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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]
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Have fun!
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Date: 2018-12-08 07:14 am (UTC)FILL: SPN, Dean/Cas, cuddling
Date: 2018-12-08 02:35 pm (UTC)He knows how he looks to his angel, his gaze dreamy as he looks on fondly at the man he loves, lips pink and lightly plump from the sweet kisses they share. The bed is soft and warm, and he grins brighter, leaning in for a kiss; a little sweet sigh slips from his lips when he feels soothing finger brushing through his hair.
On this peaceful day, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, he just wants to go stay in bed and curl up with Castiel, to cherish this moment and keep it safe in his heart, and when his sweetheart slides his lips across his jaw, his stubble catching on his skin to make goosebumps tickles his skin, Dean decided his plan for the day is game on. As soft wings wrap around him, and arms pull him in tighter, Dean purrs softly, he can't stop grinning, not even when his lips are smothers with the sweetest kisses from his beloved Angel.
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Date: 2018-12-08 09:34 pm (UTC)Their Meal, to Their Taste, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
Date: 2022-12-31 02:55 pm (UTC)"Go ahead, take your pick," Steve opened a pair of cabinets wide. "Okay, but not mac and cheese. I'm so tired of mac and cheese. Friggin' kids."
While he stepped over to the other side of the kitchen to retrieve a pot and other necessities, Billy perused the contents of the cabinets. Besides the dry pasta and jars of sauce, he saw four kinds of soup, including a familiar can with a red label.
"Aren't you a little old for alphabet soup?"
"No, because it's vegetable soup. The alphabet part gives it some whimsy," Steve said with a wave of his free hand. He stopped and turned from the sink. "Is that what you want?"
"I haven't had alphabet soup since I was eight," Billy replied with a scoff and a smirk as he eyed Steve.
"So," Steve drawled, "is that a yes or a no?" When Billy didn't answer, he returned to the open cabinets and pulled out a can of condensed soup, a box of rotini spiral pasta, and a jar of tomato basil sauce without pausing to think about the options -- or waiting for Billy to move out of the way. "How's that? With garlic bread or salad," Steve's smile grew, his eyes bright as he leaned in to add conspiratorially, "oh, and of course, and as much parmesan as you want?"
The kitchen was quiet for a beat, then another. Until Billy remembered the food. He tore his gaze away from Steve, glanced at the cabinets again, and set a jar of vodka sauce on the counter next to the group Steve had made.
"How's that?" he echoed back quietly. When Steve nodded, Billy put the other sauce back on the shelf. He didn't touch the soup.
"Olive oil and pepper for the bread?" When Billy nodded, Steve patted his shoulder and winked at him. "All right, we've got a plan!" He looked toward the sink again, but Billy stopped him before he could take more than a step away. "What...?"
Billy pressed his face into the side of Steve's neck and breathed, holding his hand, holding his waist. Steve shifted with Billy's slow embrace, Billy's palms sliding up his arm, sliding over to his back. He lifted his head enough to kiss Steve's jaw and murmur against it.
"Don't thank me yet," Steve said softly, his free hand cradling the back of Billy's head. "You're handling the chicken. Start to finish."
"Fine by me," Billy agreed, and his short chuckle in Steve's ear almost made Steve pull him out of the kitchen with him. Almost.
"Come on," Steve gave him a quick peck on his cheek, "We'll figure out drinks and dessert as we go."
(Yes, I imagine that the Harrington kitchen has a spice rack that Steve and Billy kinda know how to use. >:P)
Re: Their Meal, to Their Taste, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
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Date: 2018-12-08 10:20 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-12-10 02:44 am (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/16931442
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Date: 2018-12-09 02:35 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, within a finger's breadth of being mad
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Date: 2018-12-09 02:38 am (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Brightness is still the oldest warning (Yusef Komunyakaa)
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Date: 2018-12-09 02:39 am (UTC)The Last Unicorn, author's choice, She’s yours if you give her a name (Yusef Komunyakaa)
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Date: 2018-12-09 02:40 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean & Sam Winchester, I can hear only a battlefield trumpet, calling & calling, desperately calling ((Yusef Komunyakaa)
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Date: 2018-12-09 02:41 am (UTC)Supernatural, Dean & Sam Winchester, You see these hands? They know enough to save us (Yusef Komunyakaa)
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