Friday: Texts from Last Night

[merryghoul]

For my last day hosting this week, I'm bringing back a personal favorite, Texts from Last Night. Pick a text or a few from that site and pair it with a fandom (or make it author's choice) or make up a text for a fandom (or author's choice), and then make it a prompt! A friendly reminder: the site, as well as possibly some of these prompts, may not be SFW.

The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:
Leverage, Eliot, i've been hiding in the laundry chute for like thirty minutes from her. not my manliest moment. but dude this is awesome
Sherlock, any, I just want to let it be known that I almost put my phone in the fridge.
Author's choice, "so explain again why im purple" "no"

Nothing inspiring you today? Why not go through the lonely prompts?

Have a good weekend, and sorry about the double post earlier (this post turned on the LJ spam filter for me for some reason)!

tag=TextsFromLastNight

Comments

[merryghoul]

Leverage, Eliot, i've been hiding in the laundry chute for like thirty minutes from her. not my manliest moment. but dude this is awesome

[merryghoul]

Sherlock, any, I just want to let it be known that I almost put my phone in the fridge.

[merryghoul]

Author's choice, "so explain again why im purple" "no"

Avengers: Tony + Clint, friends

[anotherfngrl.livejournal.com]

"So, explain again why I'm purple?" Clint asks dangerously.

"No," Tony tells him again, carefree as ever.

"You'd better not just be fucking with me, Stark!" he insists.

"Okay. You're tiny, way down there. Tasha's got the hair- that's easy to spot. And unless there's a lot of flags around, Cap's easy to find too. But we can never find you until it's almost too late. The purple blends well with the shadows, but it's distinct enough to let Thor, Hulk or I spot you in a hurry if we need to extract you," Tony argues reasonably.

Clint nods, then his eyes narrow. "You made that up on the spot."

"Well, yeah, but it's actually pretty sound logic. And I have been working on a way to keep from losing you- your hiding places are going to be your undoing, Hawkeye. It's all well and good that they can't find you, but neither can we!" Tony tells him, frustrated.

"Purple helmet," Clint says suddenly.

"Wha?" Tony cocks his head, waiting for an explanation.

"Leave the helmet purple, make the rest of it black. Easier to hide, but if you guys are looking down at me, you'll still be able to spot it," Clint concedes.

"Sound plan, Barton. Didn't know you had it in you," Tony grins, pleased. He's won his bet with Bruce- the other scientist had said he'd never be able to get Clint into purple for battle. He hadn't specified how much purple. And this means he gets to make Bruce's Hulk-shorts purple too. Tony's life is kind of awesome.

"Yeah, just get the rest of this shit re-painted or dyed or whatever," Clint tells him, stripping out of his redesigned costume and back into his jeans.

Tony considers putting it off until after the next mission, but he doesn't want to risk Clint insisting on going out in his old stuff. He's made major improvements to Clint's body armor, and the archer needs them. So he sends the suit off to the fabrication area to be painted and goes back to testing the bright purple stretch fabric he's been experimenting with for Bruce, wondering idly if he could get Natasha into something besides black.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Dean, He always takes home straight guys. He plays One Night Stand on Ledgendary Mode (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40779.html)

[kim47.livejournal.com]

The bar is loud and smoky, and Sam's got a pleasant buzz going when Jo sits down next to him. She takes a sip of his drink, smiling sweetly when he glares at her.

They talk idly for a few minutes, before her eyes fix on something over Sam's shoulder and her forehead wrinkles.

"What is it?" Sam asks, turning around, trying to follow her eyes.

She nods in the direction of the bar, and Sam can just make out Gabriel, grinning, all over this guy leaning against the bar. He's gesticulating wildly, clearly in the middle of a story, and Sam hears the guy he's talking to laugh, and that laugh sounds awfully familiar...

"Is that Dean?" Jo asks, the disbelief all over her face.

They watch, mesmerised, as Gabriel leans closer, touching Dean's arm, clearly lowering his voice. Sam's not sure how long he's been working Dean, but it's clearly paid off, because Dean leans into him and grins and, holy shit, is he licking his lips?

"That's Gabriel for you," he says, unable to look away. Gabriel says something and Dean nods, and a minute later they're leaving, Dean's hand low on Gabriel's back. Just as they're passing, Gabriel looks over at their table and throws them a wink.

Sam snorts. "He always takes home straight guys," he says, shaking his head. "He plays One Night Stand on Legendary mode."

"Yeah, but Dean, I mean, that's like..."

"He likes a challenge, apparently."

Jo shakes her head and takes another swig of Sam's drink. Then she fixes Sam with a stare.

"What?" he asks, feeling defensive already.

"Did you ever..." She jerks her head in the direction of the door Dean and Gabriel just left through.

"What, no, gross!"

Jo just raises her eyebrows.

"I didn't!" Sam insists. "Besides, I wouldn't count."

"Why not?"

He grins at her. "I'm not straight."

That shuts her up nicely.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, Come get me...we were walking home and she kept yelling "people need to get run over more!" then she just sat down in the middle of the street saying "it just feels right." (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40776.html)

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, Nice just gets you lonely or dead. I don't like those options. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40735.html)

Avengers movieverse, Clint, PG, darkish

[tigriswolf]

Clint Barton was a quiet child with watchful, wary eyes. He hid a lot. He kept his mouth shut and he watched, and he learned.

When his parents died and his brother took his hand and whispered we have to run or we'll never see each other again, Clint, c'mon, please come with me, Clint followed him into the night.

Barney got them into the circus. It was just somewhere else to keep his head down, and it reinforced his lesson that ducking only leads to harsher beatings. But in the circus, Clint wasn’t useless – Duquesne and Buck taught him, and he became a headliner, and it was better, everything was so much better…

But Barney wasn’t as good, and didn’t learn as well, and Clint just couldn’t duck. And Duquesne turned on him, and Buck, and when Barney left this time, he didn’t take Clint’s hand and ask him to come.

Clint Barton spent a month in the hospital, silent and still. He thought about letting himself fade away. He thought about all the lessons he’d learned.

He thought about how the bow sang to him, how arrows obeyed him. He thought about doing the right thing, about doing the easy thing, about rolling over and dying, and then he thought, Fuck that noise, I’ll go out with a bang if I go at all.

So Clint Barton enlisted when he got of the hospital and honed his marksman ability to beyond impossible, and he started talking. He talked a lot. Because being silent and keeping his head down got him nowhere. He still learned – the greatest lesson was how much more fun it was shoot a living thing than a static target. That… probably wasn’t the lesson he was supposed to get, but he learned it pretty goddamned well, anyway.

When the army turned like everyone else he’d ever known, Clint took his bow and his quiver, and flushed his morals down the toilet. He figured Duquesne and Buck would get a kick out of him becoming a killer-for-hire, but he didn’t let that stop him.

And then SHIELD happened. SHIELD, trying to keep the world safe as the bad guys got ever badder, and the weapons other-worldly, and Clint kept on snarking, and killing whoever he was told to kill, and turning world-class assassins to the side of the angels (which, yeah… there’s so much irony there, and probably only three people in the world have the clearance to see it).

He won’t say Loki opened his eyes. His eyes have been open since he was three years old and broke his first bone (his first bone was broken). No, Loki didn’t open his eyes.

But Loki did show him how goddamned bored he’d become. And when Fury told them to lay low in the aftermath of Manhattan, maybe Tasha could guess what would happen, but she was off somewhere else, and Clint didn’t linger to say goodbye.

He’d been watching. He’d learned a lot.

And when Loki came back (which he would, of course he would, all he wanted was Thor’s attention, and Thor had chosen Earth), well. Loki was the first new thing in a long time.

Clint left everything SHIELD gave him behind and vanished in the middle of the day. He’d lay low for awhile, until Thor’s pissed off little brother came back to break his brother’s newest toys.

It was time to be quiet again, to hide, to be watchful and wary. To keep his head down and wait for the right moment.

He could do that. It was the first lesson he’d ever learned, staring up at his father and choking on tears. It was the basis for everything else.

Stand still, close your eyes, survive.

So Clint went to ground, watched the news – and waited.

He didn’t wait for long, and he laughed when Loki appeared in his kitchen, and he made the mad god a pot of tea, and he smiled while Loki stared at him, all gobsmacked and righteous indignation.

And maybe it was ‘wrong,’ whatever the fuck wrong was. But it was the most fun he’d had since his first taste of killing.

If this is trick, Loki said, all cold and remote. Dangerous. The most dangerous thing Clint had ever touched.

It’s not, Clint assured him, and for the moment, that was true.

All Clint could promise was the moment, and Loki nodded, and that was that.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40731.html)

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, Feanor, Shit, my parents are coming over and I just realized that a grinder is not an acceptable paperweight (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40702.html)

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, WAIT DID YOU MAIL ME A KITTEN (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40766.html)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Demonata, Beranabus + Juni/Kernel, My boss just called me into his office to apologize for being an "inadvertant cockblock" (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-6457.html)

Filled

[analise010.livejournal.com]

I got bored and decided to write this as strictly dialogue.

---------------------------------------------------------

Kernel’s head is leaning towards the desk when Juni bangs open the door to his office and slams it shut closed behind her.

“What did you say to Beranabus yesterday?” she says through her teeth.

“I didn’t tell him anything, Juni. Why?”

“Then why did he call me into his office and apologize for being an - and I quote - ‘inadvertent cockblock’?”

“Oh,” Kernel says limply.

“Kernel!”

“He saw us together, love.

“How did that happen? We were so careful last week.”

“Remember that day when we were here and all of the lights went off and we just thought it was a circuit problem?”

“You mean the time that we were in your office?“

“‘Yes,”

“And you had your hands on my - “

“Yes,”

“And you said to stop because you wanted me to come back to yours?”

Yeah...I said that because he saw us and backed out before you noticed him.”

“Fuck, Kernel.”

“If I remember correctly, that’s what you said in my office...Ow! That hurts.”

“Like my fucking ego is hurt. Beranabus is our boss and now he thinks that we’re some kind of kinky couple that likes to do it at work.”

“I don’t think that at all,” Beranabus said, entering into the room without so much as a knock. “If you knew the things I did back in my day...Well, Kernel, I need the information on Star Market by this afternoon, if you can.”

“Oh, God, did he just say that he used to - “

“Yeah, Juni. I think he did.”

“Never in the office again?”

“Deal.”

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Ted/Barney - I hope after we constantly bang for 2 days straight we can agree to be friends again.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Vampire Babylon - Chris Marie Green, Claudius/Dawn, It's like god made him fantastic at oral to make up for what his mouth does the rest of the time. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40726.html)

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Avengers, any, Dude, someone broke the toilet seat in two, the is a pair of panties on the kitchen counter, and the entire house smells like a brewery (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-30774.html)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal - i looked down and was like "oh shit thats blood" then it was like "shit, thats not my blood." then it was like whose blood is this??

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine - (612): Do you know how to give stitches?
(1-612): I do not...this text concerns me

[isdon-isgood9.livejournal.com]

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:01)
Do you know how to give stitches?

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:02)
I do not… this text concerns me

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:06)
It’s no big deal. Puck says he can do it.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:07)
That doesn’t make me feel any better.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:10)
Your lack of reply concerns me.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:20)
Blaine! Answer me!

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:22)
I’m fine. Finn fell over. He got hurt.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:24)
You suddenly sound sober.

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:25)
Seeing Puck give Finn stitches will do that to anyone.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:26)
Are you sure your ok?

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:40)
I’m fine. I’m grabbing a cab home now. I so don’t want to be here anymore.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:45)
Don’t want to see anymore blood?

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:47)
You know how much I hate blood.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:50)
I do. Be home in 10 minutes and I’ll make you feel better. Any later and I’m going to bed.

To Kurt, From Blaine (12:55)
I’m just paying the cab fare. I’ll be inside in a minute. You better be ready to make me feel better.

To Blaine, From Kurt (12:56)
I’m always ready to make you feel better.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Please do us both a favor and come rip my clothes off.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, Teacher!AU, I need someone to get my backpack from the bar before class tomorrow. I have to give my students their papers back. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-24126.html)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/any - It wasn't like a party or anything. They played PlayStation and talked about sports. Then I threw up on his porch.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Iron Man, Tony, not only did i manage to get kicked out of the bar, i also got kicked out of denny's. i didnt even know that was possible. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-11458.html)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Discworld, Angua/Vimes, Are we talking about who knows if I'll get naked pictures of you with a broadsword or who knows if I'll be surprised? (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40592.html)

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean and Sam, You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40697.html)

[omorka.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any female companion, So I know we're not talking about this anymore buuuuuut I left heel marks on the wall. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40786.html)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "I can't answer my phone I'm at work." "I slept with a male stripper last night. Priorities."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Avengers movieverse, Tony/Loki, His roommates came in and started a dance party in his room while we were having sex. He said it wasnt the first time. (http://textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-40496.html)

Fill 1. Rated R for awkward situations and sex

[love-evil.livejournal.com]

“Stop grinning like that – it’s unnerving.”

“Sorry,” Tony replies without sounding the least bit like he is, which he isn’t. He’s been flirting with Loki Liesmyth for weeks and finally, finally, he has managed to convince the gorgeous freshman into coming to bed with him. If he’s a little bit excited about this then sue him. It’s not like he spends weeks wooing most of his conquests. This one is special and he plans on savouring it.

Loki laughs, his hands slipping down the back of Tony’s boxers. They kiss, tongues tangling as Tony negotiates the removal of Loki’s underwear. Loki lifts his hips to help, incidentally creating delicious friction between them. Tony groans and pulls back to whip off Loki’s boxers with a flourish. He then spends a moment admiring what he has to work with. Acres of pale flesh, already tousled raven hair, pink tongue moistening swollen lips. Yes, he is most definitely going to savour this one.

Loki sits up and whispers in Tony’s ear, “How do you want me?”

Tony shudders as teeth scrape teasingly over his exposed neck. He pulls Loki into his lap and reattaches their mouths. He’s just about made a decision on how he wants to play this when he hears voices. Tony freezes, praying this is just his imagination playing tricks. Then the music starts and he squeezes his eyes shut. Sometimes the universe really is unfair.

“I thought you said your roommates would be out,” Loki hisses.

Tony takes a deep, calming breath and says, “Loki, for what is about to happen – I am so sorry.”

Before Loki can ask what he is talking about the door opens and Natasha stumbles into the room. “Tony! Party time!” she slurs, hanging onto the door for support. Then she spots Loki. “Oh! You have a guy in here!” She turns and shouts over the music, “Clint, get in here! Tony has a guy over! I told you he was bi!”

Tony makes sure not to look at Loki as Clint staggers into sight. “Dude. Nice.”

“You look like you’re having fun. Can we join you?” Natasha asks.

Before either of them can answer Natasha removes her shirt and drops it on the floor. Clint follows her lead saying, “Foursome. Awesome.”

From out in the hall Tony hears Bruce call, “Guys, I found the glow sticks!”

Natasha and Clint cheer. Forgetting that they were stripping, Tony’s intoxicated roommates rush off to find Bruce and the glow sticks. Seizing the opportunity, Tony jumps up and slams his door. He then drags a number of heavy boxes in front of it in an attempt to make a barricade. Finally, he turns sheepishly to face Loki. “Believe it or not, this is not the first time this has happened.”

Loki glares at him. Then he starts to laugh. Tony stares at him like he’s grown an extra three heads. Eventually Loki pulls himself together enough to say, “The last time I had sex my half-brother and his friends walked in on me when I was actually in.”

“So it’s you the universe is conspiring against getting laid?”

Loki snorts before giving him a foxy grin. “I didn’t let the universe win then and I don’t intend to do so now.”

“Oh thank God,” Tony says as he rips off his boxers. “Because I have wanted to do you for awhile now and for a minute there I thought you were going to storm off like the last one.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Loki purrs. “On the condition that this is the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Tony crawls onto the bed and pulls Loki into a kiss. “Don’t worry babe,” he growls, “it will be.”

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Any, any slash pairing, Our friendship would be less complicated if your dad didn't think I was forcing you into having gay sex with me.