Thursday, Thursday - Under 50 Words

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Good morning Everyone! Happy Thursday. I'm evil_little_dog. Today's theme is word counts, specifically for fics Fifty Words and Under!

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, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Star Trek TOS: Christine Chapel+/Spock, Sore Throat

+ Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Her journal is almost incomprehensible.

+ Lucifer, Mazikeen+Trixie Decker, Trixie's being bullied (again). Maze decides to teach her to fight.

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.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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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[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, male with only one clean pair of underwear left, and they are adorable looking

Supernatural, Dean Winchester

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Shit... should have done laundry earlier...

Dean feels around the drawer until his fingers brush satin smoothness.

He blushes, glances over his shoulder. He's alone... they're the only ones he has clean...

He pulls his jeans on over them, smiling at his secret as he heads out on the hunt.

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, wrong number

Double Fill, Supernatural, Dean/Crowley

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The phone rings twice.

"666."

The third time, he barks into the phone, "What?"

Silence for a moment, then, "I believe this is what is commonly called a 'butt dial'. Sorry. Except I'm not, because irritating you brings me an inordinate amount of pleasure."

Dean smirks at the false bluster he hears. "Three times. Right."

"Well, I certainly wasn't trying to call you," Crowley protests.

The touch of insecurity makes Dean's smile soften. "What if I'm glad you did?" he relents. "Meet me for a drink."

Crowley's silent for a long moment before replying, "Thirty minutes," and disconnecting the call.

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,
"Awe, so cute! Is it a boy or girl?"
"Uh, its obviously a dinosaur!"

Fill, Frasier, One-Sided

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing answering the phone, Niles?" Frasier scowled at the receiver. Hearing his brother's tinny voice, he returned the earpiece. "Well, obviously, I tried calling home but -"

Niles interrupted him and Frasier rolled his eyes, replacing the receiver in its cradle. "Wrong number."

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, getting ditched by the sidekick

Fill x6, Sky High (Layla, Magenta, Zach, Warren, M/Z, L/W)

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

Greenfingers surveyed the disaster zone in front of them.

"Well, we may not be able to help with the rebuilding, given our powers, but we can help make it a greener, pleasanter place. If we go over to the arboretum first thing tomorrow and get some seeds, I can—"

The hamster crouched on her shoulder sighed.

"Hey, Magenta!" Illumination hissed, "want to go get pizza?"

Magenta turned to look at her boyfriend.

"Absolutely," she squeaked, and ran off her best friend's shoulder, leaping onto the waiting hand.

"Wait," Greenfingers, also known as Layla Williams, demanded. "Did I just get ditched?"

"By your sidekick for pizza with the glow-worm? Yeah, you did," Warren Peace, who'd been watching all the while, said with a smirk.

“She’s not my sidekick,” Layla retorted, turning her back on the rubble to watch the tall guy she’d known from high school chattering to the hamster in his hand. It wasn’t such an unusual sight for them. Layla knew Magenta would return to human form when she could find a suitable place to change.

“Still ditched you, though.”

“You don’t think my plan’s stupid, though? I know everywhere has to be rebuilt but—“

“She’ll be there tomorrow, hippie.” Warren said. “And so will I, but for now, there’s nothing we can do.”

Layla was still watching the other couple.

“Except follow their example.”

“And go get pizza?” he asked.

“Food, at least.” Layla now turned to look at Warren. He wore his suit as Hothead, but his mask was off and he looked tired. “We can go to mine, order takeout.”

“Cantonese, inevitably.”

“You know me too well,” she said, managing to get a proper smile out of him.

Magenta apologized the next day for ditching her friend. Layla said she hadn’t minded at all.

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, pressing an unlabeled button and suddenly everyone in the room is speaking a foreign language, loudly

MCU fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"Tony! Što ty zrabiŭ?" Natasha glared accusingly.

"Tony! ¿Qué hiciste?" Clint asked.

"Tony! O que você fez?" Bruce asked.

"Mr. Stark! nuq yap!" Vision said.

"I didn't do anyth- wait, Vision, did you just speak Klingon?"

"luq! JARVIS ghun SoH je QeD fiction Hol ben."

"Guess there's no Klingon word for fiction, huh."

"Ba' wej."

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any, any, a real treat

Triple Fill, Supernatural, Sam & Lucifer

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"So... you're saying his powers are... completely gone." Sam rises, an unsettling smile on his lips as he focuses his attention on the weakened archangel.

"No, no, that's not what he's saying, not at all..." Lucifer stands up too, backing away with his hands raised. "Be careful, Sammy, you wouldn't wanna piss me-"

His words break off as Sam moves with lightning speed, slams him into the wall, too close, his large hand a vice around Lucifer's throat... and all he can muster is a bit of glowing red in his eyes - nothing to back it up.

"If you could smite me," Sam points out softly. "You'd have done it by now." He steps back a little, and the archangel struggles to regain breath that he shouldn't need, all too aware of his powerlessness as Sam remarks with chilling pleasure in his tone, "Well. Isn't this just an... unexpected treat."

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "This means war!"

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, brother

Any, Any - Brother

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Jace looked over at Alec, a feeling of incredible happiness crashed over him at seeing Alec. Alec was his best friend, his Parabatie and his brother. True, they weren't brothers by blood, they were brothers by choice. Something he would never change.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, fire

Any, Any - Fire

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Magnus closed his eyes, rubbing his hands together, feeling the warmth spreading down his arms, to his hands ending in his fingertips. He opened his eyes and smiled, feeling the power surge inside himself. He placed his hands over the cold wood in the fireplace and spoke the spell.

He felt the surge of energy as it left him, knocking him back a bit. He pulled his hands away as the logs burst into flames, engulfed by the fire he'd created. He felt tingling in his fingers, a residual side effect of the spell and rubbed at them

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hellboy (movies), Hellboy/John Meyer, apology

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movies), James Logan/Scott Summers, too much

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

John Wick, John Wick/any, safe

Fill, "Safe"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Helen leans into his chest and John wraps his arms tightly around her. He gives her a kiss on the top of her head. Inhales her scent, soft and floral. He feels his heart swell.

This is safe.

This is love.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Gifted, John Proudstar/Clarice Fong, inevitable

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Riddick (movies), Boss Johns/Richard Riddick, hide and seek

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, caught out in a rainstorm

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, Angel (+/ any), old photographs

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Friends, Joey Tribbiani/Rachel Green, note left on the Magna Doodle

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any, any f/f, You are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl

FILL - MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Everyone had always assumed it would be Tony, and an outrageously lavish wedding with hundreds of guests, a custom designer gown, and a tiara of real diamonds.

But Pepper opted for a simple affair. It was enough to finally be able to call the woman of her dreams her wife.

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Any, any, once upon a time

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

any, any, I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you
But not as much as I do

Oops, was this supposed to be 50 words? [Punisher (Netflix tv series), Frank Castle/Karen Page]

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

A/N: goddamn this series is fucked up and I love it.

It’s another year, another muckraking story for Karen, another spat of bullets whizzing through the window of her studio apartment in the dead of night. Her bed was tucked in a corner away from the windows but the bookshelf in front of it – the bookshelf that saved her life that night – bleeds shreds of paper and broken spines across the floor.

Frank’s fists clench at the sight.

"Just look at this, Karen! I can’t – you can’t shrug this off like it’s nothing!"

Some sackless lowlife shit nearly killed her and Frank hadn’t even known until David’s program picked it up on the police scanner. There had been an uptick in acts of intimidation against other journalists lately. Karen, though – Karen was the only one they tried to kill.

He gives in to the urge to sweep up the nearest binder still on a shelf and fling it across the room at the piled remains of her desk. Karen breathes in sharply but her eyes narrow as well, chin jutting out aggressively.

She steps towards him; she’s never shied away from Frank’s temper when it’s focused on her. Hell, he’d probably caused that, hadn’t he? The first time they met he’d told her she was safe. If he’d realized the kind of shit she’d pull – and he should have, when she fled the blast of a shotgun and parried with a photo of his family shoved up to his face – he should have put the fear of God into her then.

"I’m not going to stop this story, Frank. People need to know –"

"Bullshit this 'people always need to know!'" He sneers. "I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, sweeping in to right the injustices of old ladies and puppies –"

Karen scoffs.

"— but they don’t." Frank grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her in, desperate to make her listen before he has to find her body cooling in the street, face a concave remnant of viscera. "They don’t, Karen. They don’t. Not as much as I do. You’re my –"

The word dies in Frank’s throat and comes out a half-mangled sound. He’s never said it in all the years they’ve known each other. He buried the concept years ago. But if it will make Karen stay away, keep her safe, then he can do this.

Karen’s hands curl around his elbows, breath quickening in a way Frank’s cursing and raging hadn’t been able to do. "Frank."

He digs for the word, tries to define what they’ve refused to for years, but Karen gets herself together first. Her fingers tighten, digging into a tender spot on his arms. "You needed to know once," she says softly. "Maria and Lisa and Frank Jr."

The word crawls back into its pit unsaid before the ghosts can howl at the affront to their memory. "Don’t," he growls. "Don’t try to use them against me, goddamn you."

She pulls herself away but Frank’s grip leaves red imprints on her arms. Frank watches her circle around him and pick up the manila folder on her bed, chest heaving for breath he hadn’t realized he’d lost.

"This is a woman’s life, Frank. I can’t just hide myself away or let this go." She hooks her purse on her shoulders and grips the strap tightly, folding her story notes protectively against her chest. "Don’t ask me to."

Karen Page walks out of the ruin of another apartment, heels crushing broken glass beneath her. Frank waits until she’s gone before he leans against the bookshelf face-first in defeat.

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

any,any, But I am ten feet tall
I've never felt this tall since the fall
Nobody seems to know my name

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

any, any, with everything falling down around me
I'd like to believe in all the possibilities

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

any, any, The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS: Christine Chapel+/Spock, Sore Throat

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Her journal is almost incomprehensible.