Monday - Flashback to the 80's!
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The theme for today is 80's Flashback, and each prompt should include something from the 1980's. So break out your MTV videos, your pastel shirts, your big hair, put on The Wedding Singer, and have some fun!
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples for you:
BtVS, Giles+the Scoobies, "We're watching The Princess Bride? Again?" "Don't knock it, G-Man, it's a classic."
Any, any canon couple+friend, "Your boyfriend/girlfriend is standing outside with a boom box playing Peter Gabriel."
Royal Pains, Any+Evan, "Did you learn to dress by watching Miami Vice as a child?"
Any, Any+Any, arguing over whether Calvin and Hobbes or Bloom County is the better comic strip.
MCU, Logan+/Rogue, "Like a Prayer" (Madonna)
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag=The '80's
I'm
evil_little_dog, and I'm hosting comment_fic this week! The theme for today is 80's Flashback, and each prompt should include something from the 1980's. So break out your MTV videos, your pastel shirts, your big hair, put on The Wedding Singer, and have some fun!
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples for you:
BtVS, Giles+the Scoobies, "We're watching The Princess Bride? Again?" "Don't knock it, G-Man, it's a classic."
Any, any canon couple+friend, "Your boyfriend/girlfriend is standing outside with a boom box playing Peter Gabriel."
Royal Pains, Any+Evan, "Did you learn to dress by watching Miami Vice as a child?"
Any, Any+Any, arguing over whether Calvin and Hobbes or Bloom County is the better comic strip.
MCU, Logan+/Rogue, "Like a Prayer" (Madonna)
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag=The '80's
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Date: 2013-07-22 10:50 am (UTC)Re: FILL: SPN, Sam/Dean, cuddle
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 10:55 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2014-12-10 06:33 pm (UTC)Frank might not know much, but of one thing he is sure - dead or undead, there are few feelings in the world that beat a long hot shower. Ever since jail, Tarrytown and everything else, he's grown to appreciate steaming hot water, as much as he wants, and he luxuriates in it, taking his time, even singing random 80s pop songs at the top of his lungs.
Today though, when he emerges from his bathroom, he's met with a surprise.
He's met with Jenny, who is standing across the hall, arms crossed over her chest, a huge smile on her face. He's so shocked he can't think of anything to say for a moment and her smile grows wider as her eyes roam up and down his body hungrily. "I let myself in," she says and from the tone of her voice, laughter is only a moment away. "Enjoying yourself?"
With as much dignity as he can muster when clad only in a loose towel around his hips, a second over his shoulders, he nods. "I am."
Her peal of laughter is music to his ears. "You're regretting giving me a key right now, aren't you?"
Now it's Frank's turn to smile as he shakes his head. "Not at all," he tells her, approaching her with one hand extended. He takes her by the hand, spins her under his arm and back again before pulling her into a hold, swaying with her to the song that he hadn't been able to get out of his head all day. "You spin me right round, like a record baby, right round round round."
After a minute, he dips her theatrically, bending her back over his arm, his lips only millimetres from hers. "Not even a little."
Jenny's cheeks are flushed, her eyes dilated. When she speaks, her voice is almost breathless. "You...um... you lost your towel."
Frank's smile widens. "Well," he says. "Isn't that a shame?"
He's personally of the opinion that it's anything but and when she smiles and kisses him, he knows it's an opinion she shares.
Hot water, he thinks, might be one of life's great pleasures.
But being here like this, with her?
Is better.
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Date: 2013-07-22 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 10:56 am (UTC)FILL: "Bon Jovi, Mix Tape" (Dean/Sam)
Date: 2013-07-22 11:36 am (UTC)"Bitch to find," he says as he throws the polka-dot wrapped box onto Dean's lap.
Dean opens it eagerly, never really grown out of the kid-on-Christmas-morning phase when it comes to presents, and he's got a grin when he sees that it is, indeed, something that will actually play in the impala. It's only when he reads Sam's handwritten scrawl of Bon Jovi, Mix Tape that the look on his face trains to something that borders more 'confusion and horror' than 'enjoyment and awe'.
"What part of 'on occasion' flew over your head?" he asks, deadpan.
Sam honest-to-God fucking giggles. Okay, maybe not, but Dean's in no mood to highlight Sam's good features right about now. After he bitches and whines about how there's some perfectly good Metallica and Zeppelin to be found on eBay ("you have them all, Dean," Sam rebuts), he's eventually convinced to drive around with Bon Jovi bouncing through the impala.
To make matters worse, Sam's singing along. Voice completely off-key, lyrics turning to mumbles at points, and Dean takes about ten minutes of it before he pulls onto the kerb of some backwater, desolate road and gets out.
"Hey!" Sam calls after him, opening the car's door. "If you hate it that much we'll turn it off."
"Rather you get your fix now so that tape's gone the next time I start driving."
Sam shuts the door and, at first, Dean thinks he might've actually got one over on his brother. Then everything outside and every thought in Dean's mind is erased by the sound of Bon Jovi screaming from the impala.
"SAM!" All business, no nonsense now. He tried (really, honestly, even if he was a dick) to be appreciative or whatever to Sam's gift, but enough is enough. Wreaths the door open and goes for the volume dial, but Sam's hand connects with his wrist and yanks him forward.
He forgets about turning off the pansy-ass music when Sam's got their mouths together. It's still loud, louder than fucking anything and everything, but somehow Sam's moan still cuts through. Probably because it's at his ear now, teeth grazing over his neck. Dean shifts, trying to dislodge his knee from the awkward position on the gear-shift, but it's not working. Doesn't really matter, because Sam's really got this amnesia-spell thing going on right now and his hand over Dean's crotch is good at making all other thoughts go bye-bye.
It's quick, and messy, and so totally ruined by the mood music to the stylings of Bon Jovi, but Dean comes quicker and harder than he has in a long while. Without a sound, just heavy breathing against Sam's neck, he reaches a hand under Sam's too-loose (like he's planned this, the bastard) jeans, fumbles around like some horny teenage while Sam's playing the role of cheap-hooker with his moans, and comes with just as little time against Dean's hand.
Only then does he turn that damn song off, then drop a heavy arm against Dean's back. "So..." he says.
"So, what?" Dean mumbles. He wishes Sam would just shut up. Already dealt with his music, ready to sleep right about now.
"What d'you think about Bon Jovi?"
Dean opens one eye to look up at Sam. He considers that for a second, then shrugs. "Bon Jovi rocks on...some...more occasions."
Sam just laughs.
Re: FILL: "Bon Jovi, Mix Tape" (Dean/Sam)
From:Re: FILL: "Bon Jovi, Mix Tape" (Dean/Sam)
From:Re: FILL: "Bon Jovi, Mix Tape" (Dean/Sam)
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:01 am (UTC)Fill: reach out from the inside (Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Catherine)
Date: 2013-07-22 12:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: reach out from the inside (Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Catherine)
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:03 am (UTC)Fill: X-Men (Original movie) Logan + Rogue, Like A Prayer
Date: 2013-07-23 01:48 am (UTC)It's white and scared and her eyes are red and so are her cheeks and the music that sounds tinnily through the headphones is -
"- you listening to that crap for?"
She shrinks from him; her hands covered in white gloves, old lady gloves, and he notices she's wearing a jacket too. Despite the warmth, she doesn't take it off. The fountain burbles near them and he slugs back some of the beer and he waits for her to answer him.
Finally she slips one side of the headphones off, balancing it behind her ear, and twists her gloved fingers together between her knees. "'s'not crap, Logan." Her voice and its accent are soft, and he feels a pain knife him somewhere in his gut at the timidness. He sighs and finishes the drink, and chucks the bottle away from him, flexing his fingers, still tired from the night before and the drain caring for this tiny girl had put on him.
That's odd. Almost as odd as her waking him, and as odd as him giving a shit he'd put holes in her.
"It is. There's so much more better music out there. You're wastin' your time listening to that pop girl wanna be?"
"She's totally not, are you kidding?" Rogue sits up, hands still in her lap, but a bit of color coming to her cheeks. "She's brilliant. She turned the music industry on its head; a powerful girl doin' all this?" She gestures at her head. "I can't believe you're even sayin' that." She huffs and crosses her arms and leans back against the bench, spitting a lose hank of hair out of her face. She frees one hand and spins it behind her head, her dark hair now a precarious bun on top of her head. Logan purses his lips and tries not to laugh. She's so young.
I coulda killed you rumbles in his brain. He doesn't know if it's his thought or hers.
Clouds roll in and cover the sun, and some of the other kids spill out of the mansion and head toward the basketball court, one of them turning to look at where he's sitting with her. He waves at her, making a come here gesture, and she bites her lip, hesitating.
"That one, that Bobby?" Logan jerks his chin toward the blonde boy waiting for Marie. "Yeah," she says slowly, the word a question, her eyes finally meeting his, the worry in them painful for him to see and he breaks their eye-lock, looking back at the boy, a sudden headache springing up. He flexes his hands again, feeling her soft skin there, the flesh tearing with ease at the tiniest scrape of his claws. He coulda killed her. She mighta killed him.
Who's the worst one?
"Go play," he commands suddenly. "I gotta go see this professor about what's going on in Manhattan. Or at least what he thinks is goin' on," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Fuck this gettin' close thing. Fuck helping out. He's got his hands full with himself, thanks a whole hell of a lot.
Marie stands and stares imperiously down at him. "How old do you think I am? Sheesh, Logan." She pulls her headphones off and tosses them at him. "I'll go play, if you learn to recognize good music." She turns and strides off toward the boy - Bobby - waiting for her. She falters after a few strides and turns back to him, biting her lip, eyes dark and worried.
"Are you okay?" she whispers. "I didn't mean -"
He should be the one asking her that.
"I know, kid." He picks up the hot pink earpieces and slides them on over his crazy hair. "Go," he waves a hand and she smiles and it's like a tiny explosion of sunlight on the darkest day and he aches again as she turns back to the other kids.
Logan, I need to see you in the professor's study.
He leans back against the bench and watches the mutant kids play basketball in the growing evening, clapping the headphones over his ears to drown out the insistent voice that echoes in his head.
Re: Fill: X-Men (Original movie) Logan + Rogue, Like A Prayer
From:Re: Fill: X-Men (Original movie) Logan + Rogue, Like A Prayer
From:Re: Fill: X-Men (Original movie) Logan + Rogue, Like A Prayer
From:no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 12:24 pm (UTC)(*Angel works too, of course. Spike just seems to have had a more interesting experience with the 80's.)
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Date: 2013-07-22 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 01:00 pm (UTC)Fill, Dexter/Grand Theft Auto, Maria/Tommy
Date: 2013-07-23 05:39 am (UTC)One look at the naked man whose bed she was in, and Maria knew she'd screwed things up. She'd gone over to Tommy's apartment so he could give her some pictures of some criminals she was trying to catch, and next thing she knew, they were in bed together.
It was a mistake to get involved with Tommy in the first place. He was a violent criminal, not the sort of person an ambitious rookie cop like her could get involved with. As useful as his help was, there was no way she could let it get personal. No matter how tempting it was.
Thankfully, Tommy was still asleep. Maria quickly dressed and slipped out the door, glancing at her watch. She'd have to hurry, but thankfully she wouldn't be late for work.
----
When she got home from the station, the phone was ringing. "Hello?"
"Hi Maria, it's Tommy. You left the pictures here." He sounded surprisingly normal, no hint of awkwardness.
"I did?"
"Yeah. I've got some business on your end of town anyway, want me to drop them off?"
"Yeah, thanks." Then, as if someone else was possessing her body, she asked, "Why don't you stay for dinner?"
"Sure. I'll bring over some wine. See you soon."
Maria hung up and started rummaging in her fridge. What have I gotten myself into?
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 03:56 pm (UTC)Fill - Eagle, Downdrafted (Gabrielle)
Date: 2013-07-22 08:40 pm (UTC)Eagle, Downdrafted (http://icarus-chained.livejournal.com/430659.html) (820 words, Gabrielle, deathfic, link to my journal)
Re: Fill - Eagle, Downdrafted (Gabrielle)
From:Re: Fill - Eagle, Downdrafted (Gabrielle)
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Date: 2013-07-22 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 07:05 pm (UTC)my icon is ziall but the pairing doesn't have to be
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Date: 2013-07-22 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 07:12 pm (UTC)