One Word Monday

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Hey everyone, this is withasmile87 and I'm your host this week. Today's theme is one word which means prompts can only be one word, just one. Fills of course can be any length though.

<b>Just a few rules:</b>

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 spoiler cut.

If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Dancing

+ RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Bears

+ Any, any, Snowflakes

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Evan Lorne/clone!Jack, longing

Fill 1/3

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Undercover work was long, was tiring. Jonathan had done spec ops, had done his unfair share of black ops, but undercover work was something else. He supposed the goons at the NID who were desperate to break The Trust from the inside had looked at his pretty baby face and thought, he’s young, he’s got time, we can take our time. So for at least the first six months, he was supposed to work at Sheppard Industries, make himself invaluable to Sheppard Junior (and technically Dave Sheppard was Sheppard Junior Junior, John Sheppard being the oldest son), and earn an unimpeachable reputation.

Jonathan knew he was unimpeachable as a personal assistant. He was always at the office before Dave Sheppard, made his coffee just how he liked it, and learned to do a hundred different things to make his life easier.

When Dave gave him the asinine assignment to find out what kind of pony Anna wanted for her birthday, Jonathan approached the task with aplomb. He called Anna and asked to schedule a time to see her (after school the next day), and when he arrived, he was dressed in a jacket, suit, and tie. He let the housemaid show him into the den, and he was polite, attentive when Anna was brought in. He interviewed her extensively, about her wishes and desires in a pony, color and size, her goals for being an equestrienne, interested in dressage? Then he fired up his company-issued laptop, and together they looked at pictures of ponies, so she could pick just the right color.

Anna had been flattered from the get-go, to be treated like an Important Grownup, and Jonathan heard her asking her mother, as the maid showed him to the door, if he could come visit again.

Dave Sheppard looked alarmed at the perfect sincerity with which Jonathan submitted his memo, complete with pictures, exhibits of pricing options, as well as projections for future costs, like tack, riding gear, and riding lessons.

Jonathan slowly marshalled the other personal assistants into some semblance of order, converted them over to his way of doing things so the entire board of directors at Sheppard Industries worked like a well-oiled machine. If the boys slacked off and got fired, got replaced by pretty girls, Jonathan would be the odd man out, and his efficiency would be hampered by lack of unity. If anyone thought his behavior was strange, well, he had been a staff officer for a general at the Pentagon. Military efficiency was just part of his training.

Every morning, Jonathan rose before the sun, went on a run.

While he ran, he listened to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They had eleven studio albums, so he started from the oldest and listened to them in chronological order. Then, because he was ‘young’, he made mixed playlists for his shiny new iPod, mixes like running and songs to have sex to and hey you. It wasn’t his usual thing, but he could see why Evan liked it, the intricacy of it, the slightly nonsensical lyrics that slipped and slid like poetry. The songs were like stepping onto another planet. Like Earth, but not quite. Familiar, but just exotic enough to be memorable, to be alluring.

Jonathan got the sense that the lead singer might know something about the situation Jonathan was in.

We are all just soldiers in this battlefield of life
One thing that's for certain is my burning appetite

Jonathan missed Evan. Fiercely. He didn’t have anything from his former life, not the books Evan had sent him, not those precious rings, not even Evan’s beautiful sketchbook.

Sometimes, when he was feeling daring, he’d mosey on down to the public library, jump on one of their computers - using an old lady’s login he’d conned out of her, feigning broke college student desperate to print out an article for a research paper - and look up the website for Sheila’s gallery. She had photos of Evan’s art, sometimes, always watermarked for protection purposes.

Jonathan could gaze at the pictures, at the fine lines, at the bold brush strokes, and remember Evan’s hands, so warm and strong and perfect.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, retribution

Not a fill yet

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately I used up all of my evening on Pathology and most of my brain cells--I can probably recite every possible cancer in dogs--but there will be pirate 'verse.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, gentle

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, lascivious

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Dancing

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Bears

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Snowflakes

Fill The Flash, Joe/Caitlin

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Caitlin smiles as she lifts her hand high and, with the greatest of ease, conjures up a tiny flurry of snowflakes. They drift through the air of the living room, floating slowly towards the ground and Dawn laughs her contagious eight month old laugh as she waves her hands in the air, eyes wide as she tries to catch as many of them as she can. She's so enthusiastic about it that she almost topples over backwards, catches herself in time and turns a necessity into a virtue, starting to crawl after a particular flake that's become separated from the rest.


By the time she gets to it though, it's melting on the floor like the rest and she turns back to Caitlin, fixes her with the kind of adorable glare that only an eight month old baby can manage. Waving her arms up and down at Caitlin, she emits a grunt which Caitlin thinks is supposed to be an order and when Caitlin's not quick enough about complying, another one follows, this one more shrill, with accompanying pouty lip.


"Well, what are you waiting for?"


An amused voice comes from the stairs behind her and Caitlin half turns, but not before she sees Dawn grinning at her grandpa. Joe comes the rest of the way down the stairs, saying as he does, "I recognise that look from her mother... you'd better do your best Elsa before she starts screaming." He's teasing and it makes her smile. Setting Don on the floor beside Dawn, he sits down on the couch beside Caitlin, looks at her expectantly. "Well?"


Her cheeks are warm but that's no impediment and seconds later, both babies are chasing snowflakes with identical grins on their faces. Caitlin's keeping an eye on them, but she glances at Joe quickly. "I thought you wouldn't like me using my powers around them."


Joe makes a face as he leans back against the couch cushions. "They're eight months old, who're they gonna tell?" he points out. "Besides..." He chuckled as Don actually did topple over while stretching and Dawn crawled over and patted his head as if to check that he was all right. "It's pretty cute."


Caitlin sends around round of snowflakes over the twins' heads, smiling as they squeal and clap. "Yeah," she agrees. "They're cute kids."


Joe's hand closes over her knee. "Not just the kids," he says, his voice deep and low. When she turns to look at him, his eyes are dark, warm enough to melt any snow. It echoes the heat suddenly pooling low in her stomach as he leans in to kiss her gently, quickly because they have babies to mind.


Not quickly enough because Caitlin feels a little hand slapping at her ankle, breaks away and looks down to see Dawn glaring up at her with that same adorable pout. "Looks like you've got a job, Meemaw," he jokes and she doesn't even try to hide her eye roll at the nickname he insists on teasing her with every time they babysit his grandkids.


"Just for that," she tells him as she scoops up Dawn, having realised that the child's pout isn't entirely to do with missing snowflakes, "you're on diaper duty."


He sighs, but with a grin, steal another kiss before he vanishes up the stairs, Dawn's little hands reaching out for Caitlin as he goes. In the meantime, Caitlin sends more snowflakes dancing over Don's head, enjoying his shriek of delight.


And she smiles as she does so - after all, there are far worse secret identities to have than this.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/any, Impala

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, Halloween

Fill - Mystery Science Theater 3000 [G]

[morethanmending.livejournal.com]

Characters: Joel Robinson, Crow T. Robot, Tom Servo
Fic Contains: crack

Summary: The Bots discuss what they plan to be for Halloween this year.

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"Joel, this year I want to be something scary for Halloween," Tom said as they made their way back from the theater.

"Yeah, something really scary!" Crow added, gangly limbs clacking as they climbed the stairs to the bridge.

"Okay," Joel said, amicable as ever. "What were you thinking? Vampire? Werewolf?"

"Oh, no," Tom said, hovering towards the small table on the bridge and setting down next to the movie sign. "Those aren't scary."

Joel leaned back against the table. "Zombie?" he asked.

"Pssh, listen to him," Crow said, rolling his ping-pong eyes. "He thinks zombies are scary."

"Yeah, Joel," Tom said. "We see those monsters every week. We know they aren't scary."

Joel sighed and crossed his arms. "Okay, then what?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe I'd be a tax collector," Tom mused, bubble head swiveling towards Joel.

"Yeah," Crow said, "or maybe an insurance claims adjuster."

"Or one of those ladies with the hairy arms who serves soggy food to school children," Tom said.

"Yeah, and you have a cold and keep sneezing on the burgers," Crow added, giggling.

Joel stared between the bots. "Uh-"

"I could be a medical doctor without a license to practice," Crow said.

"A white collar criminal with aspirations of starting my own ponzi scheme," Tom chirped.

"An angry nun with a ruler?" Crow suggested.

"Ooh, how about this," Tom said, pausing for effect. "A politician. I heard those guys are really scary," he murmured, slinky arms wiggling.

"Guys," Joel said.

"Brilliant!" Crow exclaimed. "Come on," he called to Tom. "Let's find Gypsy and get started on our costumes. Joel, is it okay if I borrow your good suit?"

"Hey, I was going to borrow his suit!" Tom shouted, hovering after Crow. "Crow, I was going to borrow it!"

Joel watched as the bots scurried down the hall before disappearing from sight. He sighed, long and low, and gave a half-hearted shrug. "Gee, Joel, and what are you going to be?" he muttered to no one in particular before following his boys off the bridge.

---

End.

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Mac + Logan, friendship

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/any male or Tony/any male, belt

Fill

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

"Oh God, this is painful," Steve groans.

"Come on, it's not that bad," Pepper chides him.

"That noise is terrible!"

"These days, they call that noise 'music'," Natasha informs him playfully.

"That is not music."

"These days, that's a golden oldie," says Clint with a grin.

Steve wears a resigned expression, but everyone else is enjoying karaoke night, especially Tony and Bruce, who are up on stage belting out an enthusiastic rendition of "She Blinded Me With Science".

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Tennis RPF, any male/male, swimming

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow or Flash or LoT, any, threesome

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, any, sorry

Fill: Gundam Wing - Quatre Winner/Trowa Barton - Judgement

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

It should have been easy to accept that he was wrong and let it go. To say he was sorry to the man he loved with every ounce of his being and yet Quatre fought it every single time.

He knew that Trowa wouldn't ever judge him or hold his anger or miscalculations against him. But, then maybe that was the problem. Maybe Quatre wanted to be judged, to be found wanting in Trowa's eyes. To finally that moment arrive that he knew was bound to happen.

Sooner or later Quatre let everyone down. He'd been a disappointment to his father and had never lived up to any of the expectations he'd put on himself. Not. One. No matter how hard he tried he always fell short of what he wanted or felt he needed to accomplish.

Even his best was never going to be good enough. Why couldn't Trowa see that and accept the inevitable? Why did he have to keep forgiving and understanding the merger effort that Quatre could do?

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, curious

Fill. Stargate Multiverse, Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter, John, Rodney, Daniel. Deaged AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The comedy of what was playing out in front of him was not lost on Jack: all three of his sons, contrite for the sake of their mother but clearly not ashamed of themselves in any way, sitting at the conference room table in a row with Cameron Mitchell and Vala Mal Doran smirking at them.

He gave the pair the sternest look he could manage, and after a decade plus of being a stay at home dad, Jack was a little bit pleased to see Mitchell drop the smirk in a snap. (He hadn't expected nor did he get the same response from Vala.

That woman was several kinds of nuts.)

Surveying the boys, Jack set one hand on the back of a chair and leaned into it, demanding, “What were you thinking?” in a firm tone. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you should be in right now?”

“Pot brownies trouble or...” Rodney trailed off once Jack zeroed in on his son.

“This isn't funny.”

John definitely wanted to say something at that, but seemed to think better of it and instead, left Rodney to try to talk them out of the punishment all three had to surely know was coming. Sam, however, quickly put a stop to that by telling them, “You should all be under arrest for trespassing, number one. I won't list off the other charges people get for sneaking onto a government base.”

“Should be?” Daniel asked, perking up.

“If it weren't for my position as base commander, you would have been, but thankfully my superiors are willing to let me deal with my kids how I see fit,” she replied.

“Oh, no,” Rodney murmured.

“Oh, yes. Forget grounding, if you three are so curious what it is I do on this base, then you're all drafted. Dad's going to drop you off with me after school and you can help me with all the fun side tasks of my job. Like filing. And speaking with the quartermaster.”

It was Daniel who looked plaintively at Jack, but he quickly realized that was a lost cause. “But we're not supposed to be down here!”

“Oh, you won't be seeing, hearing, bearing witness to, or being involved in anything top secret. It's Deep Space Telemetry, not interplanetary travel.”

Jack nearly choked on his tongue.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck or Graceland or Burn Notice or Leverage, any, mission

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

NCIS, any, regret

Fill: NCIS - Timothy McGee - Bonding

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the big things that Tim regretted when his father died. Sure he was sad that there would be an empty chair at his wedding and that the holidays would never been the same even if still enjoyed them. No, it was the small things, the tiny moments when they connected and for the flash of a single word or thought actually understood each other.

There would never be another epiphany or moment of understanding that this, whatever this was, was something that tied them together and proved despite their many differences that they were indeed father and son.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, foreplay

FILL: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, nsfw, bitting

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Dean’s inner thigh throbs where Sam bit him, more than one bite, teeth nipping into soft, pliant skin. His thighs quiver while he’s breathing in a shaky inhale, his chest hitching whenever Sam’s teeth nip across the shaky muscles. The heat of pleasure roars through his skin, pumped through his veins like a blazing fire. His chest is still tight as he gasps for air, panting breathlessly as Sam lingers down between his legs. Dean’s shivering and biting his lower lip, a full-body shiver trembling through him as heat coils tighter in his belly. Sam’s mouths leisurely drag over his inner thigh, wetting the warm skin, eliciting tiny goose bumps upon Dean’s skin before teeth leave their mark once again. His brother’s possessive urge to bite and claim and mark sends pleasant electrical shocks twisting Dean’s belly. Sam’s palm skates over Dean’s teeth-bitten thighs, pushing them wider apart, exposing him; his nails scratch over the teeth marks, burning Dean in the best way before they touch him so tenderly, lingering over the raw kiss-bitten marks, before the teeth return to claim his flesh once again. Like a predator about to devour his prey, Sam climbs up Dean’s body, and in reach of brother’s sweet, soft lips, Dean titles his head up in a silent plea for a kiss. Sam palms his cheeks and nips at his lips as they kiss, sending Dean into bliss with the promise of a night he won’t forget.

♥ END ♥

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any, Thiruvellakkulam

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU/Agents of SHIELD, Sam Wilson/Leo Fitz, flying

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Wanda Maximoff+/Any female character (except Skye), touch

[entireoranges.livejournal.com]

RPF, David Duchovny/Gillian Anderson, Chance

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (AOS), Hikaru Sulu/Ben Sulu, cuddling

FIll: Star Trek, Ben/Hikaru, Cuddling

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

"It's been too long, Hikaru," Ben mumbled into his husband's neck. Hikaru had cuddled with him on the couch after putting Demora to bed, the little girl too excited to sleep after finding out that daddy wasn't going back to space for awhile. "I missed you."

Hikaru turned over to face Ben. "I missed you too." He kissed him and took Ben's hand, holding it tightly. "I'm sorry my job takes me away for so long. It's so hard to be away from you two for long. I feel like I'm missing out on everything, especially with Demora. I mean-"

Ben let go of Hikaru's hand and brought a finger up to his lips, silencing him. "It's okay. She knows you love her, and so do I." He wrapped his arm around Hikaru's waist and held him tightly. "No matter how far away space takes you, we will always be right here waiting for you when you return."

"What did I do to deserve a man like you," Hikaru whispered before kissing Ben again. "I love you."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings, tea

No fill, but

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

I ♥ these boys

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, sunburn