Tuesday: Emergency
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pr3tz3ls and today's theme is Emergency. Prompts can be any kind of emergency from running late to the end of the world.
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...
+ Any Superhero fandom, any, every 'work related' visit to the emergency room is trouble
+ Leverage, Hardison +/ Elliot (+/ Parker), lack of internet does not mean the world is ending, Hardison
+ Big Bang Theory, any, severe weather warning/alert
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:01 pm (UTC)*hands*
Date: 2015-05-06 08:52 pm (UTC)------
"If anybody else in the world told me that happened, I would feel offended they thought I'd buy it."
Ronnie is standing in the living room of his apartment, arms crossed over his chest and an almost exasperated expression on his face, staring down at a shirtless Mick, who's sitting on a couch that definitely didn't look so battered only a few hours before when Ronnie had left for work.
"Goddammit! I told you, I-" Mick's face morphs into an expression of anger and he looks ready to punch something, but the younger man is decidedly unimpressed with the display, knowing his boyfriend enough to recognize when he was all bark and no bite.
"Relax. I'm actually glad you put out the fire before it burned down the whole apartment. Again."
Mick grins, clearly pleased with himself.
"But I would have been happier if you also bothered to take off your t-shirt, which was also on fire."
Mick's grin widens, and he looks entirely too happy to have gained new extensive first degree burns on his chest and on his back.
Ronnie lets out a sigh and tries not to think too hard about being in relationship with a crazy pyromaniac and what that says about himself, so he drops his bag to the floor he goes to the bathroom in the search of a towel and some aloe cream.
"I knew getting that additional fire insurance was a good idea."
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:02 pm (UTC)no fill but
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:23 pm (UTC)FILL : WWE Becky Lynch/Dean Ambrose : "it's all too familiar, it happens all the time"
Date: 2018-01-10 11:14 pm (UTC)“Nah, blood happens all the time, and I’ve got plenty of it!”
“You did have plenty of it! Now it’s all over the floor.”
“It’s nothing, darling!” Becky offered a small smile but it was more than she could bare; she hated seeing Dean covered in blood. Even his old wrestling matches made get cry.
“I wish I could believe you, but. . . You’re bleeding out!”
“Yeah, you said. Repeating it doesn’t make it stop.”
“I wish it did.”
Dean stopped clutching his side, and looked down. He couldn’t see what Becky saw; her lover bleeding seemingly uncontrollably, but Dean could feel it, and it stung. It was no worse than any previous pain he’d felt and he tried to tell Becky this, but her concern for him was more than the blood in his body (and on the floor) and she wouldn’t stop until she had a second opinion and Dean wondered if she’d stop after a third.
“I’m fine!” he repeated.
“Repeating it -” Dean stopped her by raising a finger to her lips. He ignored the blood dripping from it, and the mark he’d left on her chin. He tried to smile.
“Thank you” he said as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
“For what?” she asked. Dean thought she was too innocent. He didn’t deserve her; didn’t deserve to stain her lips the way he had - and not just with his blood.
He sighed, “Everything!” he said with a smile. She smiled back. The signal Dean needed to finally give in to the darkness he’d been fighting.
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:25 pm (UTC)no fill (yet)
Date: 2015-05-05 04:38 pm (UTC)... I know you probably want something funny or crackish, but I have a glimmer of an idea that is angsty and possibly tragic.
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-05-05 01:39 pm (UTC)Stargate SG1; Sam/Jack; When it comes to Sam, its always an emergency
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:15 pm (UTC)alwaysknocked out firstno subject
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:16 pm (UTC)Home(2015)/3rd Rock from the Sun, the Solomons, “We were here first!”
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:17 pm (UTC)(*whistles innocently*)
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:21 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier + Tony Stark, the asset was on a mission in Afghanistan when Tony Stark escaped Ten Rings; for some reason, Stark's determination and will to live struck a chord in the asset, so he grabbed Stark in the desert and went to ground with him
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:21 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,
Oh I don’t wanna fight
But I’ll fight with you
If I have to, if I have to
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:24 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, if you take a cosmic entity and have it reborn as a living thing, don’t choose a human and then let it grow up with free will and emotions, and then come calling to utilize it as a weapon. just don’t.
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Date: 2015-05-17 05:10 pm (UTC)„Angel, you have to do something,“ the demon hissed, „Protect me, dammit. I'm not exactly a shining example for good behavior, but I've done nothing to deserve that.“
Aziraphale just blinked for a moment, confused what Crowley was talking about until a person appeared at the door. Quickly he shoved Crowley behind him, the presence was clearly angelic, ancient and powerful.
„What have you done to warrant attention from upstairs?“ the angel wished to know, glaring at Crowley who chose to take cover beneath the counter.
„I've no frigging clue, angel,“ Crowley tried to defend himself, „I just ran into him in a fast food restaurant during one of my checkups. He has followed me ever since.“
With a slow grumble, Aziraphale turned to face the other angel who finally stepped into the store, prepared to defend the demon against superiors once more. What he did not expect, when the other angel stepped into the light, was a child.
„Ey, I seen you run in here, don't hide dammit,“ the kid cursed, looking around and mostly ignoring Aziraphale.
Who instantly corrected his assessment. This wasn't a child, not truly. More like a teenager, albeit a short one. But still dressed in black leather, army boots, tattoo's and dyed hair. He didn't look like any angel Aziraphale had met before, even if there was something incredibly familiar about the boy.
„Can I help you?“ he asked instead, hoping to avoid a fight.
Since the location was hardly appropriate for a death match, Aziraphale mostly feared for his books.
The child's attention turned to him. „Who the fuck are you? I'm looking for the black-haired guy with the fancy car. He has snake eyes. They look cool.“
„I take from your words that you've no intention of harming him?“ Aziraphale asked slightly surprised.
Yet the boy seemed to have little idea of the angelic presence he was emitting or else Crowley's hideout would've discovered immediately.
A shrug was the answer.
„Nope, should I?“ the boy answered.
Crowley chose the moment to reveal himself, taking the chance that the young man was no danger to him. Or his curiosity had simply gotten the better of him once again.
„You followed me because you admired my good looks? That's a pleasant surprise,“ Crowley said, smiling wide and made no move to cover his eyes with his sunglasses.
The yellow taint gleamed in the darkened store, reflecting the occasional sunray while Crowley's frame merged with the shadows.
The boy looked entirely unimpressed.
„You're strong,“ he said. „You have power. I wanted to test it.“
Before Crowley could wrap the boy around his little finger with one of his usual offers, Aziraphale interrupted his guests who seemed to get along far better than anyone could've suspected at first.
„Before either of you turns my store into a battleground, could we at least sit down and the young man tells us his name?“ he inquired with stern insistence.
Looking at the young man – angel? - Aziraphale asked, „Tea?“
„Why not?“ the punk with the red hair answered, „My name is Michael.“
While Crowley choked, Aziraphale nearly dropped his teapot.
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:25 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice,
“What the hell are you doing now?”
“Risking my life to save people I hate for reasons I don't quite understand. Gotta go!”
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Date: 2015-05-05 02:32 pm (UTC)