Final Friday- Double Drabbles (200 Words)
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iantojjackh and today is my last day as guest host. I've had fun being your host for this week and I hope you've had fun with these prompts. My final theme is 200 Word Fics, double drabbles. Go forth and prompt, prompting minions.
The rules still haven't changed and are as follows:
-No more than five prompts in a row.
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts and if your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get things...
+ Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Match made in hell
+ Alf, Alf, a cat recipe
+ Arrow, Oliver/Malcolm, bonding and/or bondage
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:29 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-07-19 03:44 pm (UTC)"-your office is one thing, but during a client meeting-"
"Hey, now, that is a baseless accusation!"
"Well, not entirely baseless."
"An accusation, all the same! There's not a shred of pr-"
Damien has been scrolling through something on his phone. He calmly holds it up now so that the others can each see its screen. Jared quiets. Peter grins. Damien rolls his eyes.
"Okay, so I'll give you that client meeting..."
"We were just cuddling!" Peter interjects. "He was in the bathroom for a really long time and-"
"Are there going to be any public indecency charges coming out of this?" Stanton asks.
As one, the room turns to him with curious looks on their faces.
"Public- It's not indecent to-"
Hanna raises a brow. "Speak for yourself."
"They were spooning, Stanton. Not-" Damien looks loathe to say the word.
"Ah," Stanton can only say. 'Pity,' he thinks. "Well, I'd just assumed..."
Re: Fill
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Date: 2013-07-19 11:29 am (UTC)Not a fill
Date: 2013-07-19 10:52 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:30 am (UTC)No fill just yet...
Date: 2013-07-19 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:30 am (UTC)No fill... yet
Date: 2013-07-19 02:25 pm (UTC)Re: No fill... yet
From:Fill (Okay, so it didn't so much lean into Blam as dive into it :p)
From:Re: Fill (Okay, so it didn't so much lean into Blam as dive into it :p)
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:31 am (UTC)Two double drabbles. (Warning. Mention of minor character death.)
Date: 2013-07-20 08:11 am (UTC)Martha
This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Martha thought as she packed up their flat. Not that her and Tom had ever lived there together. It should have been their first married home.
Now Tom was gone. She sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. They'd been on honeymoon when it had happened. Something to do with aliens wanting to take children. The army had come and Tom...It had been a mirror of what had happened back in the year that never was. Tom standing up for what was right. Tom dying.
She'd resigned her commission with UNIT over their involvement with it in the UK.
Her mobile ringing startled her back to the present and she answered it, more out of the need to do something than really wanting to talk to anyone.
“Hi, it's Mickey Smith. I don't know if you can help. It's just there's this thing and I really need somebody else on this and there's no one else...”
Part of her wanted to say no. Hadn't she given enough these last couple of years? Instead she said,
“Alirght. I can't promise I'll be much help, but I'll take a look.”
Mickey
He'd only met Martha a couple of times before he'd called her and in the end what he'd called her about had turned out to be a false alarm. He'd expected that to be it, but the next time he needed back-up he'd called Martha again, and the next, until it because that he rarely went after anything without her.
They had a lot in common. They'd both travelled with the Doctor and had been the ones to walk away. They'd seen the best and worst in people, Martha during what she called 'that missing year' and himself during the liberation of the parallel Earth from the Cybermen.
Sure their backgrounds had been different. Martha had trained as a doctor, he'd just scraped through his GCSEs because he'd not really seen the point in most of them. But they weren't those people any more. For better or worse their time with the Doctor had changed them.
It hadn't been love at first sight, loneliness and disillusionment with the world had all played their part. But by the time he'd impulsively kissed her one Christmas Eve after they'd saved the world from some alien brainwashing snow globes, they'd both been ready.
Re: Two double drabbles. (Warning. Mention of minor character death.)
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From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:32 am (UTC)Fill: Oliver/Percy, Same Old Routine
Date: 2013-07-19 08:32 pm (UTC)“To be fair…” Oliver sighed. “The beaters should really have had that one.”
“Oliver for Merlin’s sake…”
“Did I at least make the save?”
“Oliver!”
“What?”
Percy’s only response was to lean in and kiss him. He wasn’t sure if it was a concussion or if the kiss was just so bloody good it was making his head spin. Either way, he brought his arms up—both still working perfectly—and pulled Percy closer. “You are the most exasperating man in the world. Are you aware of that?”
“Coming from a Weasley, that’s really saying something.”
“Don’t tease. I hate it when you tease.” Percy pulled back, straightening his robes. Oliver realized then that he’d probably come from work. Which meant the fall had been a little worse than he thought.
“Do I at least get to come home tonight?”
“I’ll see what I can do about that.”
“Don’t go confunding the nurses for my sake, love.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” Percy smiled a little. “Not again, anyway.”
Re: Fill: Oliver/Percy, Same Old Routine
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:42 am (UTC)X-Men Movieverse: Jubilation Theme Song
Date: 2013-07-19 05:35 pm (UTC)Whoever named him ‘saint’ had clearly lost their mind already. Bobby endured sleepless nights, slow torture by clicking lighter, fire damage, Kitty and John’s heated arguments about music, schoolwork, and worse—who knew the guy was into romance novels? But this took the cake.
Bobby had barely collapsed across his bed after the most grueling PE class he had ever experienced (he thought Scott was bad? Logan was infinitely worse) when John, who had been in the same class, burst into the room with… Jubilee? Both of them were singing enthusiastically at the top of their lungs—the song that never ends.
Bobby groaned, then took hope. It was Jubilee. She would be reasonable. “Please stop singing. You're driving me crazy." He gave her his best pleading expression
Jubilee looked at him then looked at John, who shrugged and flicked open his lighter. She grinned and snapped her fingers, starting off a sparkler and a new song:
“’Cause being without you is driving me crazy!
Oh I just don't know what to do!”
Bobby groaned.
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From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:43 am (UTC)Fill, Kirk/McCoy
Date: 2013-07-19 04:39 pm (UTC)Well... much better than Leonard had expected. Jim deemed this whole trip 'awesome' the moment he proposed it. Jim considers a bar fight he can walk away from with the full use of one eye 'awesome', so Leonard was assured not a bit.
But they didn't die in the shuttle ride down to the planet. Jim didn't incite Jocelyn to violence, and even made speaking with her less like a long, slow death in a decompression chamber. Joanna took to Jim as to a long lost friend, and Winona is a singularly pleasant and insightful woman.
Leonard pities her even more for having had to raise a rapscallion like Leonard's best buddy, Jim.
Then Winona looks Leonard right in the eye and says, perfectly sincere, "I'm so pleased to meet you, Leonard. You're the first boyfriend that Jim's ever brought home."
Leonard snorts the peach tea Winona'd given him up his nose and nearly chokes on it.
"Mom!" Jim whines. "I haven't actually... yet."
"Oh dear!"
"Well... no time like the present, huh, Bones?"
And that's how Jim Kirk asks Leonard for their first date.
Re: Fill, Kirk/McCoy
From:Re: Fill, Kirk/McCoy
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:44 am (UTC)not a fill
Date: 2013-07-19 12:28 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:44 am (UTC)FILLED!
Date: 2013-10-15 05:55 pm (UTC)“What’re you doing?” He asked as he opened the refrigerator.
“Ordering,” Sam clarified. “I’m making a card entry for our copies from the Thule’s red ledger for our collection.”
Dean’s smile grew, bright and joyful. His brother, the geeky, dorky nerd, was very bit a Man of Letters—a legacy of bravery and strength, of courageous heart and soul. This occasion called for something special, a simple yet meaningful comfort. Dean looked down at the beers in his hand and then to Sam, and then he puts the beers back into the fridge.
“So, what?” he asked with a tiny playful grin on his lips. “Aaron’s a J.I. and you’re a Man of Letters now? Is that it?”
Sam chuckled softly; he liked the sound of that, being a legacy and having the ability to make a difference in the world. To do some good that impacted the world for the better—to be as good a hunter, and a man, as his brother and father, and his grandfather.
Dean poured some scotch from a decanter on one of the bookshelves, filling up two glasses. He set a glass down in front of Sam, a proud smile on his face as he said, “Good.”
Running a hand through Sam’s hair, Dean leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I’m proud of you, Sammy.” The words were soft and tender, but Sam heard them, and his heart fluttered as he leaned into his brother’s touch. Dean wasn’t a man for chick-flick moments, not one to hug and talk about his feelings; and yet just when Sam thought he figured his brother out, Dean would do something surprising, like this. To show his love, even if it was only a tiny brief moment; it was such simple words to say, yet the emotion held a special spot in Sam’s heart.
As Dean pulled away, Sam saw the look of pride on his brother’s face, and it filled his heart with love and fondness. Sam picked s up his glass of whisky and sniffed at it as Dean sat down on the opposite side of the next table and put his feet up. Sam and Dean titled their glasses towards each other and drank, both relaxing in their comforting atmosphere of their home. Sam smiled as Dean leaned his head back contentedly, his brother humming softly to the beat of the music.
To see Dean like that, so relaxed and happy, enjoying a moment of peace, was the one thing that kept Sam fighting. He would do everything he had to in order to close the gates of Hell, just so he could have more days of Dean smiling and joyful.
~End.
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From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:46 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-07-19 05:15 pm (UTC)...
It was another boring day at the office. Roy sighed, flipping through another set of papers he had to read and scribble his signature on. Being a Fuhrer really wasn’t different from being a Colonel. It was all the same monotonic job – the only difference was the importance of the signatures.
He was about to turn to another pack of papers when the phone rang. He reached to pick it up, muttering a bored ‘hello’.
“Still slacking, bastard?”
Roy wasn’t ready to hear that voice, and he definitely wasn’t ready for how much it didn’t change. “Fullmetal, I’m surprised hearing from you – “
“Yeah I know, cut the bullshit I’m on tight schedule. So, you know… Winry and I are getting married.”
Roy smiled. Of course he knew. Invitations were sent to all of them, and he definitely wanted to show up and see the boy he knew becoming a man and marrying the woman he loved.
“So I want you to be my best man, along with Al. See you in a week, I’ll come to Central. Stop slacking!”
With that, the line went dead, and Roy couldn’t help but stare at the receiver, his eyes big with surprise.
no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 11:51 am (UTC)Because I totes read a summary wrong and the idea won't go away...
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Date: 2013-07-19 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 02:26 pm (UTC)Fill, don't kill me though, not beta (214 words)
Date: 2013-07-21 08:59 pm (UTC)--
It was all Hotch fault.
Reid found himself staring at the screen of the computer, stunned by all the works that he found.
He clicked at one link that looks promising, and read it all, slowly, still trying to overcome what he is reading about.
'I'll kill Hotch for this.' Reid thought, although he moved to the next work, and reading it over.
Indeed he was surprised to find out the authors hit the right spots and knew exactly what he loves and not, and what more surprised him was the slash.
'I better send the links to my private email so I will check on it at home, alone.'
'Oh my… I'm screwing the boss.' As he caught something in the screen, before moving to something else.
Reid grinned, if only Morgan will know, or find out that he was in love with him, he wondered what kinks he will try.
Unless he was in the show with his team members, and they were the characters.
Reid did notice the multiple cameras in each room.
Did they appear in the Big Brother? How else can he explain the site that is filled with stories, mainly about him and Morgan as a couple? Not to mention that authors want to see him in pain!
Re: Fill, don't kill me though, not beta (214 words)
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 02:29 pm (UTC)(I'm so sorry, omg!)
Not a fill
Date: 2013-07-19 02:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2013-07-19 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 02:34 pm (UTC)