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Please see the most recent MOD NOTE


(updated 6 June)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


FILLING GUIDELINES



As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet

We also have a Pinboard archive which has been put in place by the lovely [personal profile] oxfordtweed in the place of our late Delicious Archive. This Archive contains a list of all the prompts this meme has to offer - you can find it here: Pinboard Archive

This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.

So in order to make things easier to archive - Please nest your fills.

This can be done by either posting each part as a reply to that part's immediate predecessor, OR by replying each time to Part I OR - well you get the idea :D

It makes it simpler for Enigel and myself to link fills in a clean and clear manner. Following these guildelines will be very much appreciated guys :D

REPROMPTING



Reprompting is allowed but please include the URL of the original prompt when you do so. It will make it infinitely more easy to Archive which would make both Enigel and I very happy :)

As for everything else



  1. Be respectful to one another. Disagreements are fine, but not everything disagreeable is trolling. If you suspect someone of trolling, just ignore it. If you cannot respond to a comment without attacking or trolling someone else, keep it to yourself.

  2. No bashing prompts. It might not be your cup of tea - but obviously someone wants it enough to go to the effort of requesting it. So just scroll past it.

  3. Prompt away as much as you like guys - seriously, go wild - but please try to fill as well.

  4. NEW - If your fill includes a major element that veers from the original prompt (crossovers, established universes, kinks, et cetera), please take a few moments to check with the OP that such additions are welcome. This has caused problems in the past and it only takes a few moments of your time.
  5. Please no RPF. I'm not trying to oppress you RPF writers and enthusiasts, I would just really like to avoid any legal problems.

  6. When you post a fill (or post a new part of a WIP) please go over to the Filled Prompts Post (if it is complete) or the WIP Post (if there are still more parts to come) and, following each post's guideline's, post a link to this fill or new part.


REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM



According to numerous Child Safety laws it is illegal to provide pornographic material to minors. Seeing that the majority of the stuff we have here is rather adult in nature, this Meme is consequently an 18+ zone. Failing to comply to this rule could result in the Meme getting shut down. So if you're here and you're under 18 please back button now.

+ Please do not post anything regarding minors in a sexual situation. It really doesn't matter how tasteful or crass it is, there are laws that classify that sort of thing as child pornography and as such, I'm afraid we're going to have to go with the attitude that safe is better than sorry.

It really is VERY important that these rules are upheld as the consequences are severe.

Other than that - go crazy guys. Any problems please just message me and I'll try my best to work it out.



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crocodile_eat_u: (Octopus)

It'll be alright


[personal profile] crocodile_eat_u
2012-01-13 10:17 pm UTC (link)
I had a nightmare the other day, it was bloody scary.

The whole crew were in it, and god knows where they were, but I was Martin I think, and getting chased by these men. I could feel my heart thumping a mile a minute. Somehow Douglas saves me/Martin and bam all I remember is the awesome hurt/comforty hug he gave Martin.

All I want is Douglas enveloping Martin in those lovely arms, giving him the hug of his life, trying to calm him down while the man is almost hyperventilating and panicking and crying. HUG FTW!

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jenny_starseed: (airport)

Douglas H/C at Martin's flat


[personal profile] jenny_starseed
2012-01-14 07:20 am UTC (link)
Ok, we've got a lot of Martin being taken care of at Douglas's house with lots of H/C snuggly-ness. How about a reversal? Douglas is tired/hurt/drunken (BONUS: extra angst if he fell off the wagon for some personal reason *cough* Helena *cough*) and Martin takes him home to his flat and looks after him.

Douglas is such a peacock, it would be nice to see him all vulnerable and snuggled up to his captain.

That is all.

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crocodile_eat_u: (Octopus)

Yet another D/s AU! <33


[personal profile] crocodile_eat_u
2012-01-14 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Bear with me, long prompt is long! :D

Ok so in a world where Dom/Sub is completely normal, people, doms, get assigned a sub. It's on a register and whatnot, and despite it being there, some doms never bother and just leave their subs, so both are happily doing their own thing. Occasionally, you get a Dom who does collect his/her sub and life goes on so on and so forth.

Douglas is a dom, he knows he has a sub but hasn't really been all that bothered with the idea of it. And then maybe when Helena leaves him he decides he's fed up of being lonely and checks his assigned sub out, who turns out to be a Mr. Martin Crieff. Martin's surprised to see his Dom all of a sudden and they know absolutely nothing about each other.

I'd just like to see how their relationship progresses on. Maybe Martin really wants to be a pilot and Douglas helps him with his tests and teaches him in exchange for Martin's services. If you want to throw in smut go right ahead I'd be certainly happy with that! ;D But seeing as they’ve both left it so long it'd be funny to see them so awkward at everything, at the whole dynamics of it all and the sex and Douglas’ sudden urge to try out nearly every gay sex toy out there! :P

If you could end it so it more or less ends up like the cannon CP that would be AWESOME! But I love AUs and anything and everything is gooooood! :D

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tiwtin: (LtF)

Re: Yet another D/s AU! <33


[personal profile] tiwtin
2012-01-14 05:17 pm UTC (link)
This has the potential to be both hilarious and scorching hot. In other words - seconded.

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Re: Yet another D/s AU! <33 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-15 05:59 am UTC (Expand)
Re: Yet another D/s AU! <33 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-15 10:34 am UTC (Expand)
Re: Yet another D/s AU! <33 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-15 05:27 pm UTC (Expand)
D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 07:12 am UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - [personal profile] tiwtin, 2012-01-21 08:57 am UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 06:28 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 11:55 am UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 12:16 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 1/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 06:23 pm UTC (Expand)
OP ADORES YOU - [personal profile] crocodile_eat_u, 2012-01-21 03:09 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: OP ADORES YOU - (Anonymous), 2012-01-21 05:42 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: OP ADORES YOU - [personal profile] crocodile_eat_u, 2012-01-24 10:51 pm UTC (Expand)
D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-02-03 06:55 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-02-03 08:18 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-02-03 09:40 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: OP LOVES TOOOOOOO TOOO TOOO MUCH - (Anonymous), 2012-02-04 04:30 am UTC (Expand)
Re: OP LOVES TOOOOOOO TOOO TOOO MUCH - (Anonymous), 2012-02-04 02:19 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - [personal profile] tiwtin, 2012-02-04 08:38 am UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-02-05 02:44 am UTC (Expand)
Re: D/s AU; Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2012-05-08 08:12 am UTC (Expand)

Martin/Arthur fail!kink sex


(Anonymous)
2012-01-15 02:05 am UTC (link)
They really honestly are trying to be kinky, they really are. But this is Martin and Arthur and the dirty talk is ridiculous and the feathers tickle and then either Martin or Arthur tries to be a 'dom' and they just can't anymore

They get the giggles. The complete 'OMG what are we doing?!', fall-off-the-bed, giggles.

And then they have fun, giggly sex.

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Re: Martin/Arthur fail!kink sex


(Anonymous)
2012-01-15 10:39 am UTC (link)
Oh, words can't describe how much I want this to happen!




(Although average of Martin/Arthur filled prompts is so very low... Is it some kind of curse?
Oh, someone, please fill it!!!!)

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Re: Martin/Arthur fail!kink sex - (Anonymous), 2012-01-16 05:50 am UTC (Expand)
Re: Martin/Arthur fail!kink sex - (Anonymous), 2012-03-23 09:02 am UTC (Expand)

Re: FILL: I thought you said romance was dead (fem!Douglas/Martin)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-15 06:34 pm UTC (link)
OMG, I cannot tell you how many different types of amazing this is, but I absolutely love it. Please write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So adorable!!!

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Spoiler Alert: BBC Sherlock 2x03 Reichenbach Falls


(Anonymous)
2012-01-16 04:47 am UTC (link)
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quote prompt.

"Falling's just like flying, except there's a more permanent destination."

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Re: Spoiler Alert: BBC Sherlock 2x03 Reichenbach Falls


(Anonymous)
2012-03-05 09:30 pm UTC (link)
Hello, very late off the mark I know but I wrote a little something and thought you may like to see it. And here it is. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/357032)

Hope it's up to scratch :).

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Re: Spoiler Alert: BBC Sherlock 2x03 Reichenbach Falls - (Anonymous), 2012-03-05 09:32 pm UTC (Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2012-03-08 10:06 pm UTC (Expand)

PWP: penetration and oral sex for Douglas. Please?


(Anonymous)
2012-01-16 08:08 am UTC (link)
Can't believe I'm asking for this, but hot dirty sex with Douglas being penetrated. I haven't read too many bottom!Douglas fics, so let's just have a pure PWP with Martin having his wicked way with Douglas.

Extra points for oral sex on our first officer. Or just manual stimulation while being penetrated. Your choice. :D

Extra points if Martin is the assertive, experienced one in bed and Douglas is the blissed out bit of wimpering satiated mess.

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Re: PWP: penetration and oral sex for Douglas. Please?


(Anonymous)
2012-01-16 10:08 am UTC (link)
*joins the pleading*!

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Quick Fill - [personal profile] tiwtin, 2012-01-16 09:20 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: Quick Fill - (Anonymous), 2012-01-16 11:42 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: Quick Fill - [personal profile] crocodile_eat_u, 2012-01-17 12:40 am UTC (Expand)
Re: Quick Fill - [personal profile] random_nexus, 2012-01-20 09:29 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: Quick Fill - (Anonymous), 2012-02-20 06:20 pm UTC (Expand)

Sherlock body-swap crossover


(Anonymous)
2012-01-16 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Martin wakes up one morning about five inches taller with dark curly hair and everyone thinking he's an arse.

Sherlock wakes up the same morning to some insufferable woman (divorced, small dog, two sisters, lives with her son) telling him he needs to fly a plane.

(Bonus points for Sherlock having to fake a relationship with some smug bastard called Douglas, and Martin having to pretend to be in love with John, who's a lovely chap but so very boring, can he have his smarmy boyfriend back now, please.)

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Re: Sherlock body-swap crossover


[identity profile] cleo-2010.livejournal.com
2012-01-16 08:45 pm UTC (link)
The bonus point takes this from 'Yeah, I'd read that' to 'Someone fill this now, I must, I must have it noooow' God, John's boring to Martin, genius, just genius.

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Re: Sherlock body-swap crossover - [personal profile] tiwtin, 2012-01-16 09:22 pm UTC (Expand)
Re: Sherlock body-swap crossover - (Anonymous), 2012-01-16 10:57 pm UTC (Expand)

Molly/Martin and Sherlock makes three! (Spoilers for Reichenbach)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-16 11:57 pm UTC (link)
One day, Martin comes home to find his girlfriend in his bathroom, dying the hair of a man all the papers said killed himself days ago.

'Sherlock needs somewhere to lie low,' says Molly. 'So he just needs to be you for a little while.'

Cue Martin having to deal with hiding another 'him' in his attic. Bonus points for Sherlock making everything completely awkward for Molly & Martin as a couple

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reapingwind: (Molly Hooper)

Re: Molly/Martin and Sherlock makes three! (Spoilers for Reichenbach)


[personal profile] reapingwind
2012-01-17 12:30 am UTC (link)
Seconded!

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crocodile_eat_u: (Octopus)

Boston aftermath H/C


[personal profile] crocodile_eat_u
2012-01-17 12:45 am UTC (link)
I've been listening to Boston in Art all day and I can't believe I haven't seen some post-Boston aftermath hurt/comfort for Martin! Because come on, you'd think he'd be a little more than just shaken, what with being arrested and such... ^^; Silly boy.

So please someone rectify this? :D And if you can somehow manage to squeeze in some Douglas/Martin I will LOVE you forever and ever and bake you cookies. Seriously I will. Any bloody cookies you want. :D

MAKE ME PROUD MEME! <3

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Re: Boston aftermath H/C


(Anonymous)
2012-01-26 03:31 am UTC (link)
THIS!!

Not a good day for Martin, really. He gets seriously humiliated by a passenger, whom he and Arthur then accidentally kill (complete with all of the issues and concerns following that), and then being arrested by the likely not-so-gentle Americans with terrorist fears? Eeep! I sense serious drama and angst because of this.

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(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 06:18 am UTC (link)
I'd love to see (for whatever reason you can come up with) the crew having to spend the night in Gerti.
Arthur thinks it's a slumber party!
Carolyn and Martin break into the wine!
Douglas might not survive the night!

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Martin is a Wooster


(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 06:31 am UTC (link)
Messing with timelines like nobody's business but...

Martin doesn't know his mum had an affair ,but Simon and Caitlin do. Maybe his bio-dad is Claude or Eustace but it's revealed that Martin is the only heir left so Bertie and Jeeves come to find him.

From there the hilarity begins.

Seriously, Douglas vs Jeeves! Or worse yet, Douglas and Jeeves working together!

Bertie and Arthur

Bertie vs Carolyn

Etc.

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Re: Martin is a Wooster


(Anonymous)
2012-01-31 11:46 pm UTC (link)
OMG! Carolyn is totally an Aunt of the Wodehouse variety. :D Bertie versus Carolyn would be awesome.

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Re: Martin is a Wooster - [personal profile] random_nexus, 2012-05-07 08:29 pm UTC (Expand)

The Eleventh Hour crossover


(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 12:37 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor crashes into Little Martin's garden.

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The Eleventh Hour (1/?)


(Anonymous)
2012-02-02 03:50 pm UTC (link)
Martin was working on a model aeroplane when he first heard the noise. It was different than the other noises - the ones from the cellar no one believed they had - and it was loud.

He was home alone that night. His family were out for the evening to see Caitlyn in the school play. Apparently, she had the lead role, and there had been talk of the rare treat of dinner out to follow. Recently grounded for 'childish behaviour', Martin was not included in the evening's plans.

His mother had fretted slightly at leaving him home by himself, but his father had been firm.

'The boy's ten,' the eldest Crieff had said gruffly. 'That's more'n old enough.'

And that had been that. No one argued with his father. Particularly not over Martin.

To be honest, it was almost a relief to have the house to himself. By himself, he did not have to worry about his sibling's derision, his father's irritation, his mother's ever-waning patience. Martin knew that he did not belong there. That he was the disappointment to an otherwise well-formed family unit. But someday he would be ready to fly away. And if he was a bit lonely in the meantime... well, it would be worth it one day.

So, he spent the evening hunched over his desk, painstakingly securing the wing to an Avro Lancaster and imagining himself as its pilot.

It was getting rather late when the noise started - a pulsing, electronic sound like something out of one of the science fiction programmes Simon sometimes watched on the telly. Only much, much louder. It grew in volume until the house seemed to shake. Then, suddenly, it stopped.

Peering out the window, Martin was surprised to see only and old-fashioned police box. Although it was, rather oddly, sitting in the middle of their small garden.

Deciding that this required investigation (and that there could not be anything too worrisome about a police box), Martin shoved his feet into his trainers and hurried outside.

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Re: The Eleventh Hour (1/?) - (Anonymous), 2012-02-02 10:15 pm UTC (Expand)

Sherlock brings Molly a present when he finally comes back (post-Reichenbach spoilers?)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 02:18 pm UTC (link)
crossover prompt, will be cross-prompted that the sherlockbbckink meme

Sherlock finally has all the proof he needs to clear his name and has caught/killed the assassins assigned to kill his friends. He's headed home.

On a small charter airline, airdot as the CEO described it, and he's noticed that the captain of the plane is a) not gay, just completely hopeless with women, b) bears something of a resemblance to himself, and c) would be perfect for a certain pathologist who risked everything to help him.

So Sherlock tricks Martin into coming to Bart's, (or whereever Molly is now) and presents him to her thusly:

"Thank you, Molly Hooper, for your invaluable help in faking my death and in keeping my secret all these years. As a token of my appreciation, here, I got you a kitten pilot! He's very nice and should be easy to house-train."

Molly and Martin are mortified but once they look at each other they're all *TWITTER-PATED*

And John has all the face-palms.

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Re: Sherlock brings Molly a present when he finally comes back (post-Reichenbach spoilers?)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 04:43 pm UTC (link)
TWITTER-PATED. Oh my God somebody fill this now please.

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annievh: (pic#2420826)

Arthur & Herc (or anyone you'd like)


[personal profile] annievh
2012-01-17 04:51 pm UTC (link)
"Do you think I'm stupid?"

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Fill: It Is As It Does


[personal profile] straydog733
2012-02-27 03:16 am UTC (link)
“Hey Herc, while Mum’s up in the flight deck, can I ask you a question?”

“I had figured you would want a word with me at some point. Ask away, Arthur.”

“Alright, then. Herc…do you think I’m stupid?”

“Arthur, if this is about the incident the other week, then I think you just need to give your mother some time. She’s not ready to be open about us being together yet, so she tries to throw together cover stories at the last minute. Although I can see how you would take it as an insult that she thought you would believe the story about the early morning zoo trip.”

“Wait, you guys didn’t go to the zoo? But Mum told me all about the giraffes!”

“…Yes, but anyways, no, I do not think you are stupid.”

“Really? Because a lot of people do.”

“Do they, now?”

“Well, yeah. Skip, and Douglas, and Mr. Birling, and that lady who kept saying ‘professional’ all the time, and my teachers in school, and my friends in school, and the people at Ipswich, and all my girlfriends, and Mum.”

“Your mother does not think you are stupid, Arthur.”

“Yes she does. And she’s right. I’m not saying all those people are wrong, because they’re brilliant, aren’t they. And I know I do stupid stuff a lot of the time, and don’t think that fast, and even when I do think fast, the thoughts just come out all wrong anyways, so I have to go back and think it again, which just makes it even slower. I know I’m stupid. I was just wondering if you knew it too.”

“I think you are a very sensitive and intuitive young man.”

“Yeah, but you know that I’m stupid, right? Could you just tell me that you know? Please?”

“Why do you want me to call you stupid? What could possibly be gained from that?”

“I’m not asking you to call me stupid; I just want to make sure you know. So that it’s not a surprise later.”

“Later?”

“You know, when you and Mum are getting really close and thinking about being together forever. Some people think that they understand, but then they’re surprised later when they find out just how stupid I am, and then they leave her.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Because they can’t put up with me. She always says that it’s no big deal, that she wouldn’t want someone who could get chased away by me, but it makes her sad. So I just want to make sure that you know now. So just go on and say I’m stupid, alright?”

“Arthur. I care about your mother very deeply. I would not do anything to hurt her.”

“Right! So just call me stupid!”

“I do not want to hurt you either.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, really! It’s easy, plenty of people do it. Oh, or you could call me idiot! How about moron! Or you could call me a clot, but I don’t really like that one. And I’m not really fond of retard, but Da- a lot of people seemed to think that one fit really well. So it’s up to you!”

“…In many ways, you are not very intelligent.”

“Oh, come on now, Herc! There are loads of better ones than that!”

“And I do not plan on using them. Do you remember the first day I met you?”

“The time we got to play Monopoly?”

“Yes. And do you recall that I offered you a job then?”

“Yeah, that was brilliant!”

“When I made that offer, I did not do so because I thought you were a genius. I had watched you play Monopoly. I offered you a job because I honestly believe that you bring a great deal to the table that few others do. You are unendingly kind, optimistic, high-spirited, and generous. And when it comes to a flight-attendant, I believe those virtues are far more valuable than the ability to think fast. You make people feel at home aboard GERTI.”

“Wow. Thanks, Herc, that’s really nice! Not that I was expecting anything different, of course. You’re brilliant!”

“Thank you, Arthur. You are as well.”

“So just to be clear, you know I’m stupid?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s not going to surprise you later?”

“No.”

“And you’re not going to leave Mum because of me?”

“Certainly not.”

“That really is brilliant, Herc! That means a lot!”

“Glad I could put your mind at ease.”

[Door opens.]

“Arthur, what are you doing back here? You were supposed to be making coffee for the lazy leeches we call pilots.”

“Sorry, Mum! I’ll go do that now!”

[Door closes.]

“So what were you two getting so chatty about? Having a little man-to-man?”

“In fact, we were.”

“Not a great mental strain on the visiting sky god, I imagine.”

“No, Arthur did pose some interesting questions. You have a very keen son.”

“I assure you, I just have the one.”

“And he really is brilliant.”

“I…thank you, Herc.”

“My pleasure, Carolyn.”

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(Anonymous)
2012-01-17 11:38 pm UTC (link)
Thank god for anon.

Douglas/Martin puppy!play!

*runs away*

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Oh for god sake, Kiss the Girl!


(Anonymous)
2012-01-18 09:01 am UTC (link)
Inspired by the doctor who episode The Lodger and the song by Chameleon circuit 'Kiss the Girl'

Contrary to popular belief, Martain Creiff DOES have friends beyond the crew of MJN.... Just not that many. His best friend just so happens to be a woman who he has fallen madly in love with, but he is quite obviously crap when dealing with women or even anything approaching a romantic relationship. It already took Martin ages to get to a comfortable point in his friendship with this lovely lady, he does not want to screw this up. But someone gets him to take the next step.

Be it the doctor, an OC, Dougals, or Arthur of all people, just make sure this has a happy ending for Martin, he gets enough of a beating around these parts, it's just because he is so whumpable.

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Re: Oh for god sake, Kiss the Girl!


(Anonymous)
2012-01-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Have you been inside my head recently?

Seconded.

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dark-ish!Molly/Martin


(Anonymous)
2012-01-18 02:21 pm UTC (link)
Molly is hopelessly in love with Sherlock and his amazing intellect. But when she meets Martin - a man so insecure and needy even she can seduce him - she guiltily thinks it might be good to have at least the illusion of having the one she wants.

Would like some adorable clumsy seduction at first, and then getting darker as Molly realises Martin's intellect is not quite up to par (I love Martin, but - the cat in the hold, the nose clipper, and all...), and she tries to change the aspects of him that can be changed.

Douglas starts raising an eyebrow when Martin dyes his hair black.

(Would prefer no spoilers for the new series of Sherlock, but if they're mandatory for the story to work, well, Writer, do your stuff! ;)

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MOD-POST: Please mind your spoiler warnings!


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2012-01-18 06:53 pm UTC (link)


When posting a prompt with spoilers, it is a courtesy to put a spoiler warning in the subject line. And most of you have been doing wonderfully, but some things do slip through.

When you post a spoiler warning, please be mindful of how you word your warning. The best way to post a spoiler warning is to be as vague as possible.

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Blowjobs (Sub!Martin)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-19 11:21 pm UTC (link)
Just have the best mental image of doe-eyed sub!Martin, sucking Dom!Douglas's cock adoringly, while Douglas pets his hair and tells him what a good boy he is.

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Re: Blowjobs (Sub!Martin)


[personal profile] crocodile_eat_u
2012-01-20 12:07 am UTC (link)
Dear god I want this.

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Mpreg AU with BAMF MJN


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 12:05 am UTC (link)
This idea's been in my head for a while and I'd just like to get it out there. How about in a world where men can get pregnant (don't mind alpha/omega verse if that's what you want :D) Martin finds himself knocked up after a random one night stand. Martin being Martin of course panics and tries to deal with it on his own when really, he has no clue whatsoever. After all how can he keep it when he doesn't have a steady income and what kind of father would he make and would anyone approve? The father wants nothing to do with it so just when he's really low, he slips it out to one of the crew. Cue MJN being the best BAMF's ever and tearing the father a new one, and of course helping Martin through this difficult time. This cues for adorable H/C fluff doesn’t it? :D

Whether he keeps the baby or not is up to you writers. Gen or romance, anything's good (anon may love to see a bit of Douglas/Martin fluffy romance brewing) so just go with it!

*thousand kisses and cookies*

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FILL: Unplanned (1/1)


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 08:05 am UTC (link)
Home from Berlin. Douglas is dying for some sushi to wash the sausage out of his system. Not very British, he knows, but--

Martin touches his shoulder. "Douglas," he says, very softly.

"Yes?" Douglas stops and gives Martin his full attention. There's obviously something wrong; there's been something on his mind for several weeks now. Douglas just hasn't had the heart to pry.

"Are you free tonight?"

"Yes, why?"

"I need...someone to come with me...and sit with me a bit, in case something goes wrong. And to drive. I shouldn't drive after."

"All right. A bit last minute; this sounds important."

"Well, it's hard to ask," Martin said, very softly indeed. "It's, um. Abortion."

That explains everything, then. He'd teased Martin about his heat around two months ago. Apparently the omega had gone out and found himself an alpha. "Of course," Douglas said.

"I'm on the pill, and we used condoms, but--you know how it is in heat, and--"

"I know."

Martin's face crumpled and he pressed a sleeve to his eyes. He took a long, shaky breath. "It's in an hour, so we should go."

Douglas nodded and opened the door for Martin. "Dinner first?"

Martin shook his head. He blotted his eyes with his sleeve, leaving dark blue blotches behind. Douglas could see him trying to pull himself together.

Poor boy. It was hard being an omega on your own. Douglas did wonder why no alpha had snapped him up before--he wasn't bad looking, not really, and heat hormones made anyone gorgeous, and omegas were in short supply compared to the surfeit of betas--but then he considered Martin's luck and concluded Martin had probably spilled hot coffee on the crotch of any potential mates. Except one, clearly. "Shouldn't the father be here with you?" Douglas asked as mildly as he could.

Martin barked out a short laugh. "He gave me a false number. Put it in my phone and everything and it goes to the pharmacy department of Boots. I think that's a fairly clear message."

"Bastard." Douglas unlocked the car.

"I can certainly pick them. I always have--" His voice broke. He stumbled into the car and held the heels of his hands to his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said as Douglas slid into the driver's seat. "It's the bloody hormones."

Douglas retrieved the tissue box from the glove box and handed it to Martin. "Quite all right. You'll feel better once it's all taken care of."

"Right," Martin whispered.

"Fitton Hospital?"

Martin nodded. Douglas drove.

It wasn't far. Nothing was far in Fitton. Douglas stopped at a drive-through and got some chips for himself and tea for Martin, which they had in the car in the hospital parking lot. Neither of them spoke.

Finally Martin looked at his watch. "I should go in. You don't have to--" But Douglas had already opened his door.

"I'm coming," Douglas said.

They followed the signs to the Ob/Gyn department, but Martin paused outside the door. His hands shook. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Martin stopped again before he reached the check-in nurse. He pressed both hands to his face. Douglas took his shoulder and guided him forward gently. "Martin Crieff," Douglas told the nurse. "He might need a moment."

The nurse gave him a stern look. "Are you all right, love?" she asked Martin.

Martin sobbed.

"Do you need help, love?" she asked, giving Douglas an even sterner look.

"Oh, God--" Martin seemed to crumble in place. Douglas caught him and eased him to a chair and Martin broke out in awful, heaving sobs. His face turned bright red and he barely breathed from crying.

"Martin, breathe," Douglas said, which was no use at all.

"I want it," Martin gasped. "I want it, I want it, I want to keep it, I want to be a mum, I--" He caught himself mid-gasp with his mouth wide open and his eyes swelled closed.

"Martin, you don't have to."

"But I can't! I can't. I can't. No money no time no--" He beat his forehead on his hands.

"Breathe, love, breathe in and out. Nobody's going to make you do anything." The nurse was there with a cup of water. Martin tried to obey, shaking terribly. "Are you the father?" the nurse asked, very sternly indeed.

"No. He scarpered."

"Well." The nurse visibly softened. "Try to calm down, love, you're going to pass out like that."

Martin's eyes were red and puffy and his breath chattered over his quivering lips. He drank the water in tiny sips. "I'm sorry," he said finally, his voice breaking halfway through.

"Let's go back out to the car," Douglas said. "Appointment cancelled, I think."

The nurse nodded and patted Martin's shoulder. "Just take a deep breath and take another look," she said.

"Looking twice doesn't make me see money," Martin said. Tears rolled down his cheeks but he let Douglas help him to his feet. He leaned on Douglas's elbow as they walked back to the Lexus.

"So. you want to keep it," Douglas said.

Martin nodded. He wiped tears away from his red, raw eyes.

"Always wanted to start a family and the clock is ticking?"

"Yes," Martin said.

"So keep it, you nincompoop!"

Martin barked out a laugh. "Nincompoop?"

"Airhead. Nimrod. Idiot. There are child benefits to help you do it!"

"I can't live off the dole! I'm an airline pilot!"

"You're a man with a van and a hobby. Yes, fine--move in with me."

"What?" Martin stared at him.

"Move in with me. I like babies. Children, too. I rather miss mine," he said, feeling naked. Too much truth.

"Oh. Oh, I..."

"Provided, of course, you handle the diapers and midnight feedings. I'll handle the mid-morning cuddles while mummy has a bath. It's a two-bedroom flat. The other room was meant for my daughter, but--well." It was too disruptive to her schedule for his daughter to come down for visits more than once a year, her mother said.

"You can't just say this because I'm crying. I swear I'll stop crying," Martin said.

"Martin, shut up and accept help when it's given."

"Okay," he said. He laughed, half-choked. "All right. Oh, God. I will."

"Now let's get out of here before they charge me for parking." Douglas started the car. "How soon can you break the lease?"

"Next month. Really?"

"You want to save up for baby while you can still work. I have a spare key so you can just move yourself; you're certainly qualified. You'll need to make an appointment with your GP and start on, oh, vitamins, that sort of thing, and of course Carolyn is going to be terribly cross, but I'm sure if she tempts Herc with sexual favors, he'll fill in."

"Douglas!"

"A gruesome thought, I know. Don't dwell. Oh, and of course, you'll name the baby after me."

"Of course," Martin said softly. "Naturally." He sniffled.

"And at least tell me the blackguard's name so I can clip him with my car."

*

Seven months later:

"It's a girl," Douglas said, stunned.

"Yes, she is. A big strong alpha girl." Martin had stars in his eyes.

"Yes, but I thought for sure it would be a boy. Statistically, a male alpha and a male omega are far more likely to produce a boy."

"Yes, I'm naming her after you and she'll conquer the world. Conquer the world with her tiny tiny fingers." He lifted her and kissed her red little forehead.

"Martin, there isn't a female version of Douglas."

"Eleanor Douglas Crieff. See? For Eleanor of Acquitaine, she was an alpha too," Martin murmured against the baby's hair. She opened her eyes and looked in Douglas's direction.

Douglas sat down. "May I hold her?"

Martin kissed the baby, then nodded. He handed her off as carefully as if she were a nuclear bomb made of glass.

The baby wasn't actually looking at him, Douglas knew. She couldn't focus yet. But it felt...it felt like she was looking into his soul. "Well then, Nellie, I'm your dad," he said.

"Nellie, really?" Martin asked.

"I think it suits her. Many songs have been written to girls named Nellie." He cradled her, looking down into her puzzled blue eyes. "I notice you didn't object to the other."

"No," Martin said. "Daddy." And he smiled.

the end.

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Bestest Birthday Present


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 01:09 am UTC (link)
So if any of you have prattled about the Ask-Martin-Crieff blog on tumblr,
clicky clicky: http://ask-martin-crieff.tumblr.com/ Martin says that he used to build model planes when he was younger, and when he started running low on money for taking his pilots licenses test, he sold them (and made a good profit on some).

Now he's at MJN and his birthday is coming up, and Arthur wants to get him a brilliant gift; he chooses a fancy model plane, buys the plane and whala. Arthur gives Martin the present and then wonders if something is horribly wrong because Skip's crying, but really he's having a very minor freakout because he built this plane! Cue much gratefulness and clumsy hugs.


TL;DR: Skip's birthday is coming up; with no knowledge of the weight the gift possesses, Arthur gives Martin a plane that the birthday boy built when he was younger.


(Yeesh that really does look like a jumbled mess, doesn't it?)

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Re: Bestest Birthday Present


[personal profile] random_nexus
2012-02-27 04:05 am UTC (link)
Oh, I'd LOVE to see someone do this!

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My Little Pony x-over


[personal profile] annievh
2012-01-20 02:31 am UTC (link)
Martin is a pegasus with tiny wings no one wants to fly with.
Douglas is an old pegasus with a broken wing that cannot fly alone anymore.
Carolyn is an unicorn losing her magic.
Arthur is a regular pony.


... what??? I'm a child inside!
**hides**

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Douglas forgets himself


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 05:30 am UTC (link)
Douglas is a quick-witted loud-mouth. It's just who he is. So I'd like for Douglas to sometimes forget in whose company he is. If they were out somewhere, he might comment on some guy's shabby clothing, or how skinny or someone is, or wondering out loud how old their waitress is, or how dim-witted some other guy. Just something that one of the others might find a little offensive because it pertains to them. Wrap that up any way you want to.

Of couse, don't hesitate to turn the table. ;) After all, some loud-mouthed man might remind them of someone they know.

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Hug Me


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Most of the time Martin's quite happy being single. Some company might be nice occasionally but he's not actively hunting for a partner.
But sometimes, just when it's really cold and wet and miserable outside, the thing he really aches for (far more than sex, though sex would be brilliant) is simply having someone loving to cuddle up on the sofa with. What he really misses most is the intimacy of a proper, non-awkward, not-just-platonic hug.

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Re: Hug Me MINI FILL


(Anonymous)
2012-01-20 11:10 pm UTC (link)
          It’s cold in the attic and Martin sits on his mattress wrapped in every blanket he owns, heavy socks on his feet, a small bowl of pasta balanced on his knee. He feels bad about eating in bed, can only imagine the way his mother would tsk at him, but he doesn’t own a table and it isn’t warm enough to leave his cocoon of blankets and pillows. She would probably tsk just as much at the fact that his bed is nothing but a mattress on the floor, he tells himself, shivering and pulling his knees a little closer to his chest, his quilt a little tighter around his chin. He can’t see his breath, though, so he knows he’s only being dramatic.
          He’s watching a film as he eats—a DVD he’d bought from a woman at an airport in the US—a guilty pleasure romantic drama which he’d had to smuggle back into the UK more to avoid Douglas’ teasing than because it was an illegal copy. Though if the dodgy Chinese subtitles are anything to go by, it most certainly is.
          On screen, the hero and heroine are proclaiming their love for one another. The English subtitles beneath the Chinese ones are mangled, verbs in the wrong tenses and such, but Martin doesn’t mind. He’s seen this movie dozens of times and will see it dozens more. He could recite the lines along with the actors, right up until the kiss (and sometimes when he’s feeling high-spirited, or melodramatic, or drunk, he does). And then the kiss. The long, lingering, desperate kiss. The sort of kiss that seems almost like they could suck the life force right out of each other and then revive, clinging, desperate, passionate, hands grasping at clothing, hair, shoulders, never quite getting a secure enough grip— wanting to hold on so tightly that they could never lose each other, that they could hurtle through space together and never separate.
          Martin has never had a kiss like that. He can, in fact, count his kisses on one hand. There had been Alice in year ten who had been kind and attractive and sweet, but whose kisses had been nothing but tiny, shy presses of lip-to-lip, as if to prove a point, (there had been three total. They were only together for a month or so), then there had been Margot, at his first job, who had kissed him under the mistletoe at the office Christmas party (she’d been laughing to her friends not a second after that it was like kissing a dead fish), and lastly there had been Leo, who Martin had met in Belgium (one night, one shag, one kiss. The kiss had been an afterthought, at best).
          And so, even when he is reciting along, Martin always falls silent at the kiss. He forgets to breathe for a moment and just watches. He wonders what it would be like to have someone kiss you like that. Hold you like that. Want you like that. Sometimes he shuts his eyes and tries to remember the feeling of arms around him, warm and heavy about his shoulders and waist. A hand in his hair, someone else's breath tickling his neck. Their knees knocking into his knees, their hips flush against his, their fingers digging into his bicep, almost too tightly.
          He feels like this is the point at which most people would turn the film off and have a wank. His cock is mildly intrigued by the idea, but the rest of him isn't.
          It’s like his bones are suddenly cement, like his blood is weighing him down. He’s lost all appetite for his pasta, which is a shame, because it cost him six minutes as a man with a van and because pasta makes for awful leftovers. He feels so suddenly sad. So absolutely sad, sitting in his attic, listening to the wind howl and the students laugh downstairs. He needs someone. He doesn’t know who. Someone who will let him collapse against their shoulder and cry, if he happens to want to, and who won’t say anything like, This is what happens when you focus so much on work, Martin. You have to make more of an effort. or Buck up, or It’ll all look brighter in the morning! or, god forbid, Does Sir need a bottle or a nappy change?
          Of course, there isn’t anyone like that. There isn’t anyone who will just hold Martin and understand the hole he’s fallen into— the way loneliness bites at his heels and whispers in his ears that no one wants to speak to him, anyway, that he’s better off not trying because he’ll only make a fool of himself, that he will only push people away. After all, who in their right mind would want to spend time with Martin Crieff? Who would want to touch him, much less hug him? Who would want to comfort him?
          Martin tries to imagine himself in a world in which he does the things that people do— where he makes a joke to the woman at the Tesco who’d gone to take the same loaf of bread he’d been reaching for, where he goes to the Zoo with Arthur and bowling with Douglas and helps Carolyn in her vindictive quest to drink all of the best vintages in Gordon’s old wine cellar. He imagines a world in which he walks into a café and makes the girl behind the counter blush, where he comes in every few days and flirts with her and makes her laugh and grows to care about her in a way he never thought he could care about anyone, until they finally kiss, and their lips complete a circuit, and he comes alive, and everything is perfect, with a June wedding and his mother smiling approvingly.
          That might be a bit much.
          He tries, next, to imagine a world where he makes small talk with the students who live below him, where he has a casual friend who he occasionally goes out for a pint with, where he smiles at people on public transport.
          Perhaps he could manage that much.
          On screen, the hero and heroine are still clutching at one another, their kiss long gone, but their closeness, their intensity lingering. Martin aches.
          I am going to learn to manage that much, he promises himself, as his pasta goes cold.
          He knows, in the end, he won’t, though. He’ll stammer and the students will look at him oddly, and he’ll retreat to his attic. The imagined pint-buddy will bring another mate along eventually and Martin will convince himself they’d have more fun without him. He’ll start making excuses, staying in when he’d said he’d go out, lying about having a flight the next day. He’ll get dirty looks from strangers and go back to averting his eyes.
          He will be alone.
          And that will be that.

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