Wednesday: 3 Word Prompts
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comment_ficHey everyone,
It's day three and on that note today we will be focusing on 3 word prompts. Those short little prompts that can incite the bunnies to run wild.
Just a quick reminder of the rules:
: Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
: No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
: Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And please take the monkeys into consideration when writing your prompt. If the prompt is too long, it becomes very hard to record it properly in the archive. Thank you!
Also, remember to keep prompts in the correct format. For example:
Hustle, Albert Stroller, One Last Con.
Torchwood, Jack, I’m NOT pregnant!
Bones/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy & Booth, Why here? Now?
And if nothing here catches your eye there is always the Lonely Prompts.
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:34 am (UTC)Warning: Fleeting and veiled mention of abortion
Date: 2012-05-16 03:58 am (UTC)-
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"I'm *NOT* pregnant!" Jack insisted, staring at the screen of the bio-scanner.
After Gwen's bizarre wedding day, Owen was not taking any chances with something like that happening ever again: any time a member of the team was scratched, bitten or even nicked by an alien during a mission, they underwent a scan. Even Jack, despite the fact that he tended to heal from any injuries within a few minutes or at most a few hours. But their leader had been more grumpy than usual for the past couple of weeks.
"Hate to disappoint you, Jack, but it looks like yer three weeks along," Owen said, looking from the screen to Jack and back. "There something you need to tell us, perhaps how *that* is even possible?"
"I've been through this once before: the father wanted no part of it, so I had certain bits of duct work removed so this wouldn't happen again," Jack replied.
"Well, congratulations: it would seem the duct work grew back," Owen said.
(( The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/75916.html).))
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-19 09:07 pm (UTC)He'd promised to take her away, and if he'd done it, it would have been the best thing that anyone had ever done for her. At the time, she didn't think much about what her aunt or anyone else would have thought when she went missing. When she told the story later, she found out.
Kidnapping. Abduction. They were such ugly words, and she hated how they implied she was a thing to be taken, not a human being with her own free will and intelligence. Sure, she was still a kid, but she knew her own mind.
Perhaps it was that indignation that fueled her quest to be an ever more free willed individual, or perhaps she always would have ended up that way. She was stubborn and brilliant and a free thinker who didn't change her mind for anyone.
Except for one small thing. If that was what it took, Amy Pond was more than ready for abduction.
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:42 am (UTC)no fic
Date: 2011-03-16 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: no fic
From:it could be worse, johanna/gale, pg13
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-24 09:08 pm (UTC)--
Robin burst into the apartment, face blotchy red with excitement. She surprised Lily and Ted on the couch, with Marshall in the kitchen carefully balancing three wine glasses and a bottle.
They all stared at Robin, who stared back. Then the glasses started slipping, so Marshall squealed and fumbled to trap them with his elbows.
"Where is Barney?" Robin demanded, crossing to Marshall in three huge steps and helping. She was nearly bouncing on her toes.
Lily and Ted pointed mutely at the bathroom door.
It took this cue to open and divulge a towel-clad Barney Stinson. He had one side pulled down past his hip, and as he studied a mark there, he asked, "Do you guys think this from a bite or a crab shell cracker?"
"Shut up," Robin snapped. Then she paused and said, "A crab shell cracker." Then she shook her head and waved her hands at him, as if he was the one being crazy. "Shut up! I got you the best present ever!"
Barney said, "Okay. Will this require suiting, perhaps in an ascending manner?"
"Barney, suit up," Robin said very gravely.
Barney stepped back into the bathroom, closed the door, and opened it again in a very nice Armani pinstripe. He was still straightening the tie. "I'm good to go, Scherbatsky."
"But where are you going?" Lily asked from the couch. She wasn't ready to be left out of the loop.
Robin pulled out her phone and clicked through her pictures. "One of my friends from college is in town." She turned her phone to show Barney a smiling, smoking hot blond. "We're going to a cigar bar and I'm going to get her hammered. But that's not all."
"So far, I'm completely down," Barney said, beaming at her.
Robin bit her lip. "When I said she was my friend in college, I meant more like she was my girlfriend."
"Hot," Lily, Ted, and Marshall said reflexively.
"Uh," Barney said. His face fell, because apparently this was a set up for Robin to make it with a lady, not for Barney to show Robin's friend the joys of Bro-hood.
"So I'm going to talk her into a three-way," Robin finished.
Marshall spilled the wine he was trying to pour.
Barney's jaw dropped. He said reverently, "Scherbatsky... I'm in love with you. We're going to have the best open marriage ever, and we can have competitions for picking up attractive women so we can share."
Robin dismissed this proposal with one hand. She said, "There's a catch."
"When is there not a catch, when it comes to spontaneous threesomes?" Lily sighed.
"It's not so much an amazing present as an amazing favor," Robin said cautiously. "See, next week, one of my old boyfriends is going to be in town, and if you're up for it..."
"Oh, I'm up for it," Barney leered.
"At this rate, you'll be tired of threesomes within the month," Ted warned her.
Barney dove to his knees in front of Robin. He clasped his hands. "I'm serious this time. Marry me. We'll have the best orgies in town."
Robin laughed and patted his head. "Maybe someday, who knows." She winked. "If we did, it would be legen..."
"Wait for it," Barney said, heart doing a weird thing that told him he really, really might not be joking.
Instead of answering, Robin turned and ran. "Race you to the car!" she called over her shoulder.
Barney jumped up and streaked after her. The door slammed closed. Then it opened and he stuck his head back in.
He said, "Dary," to Lily, Barney, and Marshall, and then let the door slam again after him.
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:44 am (UTC)Clockwork Dead Man - Owen, PG
Date: 2011-03-17 04:24 am (UTC)(Set in Season 2, after The Life and Death of Dr. Owen Harper)
He hates the looks the most.
The averted gazes, the shared glances, that they think he cannot see (they know him at least well enough to know that he wouldn't appreciate them.) He doesn't appreciate them. He doesn't need to be stared at, on top of everything. To be pitied.
It makes him irritible, which makes him lash out - sometimes needlessly - which makes them look at him all the more... It's a vicious cycle.
He hates that they look at him like he's broken.
Like he's a clock without some vital part, and one day he's just going to wind down - out of time - which is exactly what it's like, isn't it? Only no one knows what part is gone. What keeps his nerves from firing off the right signals to let him just bloody feel something; what keeps his digestive system from digesting, his platelets from mending what needs mending. No one knows what the hell that fucking glove put in place to keep him moving, thinking, quasi-living anyways.
He hates the damned looks, and he hates the misunderstanding behind them. They all pity him because of the things he cannot do. He can't eat, can't drink. Can't heal. Can't fuck.
But Owen doesn't mind so much the things that he can't do now - it's the things that he can.
He can pump enough electricity to power a small mansion into his body and walk away like nothing's happened. He can take a stroll beneath the bloody Atlantic, draw water into and all through his lungs, and never drown. He can walk into a crowd of Weevils and clear the room.
He can do things he shouldn't. And there's no price to pay greater than what was already taken from him. Owen isn't broken. Broken things stop.
And he just keeps going. Hoping to wind down before power and pain corrupt to the point that he forgets to pity the breakable things that surround him.
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 11:50 am (UTC)Living, Six/Gaius, Rated G
Date: 2011-03-18 06:19 am (UTC)Caprica is not a toaster – she’s more than a machine or an automaton. She’s vital and vibrant, her pale skin soft and alive beneath Baltar’s fingers. She smiles, leaning over him in the thick, springy grass, and the sun lights her hair from behind like a halo. Except that this Six is not an angel.
Gaius squints against the sunlight, a smile softening the corners of his mouth. He reaches up and he lets the ends of Caprica’s hair drag over his palm. He winds his fingers through the white blonde strands. He murmurs contentedly, his body still warm from the sun (the sun, it’s unbelievable).
Caprica turns her head and presses a fleeting kiss to the center of Baltar’s palm. Her soft lips tickle against the swell of his thumb.
“Do you realize,” Gaius asks, “that I was just dreaming of you?”
Caprica settles against his chest. “Hmm, I can imagine,” she says, arching an eyebrow. Her pale, blue gaze falls on the distant horizon, her mouth curved upward. She hums softly. The tune sounds familiar. It touches a deep region of Gaius’s heart.
“What’s that that you’re singing?” Baltar asks.
“It’s something one of the children taught me,” Caprica says. The sight of Caprica on bended knee in the midst of the children of this world has ceased to amaze him. The children native to their new home follow her from place to place.
“Teach it to me.”
Caprica pushes herself up on an elbow, looking down into Gaius’s face. Her face is dark from the sun and, up close, Gaius can see the pale freckles scattered across her nose. Her bare shoulder is patterned with goose bumps. Gaius brings his arm up around her and strokes a thumb over her pebbled flesh. He’s moved by tenderness because he remembers the fact that Caprica is not a perfectly made machine. She’s so much more than that.
“Of course,” Caprica replies. She leans over Gaius and kisses his lips.
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 12:01 pm (UTC)The Sam and Rodney Conversation (Stargate Atlantis - McShep Slash)
Date: 2011-03-16 03:13 pm (UTC)"Well," Rodney takes a sip of his coffee, then looks back at Sam, the same silly grin still on his face. "It just kind of happened."
"Things like this don't just happen, Rodney," she challenges. "Look, I know 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' was just repealed. But Colonel Sheppard..." she glances at the scientist, then decides to be a little more personal. "John wouldn't just..."
"What?" Rodney asks curtly. "Wouldn't just throw away his life for someone like me?" After a sharp look, he adds, "That's pretty low, Colonel."
"No, no, no," came the reply, an air of regret in her voice. She followed up with a gentle hand on Rodney's to help ground him. "How about you tell me what happened?"
"We'd just come back from that stupid Lord of the Flies planet, checking on the kids. Anyway, I wasn't feeling so hot when we started the mission. When we were getting ready to come back to Atlantis, I umm..." He shot a nervous look at Carter. "Well, I kind of started hallucinating."
"Hallucinating?" Sam asked. "What about?"
Rodney shook his head. "I don't really remember now... From what Teyla's told me, I was talking about everyone. Jeannie, Carson, Chuck..." His eyes cut to Carter and he finally confesses, "...and you." After a momentary blush, he continues. "And apparently I kept calling Ronon 'Kal'." When Sam shoots him an odd glance, he adds, "Kal. The very first Doctor Who villain." Rodney again blushes. "Anyway, I was pretty much stuck to John. He made Teyla and Ronon stay back while he took me through the gate." After draining his cup, he continues. "Apparently I was pretty sick... Had a high fever for a week. He - John - never left my side. Even after Carson threatened to have him removed. Anyway, when my fever broke and I finally came to, he was just there...holding my hand."
Sam suppressed an "Awww", but just smiled at Rodney instead.
"Apparently the whole thing scared the crap out of him. As soon as I was coherent, he leaned up and kissed me." Rodney touches his lips, reliving the moment. "Kissed me like there's no tomorrow."
After a beat, Sam asks, "So then what happened?", spotting John coming up behind Rodney, aiming to take a seat to his right.
"Well," Rodney blushes yet again. "Apparently Carson stormed in, because my heart rate shot through the roof. That, and... you know..." Another curious look from Sam, and he finishes, "I hadn't brushed my teeth in like a week. I had to stop him."
Settling in beside his partner, John replies, "Yeah, well. I didn't mind."
Rodney rolls his eyes. "Of course you didn't, Kirk!"
"Yes, dear," John replies sarcastically before stealing a chaste kiss. "But I'm your Kirk."
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Date: 2011-03-16 12:02 pm (UTC)Back To Black: Implied!Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard [SGA] and Implied!John Sheppard/Anne Boleyn
Date: 2011-03-16 04:41 pm (UTC)We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
Elizabeth loves spending time with him. She could stand there for hours on that balcony as he wove his tales of his numerous adventures. She loves the way he speaks, she loves the way he smiles and she loves the way he laughs. She could stand with him for It was like the old days when they were in love.
Before the storm hit. Before she made that stupid mistake of letting him go in his darkest hours. It was those times she wished she was stronger. Had she been stronger, he still would have been by her side. She would have held him when his walls, just a little crumbled. But she wasn't as strong.
Which was probably the very reason why he was head over heels for that raven haired bitch. She was strong, a bit too strong. She was a leader and could move mountains just to get what she wanted, no matter who got hurt and what carnage she could cause.
Elizabeth only wished John let history take its course and let her die. Maybe then, they would still have a chance.
She doesn't know how much time passes when she watches John look down at his watch.
"Look I have to go," He says, "we'll do this again sometime."
She doesn't say a word as he leaves. She just looks out into the endless ocean as the sun sets. She knows where he is going and the feeling leaves her just the same. When he was there her world was colorful and now....it all just faded to black.
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Yeah I know it sucks XD
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Date: 2011-03-16 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-17 04:30 am (UTC)"Hello, Commander, decided it's finally time to come join us humble ground dwellers?" Kara slings a friendly arm over his shoulders, the smell of ambrosia hanging on her breath.
"Assaulting a superior officer, that'll earn you time in the brig if you're not careful," Lee scolds lightly, and she laughs.
"Admit it, you missed me."
He pauses in mock contemplation. "Yeah," he says finally, dragging out the word like it pains him. "Yeah, I missed you."
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Date: 2011-03-16 12:49 pm (UTC)FILLED: Capture: SPN/book!TVD: Sam, Dean/Damon: Rated T+
Date: 2011-03-16 03:33 pm (UTC)Rating: T+
Warnings: swearing
Fandom: Supernatural / book!The Vampire Diaries
Pairing / Characters: Sam, Dean and slight Dean/Damon
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"God, ain't this a flash of deja vu." Dean was speaking through gritted teeth. At the same time, Sam felt him strain at their binds, Dean's back pressing against his own tight as he tried and failed to get them free. "Remember that Christmas, Sammy? Fuckin' pagan gods an' their fudge Shit -! Come on, you fuckin' cowards!"
His voice echoed around the room to no one in particular. They were completely alone.
"Dean, you're going to hurt yourself." By contrast, Sam's voice was calm and controlled. His head tipped back, nudging his brother's slightly to emphasise his next words, a soft request, "Just calm down, okay?"
"This is all your fault, you know that?" was the sharp retort, Dean's head twisting about sharply so his cheek grazed just below Sam's ear, ruffled spikes of dark blonde tickling the nape of his neck. "Worst idea ever you ever had."
"Uh, you were the one who said to follow their car! I was just doing what you said we should do."
"...Still your fault."
"How so?" he demanded, rolling his eyes as he did so.
"Since when d'ya listen to me, anyway?"
"Dean -"
"Well, well. What have we here?"
The voice that spoke was darkly amused, and the low chuckle that followed would have made a lesser man quake at the implications. But Sam and Dean were Winchesters. Hunters.
"Yer doom an' death," Dean replied cockily, glaring as their captor came into view in the darkened archway of the door.
"Cute," laughed the other man, leaning lightly against the doorjamb, watching them. Sam twisted his head left and right, trying and failing to look also.
"Pipe down, Sammy." Dean smiled slowly. "This fucker ain't gonna be worth a damn to look at once I'm done with him anyway."
"Oh, you think so."
Breathtakingly beautiful, pale, eyes the colour of midnight and a superior little smirk adorning his features that he just wanted to fuckin' smack the Hell off, Dean glared daggers up at Damon Salvatore like he was something particularly unpleasant stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
"No. I know so."
It seemed to amuse the vampire no end and in a sharp blur he was in front of him, hands lightly resting on his thighs as those eyes bore into his. After the initial, slight start, Dean was still, just looking back up at him quietly as if to say: ooh, impressive. Not.
Damon slid a hand up to his neck, fingers lightly brushing his skin and the elder Winchester tensed. No way was he becoming some vamp's snack! He tried to jerk his face away but he was held firm in an iron-grip.
Damon's lips parted in a sharp hiss...the veins starting to stand around his eyes...fangs protruding sharply - oh, Hell.
Dean inhaled sharply, the palm of his hand closing about the sharpenal he had caught in his cuff when they were flung across the warehouse. It wouldn't hurt him, but maybe it would distract the fucker, if even for a split-second. They would get out of this. And then, he would kill Sam.
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probably not what you were expecting, but...^_^;
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Date: 2011-03-16 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 12:56 pm (UTC)FILLED: Supernatural: Sam/Dean: Five Reasons: Rated M
Date: 2011-03-16 02:12 pm (UTC)Rated: M
Warning: WINCEST & SLASH
Fandom / Pairing: Supernatural / Sam/Dean
Five; because he looked so hot begging. Even when he tried not to. Especially when he denied that he was...
"Sammy, fuck...do it. C'mon." The half-whine that would slowly grow either higher or lower in octave, depending on whether his brother would get pissed off more than he got needy or vice versa, caused the younger Winchester to slowly smile.
"Like that, don't you?" he whispered, lips brushing across Dean's cheek and up to his ear as his hand slowly tightened about his length.
His two raised fingers, gently prodding the underside of his balls didn't still and he started to once again press and roll them, skimming his nails at the underside.
"Dean..."
What you do to me...
The responding groan, buck of hips to him and Dean turning his head to capture his lips in a hard, passionate kiss answered his question as well as words could and Sam allowed himself a groan of approval.
Four; Dean was cute when he tried to take control...
"Ah ah," Sam chuckled, nipping up at Dean's lips and easily using his weight to once again roll them over so he were above him, his hands placed firmly down against his hips, pinning him to the bed. "No, you don't. It's my turn to top."
"The fuck it is," was the indignant, half-growl of a response.
Sam thought Dean had never looked quite so fuckable as when he was being deliberately unhelpful to the cause. His knee nestled between slightly parted legs, rubbing against his bare crotch. As Dean inhaled sharply, he caught his lips in a hard kiss.
"Don't make me have to tie you up..."
Three; he liked that Dean could still surprise him...
"Do it," growled the elder Winchester roughly, his body arching up, rubbing against Sam in an unmistakable gesture. "Fuckin' do it, Sam. Tie me up, baby boy. Make me scream."
"Oh, God," he groaned, his eyes shutting briefly as he allowed that delicious image to come to mind, heat pooling his stomach. "Dean."
Fuck yes, he wanted that.
Two; he made the sexiest sounds...
"Uhn! Sam - ahhh!" Dean's perfect lips parted, kiss-swollen but still eager and ready as Sam's own covered them, claiming his mouth once more, capturing the slight gasps, heady moans that escaped...cries of his name like prayers, reverent whispers in the darkness as their bodies moved in time.
Rough, but tender. Deep inside of him, but still never enough. They fit. He fit. Oh -
"Sammy..."
"I love you," he whispered against his skin, tongue darting out lightly to lick away the tang of sweat, spice, something so beautifully raw and amazing and just - Dean.
One; his were the only words that mattered.
"I love you, Sam." He felt his hand tangle into his already rumpled, still-impossible long hair and sighed.
The touch was so familiar; as long as he could remember, Dean's hands were drawn to his hair. A gentle stroking after a nightmare, sharp tugs during their love-making that made him gasp with slight pain...tender sweeps out of his eyes in the aftermath...reassurance as he spoke the words he would die over and over again, just to hear once from his brother's lips...
"I love you, too."
Five Reasons; why he loved Dean. But nowhere near all of them. Those couldn't be counted, because day by day they just kept on growing. And would continue to do so.
And I'm so glad...
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