Friday- Letters/Texts/Emails

[knowmefirst.livejournal.com]

Hello and good morning everyone. I’m knowmefirst and it has been a pleasure being your host for this week. Now for today theme is: Letters/Texts/Emails. Prompts can be anything that is related to the world of communication that is not related to talking, because lets face it everyone has send a letter/email/text to the wrong person :D

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 to get the ball rolling...
The Hobbit, Dwalin/Ori, Some letters are better left unread.
Avengers, Tony/Loki, Oops! Tony send the wrong text to the wrong person.
XMFC, Azazel/Riptide, Riptide writes an email never intending to send it.

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.

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[daria234.livejournal.com]

Avengers, any/any, drunk emails are never a good idea

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Bruce woke up to a sharp ache between his eyes and the certainty that opening his eyes would be the worst idea possible.

It was.

Moving his hand to cover his eyes against the sudden, sharp light was an even worse idea. It started a whole different set of pains, all of them coming from screaming muscled that complained about having fallen asleep in some ridiculous position.

That's why he never got drunk. Alcohol may give him a giddy daze that kept the Hulk at bay, but it always ended like this.

Okay. Perhaps not exactly like this, he realized a heartbeat later.

Was he... naked?

Ever since his greener self had taken to wandering around the world in barely decent form, Bruce had learned to appreciate the feeling of cloth against his skin. It was one of the first signs that all was good in his world.

It seemed that all was not good today.

That feeling only got reinforced by the sound of the bathroom door opening behind him. The sound was accompanied by the faint scent of perfume. Feminine perfume. Perfume that he definitely did not own and had never resided in his bathroom.

If movement had been an option, Bruce would have hit his head against the nearest surface. Instead he scrambled for some memory of the past night. He came up blank. He swallowed down a groan - he was too old for drunken one-night-stands, damn it - and rolled over.

And nearly bit out his tongue.

"Uh...."

Natasha, a distant voice provided. His brain, probably, trying to salvage some of this situation. Her name is Natasha!.

"Gah," was his brilliant greeting, when speech capacity refused to become up to speed. If embarrassment fueled the Hulk, there would be a green blur breaking through the walls on his way out.

Sadly, he was still Bruce Banner. A naked Bruce Banner. And there was an unimpressed redhead staring down at him.

And he still couldn't remember how he'd come to this.

"Are you feeling better?" Natasha asked.

He managed a nod.

"Good."

And she strode out of the bedroom.

Confused, Bruce glanced after her. That was the moment an unfortunate memory broke through. This time he did bash his head back against the headboard. "Nat?" he called out, aware that the front door hadn't made any noises, which meant his teammate was still nearby. He wished she'd left, so he wouldn't have to do this. He really didn't want to ask the question, but he needed to know for sure. "Did I, uh, happen to e-mail you last night?"

"Yes," came the answer.

Bruce sighed. "And... did I ask you to come by?"

"You were very insistent." Her head poked back into the room. Now she looked amused. "It was kind of sweet... and strange. In fact-"

"Aw, god." He hid his face into his hands. As if that would make the last twelve hours go away. "Please tell me I didn't call you-" He had to whisper this part. Whatever thoughts he'd entertained about taking this woman out for a date? Good bye, and for good, after this morning. "-by any pet name?"

Natasha's amusement seemed answer enough, but before he could start an apology, she thankfully shook her head.

A second later, Bruce discovered that Natasha's answer wouldn't have made the day worse.

Tony's did.

"That was me."

Bruce stared in horror as yet another teammate appeared at his bedroom door.

Tony waved at him, obviously relishing Bruce's horror. Then he pulled a sad face - and was that a pout? "Aw, angelcakes, don't tell me you forgot your sweet pumpkin-baby already?"

Bruce whimpered.

Tony barked a laugh. "You're too easy, Banner."

Natasha joined in the laughter.

After a long moment, Bruce sighed and let out a chuckle. "Okay, har har. You win, guys. Now..." He waved down at himself, aware that despite the sheet covering him, his nudity would still be obvious. "Care to explain this?"

Tony and Natasha glanced at each other, shrugged, and just as Bruce was deciding to leave it be and chalk it up to the strangeness of his life, Tony whistled and called out down the hallway outside, "Hey, Clint, any idea what happened to Banner's pants?"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Bucky, in the present, someone finds Steve and Bucky's letters to each other that they wrote when they were apart during the war

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, any, it takes them a while to figure out the very nonstandard acronyms and abbreviations Parker uses when she texts

Filled

[weesta.livejournal.com]

Eliot winced when the text from Parker came in. She got obsessed with the weirdest things and her latest attempt at “normal” was using social media. She somehow confused tweeting with texting and had landed on Eliot as the person who she shared every news flash of every thought that went through her head. It wouldn’t be so bad if she explained her thoughts, which weren’t easy to follow at the best of times, but Parker had it in her head that the social norm for texting was writing in acronyms.

OMG

CML

TTYFL

Eliot closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The problem was that Parker didn’t use standard acronyms; she just took the first letters of each word of her thought and made an acronym out of it.

Eliot sighed deeply. He hated to do it, but he needed a translator.

“Hardison!” Eliot held the phone up over his head and sank further down into the couch trying to give his attention back to the game.

Hardison walked in from the kitchen balancing a 2-liter bottle of orange soda, a huge bowl of popcorn and a beer. Somehow he managed to secure Eliot’s phone without dropping anything.

Hardison quickly scrolled through Parker’s texts and smiled. “That’s my girl,” he said fondly as he handed the phone back to Eliot.

“What, Hardison!” Eliot glared, “What is she saying?”

Hardison blinked, “You don’t…?”

Eliot cocked his head to the side and glared more fiercely.

“Oh, oh…” Hardison held his hands up in a ‘hold on’ gesture and waved at the phone. Eliot held it up again so Hardison could see the screen. Hardison spoke as if Eliot was an exceptionally slow child.

“O – M – G…that’s outstanding Monday guys!” Hardison chuckled. “It has been a good day.”

Eliot growled.

Hardison refocused. “C-M-L…counting money later. It’s Monday,” he explained, “that’s what she does.”

Eliot nodded, that was a given; he should’ve figured that one out.

“T-T-Y-F-L…” Hardison squinted at the screen. “Then take you for lattes…or it could be latkes…but it’s probably lattes.”

“Great,” Eliot muttered. “Can you please explain to her that I’m NOT Twitter and I’m not following her?”

“I’m not gonna harsh her squee, man. You just gotta ride it out.”

Eliot’s phone vibrated and beeped. In frustration he glared at the screen. His blue eyes softened slightly and a smile quirked at the edge of his mouth. Hardison pretended not to notice that Eliot stopped grumbling and didn’t ask for an assist. He didn’t need a translator for that last one.

I<3E

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow, Oliver/any male, did you seriously send me a Valentine?

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Elementary, Sherlock/Gregson or Bell, it starts when Sherlock writes him a letter

[hematitebadger.livejournal.com]

Haven, Duke+/Nathan, Duke used to write letters to Nathan, telling him about all the adventures he was having while living on the high seas. He never actually sent a single one.

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

LotR/The Silmarillion, anyone in Valinor, writing letters they can never send

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry or +Alphonse, Writing letters is hard.

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[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

http://kitteninthedark.livejournal.com/244106.html

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any, M/F character, You did not propose to me by text.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Text message from Tony: How's Paris?

Text message from Pepper: It's Brussels this week. It's rainy.

Text message from Tony: The weather's beautiful here.

Text message from Pepper: You're in the middle of a hailstorm over there.

Text message from Tony: I meant in the lab. The weather is beautiful in the lab. I didn't get a chance to check the windows.

Text message from Pepper: I miss you.

Text message from Tony: I miss you too <3

Text message from Pepper: We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks.

Text message from Tony: Thank goodness for Skype sex.

Text message from Pepper: If you left off that last word, that would be a really sweet message.

Text message from Tony: Good rule. How about this? You make me a bigger man, dickwise.

Text message from Pepper: Yes, definitely leave the last word off. Or I might tell Clint your new nickname is "Dickwise."

Text message from Tony: That would be an awesome nickname.

Text message from Pepper: Of course it would.

Text message from Tony: How long are you in Brussels?

Text message from Pepper: Until Thursday. Then Berlin.

Text message from Tony: :( I can fly over for a visit.

Text message from Pepper: The EU has made their feelings on Iron Man invading their airspace quite clear.

Text message from Tony: I'll take the plane. *stupid EU legislation*

Text message from Pepper: You have to cover for me at SI while I'm here, and I'm stacked with meetings all day.

Text message from Tony: It's totally boring without me there to make it fun, right?

Text message from Pepper: Yes, actually. Right now I'm pretending to listen to a delegate explain the potential regulations. He doesn't understand them.

Text message from Tony: Who does? Hey, how about just a late night dinner? We can make time for that?

Text message from Pepper: Sure - tomorrow night?

Text message from Tony: Sounds great. What are you wearing right now?

Text message from Pepper: A business suit, obviously. And don't start.

Text message from Tony: Start? Who's starting? Hey, after dinner, let's fly down to Italy. Lake region. Great vacation spot.

Text message from Pepper: I always thought that would make a great Honeymoon spot too.

Text message from Tony: ... Did you just propose to me by text?

Text message from Pepper: What about it?

Text message from Tony: Holy crap

Text message from Tony: I mean :D

Text message from Tony: I mean YES

Text message from Pepper: Love you.

Text message from Tony: Love you too, fiancée.

Text message from Pepper: We'll talk about plans and dates when I'm back from Berlin?

Text message from Tony: I'll program the suits to do a lightshow at the reception!

Text message from Pepper: Yeah. We'll talk about it when I get back.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Angel, Connor+Angel, Angel writes letters to his son in a beautiful hand; Connor replies by email and texts.

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[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Kudos for keeping the postal service alive, starts Connor's reply, and imagining his son's dry tone makes Angel snort. He writes letters to keep in touch between visits, and now wishes he'd thought to include an e-mail address from the start.

He reads the short note - barely three lines, and interspersed with abbreviations he puzzles about - and lets his fingers hover over the 'reply' button.

But the phone is put down, and Angel grabs a blank paper instead.

There are too few tangible things between him and his son, but he can make words become one of them.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

TBBT, Male Ensemble, At Comicon, Sheldon insists they record everything that happens via text. Everything.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Martin+Any/Ensemble, After Martin passes, they find a collection of letters he'd written to all of them.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass, Pre-blackout or blackout never happened!AU, sexting.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Pacific Rim, Newt/Hermann, Newt kept the letters that Hermann wrote him.

[amai-kaminari.livejournal.com]

MCU (including X-men), any/any, drunken text confessions

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Pacific Rim, Newt/Hermann, high school!AU, passing notes during class.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, he finds a letter his mother's mother had written - to him, fifty years before he was born

Words must be weighed, not counted - Polish Proverb

[faithburke.livejournal.com]

Stiles had been moving his mother's books to a higher shelf. He would never trash the old collection of fiction, but he needed to make room for his ever increasing reference books.

A folded piece of yellowed stationary fell out of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Impossible. In the months after his mother's death, Stiles had scoured her belongings for every personal scrap. This time, it was obvious that the pastedown (the technical name for the endsheet glued to the book cover) was loose. The stationary would have fit there without making anyone suspicious.

And now Stiles was insanely curious. The handwritten letter was in Polish. Stiles knew that much, not that he could identify any words. The date in the upper right hand corner was 1 Sierpien 1946. A quick Google search and Stiles knew that it the equivalent to August and that it was derived from 'sierp' meaning a sickle or scythe. Stiles has spent too much time around the wolves to not be unnerved. He was going to have to translate the loopy handwriting. He needed someplace to start...

Wait. Somewhere... aha! He found it! He had an old children's book, 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff,' in both Polish and English. His mother's mother had sent it from Poland to California on the day of his birth.

He knew what that inscription said because his mother had told him before every time before reading the story to the impatient boy.

But Stiles stopped and stared at the inscription. Because the handwriting matched the letter. Because the greeting with his name matched the letter's salutation and Stiles was sure that if he flipped the letter over, the closing signature would match that of his grandmother's on the children' book.

Two years ago, Stiles would have thought it impossible, a joke. A letter addressed to him fifty years before he was born? Hidden in his mother's favorite book from her teenage years? Stiles checked the publication date of 'Frankenstein.' 1935.

He had more questions than... his mind flew in a hundred directions at once.

He looked back at the letter. There was one word not in a sentence, alone in the middle. With dread, Stiles typed 'wilcze' and 'Polish translation' into the Google search bar.

Wolf cub.

Stiles needed the letter translated. He couldn't trust anyone to do it for him. He needed to know every nuance of every word.

He set his jaw. It looked like he was going to learn Polish after all.

[tigriswolf]

Lord of the Rings, any character, reading Bilbo's book

[tigriswolf]

Being Human (UK), George + Mitchell + Annie, highschool AU - texting in class

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock/Skyfall, Q + Sherlock + Mycroft, for three years, all they could ever do was text/email/hack cameras to see their brother

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, [character] has written a thousand variations of the letter - and never sent a single one

Once Upon a Time

[faithburke.livejournal.com]

Baelfire,
Son,
My son,
Precious boy,
Bae,


I'm sorry.
I apologize.
I'll fix this.
I should have...
I'll make it up to you.

I will find you.
I will make a way.
The way is almost complete.
I'm closer.
I'm coming to you.

Love,
Your Da
Your Father
Rumplstiltskin
Jacob Gold
Rumple

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

Bones, Hodgins, drunk texts from Vincent Nigel-Murray

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

RPF, Christian Kane & or/ Tim Hutton, each of them has a collection of letters he's written to the other but never sent

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed Revelations, Ezio, Claudia is not the only one with whom he corresponds (and tells/asks advice about Sofia)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, author's choice, [Character] finds a message in a bottle (the end of it reads "Return to Sender"...)