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creepy_shetan, your host this week. Are you ready for Tuesday? :D
Today's theme: questions. Literal questions. Imagine Trebekglaring at Connery saying this: all prompts must be in the form of a question. (If Whose Line is It Anyway? is more your thing, fills full of questions also work!)
A reminder of the rules:
Please remember to use the proper format for prompts. ➤ ➤ ➤ Fandom [/ Crossover], Character [+ or / Relationship], Prompt
Again, please include the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s). This is so that unfilled prompts can be easily added to the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet.
Examples:
We are now using AO3 to keep track of filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and (cross-)post it to AO3, please add your story to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. More information on this can be found here.
If the plot bunnies aren’t biting you today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet (ever a work in progress). You can also find prompts to write (and fills to read) with LJ’s advanced search options by limiting keyword results to comments posted in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search are available options, the simplest method might be to bookmark prompts that you like as you find them, and then return to them later when inspiration strikes.
Let's begin, shall we? ~_^
tag="Questions"
creepy_shetan, your host this week. Are you ready for Tuesday? :DToday's theme: questions. Literal questions. Imagine Trebek
A reminder of the rules:
✦ Use the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s) in your prompts
✦ No more than five prompts in a row per day
✦ No more than three prompts per fandom per day
✦ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
✦ Include a clear warning for any possible triggers in prompts and fills
✦ For prompts, no spoilers until one month after the airdate/release (use a spoiler tag to hide part or all of your prompt)
✦ For fills, warn for spoilers clearly, and either leave blank space before the text or hide the text under a spoiler tag
Please remember to use the proper format for prompts. ➤ ➤ ➤ Fandom [/ Crossover], Character [+ or / Relationship], Prompt
Again, please include the full names of the fandom(s) and character(s). This is so that unfilled prompts can be easily added to the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet.
Examples:
For a single fandom:
✧ Parks and Recreation, Leslie Knope + any, Wait, where are you going?
✧ Castle, (Kate Beckett/)Richard Castle + Javier Esposito + Kevin Ryan, Would I ever lie to you?
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
✧ Grimm/Leverage, any, Why Portland?
We are now using AO3 to keep track of filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and (cross-)post it to AO3, please add your story to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. More information on this can be found here.
If the plot bunnies aren’t biting you today, feel free to check out our Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet (ever a work in progress). You can also find prompts to write (and fills to read) with LJ’s advanced search options by limiting keyword results to comments posted in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search are available options, the simplest method might be to bookmark prompts that you like as you find them, and then return to them later when inspiration strikes.
Let's begin, shall we? ~_^
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Date: 2015-02-24 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 05:58 am (UTC)Re: fill
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Date: 2015-02-24 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 06:04 am (UTC)(I have issues with s2 ep6, but anything non-ep-specific is fine.)
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Date: 2015-02-24 05:12 pm (UTC)Re: No fic (yet) <-- yay!
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 08:09 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-02-27 11:20 pm (UTC)"Wait. Are those... hickies?"
"I wish," Barry says without thinking, pulling his suit top down as Caitlyn finishes her examination. The curve of her smile tells him he brought this on himself when Cisco pipes in from across the room: "You wish Captain Cold had given you hickies?"
"What- No!" Barry yells. But his face is red, and he can hear the laughter in Cisco's voice as he keeps on. "Hey, man, if you and Cold have got something going on, you should just tell us. We'll stop trying so hard to lock him up in the Pipeline. Maybe. Unless you two are into that."
"That... thing he's been shooting at me," Barry bothers attempting to explain, thinking about the modified taser-like weapon Cold wields now - it shoots multiple, nitrogen-laced barbs simultaneously. "It leaves marks," Barry says, knowing even as he does that's just going to make things worse.
"Barry... isn't calling it his 'thing' a little high school?" Caitlyn gleefully teases, as Cisco crackles in the background.
"I hate you guys so hard," Barry says, as the jokes keep coming.
He blames them for putting the idea in his head when he and Cold tangle next, and all Barry can think about is what it'd be like if Snart ever stopped trying to kill him and kissed him instead.
He's sure it's something in his face - the part of it visible beneath his mask - that makes Cold stop and stare at him in the midst of their struggle.
"You know, kid... if I didn't know better," Snart says, "I'd think you enjoy this."
And in an unprecedented example of bad timing, Cisco says (apparently not realizing that Cold is near enough to Barry - lying on top of him, actually, as Barry simultaneously vibrates barbs out of his skin and tries to wrestle Cold's taser away from him - that Snart can hear Cisco snort through Barry's earpiece, "Because he does."
Cold's eyes light up. It's a scary thing to see.
At least... Barry thinks that's fear he feels, chasing the adrenaline up his spine.
"Does he?" Cold asks, pressing his lips to the side of Barry's cowl, directly over his ear. Even though Barry can't feel Cold's lips, through the headset and his uniform, he shivers.
"Holy shit!" Barry thinks he hears Cisco yelp, but he's a little distracted.
Because Cold is saying, "Let's test that, shall we?"
And then Cold kisses him.
It's not like it goes much further than that, before Joe and Eddie show up and Snart runs off (and the fact that Barry lets him, scorching hot kisses aside, is something that Barry will worry about later.) But Barry still gets the impression that he's scarred Cisco, and when he gets back to Star Labs he knows it.
Cisco's been oddly quiet in Barry's ear ever since that first kiss. And apparently he hasn't been talking to Caitlyn either, because when Caitlyn gives Barry his customary once-over, she sees Barry's neck and says, "Oh my god! Barry!" Then, before Barry can panic, thinking she's found something wrong with him that he wasn't aware of: "Cold shot you in the neck? Cisco didn't tell me! That must have been awful!"
Barry slaps a hand over the large, dark hickie right on the side of his neck as Caitlyn leans in to see it closer and Cisco wails, "You have no idea!" from wherever he's hidden himself in the lab.
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 11:53 pm (UTC)Tim pinches the bridge of his nose in an entirely too Bruce-like way that makes him instantly pull his hand back. “I asked you if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, you tool.”
“Hey, I’ve got the tool if you’ve got the…” Conner trails off and Tim bites back a laugh.
“Didn’t plan that one out very far, did you.”
Conner shrugs. “Whatever , you totally want my tool.”
“Ugh,” Tim groans. This. This is the boy he’s stupidly in love with. There must be something wrong with him. “If I did, I certainly don’t now.”
“Ha!” Conner jumps, poking him in the chest. “I knew it.”
Tim sighs, but it’s taking all the willpower he can muster not to grin like an idiot as Conner beams down at him. “Do you want to or not?”
“Sure, I can always eat,” Conner says, stepping into Tim’s space. “But, you know, we could just skip that part and go right to the making out. If that’s what you want.”
Tim wants to smack him. But that would hurt and not do a bit of good, so instead he kisses him. Conner’s mouth is soft and warm against his and Tim kind of never wants his lips to touch anything else ever again. He’d be completely content if they somehow found themselves stuck this way for the rest of eternity. Probably.
“I knew it,” Conner grins smugly against his mouth. Tim punches him in the arm anyway. The bruise will totally be worth it.
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 08:15 am (UTC)(I'd prefer it if Damian was no younger than fifteen, but anything else is good!)
porny fill is porny - Dami is legal, but with a vague mention of slight underage shenanigans
Date: 2015-02-24 11:29 pm (UTC)“Oh god,” his hips stutter, arching against Damian’s mouth, reaching out to card his fingers through Damian’s hair experimentally. When he feels Damian’s mouth vibrate lightly around him in a little moan, Dick nearly loses it. “H-how old are you again?”
Damian pulls off with an obscenely wet sound that makes Dick’s cheeks flush, Damian’s shiny, swollen lips not helping matters. “Please tell me you’re not bringing that up again. Now."
“No,” Dick laughs a little too hysterically, because really, that ship has sailed, and at least Damian’s legal now. Or, uh, this time. He reaches out to touch Damian’s mouth, see if its as soft and pillowy as it looks. It is. Hellhellhell. “I just. You’re really, really good at this. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Damian rolls his eyes. “I’m good at everything, Grayson,” he says and wraps his perfect, terrible mouth around him again.
“Everything…hnngh,” Dick groans as Damian’s mouth envelopes him completely. “M-might have to test that theory.”
Seriously. So much hell.
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Date: 2015-02-24 09:04 am (UTC)Fill : Sleepy Hollow, Frank/Jenny
Date: 2015-03-01 06:41 pm (UTC)"Are we there yet?"
Frank was entirely serious as he lay on his side staring at Jenny, his thumb sweeping a path over the smooth skin at her hip. She narrowed her eyes as she grinned at him, evidently not understanding. "I didn't know we were going somewhere," she said and he saw the light dawn in her eyes when he reached down, took her left hand in his. His fingers rubbed the skin at the base of her fourth finger and she swallowed hard.
"Sure you did," he countered.
"Frank..." Her voice trailed off and if it had been any other time, he would be hiding a smile - it wasn't often that Jenny was rendered speechless.
"I asked you before," he reminded her. "You said we weren't there yet. I'm just wondering if you think we're there now? After all..." He removed his hand from her hip. "For better or worse... I think we can tick that off the list."
A smile flitted across Jenny's lips. "Tarrytown is worse... This is better." She pressed herself against him, moved her hips, but Frank wouldn't be so easily distracted.
"For richer, for poorer... mostly poorer, until I got my job back... In sickness and in health..."
"Does demonic possession count?"
Frank took a split second to wonder how his life had come to the point where that was a serious consideration. Then he nodded. "Definitely."
Jenny's smile turned softer. "To love and cherish?"
"Done." Frank kissed her lips. "And done." He kissed her again. "Til death us do part?" She shuddered and he knew she was remembering a shallow grave on the grounds of Frederick's Manor.
"So done," she said, kissing him with a fierceness that took his breath away and it was a long time before she let him go.
When she did, he cupped her face in both hands, kissed her once more, as if for luck. "We are there, Jenny," he told her quietly, eyes locked with hers. "And if you need more time, I'll give you as much time as you need. But we are there."
Slowly, his hands still on her cheeks, he felt her nod. His heart gave a small jolt, electricity flooding through him, gaining strength as she whispered, "Ask me again."
He felt a smile spread across his face and he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, finding his discarded jeans of the night before and pulling them on, tossing the shirt that was beside them over to her. "Get up," he said and she laughed in confusion but she pulled the shirt on her as he explained, "I'm not telling our kids that I proposed to you lying naked in bed."
Her laugh was loud and delighted, her cheeks pink as he came around to stand in front of her, taking her hand as he dropped down to one knee. "Jennifer Mills... Will you marry me?"
She didn't make him wait for an answer, just nodded and whispered, "Yes."
He kissed her then and they fell onto the bed, clothes summarily discarded, but that was ok. This part of the story wouldn't be shared with the kids - they had to keep something for themselves after all.
Re: Fill : Sleepy Hollow, Frank/Jenny
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Date: 2015-02-24 09:05 am (UTC)No fill (yet)
Date: 2015-02-24 08:28 pm (UTC)Re: No fill (yet)
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Date: 2015-02-24 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 11:52 am (UTC)Stargate SG1; Sam/Jack; "What if I quit the Air Force?"
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Date: 2015-02-24 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 01:05 pm (UTC)FILL: The Talk [The Flash (TV), Iris West + Barry Allen(/Leonard Snart + Joe West), PG) 1/2
Date: 2015-02-25 12:41 pm (UTC)But she’s just so curious, so completely and utterly hooked and she’s a journalist and she can’t help it and Barry is her brother… And he’s finally found somebody. A special somebody, a guy who makes his eyes light up and his voice go all giddy and his mouth run even faster than it normally does. She’s never seen Barry, adorkably nerdy Barry who puts his foot in his mouth roughly every five seconds, like this before. Has never seen him so bright, so dreamy, so bright red as he described what his ever so special man could do with his hands.
“Barry?”
And so forgive her if she wants to see this mystery man with her own two eyes.
“Barry…?”
Forgive her if she wants to meet him, mock threaten him, get to know him as part of the family - because no relationship can engender that kind of a look in a person’s eyes, and not be serious.
“Barry, where…?”
Forgive her-
…If she tiptoes into the living room, finds Barry sprawled prone on the sofa with a horrified expression fixed glassily upon his face and immediately gives up all plans to rush to his side at top speed, “God, Barry, are you alright? What happened, did somebody die or something?”
“…Hey, Iris,” it takes a long moment – but he does, at length, eventually manage to speak again. It’s less than reassuring, he sounds like he’s just seen a conga line of ghosts, “what’re you doing here?”
“I, uh-“ she bites her lip, shakes her head. She’d go get a glass of water, or something stronger because their dad is exceptionally bad at changing his hiding places, but she gets the odd impression that Barry needs to be reminded that humanity exists right about now, “promise you won’t kill me?”
Barry blinks, Barry sighs, Barry doesn’t turn his head to face her. Wow, this has got to be bad, “why would I kill you?”
“…Because I came over to meet your new boyfriend,” mass murder bad, nuclear bad, world ending in about five seconds bad. He turns to face her, at that little blurt, but declines to stop looking glassy. It reminds her of something, though she’s not quite sure what, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But you told me that he picks you up from here sometimes and you’ve been looking all soppy for weeks now and- and- I just wanted to see him. And how he treats you, and how he smiles, and his hands-”
“Oh,” Barry says, and pauses for a long moment. This sense of déjà vu is really starting to become a problem “…That’s alright, I suppose.”
She’s seen that expression before, she knows that she’s seen that expression before. The only problem, the rather big problem in her mind, is exactly where, “Barry, please, talk to me. What’s going on? Why do you look like this? Has something happened? Barry, is it dad…?”
“Yes,” Barry says, and her heart stops for a moment… Until she notices that he still isn’t panicked, still isn’t taken aback, still is just staring like he’s witnessed something terrible, “you know how you wanted to meet Len?”
“Len?” She blinks for a second - forces her mind, dulled as it is by confusion, to reconnect “…That’s the name of your boyfriend?”
“Leonard, actually, but I like calling him Len,” Barry offers glumly, and shakes his head again. That expression, that startled expression, becoming more and more prominent in a way that she thinks… “Joe wanted to meet him too. And decided to do so tonight, just as I was preparing to go out on a date with him.”
…That she knows she recognizes.
FILL: The Talk [The Flash (TV), Iris West + Barry Allen(/Leonard Snart + Joe West), PG) 2/2
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Date: 2015-02-24 01:33 pm (UTC)Fill - Rivers of London'verse, Peter Grant and Thomas Nightingale
Date: 2015-02-24 05:51 pm (UTC)Odd bricks fell as the dust settled over them both. Nightingale lay flat on his back, wheezing asthmatically as he tried to fill his lungs with air. Eventually he sat up, flinching as the motion triggered a few more bricks to topple on top of them.
"I rather doubt it. This is far too uncomfortable to be death," he said wryly, gently trying to wipe brick-dust from his eyes.
"What- what happened, exactly?" Peter asked, shaking his head in an attempt to stop his ears from ringing.
"I should think you'd be used to buildings collapsing on top of you by now, Peter. It's happened with alarming regularity since you came to the Folly," Nightingale replied, winking so that Peter would know he was teasing.
"And you're very good at knocking them down, sir. Did you - or was it...?"
"Probably both of us. I - ah - I forgot myself, and used a more powerful spell than the location warranted. And so did-"
"D'you think that did it? Or will there be more deathly peril before the end of the day, sir?" Peter interrupted, spinning and doing a quick scan of the area as he spoke.
"There will always be more peril in our line of work, Peter. But I doubt there will be any more today."
"D'you think Lady Ty'll ever forgive me for wrecking this place?"
Nightingale chuckled. "I have no doubt that she will. In a century or two."
Peter swore. "D'you think the Jag's alright?"
Nightingale laughed outright at that. "You show more care for the car than for me. Ought I be jealous?"
"She's your baby, sir. I'm just seeing her on the side. Just don't tell the Asbo."
Nightingale chuckled again, and summoned a werelight and a compass spell to help navigate theri way out of the destruction.
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Date: 2015-02-24 01:34 pm (UTC)Fill - Supernatural [G]
Date: 2015-05-10 11:01 pm (UTC)---
It was just after dawn when the doorbell rang. Castiel sat quietly at the table, blue eyes staring intently at nothing, and waited for the telltale sound of boots on the tile floor.
Silence. The Winchesters were still asleep.
The doorbell rang again.
Castiel pushed himself to his feet with a sigh, coattails hanging limp around his legs. He was at the top of the staircase with a thought and, after a quick check through the peephole, opened the door.
Two little girls in green vests and matching pigtails stared up at him.
Castiel stared in return. "Can I help you?"
Matching grins spread across their suspiciously sweet faces.
Two weeks later…
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed as he threw open the door and watched a massive truck back itself towards the bunker. "How many Girl Scout cookies did you buy?"
"The children assured me this was a reasonable amount," Castiel said, following the truck's progress with mild fascination.
"I thought you said you got four boxes?" Dean asked, eyes wide, face red.
"Tons," Castiel corrected. He may have been a little vague when he'd mentioned his purchase a fortnight ago.
The truck hissed and groaned before finally coming to a stop. Two men climbed out of the cab and set to opening the rear doors, revealing row after row of colorful boxes. Dean stared, utterly gobsmacked at the sheer volume of cookies. "What are we going to do with all these?" he asked as the men lowered a ramp and began loading a dolly with boxes.
Castiel shrugged. "Eat them?" he suggested.
Dean huffed a sigh as the delivery men moved past him and began the long, arduous trek down the stairs with their first load. Their first of many. "Dibs on the Thin Mints," he muttered before following them inside.
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End.
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Date: 2015-02-24 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-24 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-12 06:27 am (UTC)“It's all over,” Dick said, his voice coming out a bit dazed and full of disbelief. “It really is over. I never thought it would happen, but it has, and now that it has...”
Barbara watched him, her head tilted to the side, and waited patiently for him to go on. He took her hand, turned it over in his, and she smiled slightly.
“I don't—this has been my life, Babs. I swear I don't know what else I'd do, what I'd be... I don't know who I am without it, but it's all over. This whole thing feels so strange and surreal... I don't know what to think now.” He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and let it out. “What do I do now?”
“Well, for starters,” she said, and he opened his eyes when she paused. “You can kiss me.”
He stared at her. “I... Are you sure about this?”
She nodded. “We've waited a long time for this, and like you said, it's finally over.”
“It is,” he agreed and kissed her.
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Date: 2015-02-24 01:36 pm (UTC)Fill - Star Trek AOS [G]
Date: 2015-03-01 09:53 pm (UTC)"Christ, Bones," Jim groaned around a full mouth.
"Good, right?" Leonard asked, his own half-eaten hamburger in hand.
"The hell'd you put in this meat to make it taste so good?" Jim asked.
Leonard shrugged. "Couple of things I swiped from the galley," he said mysteriously.
"Tell me," Jim ordered.
"Nope," Leonard smirked.
"Where'd you learn to cook like this?" Jim asked.
"Old family recipe," Leonard said.
"Anyone else make these as good as you?" Jim asked.
Leonard snorted. "They better not. These are the only reason I keep getting invited back to Georgia."
Jim chuckled and took another bite.
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End.
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