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classics_lover and today is my last day hosting. Friday's theme is my favourite: Texts From Last Night. Pick a fandom, pick a text, see how they mix and match. If you want to use fandom-specific TFLN prompts (from tumblr, say) that's cool, too :)
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
+ Mass Effect, Wrex + any, (209): I praised you last night for winning a chug-off... you thanked me with a ridiculously large headbutt... thanks, dick
+ Any sci-fi, author's choice, (501): The fabulous human disaster: it is him
+ Author's choice, author's choice, (720): Don't ask me how, but I have a squirrel in my backpack and I don't know what to do with it
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 2016 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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classics_lover and today is my last day hosting. Friday's theme is my favourite: Texts From Last Night. Pick a fandom, pick a text, see how they mix and match. If you want to use fandom-specific TFLN prompts (from tumblr, say) that's cool, too :)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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
+ Mass Effect, Wrex + any, (209): I praised you last night for winning a chug-off... you thanked me with a ridiculously large headbutt... thanks, dick
+ Any sci-fi, author's choice, (501): The fabulous human disaster: it is him
+ Author's choice, author's choice, (720): Don't ask me how, but I have a squirrel in my backpack and I don't know what to do with it
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 2016 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: 2016-07-22 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 11:39 am (UTC)FILL: Star Trek:AOS, Jim Kirk/Spock, Fabulous Human Disaster
Date: 2016-07-23 02:17 am (UTC)His First Officer's eyebrow was raised nearly into the edges of his hair. Kirk was going to murder whomever had dug his Academy nickname up. Although, when he thought about it, that list was pretty short.
So short, in fact, that it largely consisted of his Chief Medical Officer.
Kirk stared at the innocently inquisitive Vulcan face that stared back and winced at the bandages around his chest under his uniform tunic.
"I'm too injured for this. Where's Bones?"
"Doctor McCoy is presently tending to other patients. Are you in pain? Was the sedative Nurse Barrett gave you not powerful enough? Perhaps a-"
Kirk held his hand up to stop. Sometimes a concerned Vulcan was worse than a disdainful one, truth be told, and all he really needed right now was to shake Bones for putting that incident on his official record. He stood up, woozing for just a second against the bed. Spock's eyes narrowed, accessing him in a way that both hid and indicated concern.
"Captain, you are injured;you should not be up"
"Cool it Spock. I'm fine." Two nurses walked by, discussing something called "hyper antigrav base jumping planetside" and the lights went off in Kirk's eyes.
"Captain, I do not think attempting such a diversion is conducive to your current health. You have just been in a physical altercation and are showing visible signs of exhaustion, in addition to intoxication"
"Tomorrow's the last day of shore leave, Spock, we're going"
"'We' Captain? I do not recall assenting to any such idea"
Kirk smiled, a bright thing that both welcomed and dared, brightened and seemed to burn in a way even Spock could not deny. The Captain's brashness was illogically...attractive.
Kirk smirked, and gently patted his First Officer's shoulder on the way out. "I'll see you at oh six thirty", he said and walked out, spine straight despite the obvious tension it caused him.
The door 'shssh'ed itself closed behind him, leaving Spock staring at it.
"'Fabulous Human Disaster'. He is that."
He then went off to research bone mending techniques and anitgrav chute maintenance.
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Date: 2016-07-22 11:40 am (UTC)Fill: Backpack Invasion [Torchwood: Ianto, Jack: G]
Date: 2016-07-22 09:57 pm (UTC)“Jack? What’s up?” There was a note of trepidation in Ianto’s voice, he wasn’t at all sure he wanted to know why Jack was phoning him when he’d insisted collecting the artefact would be a piece of cake.
“Um, well… Don't ask me how, but I have a squirrel in my backpack and I don't know what to do with it.”
Ianto closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Just like that, he was getting a headache. “A squirrel? What kind of squirrel?”
“What do you mean what kind? It’s a squirrel!”
“An alien squirrel or an earth squirrel?” Only in Torchwood would that be a logical question to ask. “And is it grey or red?”
“Earth squirrel definitely. I think. Sort of greyish?”
“In your backpack?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How should I know? I didn’t ask it!”
“Well, can’t you just tip it out?”
“But it has teeth!”
“Yes, they generally do.”
“What if it bites me?”
“As long as it’s not a rabid squirrel you’ll be fine.”
“How would I know?”
“Is it foaming at the mouth?”
“No, just shedding crumbs.”
“What?”
“It’s eating the cookies I brought with me. I thought I might get hungry, so I packed a snack.”
“Jack?”
“Yes, Ianto?”
“Pick up your backpack, tip the squirrel out, and let it have the cookies. Then find what you went out there for and come home.”
“Oh, I already found that. It’s in my pocket.”
“Oh. Good. As long as it’s not another squirrel,” Ianto muttered.
“What did you say?”
“Never mind, just get back here, without the squirrel.”
“Well, if you’re sure it’s safe.”
“A lot safer than bringing it home with you would be.”
“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Goodbye, Jack.” Ianto hung up and buried his head in his hands. Moments like this made him wonder whether common sense had been bred out of the human race by the 51st century.
The End
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Date: 2016-07-22 11:44 am (UTC)He brought me flowers and then spanked me with a Doctor Who paddle. Pretty good night, as these things go.
(1-602):
Awwwwwww!
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Date: 2016-07-22 11:45 am (UTC)I never said it was inaccurate, I said I hate you.
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Date: 2016-07-22 12:12 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Oppie!verse
Date: 2016-07-22 07:13 pm (UTC)I just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “Dibs!” What the hell have you been telling people about me?
It was one of the SGC’s un-birthday parties, to celebrate, well, the fact that they were all alive and Earth was still in one piece (and relatively alien-free), and also to mourn (and remember and also celebrate) anyone who had given their lives (or limbs or senses) in defense of the planet and the galaxy. John had been invited along because they were technically SGC employees, and most of the scientists liked him. A good number of the soldiers still remembered Evan and liked him, and of course he was well-liked by what scientists he worked with, but since these days he was mostly a human light switch, he spent most of his time in the Alien Tech lab.
Rodney wracked his brains. I haven’t told anyone anything specific about you. Are you okay?
I’m hiding behind Siler’s toolbox while they argue over me.
They who?
I don’t know! That’s the problem!
Evan was a soldier. Surely he could defend himself from some scientists. Rodney ducked out of Kusanagi and Radek’s debate and strode through the halls of the SGC. Where had he last seen Siler’s giant red tower of a tool cabinet?
In the botany labs. Right. Rodney veered down a corridor, and he heard shouting. He sped up.
When he got there, Dr. Parrish and Sergeant Winters were nose to nose, screaming in each other’s faces.
And there, Evan was crouched behind Siler’s tool cabinet, looking like he was ready to run - or start a fight.
“What’s going on here?” Rodney asked, raising his voice over the two combatants. Bill Lee was the Chief Science Officer on base by sheer dint of experience, but Rodney knew his own reputation was formidable.
“I called dibs on Major Lorne,” Parrish said.
“I called dibs first,” Winters insisted.
“You can’t call dibs before he gets here. That’s like calling shotgun before you’re out of the house.”
Rodney said, “You cannot call dibs on people.”
“Colonel Carter said only one person on base per week was allowed to ask Major Lorne for a specific type of baked good,” Parrish said, “and I called dibs for this week.”
Rodney relaxed.
Evan looked very confused, but he peered out from behind the tool cabinet. “For the record,” he said, “as long as you’re calling dibs on me for my baking skills and nothing else, that’s fine, but I don’t find a dibs system very practical or even really fair, especially since I spend most of my time in one department, which gives them an advantage when it comes to calling dibs.”
Winters immediately stood a little taller, because anyone who’d served with Evan still treated him like Major Lorne when he was on base. Parrish (who had a ridiculous crush on him, which he wasn’t nearly as subtle about as he thought) pouted.
Evan straightened up. “I’m going to offer a weekly raffle instead. Submit your name once. If it’s picked, it’s out of the drawing for the next 90 days, at which time it can be resubmitted.”
Kusanagi actually began taking notes.
“I’ll talk to Colonel Carter and make arrangements,” Evan said, warming up to the notion. Rodney could see multi-colored diagrams and flowcharts unspooling behind his eyes. “In the meantime, let’s just enjoy this party, shall we? And for the record, anyone attempting to call dibs on me for anything other than baking will find out fast that I have two boyfriends, and both of them are more dangerous than all of you combined.”
Parrish looked devastated. Winters looked like Evan had issued a particularly interesting challenge. Evan grabbed a cup of punch and sauntered out of the room. Rodney followed him.
Fill 2/2: Oppie!verse
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Date: 2016-07-22 12:12 pm (UTC)FILL: Teen Wolf, Danny/Ethan, Bubble Wrap
Date: 2016-07-22 07:29 pm (UTC)They were moving into an apartment together and sometime during the unpacking, they had ended up fucking in the middle of their new living room, a bunch of bubble wrap underneath them and popping with each movement. Ethan's laughter got louder when Danny thrust hard, making Ethan slide a bit, popping even more of the bubble wrap.
"Are you going to be okay?" Danny asked.
"Are you?"
"I don't know," Danny replied, flipping them over suddenly so Ethan was riding him. "But I think this was one of the best decisions that we've made in a long time."
"Oh definitely," Ethan replied with a kiss, grabbing a handful of the bubble wrap in each hand. "We are not throwing any of this out until we've popped all of it."
"That might take a while," Danny said, gasping and thrusting up hard. "There's a lot of bubble wrap here."
"So I guess that we are just going to have to have lots and lots of sex then."
"I'm good with that," Danny said, pulling Ethan in for another kiss.
Re: FILL: Teen Wolf, Danny/Ethan, Bubble Wrap
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Date: 2016-07-22 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:14 pm (UTC)Fill: (Drabble), Winnie-the-Pooh (adult version)
Date: 2016-07-22 08:07 pm (UTC)“Well,” said Pooh, “he’s not here.”
“Which means,” Piglet replied wisely, “he must be somewhere else.”
“Shall I text him back and tell him?” Pooh asked.
“I’m not sure that would be very helpful.”
“Oh,” Pooh said, “possibly not. Never mind, maybe Kanga can sort him out.”
At that moment a further text arrived, this time from Rabbit. It said, “This is what happens when you bounce off whilst still wearing the blindfold.”
“Makes sense,” said Pooh.
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Date: 2016-07-22 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:47 pm (UTC)fill: in the ceiling, armitage hux/kylo ren, star wars
Date: 2016-07-27 01:31 pm (UTC)The Knight of Ren and his General were standing in their shared bedroom with a puzzling look on their faces. It wasn't something mysterious and wonderful like a comet or a meteor, or a living instillation at the Coruscant Museum of Art. This was Ren's Lighstaber stuck in the ceiling, somehow not setting their room on fire.
"Question 1 Ren how drunk were we last night?" Hux asked tilting his head, "Question 2, how did that lightsaber get up there? I could have sworn we had no arguements."
Ren reached out his hand and used the force to pull the lightsaber from the celing. It flew into his hand as a small smirk formed on his face.
"Well one things for sure," Ren said, "this will certainly be a story to tell the grandkids."
As he disengaged the lightsaber he smacked his partner on the ass causing Hux to jump slightly. The General rolled his eyes and sighed. Being the partner of Kylo Ren had certainly been an adventure.
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Date: 2016-07-22 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 01:04 pm (UTC)fill: same time tomorrow, alexander hamilton/aaron burr
Date: 2016-07-27 02:30 pm (UTC)It's a cycle. They bitch. They scream. They humiliate each other at meetings. They declare never they want to see the other in their sight again. And then one thing leads to another and they end up here.
The two of them, naked in bed, staring at the ceiling wide eyed and panting as they came down from a sexual high. Embarrassed Aaron took the blanket and covered himself. In the name of the lord how did he get here again.
"So here we are again," Alex said again breaking the awkward silence.
"Shut up Hamilton I hate you," Aaron responded. He immediately pulled himself out of bed and started reaching for his clothing.
"That's not what you said five minutes ago," Alex quipped. Aaron had managed to put on his undergarments when he turned to glare at him for a moment as a cheeky grin formed on Alex's features. "Same time tomorrow?"
Picking up the rest of his clothing, Aaron responded with a grumble and stormed out of the room to the amusement of a laughing Alex.
The sad thing was. Alex was right. They would do this dance again tomorrow.
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Date: 2016-07-22 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 01:25 pm (UTC)(707): We are horrible
(1-707): Yeah but we're also awesome
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Date: 2016-07-22 01:26 pm (UTC)fill. The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia
Date: 2016-12-19 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 01:27 pm (UTC)(601): My bar tender texts me around 5ish and ask what I feel like, so it's ready for me when I get home. All star service.
(1-601): Dude. You are the LAST person that should live above a bar.
Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex. NASA!AU
Date: 2016-07-23 01:16 pm (UTC)Username: JPSheppard
Password: **********
[ NASA ] [ JPL ] [ JSC ] [ KSC ] [ ATLANTIS ]
[ENTER]
Chat: Ronon Dex (/AC/ATLANTIS)
SHEPPARD: I emailed everyone the mission spec for 6.
SHEPPARD: Let me know if there's anything that needs changing.
DEX: Yeah, sure. Should be fine though.
SHEPPARD: Figured-you'd be good if McKay wrote you in for a mission length
SHEPPARD: EVA by tether from the back of the station.
DEX: Think he'd clear that?
SHEPPARD: I think he'd laugh us both off campus.
DEX: Could be fun though.
SHEPPARD: Never said it wouldn't.
DEX: Anything else?
SHEPPARD: Elizabeth's surprise party.
DEX: [typing...]
SHEPPARD: No stripper routine this year, please. There's going to be children present.
DEX: First, she liked that routine.
DEX: Second, hang on. Bartender's texting me. Wants to know what I feel like
DEX: so it's ready when I get home. All-star service, man.
SHEPPARD: You are the LAST person who should live above a bar.
SHEPPARD: I don't know how you don't get liver fx tested more often.
DEX: My liver and I are healthy as fuck.
SHEPPARD: I'll remind you of that the next time you've got a hangover.
DEX: I don't get hungover.
DEX: I detox.
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Date: 2016-07-22 01:28 pm (UTC)(210): You may have gone on a date, but I ate chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs for dinner tonight. I think we both know who the real winner is here.
(662): That's a beautiful sentiment.
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Date: 2016-07-22 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-22 03:23 pm (UTC)