Friday/Horrible Pickup Lines
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comment_ficGreetings, Earthlings! Today is Friday. I’m [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and this is my last day. I had a good time and I hope y’all did as well.
My final theme will be Horrible Pickup Lines. Prompts should have some relation to lines used to get someone past first base or not.
The rules are as follows:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the juices flowing:
Leverage, Parker, “How do you like your eggs?”
MCU, Tony Stark/ Natasha Romanov, “Is this a party for one or can anyone join?”
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, “Did it hurt when you fell?”
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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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My final theme will be Horrible Pickup Lines. Prompts should have some relation to lines used to get someone past first base or not.
The rules are as follows:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the juices flowing:
Leverage, Parker, “How do you like your eggs?”
MCU, Tony Stark/ Natasha Romanov, “Is this a party for one or can anyone join?”
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, “Did it hurt when you fell?”
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2015-03-06 05:12 am (UTC)Slight disclaimer...
Date: 2015-03-06 06:39 pm (UTC)**
"How do you like your eggs?"
As far as chat up lines go, it's fairly laughable, but that's not what makes Hardison choke on his beer. That comes courtesy of the look on Parker's face as her eyes travel down and up her would-be suitor. There's a tinge of disbelief mixed up with a soupçon of pity and a whole lot of disgust, a combination only Parker can pull off.
"Unfertilised," she replies flatly, spinning on her heel so that she's facing away from Romeo, who takes what's left of his dignity and slinks away to his buddies.
Hardison hides his grin in his drink as he steps closer to Parker. "That's my girl," he says, lets all the admiration he can muster seep into his voice, and that's a lot.
When she looks at him, irritation melting into a smile, he knows it's her way of telling him that's just what she is.
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Date: 2015-03-06 05:12 am (UTC)FILL: Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Date: 2015-03-24 07:17 pm (UTC)---------
“Is this a party for one or can anybody join?” Natasha looked at him briefly, only to see who had the guts to speak to her. She wasn’t surprised to see it was none other than Tony Stark, multi billionaire and all that other stuff, and while some girls would fall to their knees and try to please him, Natasha was not that easy.
“Does it look like there is a party here?” she asked as she sipped at her drink, smiling as the strong drink burned its way down her throat. She knew he would be there, of course, even without the case file it wouldn’t be difficult to discover what his regular bar was.
“I can host a private party if you want to have a little fun.” She smiled, finding his pickup lines slightly dry, somehow she imagined he would try something more glamorous, but then again, all he had to do was to look at someone and she would probably follow him. Far less fortunate men had better lines, but then again, they had to as they couldn’t throw money at a girl.
“Why don’t you ask me again in thirty minutes, and if you haven’t found another girl by then then I might join your private party.” He seemed taken aback by her reply, but agreed to her terms and left. If he really wanted her she knew he would return, if not then it wouldn’t matter as she was still assigned to him.
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Date: 2015-03-06 05:13 am (UTC)Fill: I actually cut this off, it got kinda really serious, if you want to read the rest, tell me
Date: 2015-03-23 07:16 pm (UTC)“Hey, um, Cas?” Dean asked, awkwardly sidling up to him.
“Yes, Dean?” Castiel answered, looking up at Dean from where he was reading. Dean looked away from him in embarrassment, instead, he glared a Sam over his shoulder. Currently, Sam was in the corner, silently cracking up with laughter.
“Did… Did it, um, hurt when you fell?”
“Dean-- what?” Castiel faced forward, confusion written all over his face.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Castiel looked at Dean again, to see this time he was visibly blushing.
“Uh,” Cas was a bit distraught at this question, “In some ways, yes. Why are you asking me this, Dean?” Castiel looked up at the man beside him imploringly, hoping for some sort of explanation.
“Cas--! It’s a pick-up line.” Dean’s voice was strangled in his throat and faded out at his embarrassment.
Castiel was squinting now, as if that would somehow clarify the situation, “You want to… pick me up...?” he said it carefully, not even sure he heard right.
“No! Cas, it’s an expression--!” There was a sudden eruption of laughter from behind them as Sam finally lost it.
Castiel looked over his shoulder to see the gargantuan man practically spasming on the floor, “Is he alright?” Cas looked back to Dean, concerned.
“He really isn’t.” Dean said flatly as he turned and walked away.
Castiel got up and walked over to Sam. Grasping his arm, he pulled him up haphazardly, this left Sam leaning on Cas in a way that wasn’t going to work for very long without one or both of them splayed out on the floor.
Castiel grunted from his weight, “Sam, do you know what’s going on with Dean?” at this question Sam lost it completely once again and fell back to the floor. Castiel decided it was best to just leave him there, seeing as there was no use in trying to pull him up. Cas left to go find Dean after that, leaving Sam in a giggling heap.
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Date: 2015-03-06 05:20 am (UTC)Fill, Part 1 - Star Trek AOS [R]
Date: 2015-05-10 10:57 pm (UTC)Summary: Academy Era. Jim has no qualms about his body, nor about masturbating in front of his roommate. Leonard, on the other hand, does.
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Jim stood naked in front of the full length mirror he'd hung over the back of the bathroom door. Leonard lounged on the nearby couch, engrossed in a new medical text he'd picked up at the library.
Jim examined his reflection. His hair was damp and spiked from his recent shower, skin nicely flushed with heat. There were freckles scattered sparsely across his shoulders and torso and a long scar across his left hip. His nipples stood erect in the air conditioned room.
He poked at his smooth belly, at his muscled chest, stared at himself with interest. "Do you think I'm good looking?" Jim asked after a moment.
Leonard grunted, eyes flicking over his PADD as the words scrolled by.
"Is that a yes or a no?" Jim asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Yes, you're very pretty," Leonard answered, voice flat, gaze never leaving the screen.
Jim smirked and turned back to his reflection. Hell yeah, he was pretty. He was downright hot. Everyone said so. And everyone who didn't say so still thought so. They were just too chicken-shit to admit it.
He splayed his fingers over his torso, felt the patter of his heart behind his ribs, felt how warm his palms were against the planes of his body. There weren't any bruises today, no aches or pains as he touched himself. He slipped his hands lower, over his abs, over his stomach, touched the jut of his hips, traced the barely there curve of his waist.
His cock hung between his legs, dark blonde hair ringing the base. A soft trail began just below his bellybutton and he touched it, twisted the hairs between his fingers, tugged until he could feel it, not enough to hurt, just enough to send a shiver rolling along the length of his spine. He stared at his penis, stroked a gentle finger over the loose skin. He was flaccid, soft and limp, cool to the touch. He could change that. He could take his cock in hand, play with himself, watch while his skin pebbled and his pupils dilated, watch the delicate blush that would rise in his cheeks, color the tips of his ears and nose.
He could do that. Leonard wouldn't mind. Probably. Not enough to make him stop, in any case.
He caught Leonard's reflection behind him, long body cramped on the not-as-long couch, head pillowed on a bent arm, legs hanging over the armrest. His boots had been discarded by the door, uniform jacket hanging off the edge of his bed. His pants were unbuttoned and hung low on his waist and his eyes were still fixed on his PADD, thumb occasionally tapping at the screen to advance the text.
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Date: 2015-03-06 05:24 am (UTC)Fill: To Human (Doctor Who: Ten,Donna: G)
Date: 2015-03-06 02:10 pm (UTC)“Sorry Spaceman, but that's what humans do!”
“Thanks Donna I hadn't noticed...”
“What the hell is wrong with you today... Jack not-”
“Donna...”
Donna smirked slightly, leaning into the jumpseat on the TARDIS, watching as the Doctor became rather flustered. Jack had told her of their many encounters and she loved watching the superior alien flounder!
“Oh come on I'm just having some fun with you, you great idiot! Sometimes I think you don't realise how human you are.”
“Donna-”
Donna cut him off with a wave of her hand, as she stood from the jumpseat and stood before the alien. He refused to look at her as she spoke.
“I know.... you aren't human, but like everyone says, you look human. You feel like a human feels. You have emotions like humans do. You love like a human love. You don't always see what a human sees, which is what makes us see the brilliance that you see when you express it. I am human and I will always be to human for you, but if there is one thing I am certain of and I am...” she paused briefly, a small smile on her lips as the Doctor again turned his head away. “to human makes you smile. The wonder makes you laugh because you see this every day and we don't. Two hearts may give more room to get hurt... but two hearts gives you more room to love as well. You care so much for people Doctor and you never wait around to hear them express their gratitude-”
“Because I can't save everyone Donna... someone has to die because of me and I can't stand around to watch that one broken family-”
“You try. That's more human than anything else and I don't care about your super human biology or whatever you call it... you're just as human as everyone else.”
“Thanks Donna.” he said quietly, wrapping her in a hug. She could feel the heavy two beating hearts. The strange rhythm still new to her.
He was her best friend, and she'd continue to be to human to see him smile.
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Date: 2015-03-06 06:13 am (UTC)No fill, but...
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Date: 2015-03-06 08:04 am (UTC)Hal's only pick-up line"You've never flown with me."no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 08:08 am (UTC)"Did it hurt?"
"Grayson."
"When you fell from heaven."
"Grayson."
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Date: 2015-03-07 02:11 am (UTC)xxxxxx
"Did it hurt?"
"Grayson."
"When you fell from heaven."
"Grayson." Damian frowned, feeling a headache coming on. “Stop. You are drunk.”
“I am not,” Dick protested, though the glass in his hand and the slight slur implied otherwise. Not that Damian, or anyone else, really blamed him. These charity events were painfully boring and since Dick was currently benched after a bullet to the thigh, there was no harm in a drink or two. Unfortunately a drink or two had been several drinks ago.
“Yes, you are. You are slurring, you are wobbling – and your pick-up lines have become even worse – which is quite a feat, even for you, Grayson.”
Dick grinned, leaning lazily on the chair. “But you're such an angel, Dami.”
“I am quite sure you are the first and only person to think so.” He frowned, wishing Dick would stop looking at him like that. It was – unsettling.
“Nooo, everyone thinks so,” Dick insisted. “We missed you, Dami.”
“I am sure Drake would disagree,” he replied. Eighteen months travelling the world had been delightful and gloriously solitary. No dealing with... this.
“Ah, he's just blind to your charms,” Dick smiled, taking another sip of whatever was currently in his glass.
“And you are blind drunk, Grayson.” God, had Dick been this bad before he'd left? He was sure Dick hadn't looked at him like that then. Of course, he'd left a child, come back a man. Nineteen now, nearly twenty. But he hadn't changed that much, had he? And it wasn't as though he liked it when Dick looked at him like that. He didn't. Of course not.
So what the hell was that rush of heat when Dick leaned in close, breathing alcohol-scented breath on him?
“I still see you,” Dick purred, almost falling into Damian's lap, his hand steadying him by placing itself in a most unfortunate location.
“Grayson!” Damian nearly jumped out of his seat, trying to ignore the rush of heat that came from that touch. He was never going to let Dick drink again. Dick couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle it. “You need to go to bed.”
“Okay. Come with me?” Dick's smile was utterly without shame.
“Grayson! That is highly inappropriate!” Damian gave Dick the glare he usually reserved for Drake.
“Mmm,” Dick agreed, draping an arm around Damian. “So, will you?”
Damian sighed, pulling Dick to his feet. This was a terrible, terrible idea. Though apparently, he was doing it anyway. “If I do, will you stop using those dreadful lines?”
Dick swayed against him, though managed to stay upright. “As long as you promise to come here often.”
Damian gasped, scandalised and almost lost his grip on Dick as he actually blushed. “Grayson!”
Dick laughed.
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Date: 2015-03-06 08:11 am (UTC)"Hey, girl. My feet are tired. Because I've been running through your dreams all night."
"...That doesn't even make any sense."
(I imagine girl!Wally as an Ally and girl!Bruce as Ruth, but I honestly don't mind if you want to go differently! ^^)
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Date: 2015-03-06 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-03-06 09:27 am (UTC)(I'm rewatching his part of s3... for research...)
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Date: 2015-03-06 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 09:33 am (UTC)Fill: Supernatural, it's more melanie(an OC)+cas and dean/cas, i guess melanie is the wingman then
Date: 2015-03-23 08:22 pm (UTC)Oops, too long:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3601632
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Date: 2015-03-06 09:38 am (UTC)(The less likely the pairing, the better! o_<)
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Date: 2015-03-06 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 01:07 pm (UTC)"Why are you telling me?"
"So you can make it for me tomorrow morning."
Fill: I'm so sorry! it's so tiny, I hope it's ok. :0
Date: 2015-03-16 08:20 am (UTC)Tony looked up from the papers she had just sat on his desk. "Why are you telling me?"
"So you can make it for me tomorrow morning." Saying nothing else, Pepper turned and sauntered away as he raised his eyebrows at her back.
‘Okay then.’ He smirked to himself for the rest of the day after that.
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