Tuesday ✎ 3-Word Prompts
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comment_ficHey there! I hope you're doing well on this fine Tuesday. :3 I'm creepy_shetan, your host this week. Are you ready to prompt, brainstorm, write, and/or lurk? (I see you over there, hiding behind the potted plants and our prized statue of Christian Kane. Your newspaper is upside down, btw.)
Today's theme is 3-word prompts. All prompts must be three words long. It's as simple as that. ~_^
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
✦ any fandom with telephones, any +/ any, "Call me back."
✦ The Witcher (Netflix or book 'verse), any +/ any, "It's here. Somewhere."
✦ author's choice, any +/ any, sharing a blanket
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2024 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
As a friendly reminder about our schedule, Lonely Prompts and sharing completed fills are encouraged on Sundays, while new themes and prompts are posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day. We'll share our posts on DW and LJ for everyone's convenience. Keep an eye out for notifications!
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so…and spread the word!comment_fic
tag="3-word prompts"
creepy_shetan, your host this week. Are you ready to prompt, brainstorm, write, and/or lurk? (I see you over there, hiding behind the potted plants and our prized statue of Christian Kane. Your newspaper is upside down, btw.)Today's theme is 3-word prompts. All prompts must be three words long. It's as simple as that. ~_^
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
✦ any fandom with telephones, any +/ any, "Call me back."
✦ The Witcher (Netflix or book 'verse), any +/ any, "It's here. Somewhere."
✦ author's choice, any +/ any, sharing a blanket
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2024 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
As a friendly reminder about our schedule, Lonely Prompts and sharing completed fills are encouraged on Sundays, while new themes and prompts are posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day. We'll share our posts on DW and LJ for everyone's convenience. Keep an eye out for notifications!
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so…and spread the word!
comment_fictag="3-word prompts"
Fill Chicago Med Dean/Hannah
Date: 2024-06-30 08:00 pm (UTC)"Just letting the dance floor warm up," he said but that didn't seem to hold water with Ethan, who shook his head sadly.
"Tragic, man," he opined. "Once upon a time, you'd be the first one up there."
It was fair to say that Hannah's eyebrows rose up to her hairline at that, her head moving from side to side in a hard double take. The motion must have caught Dean's attention because he threw out a hand in her direction. "What about Asher over there?" he demanded. "I don't see you trying to convince her."
"Hey!" Hannah held up her water glass, which was significantly less empty than it had been a few moments earlier. "I'm taking a water break; I've been out there all night." She also had the aching feet to prove it, but she figured it was worth every second of pain. It had been a long time since she'd danced the night away.
"I can confirm, the lovely Doctor Asher has been a delightful dance partner." Ethan's eyes, warm and smiling, met Hannah's and she suddenly started to entertain the possibility that his congenial manner might not be purely as a result of marrying the love of his life. "Which you would know, if you'd ever get out there."
Just then, the music changed from fast 90s pop to something a great deal slower and April appeared at Ethan's side. "I believe they're playing our song," she said, barely even looking at Hannah and Dean, as if she hadn't even noticed they were there. For all Hannah knew, she hadn't. And suddenly, it was like they didn't exist for Ethan either, because without a word, he slipped his arm around her waist and walked her into the middle of the dance floor, swaying and staring into each other's eyes like they were the only people in the world.
Watching them, Hannah felt a slow smile spreading across her lips and she didn't try to stop the happy sigh that escaped. Too late she remembered that Dean Archer, the literal embodiment of sarcasm, was sitting right beside her, and he wasn't likely to hold back on teasing her about that. Glancing over at him, sure enough, she saw him staring right at her, a lightness to his eyes and his countenance that she didn't often see. Maybe the romance of the day was getting to him too.
Then he tilted his head towards the dance floor and said eight words that made her jaw drop. "Come on... let's show them how it's done."
"Excuse me?"
She couldn't keep the shock out of her voice but Dean barely blinked. "If I don't get out there, Ethan's never gonna let me hear the end of it."
Hannah narrowed her eyes. "Wow, way to make a girl feel special there, Dean."
He rolled his eyes and she was back on solid ground suddenly. "Fine." Standing, he extended his hand towards her. "Hannah Asher, would you do me the honour of this dance?"
He sounded so ridiculous that Hannah could only laugh, laying her hand in his and allowing him to help her up from her chair. Much to her surprise, he took her in his arms in a ballroom hold, akin to something she might see on Dancing With the Stars and grinned down at her. "Follow my lead," he said, all confidence, and her jaw dropped as she let him begin to move her around the floor.
She'd never danced like this before and it took them - or rather, her - a second to get the hang of things but before too long, Hannah was laughing in delight as Dean moved them easily around the floor, managing her movements with one hand on the small of her back, the other hand in hers. "You can really dance!" She knew she sounded surprised but she couldn't help it - she'd worked with Dean for almost a year now and never would she have guessed that the snappy surgeon knew how to cut a rug.
She could probably count on one hand the amount of times she'd seen him smile; she got another one now. This one was sheepish, almost embarrassed. "Grandma Archer was quite the mover back in the day," he told her. "And when she was minding the Archer boys, she decided that we made the perfect dance partners."
"Oh my god, that is the cutest thing I've ever heard." She wasn't sure whether it was the image in her head or the wince on his face that made her laugh.
"Never repeat that."
Hannah lifted one eyebrow. "I'm not scared of you."
His grimace would have given her pause if she wasn’t close enough to see the twinkle in his eyes, the way his lips twitched, just a little, right at the edges. “Yeah, somehow I got that.”
"Don't pretend like you don't like the challenge," she told him. "That's why I'm your favourite attending."
"Well, to be fair, at the moment it's pretty much between you and Halstead so it's not like I have a lot of choice..." Hannah gasped in mock indignation and he actually chuckled. "Why don't we add it on to the list of things you can't tell anyone about me?"
Which brought something else to mind but because they were on a dance floor, surrounded by their colleagues, Hannah decided not to bring up his kidney condition. "And what's in it for me? Keeping your secrets, I mean."
Too late, she realised how flirty that sounded. She was losing her marbles, she thought. Which considering she was dancing with Dean Archer in front of all their colleagues, might just explain a whole lot of things. Except he didn't seem to be offended by it, or upset, or amused or any of the dozen of emotions that she could name. Instead, he was perfectly calm as they kept dancing. "Well, dinner might be a start." Hannah froze, and promptly stepped on his toes. She sputtered apologies as he smoothly picked up the rhythm, his voice still calm as he said, "Okay, so that was a surprise to you."
Reeling from both the words and the understatement, Hannah took a deep breath and concentrated on pulling herself together. "You want to take me to dinner?"
"I do." Dean tilted his head. "Of course, once again my choices are limited, being as I have this whole renal diet to adhere to, but I'm confident we'll find someplace that won't let us starve..." He paused again, and they did a lap of almost half the dance floor before he continued. "So? What do you say?"
And in that moment, Hannah saw it. The slight hint of nerves, of uncertainty thrumming underneath the surface. This wasn't a joke or a tease, or even two colleagues just dancing at a colleague's wedding. This was something. Or at least the start of it.
When she realised that? The answer was easy.
"Yes."
Re: Fill Chicago Med Dean/Hannah
Date: 2024-07-01 02:44 pm (UTC)