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Good Tuesday to you all. I'm still [livejournal.com profile] classics_lover and I continue to be your host this week. Today's is one of my absolute favourite theme: Texts From Last Night

Go to that cracktacular site, pick a text and apply it to a fandom and characters and see what comes of it :D


As a reminder, the rules are as follows:

No more than five prompts in a row
If your prompt is filled you may prompt again
No more than Three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers please Warn and leave plenty of space

Prompts should be formatted as follows:

Fandom, Character/character, prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling:

Agents of SHIELD, Skye &/or FitzSimmons, ...I think I just watched a boy make a sandwich seductively. What.

MCU (Iron Man), Tony + any, Blacked out drunk in California and woke up somewhere in Arizona, I'm pretty sure I got here on foot

Assassin's Creed, any/any, I'd just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.


Them tag= Texts From Last Night
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Date: 2014-08-23 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shanachie-quill.livejournal.com
Natasha favored Clint with an unamused look as he struck another pose. “What do you think of this one? Does it show me to my best advantage?” he asked.

“It shows you are vain,” she told him.

“Hey!” he protested. “The party was Hollywood themed and I won an Oscar for ‘finest ass in a leading role’.”

“You should have won an Oscar for biggest ego,” she replied.

He pouted, twisting around to attempt to look at his own ass. “You don’t agree with the decision?”

“I don’t think your ego needed anymore stroking,” she answered.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her towards him, settling his hand on her ass. “Let me stroke something else then.”

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Date: 2014-06-03 12:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
Revolution, Miles/Bass + Charlie, I'm so glad you support me having casual sex with your uncle.

Date: 2014-06-03 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
Revolution, Miles/Bass, (432):
So why didn't Edward and the Cullens just kill Hitler?

(207):
You need to stop watching Twilight.

Date: 2014-06-03 02:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
X-Men (movie verse), Bobby/John, I'm just that drunk tells people I love them or wants to set them on fire. Accept that.

Date: 2014-06-04 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Bobby dragged John into his bedroom and shut the door. “Seriously? You didn’t have to do that!”

John grinned widely and leaned forward. “You are adorable, you know that?”

Bobby rolled his eyes, but then reached out to catch John before he lost his balance. John stood there, their faces close, and Bobby tried to remember he was angry.

“You can’t just start fights every time you get drunk.”

John cupped Bobby’s face gently. “I’m just the drunk that tells people I love them or sets them on fire. You’re gonna have to accept that.”

Bobby sighed. “Great. First time you say ‘I love you’ and you’re like this.”

John giggled. “Why are there two of you?”

Bobby put an arm around his shoulder and helped him to bed. “We’ll talk in the morning, buddy.”

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Date: 2014-06-03 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com
X-Men (movie verse), Bobby/John, This is the third time my roommate and I have drunkenly hooked up. I'm starting to think he's not as straight as he says he is.

Date: 2014-06-06 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likewinning.livejournal.com
"Bobby," Kitty says, with that voice and look that says, I'm not judging you, except that I sort of am.

"I know," Bobby sighs.

"Three times," Kitty says.

"I know."

"You do realize," Kitty says, "That you guys have to talk about this."

Bobby makes a face. "It's John. John doesn't talk about stuff. One time I asked him whether he had any brothers and sisters and he set the bed on fire." Kitty raises an eyebrow, and Bobby says, "That wasn't a metaphor."

"Well," Kitty says, "What are you gonna do?"

Bobby shakes his head. "He says he's straight. We're always drunk. There's not much I can do with that."

Kitty's face is all kinds of judging without judging, even as she sips her coffee. "I don't care how drunk you get," Kitty says. "Three times is the limit for him to have hooked up with you and still be straight."

Bobby rubs at his eyes, his hangover still attacking him despite enough Advil to take down an elephant. "You're right. I'll talk to him."

*

He doesn't, though. He tries. He does. He finds John in their room, looking worse than Bobby feels, and even though John gives him a look like please don't make anything resembling sounds Bobby pushes on.

"Look," Bobby says, sitting down next to John. "I think maybe -"

But Bobby never gets to say anything else (which is probably for the best, because he was sort of winging it), because John grabs him and kisses them, slower and less sloppy than last night but with an extra level of shut the fuck up added in.

Apparently setting stuff on fire isn't John's only answer to talking about stuff. Bobby's more than good with the second option.

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Date: 2014-06-03 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] draycevixen.livejournal.com

Any(no rpf, no incest please), any/any, I'd just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.

Edited Date: 2014-06-03 04:31 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-03 04:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] draycevixen.livejournal.com

Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, He's slurring his text. I didn't think that was possible.

Date: 2014-06-03 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] draycevixen.livejournal.com

Arrow, Oliver/Digg, Holy Hangover.. I'm marrying whoever put this water by my bed

Date: 2014-06-03 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shanachie-quill.livejournal.com
Could I do this as a friendship? Instead of slash?

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Date: 2014-06-03 04:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] draycevixen.livejournal.com

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, He's slurring his text. I didn't think that was possible.

Date: 2014-06-03 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnboy91719.livejournal.com
any, any, Adding to the list of things I have said out loud at the bar that I shouldn't have: "I am the yoda of sucking dick"
bk_forever: (More Smut Please)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever

Ianto groaned. The hangover was bad enough by itself, but as memories of the night before resurfaced, he began to wish he could crawl off and die.

"You okay?"

The lump under the covers beside him must be Jack then.

“No. Maybe you should just kill me now, I can never show my face there again.”

Jack poked his head out and peered sleepily at his lover.

“What’re you on about?”

“I distinctly remember something from last night, and I really wish I didn’t.”

“You’ll have to give me a clue here.”

“The part where I added to the list of things I’ve said out loud at a bar that I shouldn't have? When I announced to everyone ‘I am the Yoda of sucking dick’? Remember that?”

“Oh yeah! As I recall, you got a round of applause for that. And several offers.”

“Please, don’t remind me.”

“That one guy shoved his phone number down your pants.”

“No idea how he managed that, he wrote it on a beer mat!”

Silence.

“You do know it was all your fault, don’t you?”

“How d’you work that out?”

“It never would have happened if you hadn’t got me drunk and suggested I give you a blowjob while watching The Empire Strikes Back last weekend.”

“Ah, good times!”

“Bastard!”

The End

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Teen Wolf, Stiles, Scott

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Re: Teen Wolf, Stiles, Scott

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Re: Teen Wolf, Stiles, Scott

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Re: Teen Wolf, Stiles, Scott

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Re: Teen Wolf, Stiles, Scott

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Date: 2014-06-03 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnboy91719.livejournal.com
Any, Any, I woke up on a boat next to an extremely attractive man wearing nothing but a life jacket. Neither one of us owns a boat...

Date: 2014-06-03 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnboy91719.livejournal.com
Any, Any, let’s be honest I’d fucking Irish step dance on your grave, asshole

Fill, The Avengers, "Dance Step"

Date: 2014-12-24 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
Loki couldn't leave well enough alone. Well enough and leave and alone all meant he came back to bother with the Avengers. Tony really hated that, because, you know, he'd made New York City his home now, and Loki seemed determined to wreck it. And for some reason, when Loki wrecked NYC, some people wanted the Avengers to pay for wreckage - even if it wasn't their fault (mostly) it was caused in the first place.

But they'd managed to capture Loki (again), and had him prisoner, and were discussing what to do with him next. Thor, of course, wanted to take him home. Brotherly affection, yadda yadda yadda, and he was right, no Terran jail could hold Loki. He definitely needed to go somewhere else. But he also needed to pay for his crimes, and you know, also all that destruction.

Loki just smiled that thin-lipped smile of his while they talked around and over and about him. Natasha suggested using his guts to make tennis rackets. Tony nixed that, which made Loki's smile expand.

"Let's be honest, I'd fucking Irish step dance on your grave, you asshole," Tony told Loki, "but I do have respect for Thor." He nodded and Thor nodded back. "In the mean time, you're the one causing all the problem with the city, so I think you should have to pay for it."

"You know it's not like he carries insurance," Bruce said with that wry helpfulness he sometimes got.

"Yeah, but I'd bet he has something worthwhile he can fork over."

"I do not," Loki sighed, looking all too ready for this to be over with.

"You do, too." Pepper Potts had gotten entrance to this little discussion from sheer force of her own personality - very few people argued with Pepper Potts except for Tony Stark, and even he knew she was usually right. "You have something most men would be willing to do anything to save."

Both Loki and Natasha - and everyone else - turned to stare at her. Only Natasha looked pleased with Pepper's threat. The men all grumbled and shifted and crossed their legs. Except Loki, who hissed, "You would never dare."

Pepper smiled. It was almost as cold and ruthless a smile as Loki's worst. "Try me."

And so, Loki gave up the rights to some very fine articles, worth rather a lot of money, and cursed Pepper's name roundly and loudly before Thor could haul him away to Asgard. But as Pepper said, they had more than enough to pay off this round of attacks...and maybe Loki would think twice about coming after them in New York City next time.

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Date: 2014-06-03 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnboy91719.livejournal.com
Any, Any, Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"

Date: 2014-06-03 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnboy91719.livejournal.com
Any, Any, You held an empty wine bottle to your head and declared yourself the "wine unicorn." For the rest of the night you galloped everywhere and whenever anyone refused to be a wine unicorn with you, you tried to spear them with the bottle.

Date: 2014-06-03 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tardisjournal.livejournal.com
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, This is the third time my roommate and I have drunkenly hooked up. I'm starting to think he's not as straight as he says he is.

Date: 2014-06-03 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
MCU, any/any, I used his number to look up his customer information at work. He's no longer saved as Magic Penis in my phone.

Date: 2014-06-03 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Any, any,
(347):
You spent the entire night trying to get me to make out with you

(718):
yeah I remember. your boyfriend shouldnt have cheered me on though.

DCU, Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd

Date: 2015-03-24 04:04 am (UTC)
ext_30154: (Default)
From: [identity profile] oh-mcgee.livejournal.com
“I got pretty drunk last night, huh?” Steph says, picking at a croissant.

Tim smirks. “I’m not sure even the Germans have a word for how drunk you got last night.” He takes a sip from his latte. “You tried to get me to make out with you, you know.”

“Oh god,” Steph groans and tries to hide behind her hair. “Shut up, I did not.”

Tim laughs. “You really did. Although I can’t really blame the entire thing on you,” he says, eyes darting away from her to study a sign on the wall. “Jason kept encouraging you.”

“Oh,” Steph repeats. “What?”

Tim shrugs one shoulder. “We didn’t. Just so you know. But,” he rubs the back of his neck, making eye contact briefly before looking away again. “Jason wanted me to uh. Extend the invitation to a more um, sober you.”

Steph blinks. “Tim are you -- holy shit are you serious? Oh my god I can’t believe we’re having this conversation in a Starbucks.

Tim laughs nervously and picks at the styrofoam cup. “It got him really hot,” he says quietly, cheeks filling with color. “Said he wouldn’t mind, you know. Watching us.”

Steph can’t stop staring at him.

“I mean, only if you want --”

He watches as Steph stands up abruptly, walks over and dumps her croissant and the rest of her Frappucino in the garbage, then walks back over to him. “Are you coming or not? I’ve got just enough time for a threesome before my first class.”

Tim kind of loves his life.


Date: 2014-06-03 06:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Any, any, Today is an "outside sex" kind of day.
From: [identity profile] swan-secrets.livejournal.com
"Do you know what today is?" Johanna asked Katniss.

Katniss recognised the looked mischief in Johanna's eyes. "I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"Today..." Johanna made a flourish with her hands a spun around on the spot. "Is an outside sex kind of day.

Katniss just raised her eyebrows.

"Oh come on, look at it out there," Johanna gestured out of the window of their cabin. "Sunshine and a breeze and peace and nature."

"Nature isn't peaceful. Nature is the hunting and the hunted."

"What's gotten into you this morning?" Johanna shook her head. "Me, you, sex, out there."

Katniss considered. Then she nodded. "Okay. Bring a blanket, last thing I want is getting jabbed in the butt with a stick."

Johanna grinned and closed the space between them. "Oh honey," she leaned in close to her lover's ear. "I promise no sticks. My tongue on the other hand..." She silenced Katniss' response with a kiss.

Johanna grabbed a blanket and hand in hand they went outside.

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Date: 2014-06-03 07:06 pm (UTC)
tigriswolf: (OTP)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Avengers movieverse, Bucky + Steve,

(563):
What would you do if your asshole suddenly made the sound of a sheep duck baa/quacking the words kill me

(1-563):
You are so incredibly one of a kind, it's astounding

Date: 2014-06-03 07:39 pm (UTC)
tigriswolf: (i'm following him)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

Avengers movieverse, Bucky/Steve, I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.

Date: 2014-06-03 07:41 pm (UTC)
tigriswolf: (bounce bounce bounce)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, I'm not sure how appropriate a drug deal is while at a wake.
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