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

[kaylynnkie.livejournal.com]

I love this prompt. It ate my brain. As soon as I finished my finals, I set about filling it. Here's a teaser. The rest is at my journal.

They had bought a house together when Leverage ended. Steve was freelancing and currently under contract with CW. Chris had finished a movie about horses and home that left him feeling all achy and empty. Ever since Jen's wedding, though, he had been a little...weird. Desperate may have been more accurate. Let's move in together wasn't a typical hello, even for a man like Christian. Steve wasn't all that well versed in saying no, especially to Chris – his best friend and on again off again lover. He didn't question it and spent hours staring at real estate magazines until he found a pretty little two story in Georgia. Chris sold his place, and Steve moved out of the apartment and canceled the lease.

About three months after they finished arranging everything so that Chris's stuff was comfortable next to Steve's and the sound studio in the basement was set up with the best recording equipment they could afford, Steve woke up alone. It wasn't unusual. Chris liked to go to the gym and work out or do yoga outside not that he ever admitted it to anyone. Not even his agent knew. But this felt different than before. Chris's phone wasn't on the bedside table and his rings were gone from the bathroom. He shuffled bleary eyed out of the bedroom. There was coffee in the pot and a note under a mug on the counter.

Need some time.

-Chris

Steve stared at it and set it back down. Calmly, he pulled down Chris's Don't fuck with a Texan in the mornin' mug and shattered it against the wall. It didn't help, but he felt a little bit more righteous.

Here be more! (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/13788.html)