex with me. You guys really need to stop wagering my vagina. (http://tfl.nu/8v08)

[identity profile] garnet-words.livejournal.com 2010-11-27 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“Fold?” Damon asks, smirking at his brother across the pile of bills, loose change and various trinkets between them.

“I’m thinking,” Stefan says, irritably.

“If you’re trying to think of something to bet, I might have an idea,” Damon says, and eyes Elena, who’s lying on the floor next to them, holding a beer.

Stefan furrows his brow. “Oh?”

“Winner gets her all to himself tonight,” he says, and leans back, giving Stefan an expectant look.

“Ummm,” Stefan says, then steals a glance at her.

Elena narrows her eyes at both of them. “If you two don’t stop wagering my vagina, neither one of you gets it. For like, a week. Probably.”

"And I think you're officially cut off for the night," Damon says, easily taking the beer out of her hand.

"Hey!" she says, glaring up at him, and he leans in to kiss her, sloppily.

“Okay, A) I never agreed,” Stefan says, “and B) you didn’t-“

“Shut up, Stefan,” Damon says.

“Why am I rewarding bad behavior again?” Elena asks, as Damon kisses down her neck.

“Cause it’s such a chore,” Damon deadpans, and reaches for the button on her jeans.

“So, I’ll just be going then?” Stefan says.

Damon snorts. "I knew you had nothing."

Before Stefan can respond, Elena holds out a hand toward him. “No. My vagina says you can stay.”

“I am never letting you forget this conversation,” Damon says.

Elena giggles, and grasps Stefan’s hand, pulling him down to join them.
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[identity profile] oh-mcgee.livejournal.com 2011-01-15 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
\o/ \o/ \o/ ALL AROUND.