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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[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA/SG-1, Lorne/Sheppard/Mitchell, "well that wasn't the exboyfriend I expected to hook up with today"

Wakeup: Lorne/Sheppard/Mitchell, "well that wasn't the exboyfriend I expected to hook up with today"

[somehowunbroken]

When Evan wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is freeze. There's an arm around his middle, which is fine; he usually wakes up with John's arm slung around his waist, so that's not that weird. But John's molded into his front, and his arms definitely aren't anywhere near Evan's waist. There's someone behind Evan, someone big and warm and, at this point, unknown.

"Well," the guy says form behind him, "you weren't the ex I was expecting to hook up with last night."

And with that, Cam Mitchell presses a kiss to the back of Evan's neck, rolls out of the bed, and walks to the bathroom.

"Don't get me wrong," he continues a few minutes later when he comes back into the bedroom to see Evan turned over, his back to John, staring in Cam's general direction. "I'm not upset or anything, and hell, you look great, Evan."

A hand ghosts over his stomach, and Evan feels John press into his back. "You okay?" he asks quietly, and Evan nods.

"Morning," Cam says to John, who nods to him. "Jesus, John, your bedhead is even worse now than it was fifteen years ago."

"Not everyone goes for the so-closely-cropped-I-might-be-bald look," John shoots back, and it has the easy air of an argument that's been played over and over, words meant as affection rather than malice. Evan has about three seconds to process everything before Cam slips back into bed and rolls smack into Evan's chest, stretching his arm out to wrap around John's back with Evan in the middle.

"I didn't know you had-" Evan starts, looking at Cam, and John's hand tightens on his hip.

"Yeah," Cam says. "Before I met you."

"He was-"

"Yeah," Cam cuts him off, and there's nothing in his face or voice to indicate that something might be off, but they both know what he'd been about to say - the one you couldn't get over, the one who broke your heart.

It's silent for a little while longer, the three of them lying together in not-uncomfortable silence, despite shared and separate histories. Eventually, John's hand moves lower, and Cam's hand slides back to trace patterns into the skin on Evan's hip, and maybe Evan didn't expect to wake up like this, but he's not complaining.