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comment_ficHey there~! Yup, I'm still here. I hope you are, too! ❤ For my penultimate day, let's do something a little different, but still rather geeky...
Today's theme: dictionary definitions. The meaning of a word can be more inspiring than the word itself. Preferably, don't include the word anywhere in the prompt. That way, others can try to figure it out on their own.
Here are some online dictionaries for you to peruse:
Oxford
Cambridge
Merriam-Webster
Macmillan
Collins
Urban Dictionary
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 nipping at your heels 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.
Go~ Be free~ :D
tag="Dictionary Definitions"
Today's theme: dictionary definitions. The meaning of a word can be more inspiring than the word itself. Preferably, don't include the word anywhere in the prompt. That way, others can try to figure it out on their own.
Here are some online dictionaries for you to peruse:
Oxford
Cambridge
Merriam-Webster
Macmillan
Collins
Urban Dictionary
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:
✧ Eureka, Jack Carter + or / Nathan Stark, (n.) an unlikely chance occurrence, especially a surprising piece of luck
✧ Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang + any other alchemists, (adj.) open, honest, and direct in speech or writing, especially when dealing with unpalatable matters
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
✧ Devil May Cry/Resident Evil, Dante + or / Leon S. Kennedy (+ Vergil), (n.) a demand or request for something considered one’s due
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 nipping at your heels 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.
Go~ Be free~ :D
tag="Dictionary Definitions"
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Date: 2015-02-26 07:13 am (UTC)Fill, Part 1 - Star Trek AOS [PG-13]
Date: 2015-05-24 04:38 pm (UTC)Summary: Transporter malfunctions never lead to anything good… except in the rare instances when they do.
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The transporter malfunctioned, Scotty explained. Ion storm, dilithium crystals, incompetent ensigns - all the usual suspects.
Leonard's heart juddered when he took in the confounded look on Scotty's face, slowed and stopped when the engineer handed him the small crate. He felt his gut twist, felt the air catch in his lungs when he looked at the box.
It should have been Jim standing there, slapping a hand to his shoulder, grinning bright as the sun. Gloating about how wonderful negotiations had gone planetside, about how awesome he was, preening until Leonard was left with no choice but to congratulate the fool kid, if only to get him to shut up. Should have been Jim, not a Scotsman looking some mix of bewildered and guilty and handing him a small plastic container that held all that remained of one James Tiberius Kirk.
Leonard placed the small crate on his desk, face set for whatever might confront him, and gently pried open the lid.
He stared for a full five seconds before his shoulders slumped, then shook with barely suppressed laughter. "Damn it, Jim," he chuckled, fear fading away into bemused relief.
In hindsight, he wasn't sure what he'd expected to find in that box.
Maybe a pile of ashes. The tattered, bloody remains of a gold command shirt. A pair of perfect, blue eyes surrounded by a scattering of teeth. He wasn't sure. Something suitably morbid, no doubt.
It sure as hell wasn't this, though.
The golden retriever pup dashed around Leonard's quarters, barking happily. He ran to the bathroom then back to the couch where Leonard sat, then to the bed and back, a boundless amount of energy stored in that tiny body of his. Floppy ears flapped against his face as he bounced, dragged along the ground when he put his nose to the carpet and sniffed, got caught under his paw and tripped him up when he tried to turn. His little tail wagged furiously, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he righted himself and ran another quick circuit around the room.
Leonard sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He'd tried playing with the pup, tried to wear him down, maybe get the kid to take a nap until they figured this out. But Jim was too keyed up, too hyper, and playing had only excited him further. Leonard had finally given up the ghost to his own exhaustion and had contented himself with watching Jim run wildly about the room, stopping every now and again to lick this or nibble on that. Leonard watched and waited, hoping that Scotty or Spock would call him soon. Any minute now, the Scotsman had promised at his last report, any minute and they'd call and say everything was ready, everything was fixed, they could get the real Jim back now.
Leonard watched as Jim growled at the edge of his bed, fur bristling, teeth snapping together. "Jim," Leonard called, a clear warning note in his tone. Jim's tail wagged, acknowledgement that he heard, and lunged forward, snagging the loose edge of Leonard's sheet between his teeth. He yanked, head whipping back and forth until the threads gave and the fabric ripped. Jim turned to Leonard then, proudly displaying his latest kill. He trotted to the kitchen and added the bit of sheet to the pile of other things he'd destroyed, including two PADDs and one of Leonard's blue shirts.
Leonard shook his head and closed his eyes.
Any minute now…
(continued below)
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Date: 2015-02-26 07:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-26 08:49 am (UTC)Fill, NSFW-ish
Date: 2015-03-01 02:12 am (UTC)“Peggy won’t mind,” Anna said, running her knuckles down Peggy’s thigh, over the grooves her stockings and garter left behind. “Tell her, love. Tell her why you’re nervous.”
Peggy exhaled, composing herself as she straddled Jarvis’ waist, the hot length of his cock pressing against the inside of her thigh. He was aroused, face flushed, breathing heavy, but Peggy knew what he looked like when he was all nerves—mouth drawn, brow wrinkled. She leaned in and smoothed his hair away from his eyes. “Listen to your wife, darling.”
“I’ve never made love with anyone but Anna,” he said, still looking at his wife with love gleaming in his eyes but talking to Peggy, his hands still holding her hips like he was afraid she’d call it all off and leave them.
Peggy smiled, close-lipped and small, and reached down to cup her handsome man’s face. “Your wife is a lucky woman, Mr. Jarvis,” she said, winking at Anna. “I love her very much, and I love you very much. The rest doesn’t matter.”
“Well said,” Anna said, hand wandering up to touch the place where her husband’s hand met Peggy’s bare hip. “And I wouldn’t trust anyone else in our bed.”
Jarvis exhaled sharply and nuzzled into his wife’s neck, drawing comfort from her. “Only you two. No one else, ever.” His voice was firm, the sort of voice he used when his mind was set, and it never sounded more perfect.
Peggy was in awe of Anna and Jarvis, these amazing people who invited her into their home and bed—Jarvis trying to make himself smaller in the sheets, always a gentleman, and Anna lounging like a queen next to them, touching whatever skin was offered.
“Make love to me,” Peggy said into the dark, and they did, both in their own special ways.
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Date: 2015-02-26 09:01 am (UTC)Fill - Star Trek AOS [R]
Date: 2015-05-24 04:46 pm (UTC)Summary: Academy Era. Jim watches McCoy sleep and ponders what could be. NSFW sexual situations.
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Jim lay curled on his side, mouth open, the quick puffs of air spilling between his lips as quiet as he could manage. He kept his gaze steady even as his eyes wanted to roll back into his head, roll with the motion of his wrist as he worked himself, palm slick with saliva, fingers tight and warm. He kept his eyes open and watched the man laying on the other side of the dark room.
McCoy was asleep.
Fucking hot, that guy, the way he always seemed to frown at everything, the way his brow pinched at the slightest provocation, the way his lips pursed when Jim slapped him on the shoulder and called him Bones.
Jim groaned low in his throat and picked up the pace, fucked his fist a little faster.
They'd only been living together some three weeks now. Three weeks of changing in each other's space, elbows knocking in the kitchen, uniforms getting mixed in the laundry. Jim never considered himself the domestic sort, but he had to admit… this was kind of nice. This was something he could probably get used to if given the chance. Coming home to find dinner waiting for him. Waking up at his desk with a blanket carefully draped over his shoulders. A hand on his cheek, another brushing through his hair, coaxing him back to sleep when he was too exhausted to hold the nightmares at bay.
Jim never pegged himself as anything more than a genius delinquent, a troublemaking drifter, but he thought he could get used to this kind of normal, comfortable, everyday life, so long as he could share it with someone like McCoy.
Three weeks.
It wasn't long enough to be honest with himself, wasn't long enough for him to admit what was happening here. He wasn't gone on the guy. He wasn't. Jim Kirk didn't do steady, didn't do relationships. He didn't entertain thoughts like forever. He knew how forever ended. His father had shown him just how long forever could last.
But McCoy was tempting him.
He was tempting.
McCoy was just fucking temptation itself, that goddamn mouth of his, the growl, the way his tongue curled around the single syllable when McCoy said his name-
Jim whined and turned his face towards the pillow as he peaked. Semen spilled over his knuckles, dribbled onto the sheets.
He sighed and shifted onto his back, sweat clinging to his skin, matting his hair to his forehead. He wiped his hand on the already messy bedding and tucked himself back into his briefs.
He glanced once more at the man sleeping across the room, laid out on his belly, one arm wedged beneath his cheek, the other dangling over the edge of the mattress. Dark lashes rested lightly on pale skin. His back rose and fell evenly. His face was relaxed.
Jim loved that unguarded, soft expression, loved how young McCoy looked when he slept, loved to imagine that's what he would look like if…
Jim shook his head and turned away.
Wasn't worth it. He liked what they had. He liked this tentative friendship building between them. He didn’t want to fuck that up.
It wasn't worth rocking the boat only to fall over the side and disappear beneath the waves.
The sound of McCoy's deep, slow breaths filled the room. Jim closed his eyes and listened to McCoy, listened to the gentle rhythm he set, and let the soft, familiar sounds lull him to sleep.
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End.
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Date: 2015-02-26 09:03 am (UTC)Fill - Star Trek AOS [G]
Date: 2015-05-24 05:06 pm (UTC)Summary: Academy Era. Leonard sees something that hits a little too close to home.
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They were both buzzed when the shuttle landed in San Francisco, bellies full of alcohol and McCoy's flask (as well as his backup flask) woefully empty. They leaned against each other as they stumbled off the transport and Jim saw how McCoy visibly relaxed when his feet touched the solid ground.
It was crowded in the hanger. Cadets in red uniforms and new recruits in their civvies hustled and bustled, each trying to appear more important than the guy next to them. Too bad all their trying was for naught. Jim Kirk was here now and he was going to outshine them all.
Jim grinned as he stared at the organized chaos, at the wild flow of bodies around them. He nudged McCoy in the ribs, bright blue eyes looking to catch his attention.
He found McCoy's gaze drawn elsewhere, to a young family bidding each other farewell. A tall man stooped to wrap long arms around a small girl. A lanky blonde stood nearby, watching the exchange with tears in her eyes.
McCoy watched the trio and Jim watched McCoy, saw the color drain from his face, saw his eyes harden and his lips pull thin across his teeth.
There was anger in his expression, in the rigid set of his face, and pain too, both things Jim had acquainted himself with on the ride from Iowa. But the sadness, the deep, anguished ache he found now was enough to mute Jim's excitement, dull his own happiness into something reserved, quiet. Thoughtful.
Curious.
Fingers still streaked with blood circled McCoy's arm, tugged. "Registration's this way, I think," Jim said.
McCoy nodded, eyes still caught on the family, proud wife and daughter bidding their husband-father-hero goodbye. "Yeah," McCoy said, the small, single word broken beyond repair before it even left his mouth.
Jim swallowed and pulled McCoy away, his own high spirits left behind with the little family as he dragged McCoy along to their future.
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End.
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Date: 2015-02-26 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-02-26 11:13 am (UTC)Fill - A Reaper Come Lately 1/3 (Original)
Date: 2015-02-26 07:17 pm (UTC)A Reaper Come Lately
Well then, Alma thought, looking down at her body on the bed. That's that, then. That was that, sure enough.
It was a damned shame, though. If death had to come in a body's sleep, it could at least pick a night where she wasn't wearing her third best nightie. She was going to look dreadful when they found her. Her hair was a complete mess, and the faded yellow of her nightgown was going to look ghastly come daylight. Honestly. Death had no sense of timing.
"I always liked that nightie, actually," a wry, familiar voice came from the foot of her bed, and if she'd still been living, Alma thought her breath would have hitched in her chest. Maybe she still was, because something made a damn good effort anyway. She looked up, across the eiderdown into the nighttime shadows beyond the bedstead. He looked back at her placidly, a faint smile on spectral features, an expression as familiar to her as her own in the mirror. Her very own Reaper, she thought, and not a grim one at all.
"So it's you," she murmured softly, with a singing thing in her chest and a twitch in the corner of her mouth. She shook her head, felt herself drift down to smile at him. "Been waiting long then, Richard?"
"Oh, long enough," he agreed, reaching up to trace his hands along her arms. She shivered. Damned odd sensation. And yet, not half so strange as all that. "You always were tardy, my dear. Late for the dance, late for the wedding, late for the funeral. Never on time in life or in death, my Alma. Told them, I did. I said to 'em she'd be late."
She laughed, and shoved his chest lightly. He felt funny, her Richard. Not as solid as he used to be. Though she supposed that figured somewhat.
"Aye, well," she said. "No point hurrying when all the good things will wait for you, hmm? And here you are, aren't you? Waiting, just like always. No need for me to rush, when you can be trusted still for that."
He arched one bushy eyebrow, as coolly sceptical as ever he'd been. His old grin was tucked in the corner of his mouth. She'd missed that grin. She'd missed the mouth, too.
"Still no consideration for your fellow man, I see," he murmured, his eyes all bright and laughing down at her. "What if I'd gotten bored, hmm? What if I'd wandered off with some other spectral filly while I was waiting for you? What would you have done then?"
She put on a smile for him, the one with all the teeth, her canines pearly in the darkness, and came up onto her toes, her hands braced on his shoulders, the better to lean in and let him see it. His hands found her hips in the process, pale and ghostly and just as strong as she'd remembered, bearing her up easily. She dug her fingers into the cloth of his jacket, wondering vaguely how he'd gotten it, and lean in to hover her smile above his.
"I'm sure I'd have caught up with you eventually," she challenged, low and bright. "Tardy but indefatigable, didn't you say once? I'm sure I'd have found you again, my darling, and we'd have had our reckoning when it happened. All these years on, I'm not like to let you have the last word. I didn't when you died, I wouldn't have when we were both bloody dead, would I?"
She felt the rumble up through his chest, the low and booming joy of him, and her heart leapt into her throat when he caught her all the way up. When he boosted her into the air, those old hands about her hips, lifting her ghost of a nightie half-way up her thighs in doing it. Damnable man. Impossible, idiot, damnable man. He spun her around, and she clung to his shoulders in blind, stupid joy. Her Richard, come again. Her not-so-grim reaper to take her home. She slid down the length of his arms, and let him hold her close against his chest, let him scoop her one more time into his arms. He felt good, she thought. He felt like Heaven come to take her home, and even if it was Hell that was waiting, the Devil would have a time making her realise it, so long as Richard was still holding her when they got there.
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Date: 2015-02-26 01:14 pm (UTC)MCU Fill: Unearthly Green
Date: 2015-02-26 04:03 pm (UTC)"You got a thing for geek girls?" she asks, and he looks taken aback.
"You're not a geek," he says slowly.
She laughs at his naivety and snuggles down against him. She reaches to take her glasses off and put them on the nightstand, but out of the corner of her eye, she catches him lift his hand to stop her before aborting the gesture.
"That." Darcy gives him a pointed look as she folds the glasses and drops them on the wood. "You're obsessed with my glasses."
"I'm not obsessed, just..."
"Yes?" She pulls of a great one-eyebrow raise if she does say so herself.
Steve blushes. (It's always been a major point to her feminine ego that she can make Captain America blush. Sue her.)
"They just make your eyes so green."
Darcy blinks. She lies back and tries to make sense of that. "Um..."
"I used to be color blind." He shrugs. "Your eyes are beautiful."
Oh. She rolls over and kisses him. "I'll put them back on in the morning."
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Date: 2015-02-26 01:57 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, Steve Rogers + ex-Winter Soldier, noun. Understanding of a situation or event only after it has happened or developed: