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

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible, Billy/Captain Hammer, "I'm running out of minutes, so make it quick."

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

no fic buut

I have to tell you, i love your musically inclined prompt-brain

Aww, thank you!

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

It's seriously ALL I listen to! You go through my ipod list and it's musical after musical.

Fic!

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Firstly, I warn you in advance. I haven't written in quite some months so I apologize for possible OOC-ness and overall weird writing. Trying to get back in the mood, so yeah. Hope this isn't too bad xD
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'Ow, my head...'
What had happened yesterday? Billy could not remember. Even trying to recall the events of last night made his head pound so hard he felt like he would pass out any minute.
There was an annoying sound next to him, filling his ears, almost making his brain explode. What was it? Billy reached out and touched his phone. Oh, right. Who was calling him at this godforsaken hour?
'What?'
'Horrible? It's Hammer. I need to talk to you.'
How had he gotten his number?
'About those texts you sent me last night... You didn't mean them, did you?'
His headache was too bad to even thing about trying to decipher what Hammer was trying to say.
'I'm running out of minutes, so if you could give me a quick answer it would be fine.'
It slowly dawned Billy. Texts from last night? The ones he had thought were a brilliant idea to send after his seventh shot of tequila.
'Horrible?'
He had been trying to get hammered after Captain Hammer (oh, the irony) had beaten him another time. Billy'd been humiliated, Penny had never wanted to see him again and even Moist was pissed. So Billy had ordered tequila shot after tequila until he stumbled back home and collapsed on his bed.
'Billy?'
But what had he said in those texts?
The beeping in his ear told him Hammer had hung up on him. Billy turned around and tried to sleep again.

Barely five minutes later, banging on the door made him wish he'd died last night. It stopped, and moments later he heard footsteps in his room.
'Get out,' Billy moaned, throwing whatever he managed to grab first at the person in his room.
'My minutes ran out, you still have to answer.'
'No, I don't.'
'Come on, Horrible, I know I'm irresistible but even to you?'
'What?'
Captain Hammer cleared his throat and started reading something.
'I want to fuck you until all you can do is scream my name and beg me for release.'
Oh fuck.
'You're going to be mine and mine only.'
This couldn't be real.
'Next time I see you, I'm going to take you right where we are standing so everyone can see.'
'Okay, you can stop now! Gheez!' He had shouted that before realising what he was doing. The noise made him whimper.
'I brought you aspirin. I thought you might need it.'
Billy gratefully swallowed the offered painkillers and water, after which he remembered who had brought them. However, he couldn't bring himself to do something about it.
'Are you going to answer?'
Why did Hammer insist on that?
'I was drunk,' Billy admitted.
'I figured. But then again, they say drunk people tell the truth.'
'I'm not attracted to you.'
'Right.'
'I don't want to fuck you.'
'Absolutely.'
'I am not possessive.'
'Okay then.'
Billy closed his eyes, wishing this situation would be over. He started when he felt soft lips press against his own, but some part in him took over and made him kiss back.
When the kiss was over and Billy opened his eyes again, Hammer was looking at him with a smug grin on his face.
'I knew you couldn't resist me.'
'I can't resist the urge to throw my pillow at you if you don't leave right now.'
'Nah, I think I'll stay. Scoot over.'
Billy didn't want to, but Hammer pushed him to the side so he could sit next to a still very hungover nemesis.
'This is wrong...' He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud until Hammer replied.
'And you give a damn?'
He started to reply, but Hammer kissed him again to shut him up. Billy gave up. He'd put this right tomorrow, when he wasn't suffering the consequences of a long night of drinking.
After that thought, Hammer managed to make him stop thinking for the rest of the day.