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

[identity profile] sheryden.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Leverage, Eliot + any team member, "Woke up next to Sterling. Come get me."

[identity profile] carinascott.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Nate groaned as his cell rang. Looking at the display, eyes unwilling to focus at this early hour, he answered anyway. "Yeah."

"Woke up next to Sterling. Come get me." The Southern drawl was unmistakable.

"What? Sterling? Huh?" He must've heard wrong.

"I don't want to talk about it, Nate. Just, come get me."

Hearing the unspoken plea in Eliot's tone was more than enough to get Nate moving. His mind was whirling with questions about just what had happened for Eliot and Sterling to end up in bed together, and just what 'in bed' meant in this instance. But he was wise enough, for the moment at least, to keep his questions to himself.

Grabbing his pants and pulling them on, Nate replied, "I'm on my way. Text me the address."

Closing his cell, Nate slipped his shoes on before grabbing his keys and jacket. Nate was half way to the door before he stopped and turned back. Grabbing the half emptied bottle of Scotch off of his nightstand, Nate took a quick detour to the kitchen to pour the rest down the drain.

If ever there was a reason to jump back on the wagon, Eliot sleeping with James Sterling was definitely it.

END

[identity profile] sheryden.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hee, thanks for writing this! Love it!

[identity profile] carinascott.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Glad u liked. Had fun writing it. :)