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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: 2016-12-17 02:33 pm (UTC)But God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?
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Date: 2016-12-17 03:49 pm (UTC)FILL: SPN, weechesters, A Kitten For Christmas
Date: 2016-12-24 02:30 pm (UTC)Dean is sure Dad will not let his brother keep the kitten, despite the fact old man winter has blown in a chilly storm; they move around a lot and keeping the kitten in a cramped car or a stuffy motel room is not a thriving life for an animal.
But for now, Sammy is happy, so is the kitten given the full body purr rumbling through her tiny body, and Dean lets his brother be. Dad will not be home for a few hours, and Dean sees no harm in letting Sammy play with the tiny kitten.
His little brother hasn’t stopped grinning since he found the kitten behind the motel, sadly deserted by a stranger and let alone in the chilly winter air—and Dean doesn’t have the heart to break the happy boys spirt.
While Dean prepares lunch for him and Sammy, the little tot settles on the bed, and no sooner does he sit down on the lumpy mattress, than does the kitten cuddle up on his lap, her fuzzy tail swishing happily as she purrs merrily.
She is leisurely licking her paw and swiping it over her ears. Sammy finds that special spot behind her ear that makes the sweetest purr rumbles from her tiny lungs and when Dean gazes at Sammy, he is met with the biggest grin lighting up the little boy's face.
Sammy needs a pet, a furry friend, and Dean thought maybe, fingers crossed, he can convince their dad to let his brother keep the cute kitten.
Come nightfall, John had no intention of letting Sammy keep the kitten, however, one look at those puppy dog eyes and that sweet face warmed his heart. He could not send the kitten away, not when Sammy was so joyful, bundled under a blanket on the bed, with the kitten snuggled up with him and purring sweetly as if to sing him a lullaby.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2016-12-17 04:21 pm (UTC)FILL - Part 1/3
Date: 2017-01-03 03:58 am (UTC)Louis was contemplating his next move in Spider Solitaire when there was a knock on his hotel room door.
“Yeah,” he called out distractedly.
The knob turned, and the door slowly swung open.
Zayn sauntered in and plopped down in the chair opposite Louis, who was sitting at a small table near the window.
Louis closed the cover on his iPad and looked up.
“Coming to collect?”
Zayn slouched further in his seat and smirked.
Louis snorted and reached for his wallet.
“Let’s see…five pounds if he let you kiss him.”
Zayn tapped the table, and Louis put a bill down.
“Ten pounds with tongue.”
Zayn tapped again. A ten note joined the five.
“Twenty for a handjob.”
When Zayn tapped yet again, Louis raised his eyebrows, impressed. He added the twenty to the pile and rummaged in his wallet.
“Fifty for a blowjob.”
Zayn waved his hand over the bills on the table.
“Well. Thirty-five pounds isn’t bad for fifteen minutes’ work. Now you can buy more weed.”
Zayn seemed to be contemplating the money.
“Unless you want to double-down on the head.” Louis offered.
“You two are disgusting.”
Liam was in the doorway, glowering at them with the utmost contempt.
Zayn barely turned his head. He slid the bills across the table back to Louis.
“Just keeping things interesting.”
“He’s a kid.” Liam said.
“Thank you, Old Man Payno.” Louis mocked.
“Nothing happened he didn’t want to.” Zayn shrugged.
“You’re manipulating him.” Liam accused.
Zayn shrugged again.
“This is so typical of you, Zayn. You think you can use whoever you want however you want.”
Louis rolled his eyes.
Zayn stood up and walked to the door. He stepped into Liam’s space.
Liam swallowed, but held his ground.
Zayn leaned forward so that his face was centimeters from Liam’s.
“You liked it.”
He grinned when Liam flushed and looked away, then disappeared down the hall.
Louis chuckled as he returned his wallet to his back pocket.
Liam glared at him.
“Save it.” Louis said before Liam could speak. He made a “shoo” gesture. “Go find somewhere to grow up. And stop skulking around my door. It’s creepy.”
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Date: 2016-12-17 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-17 04:47 pm (UTC)One drop of love from him and my heart's in ecstasy
The high that is sending me is most likely ending me
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Date: 2016-12-17 05:09 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-12-18 05:54 am (UTC)And then there was the Secret Santa exchange. Making sure everyone on base was signed up and then getting a name distributed to everyone had been a logistical nightmare. Evan would rather evacuate the entire expedition back to Earth through the Stargate with nothing but ducks as pack animals than do that again.
But when the Christmas feast finally arrived, it was all worth it. The stress and sleepless nights and endless arguments and begging and pleading were worth it. The food was delicious. There were carols and candles and readings from dozens of different scriptures about peace and joy and goodwill.
And then came the presents.
Once Evan had assembled all the names for the occasion, he’d handed it off to Naoe the database engineer so not even he knew who his Secret Santa was.
But as soon as he opened the box and looked inside, he knew. Recognized the handwriting immediately. An IOU from Colonel Sheppard.
One paperwork task of your choice.
Evan thought of the upcoming employee evaluations he had to fill out, smiled, and went to wish Sheppard a Merry Christmas. He was nowhere to be found.
Radek had always appreciated the concept of a Secret Santa gift exchange. Growing up as impoverished as he had, it had always been impossible for everyone in his family to buy gifts for everyone else, so having to come up with just one was something he was good at. Coming up with a meaningful but economical gift was a talent he’d honed over the years, and he was proud of the gift he’d chosen for Colonel Sheppard.
The man was much smarter than he let on. Radek knew this because, unlike Rodney, he actually read the personnel files. Rodney had listened to Elizabeth’s suggestion all those years ago, that they look at some of the military files and see which soldiers could do double duty in the lab with the education they had, and Radek had seen Sheppard’s file.
Sheppard was practically a mathematical genius. That time he’d been confused about combinatorics? A lie.
Radek thought ahead, and he thought quickly. He found the best graphing calculator he could get on short notice, and then he programmed it to include games like Tetris and Galaga. Colonel Sheppard would be able to do all the complex math he wanted but still play games - and play dumb - if he so chose.
And maybe he’d understand that someone was onto him and be more forthcoming about his smarts in the future.
Sadly, Colonel Sheppard was nowhere to be found when the gift exchange was finished. Radek suspected the man was tucked into a corner someone, playing Galaga already, and he was pleased.
“But I already got my Secret Santa gift,” Rodney said dumbly.
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Date: 2016-12-17 08:19 pm (UTC)I don't care what you think
as long as it's about me.
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Date: 2016-12-17 08:22 pm (UTC)A smile safe-crackers understand
is rendering this steady hand obsolete.
You thought you caught my slight of hand
but you could never undersand
No, not me.(Astronautalis)
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Date: 2016-12-17 08:23 pm (UTC)Filled: SGA McShep
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