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tattooeddevil and I will be your guest host this week! Today's theme is Out Of Time. Maybe your character has to do something and (s)he doesn’t have enough time. Maybe your character is from the future and gets thrown back in time. Or maybe your character has an life-or-death ultimatum and time is running out. Or maybe someone’s just lost his or her watch. As long as it has to do with time in any form, you’re good.
Just a few rules:
- No more than five (5) prompts in a row.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
- Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, With Dean’s crossroad demon deal coming to its end, Sam is running out of time to tell his brother how he really feels (S03 fic)
- Leverage, Eliot Spencer + Sophie Deveraux, He’s bleeding to death and she can’t get to him
- The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon Cooper + Leonard Hofstadter + Raj Koothrappali + Howard Wolowitz, The time machine they accidentally bought actually works
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tattooeddevil and I will be your guest host this week! Today's theme is Out Of Time. Maybe your character has to do something and (s)he doesn’t have enough time. Maybe your character is from the future and gets thrown back in time. Or maybe your character has an life-or-death ultimatum and time is running out. Or maybe someone’s just lost his or her watch. As long as it has to do with time in any form, you’re good.Just a few rules:
- No more than five (5) prompts in a row.
- No more than three (3) prompts in the same fandom.
- Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease of 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 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: Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
- Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, With Dean’s crossroad demon deal coming to its end, Sam is running out of time to tell his brother how he really feels (S03 fic)
- Leverage, Eliot Spencer + Sophie Deveraux, He’s bleeding to death and she can’t get to him
- The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon Cooper + Leonard Hofstadter + Raj Koothrappali + Howard Wolowitz, The time machine they accidentally bought actually works
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 Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write for, 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: 2015-04-20 07:17 am (UTC)Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
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Date: 2015-04-20 07:20 am (UTC)The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies
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Date: 2015-04-20 07:35 am (UTC)It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss, and the fear before the phrase
"Have you ever felt this way?"
Fill!
Date: 2016-03-22 01:29 pm (UTC)Barry Allen looks adorably confused, but he’s not fighting as she pins him against the wall of the lab. Star Labs is empty, the place has nothing in the way of security, and she knows no one’s coming. So nice of her brother to provide a distraction while she takes a little side mission.
“But...you like Cisco,” Barry says. It’s pretty much the only thing he’s said since she came upon him hunched over at one of the computers, physics textbook open at his elbow, doing some kind of research.
Geek is sexy. No one in her crew seems to get it.
Lisa kisses him again, draws him in deep, feels his hips roll against hers when she does that thing with her tongue.
He pulls back, breathing hard, pupils dilated, hair disheveled. She wants to mess him up some more.
“But you like Cisco,” he says, and he’s dazed on top of being confused, and it’s a pretty good look for him.
She leans in, her lips a hair’s breadth from his throat, and his chest hitches every time she exhales. “Yeah, Barry, but have you ever felt this way?” She takes his hand and guides it to her skin where her shirt rides up, and then she goes in for the kill, mouthing his neck and sliding her hips forward, and he surrenders.
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Date: 2015-04-20 10:24 am (UTC)It's astounding, time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely, not for very much longer
I've got to keep control
FILL: Supernatural, Dean/Sam, "Spaced Out on Sensation"
Date: 2015-05-03 05:18 pm (UTC)Read on AO3 (opens in new window)
Hope you enjoy!
Re: FILL: Supernatural, Dean/Sam, "Spaced Out on Sensation"
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Date: 2015-04-20 10:27 am (UTC)I want somebody to speed it up for me then take it down slow
There's enough room for both
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Date: 2015-04-20 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 10:57 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2015-04-24 07:38 pm (UTC)All the affections he wishes to voice are silenced as his throat dries and his bravery is lost. Sam is trying to say a lot over those special words, but time is not on his side. He doesn’t have the seconds to speak from the heart, nor does he have the minutes to let Dean know that Dean is his world, his sun and moon—his life.
He is trying to let his brother know he adores him, has looked up to him since he was four-years old, and been in love with him since he was sixteen. Sadly, every time he wishes to cherish a moment of affection with his brother, the clock ticks faster while the Hell hounds howl louder.
When the distance between them feels like miles although they are side by side, Sam loves Dean. When they fight over something silly and ridiculous, acting like children as they ignore each other, Sam loves Dean. When Dean is out on a food run, Sam scribbles in his notebook in repetition rambling; I LOVE YOU, DEAN. I LOVE YOU, DEAN. I LOVE YOU, DEAN.”
How can Dean not see the desire Sam feels? How can he not gaze in to Sam’s eyes and see the love which he cannot speak of? How can his brother patch up the scars on his body and not kiss his lips and whisper “I don’t ever want to lose you, Sammy. I love you with all my heart.”
Sam cannot find the worlds this night—therefore he allows his actions to vocalize the feelings in his heart. Dean lies in bed, but he is not asleep, and the space between them is far and wide. They sleep in individual beds, and while Sam lies on his side, gazing at his brother, Dean sprawls across the bed on his tummy with his face pressed against the fluffy pillow.
Unable to tolerate being separated from the man he loves, Sam climbs out of bed and joins his brother. Dean grunts in irritation as Sam blankets his body with his own, but he doesn’t push Sam away…not even when Sam is so bold to tuck Dean’s head to his chest and wrap his arms around him.
Sam claws down in the depths of his heart in search of the loving words, but they still refuse to see the light of day. Sam cannot let Dean go to Hell without knowing how deeply he is loved. He presses a tiny kiss to his temple, lingering to inhale the aroma of whiskey and leather. Sam expects Dean to bitch and possibly throw him out of the bed, but to his surprise, and relief, his brother doesn’t protest the affection. In lieu, Dean does something that takes the breath right out of Sam’s…Dean kisses his lips softly, a tiny timid and chaste until Sam kisses back.
Dean caresses his lips and strokes his shaggy hair, and Sam fears this may all be a dream; Dean has already been dragged to Hell, tormented and suffering, screaming his name.
If that is the truth, then Sam doesn’t want to wake from this dream, and after their lips caress lovingly and they lean back to gaze into one another’s eyes, Sam breaks the silence of the voice and tenderly whispering “I love you Dean.”
(END)
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Date: 2015-04-20 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 02:35 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Finch/Reese, he should say something as they both know they're on borrowed time.
Fill: Finch/Reese, borrowed time
Date: 2015-04-21 03:41 pm (UTC)He'd been prepared to die. Even programmed the Contingency for exactly this type of situation.
He'd already bequeathed the mammoth task of the Numbers to John, already handed him Nathan's legacy.
And here they still were.
There wasn't much left to give John, but his heart.
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:36 pm (UTC)Battle Creek, Russ Agnew/Milt Chamberlain, it's not that he cares or anything it's just
worryingdisruptive when Milt starts being late for things, that's all.no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 02:37 pm (UTC)The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, He always thought they'd run out of time before he could say anything but here they were, retiring.
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:38 pm (UTC)Life on Mars, Sam Tyler/Gene Hunt, it's way past time to say something
Fill: Sam/Gene, way past time to say something
Date: 2015-04-21 04:01 pm (UTC)The first time, Sam was too distracted by nerves and desperation to give a damn. It had been way too long and Gene was good, better than Sam had expected given he was a Neanderthal from the 70s.
The second time, Sam snorted and flicked Gene in the middle of the forehead. He was annoyed, but not enough to resist kissing him so they could talk.
The third time Gene called him Gladys during sex, Sam considered stopping things right there and telling him in no uncertain terms where to stick his pet names. But seconds later things got really interesting, and Sam figured he'd tell him as soon as this round was over.
By the fourth time, it was getting ridiculous. Sam was pretty sure Gene didn't have a past girlfriend called Gladys that he was imagining himself in bed with, so what did it matter, really? Except that Sam wasn't a girl. Gene seemed well enough aware of that, apart from the name.
The fifth time, Sam snapped back "How would you like it if I called you Jennifer?"
Gene grinned. "Kinky birds, are we?" He grabbed Sam's hands and curved them against his chest. "Here, Tyler, feel my tits."
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From:Fill: Before I Walk Away
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:40 pm (UTC)The Man from UNCLE, Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo, Illya's leaving so it's time to man up.
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 02:51 pm (UTC)Fill: Please Don't Go (pt.1) (Doctor Who: Twelve/Clara: G)
Date: 2015-04-20 05:48 pm (UTC)“Look at me Clara.”
She didn't dare look, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs, the tears she had been concealing, sliding down her wet cheeks, her long hair sticking to her neck and clinging to her clothes. She couldn't bear to look at him, it would break her heart to know what he was going to say. Her travelling companion. Her friend. She thought it would even have been safe to say the man she loved, but she wasn't quite sure any more. She sniffed, her hand never leaving her mouth. She wanted to trap the awful noises that were threatening to leave her lips.
“Please...”
It came to her as more of a plea. An echo on the wind that whipped around them. It was cold, the rain seeping through her material over coat, chilling her skin underneath. She knew he was close. It was almost like she could feel him by presence alone. She swallowed, her shoulders shaking briefly, the hand over her mouth now covering her closed eyes. This feeling. This... undeniable feeling of loss. It happened all to often. Her mother died when she was young. Her father became irritable and tired... and then she met him. The Doctor. A man who changed her life. A man who she saved because without realising... she had loved him.
“Clara I-”
“Please don't go.” she said quietly, her arms now wrapped around her tightly. She'd never felt so pathetic. When she was younger she had always been one never to cry over men. But he wasn't just a man... any man. He was different. She was never afraid of different. She quite enjoyed it. She embraced it and encouraged difference.
“I'm sorry Clara. I'm so sorry please believe me that this was never my intention.”
She frowned up at him, her eyes squinting from the rain, her tears mixing with the drops sliding down her face. His face was set, his eyes glassy and red and his lips pressed in a thin line. She raised her hand, feeling it tremble as she pressed into his chest. She could feel him flinch, his chest muscles tightening beneath her palm. She could feel the heavy heart beats, she could feel his pain and see his loss. Why?
“Did I do something wrong Doctor?”
His hand reached out, cupping her cheek softly, his thumb rubbing over her wet skin. His head tilted just slightly with a tired smile. He looked broken, just like her. She found herself leaning into his hand, hers resting over his. She closed her eyes, her breaths coming out in shudders as she listened to his voice through the pattering on the path below their feet.
“No... you could never do that. I'm doing this for you... I don't think I could bear to lose you.”
He slipped his hand away from hers and looked away. He couldn't bear to lose her through some awful tragedy of his doing. It was best to leave her where she would be safe. Where she could fall in love with someone young. Someone who could give her what she wanted and what she needed. He sighed, his hand sliding through his wet hair, he willed himself to look at her, because... after all this could be the last time... it would be the last time he would see her, because that is how it was to be. How he thought it should be. He closed the gap between them, for once in his new body initiating the contact between them, because he'd miss her.
Fill: Please Don't Go (pt.2) (Doctor Who: Twelve/Clara: G)
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Date: 2015-04-20 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-20 04:53 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers,
One last kiss
Before I go
Dry your tears
it is time to let you go
One last kiss
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Date: 2015-04-20 04:55 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,
You're all I see in all these places
You're all I see in all these faces
So let's pretend we're running out of time
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Date: 2015-04-20 04:57 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, the last goodbye’s the hardest one to say
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Date: 2015-04-20 04:58 pm (UTC)Fantastic Four (2005)/Marvel movies, Johnny Storm/ex-Winter Soldier, Johnny has a split second to decide - Jimmy dies for him or he dies for Jimmy... so he throws himself off the building, bursts into flame, and flies up and up, supernova
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Date: 2015-04-20 04:59 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, “Don’t give me an ultimatum. You won’t like my choice.”