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withasmile87 and it's hump day and we are halfway through the week which means just two more days guest hosting for me. Hard to believe it's passing by quickly. Today's prompt is E-cards whichs means all your prompts should come from those saying on the someecards website. The website can be found here.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 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]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, PromptSome examples to get the ball rolling...
+ RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, I'm sorry I got drunk and liked so many of your instagram photos.
+ Scream(TV), Audrey Jensen/Emma Duval, I'm going to stay in tonight and wait on your booty call.
+ Dead of Summer, Drew Reeves/Blair Ramos, My signature move includes falling down in public.We use 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 Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1(not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:23 am (UTC)FILL - Part 1/2
Date: 2016-10-17 03:34 am (UTC)His eyes blinked open, then quickly shut again at the brightness and accompanying burning behind his eyeballs. He cursed and rose his arm to shield his face, then sat up.
As luck would have it, it was at that exact moment that the room decided to start spinning. Louis fell back and felt his body hit something much harder than he’d expected. He blinked again, forcing his eyes to stay open this time, ignoring the thundering in his head as best he could.
He was sprawled on the floor of his bedroom, half-on, half-off the rug. He stared at the ceiling until he could make himself focus, and sighed deeply. He tried sitting up again, this time much more carefully.
Harry was curled up by the headboard of the bed, one shoe hanging off his foot, the other cradled in the crook of his arm like a football.
Louis groaned as he hoisted himself up and staggered toward the window to deal with the offending sunbeam. He yanked the cord, and the blinds promptly collapsed in a heap on the floor. Bright, punishing, natural light flooded the room.
“Fuck.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” Harry rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. “Close the fucking blinds.” His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy, even deeper than usual.
“They’re not cooperating at the moment,” Louis dropped the cord.
Harry sat up and scrubbed his face with his hands.
“Where are we?”
“Home.” Louis smoothed his hair down a bit and pulled away sticky fingers. Did he want to know?
“How’d we get here?”
“No idea.” Louis wiped his hand on his jeans.
Harry was attempting to untwist his shirt from around his left arm.
“Why’d you break the blinds?”
“I didn’t break…” Louis raised his voice, and they both cringed at the noise.
Harry lapsed into staring into space while Louis rummaged around for his cigarettes. He unearthed a pack from beneath a crumpled hoodie. It was smashed and soaking wet. Louis was starting to really hope he’d gotten doused with beer at some point the previous night.
Harry suddenly shook himself.
“Okay. Wallet check.”
Louis patted his various pockets, then gave a thumbs-up.
“Phone check.”
Louis searched himself again, but eventually found his smart phone peeking out from under the bed. He grabbed it and held it up.
“How’s your battery?”
Louis thought that was a stupid question, but he looked.
“Almost run down.”
Harry narrowed his eyes and snatched up his own phone.
“Damage control.”
Louis dragged his foot through several piles of discarded items on the floor, hoping to come across the charging cable without any more unpleasant surprises.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking to make sure you didn’t text anyone as me that we were having wild monkey sex on the balcony. Again.” Harry was squinting at the screen of his smart phone.
“That was one time, and I apologized.” Louis grumbled.
“My mum may have forgiven you, but I never have.” Harry’s fingers moved methodically over his phone. “You updated your Twitter.”
Louis sniffed and made a face when he hit a damp spot on the rug.
“With what?”
“Zayn is a wanker. Zayn in all caps.”
Louis nodded in agreement with himself.
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:29 am (UTC)Mini-Fill: The Faculty - Casey Connor / Zeke Tyler
Date: 2016-08-31 10:02 am (UTC)Casey stared at his lover. He looked so good as ever after a round of hot sex; totally relaxed he was lying on his back, eyes closed, smoking. Casey loved these moments of nearness, sometimes even more than the sex itself. It happened only rarely that Zeke allowed him a glance behind his shell; usually, he put on the mask of the tough guy how didn't care much about others. He needed some distance to feel safe.
Casey had never fooled himself about their relationship; it was all about sex, good sex and he was determined to get as much of it as possible. Even more shocking Zeke's suggestion to go out into a movie or a club, maybe both, next weekend.
"You asked me for a date?"
He wasn't sure if he had heard right.
Zeke grinned wide and Casey felt the heat rushing through his body. Holy shit, he was hot!
"That's what people do when they are in a relationship; they leave the bed at least now and then."
The world almost stopped turning around; Casey gasped for air.
"We are in a relationship?"
How embarrassing. When a stupid kind of question was this?
Suddenly Zeke looked more serious, his smile almost shy.
"I hope so," he murmured.
"Because, you know, I miss you, even when I'm not horny."
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Date: 2016-08-31 09:17 am (UTC)Fill : The Flash, Joe/Caitlin
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Date: 2016-08-31 10:39 am (UTC)Fill -- Political Animals, Douglas + TJ Hammond
Date: 2016-09-01 01:05 am (UTC)Douglas Hammond is having A Day. Being his mother's Chief of Staff is like juggling chainsaws while riding a unicycle on a tightrope across a pit filled with hungry tigers. It's tricky, and he's constantly afraid it won't end well.
Today's crises are multiple fatalities after a bridge collapse in Oregon, and, four American college students being held in Romania after they'd graffitied a historical site. Add to that, it's his birthday, and he's pretty sure the quiet dinner with Anne isn't going to happen, at least not tonight.
Alice is scanning the printout of the statement he's going to make about the bridge collapse when he walks into her office. She hands him a copy, and he skims through it.
"Great stuff," he says after a moment. "I especially like the part where you hang Fred Collier up like a piñata."
She sniffs. "He deserves it. He abandoned all Garcetti's remedial infrastructure plans before the man was even cold. I have the numbers from the proposed budget--Oregon's share would have significantly upgraded that bridge and done a lot of good elsewhere in the state, but he decided new spy satellites were more important."
"I have no problem hanging that asshole out to dry," Douglas says, looking up from the page.
"Oh, and you didn't hear it from me," Alice adds, "but I saw your brother go into the Oval a little while ago."
Mom has enough on her plate right now...the last time TJ paid her a visit, she'd been crying when he left. With everything else going on today, she doesn't need to deal with her problem child.
He heads back to the Oval. "Pauline Samson is in with her now," says his mom's assistant. "They're having a conference call with the Romanian Prime Minister."
"Have you seen my brother at all?"
"He popped by with some lovely flowers just before the Secretary of State got here. He wasn't in there for more than five minutes, tops."
At least TJ hasn't upset her this time. She never did explain what that had been about, but lately, TJ has been suspiciously happy. True, he'd handled the brouhaha surrounding Dad's heart attack with surprising aplomb, but in his experience, when TJ gets too happy, it usually means he's about to do something stupid, like that nightclub business. Word is, he's been trying to get financed to buy that piano store he's been working at. He hasn't come around to tap him for a loan--could that be why he'd been in to see Mom?
When he gets back to his office, two things are immediately obvious: There's a big blue envelope in the middle of his desk, and TJ is sitting in his desk chair, feet up. He's helped himself to a Tootsie Pop from the jar on the credenza, and he's smiling.
"To what do I owe the honor?" Doug asks dryly, expecting a sales pitch.
TJ sits up and takes the lollipop out of his mouth. "What, I can't come by to wish my dweeby little brother a happy birthday?"
Doug starts to retort that it's only a ten-minute age difference, and stops with his mouth open.
"You forgot, didn't you?" TJ is smirking.
"I'm sorry, bro" Doug says sheepishly. "I totally spaced."
"No big deal. Mom wants to do a family dinner around eight tonight. You've still got time."
Maybe he can ask Anne to run out for something? Because he sure as hell isn't going to have time this afternoon to run out and shop.
TJ slides the envelope toward him. Doug sets the speech carefully on the desk and picks up the blue rectangle. It's a typical birthday card. It says "Happy Birthday" on the front over a drawing of a cake. Inside, "to the
family memberI'm least ashamed to be related to". Above the crossed-out words, he's scribbled in "brother". Below the message are his initials."It's not like you have any other brothers to be ashamed of." There's a gift card from Barnes and Noble; he can add some goodies to the Nook he seldom has time to use.
Yeah, I know. Lucky for you, or you might not be in last place." TJ hops up from the chair, gives him a hug and ruffles his hair with both hands. "See you tonight."
"Damn it, I have to give a statement In a half-hour!"
"Yeah, and make-up services will run a comb through your hair." TJ strides out of the office, and Douglas sighs.
Time to get back to the circus.
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