Wednesday: Hello and Goodbye
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mahmfic your host. Today's theme is Hello and Goodbye. Otherwise known as, first and last encounters. Interpret as you wish.
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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
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+ The Muppets, Gonzo/Camilla the Chicken, when his eyes met hers
+ Pacific Rim, any, Stacker Pentecost's funeral
+ Once Upon A Time, Rumplestilskin|Mr. Gold, everyone leaves him in the end
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mahmfic your host. Today's theme is Hello and Goodbye. Otherwise known as, first and last encounters. Interpret as you wish. Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Muppets, Gonzo/Camilla the Chicken, when his eyes met hers
+ Pacific Rim, any, Stacker Pentecost's funeral
+ Once Upon A Time, Rumplestilskin|Mr. Gold, everyone leaves him in the end
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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Date: 2015-03-18 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 05:47 am (UTC)fill, dcu, Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Date: 2015-03-20 03:12 am (UTC)"Fuck off," Jason says, which weirdly, starts to make things a little more comfortable.
It's not like they've never spent any time together. Hell, they've spent plenty of time together – on rooftops, at Jason's loft, at the Titans tower when no one else is around – it's just that most of those times involve minimal clothes, and not a whole lot of talking unless you count dirty talk as conversation.
Which – Jason might.
It's easier, too, once they get their food. Jason devours his, starts talking about the sauce on his pasta and how he hasn't quite figured out to make his this good, and Tim stares at him for a while until Jason wipes at his mouth.
"What?" he asks. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No, it's just. I didn't realize you could cook."
Jason grins at him, all sharp teeth that Tim knows intimately - but not in this setting, not in this lighting - and says, "Man, I lived with Alfred for years."
"So did I. So did Dick, and I've seen him fuck up cereal."
"Yeah, well," Jason shrugs. "Rich brats. You never needed to know how to do any of that shit. I used to cook for my mom, you know? Once she got sick, it was that or starve."
Tim wants to reach out, put his hand over Jason's, but he's pretty sure even nice restaurant or not, Jason would probably clock him if he did.
"You should cook for me sometime," Tim says, and Jason's eyes lose that faraway look and focus back on him.
"I'd say that all depends on if you put out, but we both know you're gonna," Jason says, and Tim feels himself blush.
"Maybe I've changed my tune," Tim says. "What else have you got planned?"
"I dunno," Jason says. He messes with the straw in his drink, asks, "I mean, what do people usually do on dates?"
"What do you usually do?" Tim asks. He honestly found it difficult to picture Jason on a date with anyone – he didn't know Jason when he was a kid, not as anyone but Robin, but surely he must've gotten around. There's no way Bruce Wayne's ward didn't have people asking him out left and right.
But Jason gets this funny look on his face, and he looks at Tim and then away again three or four times before he says, "You want dessert? I'm fucking starving."
"Jesus, Jason, you just ate everything on your plate and half of mine."
"Yeah, well. I'm a growing boy."
*
They hit a bar afterwards, stay for a couple of drinks and a few rounds of pool until the guys Jason's been hustling decide actually they would like their money back. Tim manages to convince Jason not to beat the shit out of them, though he's not entirely sure how.
It's only 9 by the time Jason walks him back to his place. They stop at the door and it's quiet for a minute, as quiet as it was at first, and then Jason leans down and kisses him soft, hesitant, nothing like Jason's ever kissed him before.
"Is that," Jason says after. "Is that, you know, okay?"
"Jason," Tim says patiently. "I've had your dick in my mouth, like, thirty times. I'm not gonna complain if you slip me the tongue."
Jason laughs, but it's a little shaky. "I just," he says. He rubs at his neck. "I never, uh. This was."
And then it all kind of clicks together. Tim doesn't know how he couldn't have realized. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"Not," Jason says. "I mean, you know I've – but I mean, Bruce, and then I was dead, and then I was with the League, and if you think any of those scary people are dating material then you're sorely fucking mistaken, and –"
Tim kisses him again. "I'm honored," he says, and it sounds like a joke but the thing is that he means it, and Jason knows he does.
"Whatever," Jason says. "I've gotta start at the bottom, right? Then I'll raise my standards."
"Fuck off," Tim says. He drags Jason inside for coffee and a blowjob, and only hits Jason a little when he says, "See, I told you you'd put out."
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Date: 2015-03-18 05:47 am (UTC)No fill
Date: 2015-03-18 05:57 am (UTC)Re: No fill
From:his mobile Walden Pond (Leverage, Nate/Sophie + Parker/Hardison/Eliot)
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Date: 2015-03-18 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 05:51 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-03-19 01:25 am (UTC)Sometimes she'd write, sometimes she'd call. Once, she'd appeared out of nowhere in his bedroom, blushed, and vanished again. There was no real thread of consistancy in the contact. It might once a month for a while, then stop for a half a year. Sometimes, the messages were short, letting him know of a possible danger. Other times, Willow would catch him up on everyone, even Xander. Even Spike. Angel might have a chance to give her some information, too, pleased whenever he'd found out something before she knew about it.
He refrained from asking about Buffy. Willow told him anyway. "She's doing good. She's happy. Do you want me to tell her anything?"
Angel would always say the same thing, "Tell her 'hi'." He guessed Willow might tell Buffy more, but he almost hoped not. He half-wished Willow wouldn't talk about Buffy any more, but he knew he'd never ask her that.
He loved her. He thought he always would. Maybe some part of her would always love him, too. A long-distance hello wasn't much, but it was probably more than he deserved.
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Date: 2015-03-18 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 05:59 am (UTC)Leverage, Eliot Spencer, two weeks after he learned that his team had been blackmailed into taking down Damien Moreau, he went to San Lorenzo and did what he should’ve done before: killed the bastard
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:01 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, fever took his better half
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:03 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers, others come and others go but you always come back
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:04 am (UTC)Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:05 am (UTC)Sneakers, author’s choice, if Cosmo had gone for the pizza
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 06:29 am (UTC)The Following/NCIS Los Angeles , Debra Parker & Nate Getz
Date: 2015-03-18 07:20 pm (UTC)She blinks at the man standing in front of her. He's tall - well, she's lying down so everyone looks tall to her, but even if she were standing up, he'd still be a good head taller than she is. He's casually dressed, dark slacks with a white shirt open at the neck with rolled up sleeves and when he looks at her, gives her a small smile, his eyes are kind.
"For the moment." She hears her own voice before she's registered that she's actually going to answer him and she's as surprised by that as by the words that she said. "And you are?" No threat, she knows that at least. Between Marshall Turned and Mike, they've got her visitor list pared down to a select few; for this man to have gained entrance, he can be trusted to not be a threat, or at least not an immediate one.
"I'm Nate... Nate Getz." He takes a step towards her bed. "A friend sent me." He blinks, tilts his head. "Well, not exactly a friend. She'd probably kill me with her little finger if she heard me call her that..." He looks around in a way that makes her think he's looking for hidden cameras or recording devices and just like that, the pieces slot into place.
"Hetty sent you."
Nate returns her small smile with one of his own. "Yes. Yes she did. She would have come herself but..." He shrugs and she chuckles.
"Same old Hetty." She pulls herself up into a seating position, relieved that he doesn't try to help, lets her do it for herself. Once settled comfortably, she looks at Nate again, looks closely. "This can't be her bi-annual recruiting pitch," she decides, and Nate nods once. "So why did she send you here? Now?"
Nate walks to the chair beside her bed, sits down carefully. "Because she thought you might want to talk." His tone is calm, understanding, one she's heard before from several therapists over the years, and again for the last seven days.
More pieces slot into place. "You're a shrink."
"I prefer the term psychologist, but your mileage may vary." She must look as distrustful as she feels because Nate leans forward, continuing, "You don't have to talk to me... But since I got pulled out of Sana'a to fly here on a C-190 heading for Andrews, Hetty seems to think you need to talk to someone." He shrugs again. "Might as well be me."
"And if I don't?" She's talked to more than her fair share of shrinks over the years, some with more success than others. Right now, though, the last thing she wants to do is relive the events of the last few days.
Nate shrugs, looking supremely unaffected - she suddenly has the idea that he gets this attitude a lot. "Then you get to get out of here in a few days, no matter what, and I get a few days Stateside before heading back to the Middle East, I get a decent steak, a beer..." He gives her a tiny smile. "Everyone wins."
He'd mentioned the Middle East before but it only registers properly with her now. "Why did Hetty fly you all this way when she knew I wouldn't talk to you?"
"Why does Hetty do anything?" Nate counters and it's a simple statement that she can't counter argue. "Maybe she thought that since you trust her, you'd trust me."
Debra raises an eyebrow. "Who says I trust Hetty?"
That makes him blink, a genuine look of surprise crossing his face, hastily covered but not hastily enough. It's like the thought of not trusting Hetty has never occurred to him and Debra wonders, with a sudden pang of envy, what that type of certainty must feel like. It's something she hasn't felt in far too long and she leans back against the pillow, closes her eyes. "I'm tired now."
If he knows it's a lie, he doesn't call her on it. Instead she hears the chair scrape backwards on the linoleum floor. "Sure. I'll come back tomorrow."
When she opens her eyes again he is gone.
Re: The Following/NCIS Los Angeles , Debra Parker & Nate Getz
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:31 am (UTC)Fill: BtVS, Buffy(/Angel), post-"Graduation Day, Part Two"
Date: 2015-04-01 06:21 am (UTC)Buffy misses Angel so much it hurts.
She doesn’t have time to lie around moping, though. She can’t fall into bed and cry. She has to keep going. Keep fighting; slaying.
She plays Skeeter Davis on her Walkman during patrol. Giles would lecture her if he knew, but she doesn’t tell him.
No matter what it feels like, the world’s still going. The only thing over is her relationship.
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 07:14 am (UTC)i know that no one survives
Date: 2015-03-18 09:15 am (UTC)Every morning he wakes up, his stomach lurching and twisting, painfully pulling him out of his nightmares. His face wet with tears, his heart racing - beating through his chest.
Jean says hello, not to anyone near by, not to anyone living - to someone not alive. He casts his words towards the sky, hoping that his guardian angel might hear him.
He believes the only reason he is still breathing, still fighting the Titans to this day, is because a freckled boy in the heavens is watching over him.
Jean is thankful, though his heart aches. Aches for what could've been.
And he kills for him, swallows down his fears and puts on a mask of courage that every night he hangs on his wall. It's just a mask after all.
Goodbye, Marco, he says every night before he slips into another nightmare. And an angel looks down at him, ready to wipe away the tears that he knows will come.
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uh, oh, filled my own prompt.
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Date: 2015-03-18 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 08:06 am (UTC)The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was then at my command
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Date: 2015-03-18 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 09:18 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2015-03-18 11:33 pm (UTC)John Diggle is, at heart, a soldier. Growing up in not the best area, fighting a war half a world away, now fighting a war much closed to home, he doesn't have the luxury of being a romantic. Besides, having been married and divorced, he's old enough and wise enough not to believe in love at first sight.
Until the day he finds himself perched on the edge of a couch in Oliver Queen's office, trading snarky remarks about Facebook and MySpace with a beautiful blonde.
Her hair is sensible and pulled back, her eyes behind her glasses an arresting shade of blue. Her black skirt is demure enough for the office but still shows off a killer pair of legs, while her coral shirt does amazing things to her skin.
But it's not her looks that makes him look twice.
It's how she finds the information they're looking for in minutes - information that it would have taken him and Oliver hours to find.
It's how, when she finds it, she lets Oliver know in no uncertain terms that she disapproves of his father's actions. She basically calls her boss's dad out on his bullshit to her boss, but does it in such a quiet and understated way that it's not disrespectful or rude, it's just stating a fact. She's got a strong sense of right and wrong, a spine of steel, no matter how much she might have to pretend otherwise, cow-towing diplomatically to the mighty Oliver Queen.
Felicity Smoak is a beautiful package, but Diggle knows that what's on the inside is more beautiful still.
It's not love at first sight, he knows that too. But it might just be close enough.
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