Tuesday

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Good morning all. I'm elfgirljen. and going to toss my computer out the window Today's theme is About last night. Broke up with the boyfriend? Pulled a wild stunt? Did something so stupid at the office party that everyone can't stop talking about?

Just a few things

Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.

Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:
any, any, I with my broke up boyfriend last night
Supernatural, Dean, About last night...
any, any, After the stunt you pulled last night you're lucky to still be alive!


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[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, I with my broke up boyfriend last night

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, About last night...

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, After the stunt you pulled last night you're lucky to still be alive!

Fill: The Raven Boys, "Broken" Ronan+Gansey

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Ronan did his best to look the part of the worst example, with the tattoo licking up his neck, with having stolen his dead father's car, with the racing and the destruction and the scabs and scars he wore like decorations on his body. He'd hold it together only so long, then let it explode out in a conflagration.

He should be the one in the E.R. He knew this.

Gansey shouldn't.

But Gansey is the one who'd had his life threatened. Faced down the barrel of a gun. Broken his thumb punching the gun away. Gansey, who'd already died once. Technically, theoretically, completely dead. Who could've died again and Ronan wasn't sure what he would've been if Whelk had actually killed Gansey. Their Latin teacher, a murderer. Attempted. Pointed a gun at Gansey. Wanted his fucking journal.

Ronan's used to being the one scolded, kept in line, leashed by Gansey, and Gansey could've left him drifting, cold and furious and alone.

Ronan swore with the full command of the languages he knew, slamming his hands against the BMW's steering wheel. When the fury left him - as much as it ever could - he took a deep breath and got out of the car. A strange sensation filled him - the fact he'd get to scold Gansey in turn.

Ronan smiled his knife-sharp smile as he walked through the sliding doors of the E.R. Such is the price of life. Everything would come back and bite you in the ass eventually.

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, of course I took pictures last night, it's prefect blackmail material

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, any, it was a full moon last night

[selmak.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Grant Ward, after last night he'll never let a biochemist play bartender. Never ever ever again

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Pain seared through Ward's head as he roused, and he tried to figure out what had happened. Alien attack? Knocked unconscious by a superhuman?

He looked around, wincing at the sunlight in the windows, and saw most of his teammates likewise lying around the bus in a stupor.

Oh, that's right. It had been someone's bright idea to let Jemma play bartender.

Grant was pretty sure the 'someone' was Fitz.

And that it was only after they were twelve sheets to the wind that Jemma had casually mentioned that she had added her 'special blend' to the cocktails, that she spent two years developing for maximum intoxication with minimum health risk.

It was official: Grant hated scientists.

He heard Skye groan then, and she rolled over on the couch across from him. She opened her eyes, saw Grant, and started laughing.

Laughing and pointing.

"What's so funny?" Ward said. He was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

"You don't remember what you did?" Skye said, giggling still, even as she held the bridge of her nose in pain from her hangover.

Grant searched his memory. It was mostly... a blur. Though, there was a faint hint of a memory of hanging upside down from the ceiling, his legs wrapped around a rafter. And he remembered his legs feeling cold as it touched the metal, which... meant he was pantsless at the time. And he feels like he remembers singing while upside down and pantsless. It ... might have been a song about his favorite body parts of his teammates.

Okay, there was a slight possibility he had sung a song about Melinda's breasts and Coulson's ass.

"I don't remember a thing," Grant said to Skye and rolled back to face the other direction.

"That's weird," Skye said, "How can you not remember the monkey?"

The monkey? What monkey?

Grant moaned and closed his eyes, wishing he could throw his headache along with the entirety of the night before into some giant super classified trash heap, never to be found again.

He opened one eye when he heard Fitz place a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Hey, wild man," Fitz said with a smirk. "You were quite impressive last night, weren't you?"

Ward was positive he didn't want to know what that meant. He managed to sit up and take a sip, nodding his thanks to Fitz.

He frowned, however, when he felt something crunchy in his coffee.

"Fitz? What is this?" he asked.

Fitz shrugged. "I figured now was as good a time as any to test my anti-hangover nanobots."

"You introduced tiny robots to my system without telling me?"

"Not like it's the first time."

Grant put his coffee down and lay back and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

Fucking scientists.

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

SPN: Vampire!Dean, waking up with blood on his lips.

Fill

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Dean woke up feeling sated for the first time since he became a vampire. That was the first indication that something was wrong.

Slowly, he rose off the bed he was on in a hotel room he did not recognize. What he did recognize as the stench of blood.

Looking over he saw the body of the cleaning lady he had passed in the hall when they arrived. Blood was splattered over her clothes and the floor, and a bite mark on her neck.

He suddenly felt sick and ran towards the bathroom. When nothing came up he walked over to the mirror, gripping the edge of the counter as he saw the blood covering his face.

Sam should have killed him the moment he turned.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any/any, most awkward post-threesome morning ever

Fill - A Little Fraternisation Between Friends 1/2 (MCU)

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

[Um. I started a thing, and then it went sideways on my, and I'm not sure where I ended up -_-; But, ah. Have some James Rhodes/Maria Hill/Nick Fury plus Tony Stark?]

A Little Fraternisation Between Friends

Rhodey woke up with a screaming hangover, and Tony Stark standing over him. It was not a good way to start a morning.

Not an unfamiliar way, of course. But still definitely not good.

"You know," Tony said, in an atypically quiet voice, "I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified right now." And it was hushed, it was quiet, something that was entirely alien when Rhodey was visibly sick and at his mercy over here, and they'd spent enough time with the positions reversed that vengeance was really the only sensible option. Not even Rhodey could contest that. But Tony ... Tony had been presented with a hungover, dog-sick James Rhodes, and Tony was being quiet.

In fact, when Rhodey managed to squint enough to bring his face into focus, Tony's expression wasn't even remotely gleeful. More like awed. And a little horrified.

Well. That boded well, didn't it?

"... Jim?" Maria's voice came thick and grouchy behind him, the bed moving as she twisted inelegantly towards them and managed to elbow him in the kidneys in the process. She burrowed into his back, her head between his shoulder blades, and in the midst of pain and confusion as his brain decided to reluctantly cough up some memories, Rhodey felt a little rush of heat at that. "Is that Stark? Because it's too early for Stark."

Tony's expression did something comical, a little twist that wanted to be affront, but was still too caught up in being stunned to quite manage. Rhodey almost growled at him for that. Really, after all the shit he'd had to walk in on Tony doing in the mornings, Tony could not fault him for having woken him beside a hot, kick-ass lady ...

"I concur," came the low snarl from even further behind him, while Maria tensed against his back like someone'd shot her, and suddenly Tony's expression made so much sense. Through the wave of stunned horror, Rhodey suddenly refound his sympathy.

"It is," Nick Fury growled, "too damn early for Stark bullshit. Love of god, Rhodes, haven't you got a lock?"

"... No," Tony said, eventually, into the ringing sound of silence. He said it very carefully, and with the air of a man who knows he is toying with something explosive. "No, Rhodey does not have a lock. At least, not a me-proof one. In future, though, I may consider getting him one. In the interests of ... of maintaining our mutual peace of mind."

"That's nice." Fury's voice all but dripped sarcasm, and Rhodey felt Maria's head press shaking into his back, the quivers of her shoulders transmitting themselves down his spine. "Why don't you go and do that, Stark. Now, maybe?"

Gently, Rhodey felt his hand drift upwards almost of its own accord, and his own knuckles press against his mouth. He bit down. Absently.

Tony, with that grin of his that only showed up when he knew he was beat, that queasy, daredevil smirk, backed off a step, his hands tapping a quivering tattoo on his thighs. "Yeah," he said, bright and casual. "You know what? Why don't I go do that." Nodding to himself. "Yup. Sounds like a plan to me. Ah. See you, honey bear?"

Rhodey nodded, his teeth too tight around his knuckles to risk speaking, Maria's hands too desperately tight on his hips to risk moving. So he nodded, and Tony, showing a truly startling amount of sense for once, beat a sudden and very hasty retreat.

Leaving them alone. The three of them, curled in bed together. The Air Force pilot, the SHIELD agent, and Nick goddamn Fury. Because why not?

"... Maria?" Rhodey managed, after a very long moment, his voice trembling a little on a brightness that was only partly fear. "I'm not sure I'm remembering last night very well. Ah. Maybe you could help me out?"

She shuddered a little, the stifled snorts of her laughter audible now, the white-knuckled grip of her hands probably going to leave a bruise. He pressed back into her, into the heat and the mildly hysterical humour of her at his back.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, last night they both reached a decision about their relationship, but the two didn't come to the same conclusion

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili/Kili, just taking a few minutes in the morning after any night during the journey to reaffirm they're both alive and well

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili/Kili, modern AU - morning after their first fight (as lovers instead of brothers)

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit (Jackson films), Fili/Kili, modern AU where they were raised apart - the morning after their first time

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the morning after [pronoun's] first kill

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, the morning after the first time he ever died

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

The Moth Diaries, Rebecca/Lucy, last night Rebecca kissed Lucy, who certainly didn't complain, and they tumbled into bed

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Dracula/Carmilla, (vampires) Lucy/Laura/Mina, the morning after, all of them are lethargic from the sun, but they discuss what just happened anyway

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Moriarty, so last night he became a vampire...

Drabble

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Jim woke up, tried to remember what happened last night.

He remembered a confrontation, lost, then pain.... Then the taste of blood, strange and metallic, intoxicating....

He felt a hunger then, spiking at his innards, an obsession with the taste of meat. He could hear the footsteps, the voices, of meat walking by his house, could smell their dirty deliciousness as they went about their day, silly and fearless.

It was clear: nothing in the wide world could compete with this craving, this fire-hot desperation to sink his teeth into flesh.

Jim sighed. This was going to be so boring.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

D.Gray-man, the Millennium Earl + Road, last night they lost all of their family at once

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, they wake up and suddenly everyone has a dæmon

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf/Fright Night (2011), Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Jerry Dandridge, no one can know about last night.

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

any, any, someone has a really tame night in but tells everyone they went wild

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

any, any, waking up married to a stranger

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me. And I'm feeling good. (Nina Simone)

No fill...

[johnboy91719.livejournal.com]

... but this is one of my favorite songs. Not sure if I'll have time to fill this in the near future, but I hope someone does!

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+Alphonse(+Roy+any other male), "Did you really drink all that?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Sam+Any, "It's not the night before that kills you. It's the morning after."