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cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am

Prompting Post V

Please see the most recent MOD NOTE and ADDENDUM


(updated 5 July)

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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Oatmeal Creme Pies

[personal profile] fractionallyfoxtrot 2012-07-04 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, I'm American and I don't think I really get the biscuit concept... can I contribute cookie porn? Here's my tribute to the Oatmeal Creme Pie (http://www.littledebbie.com/products/oatmealpies.asp) [Google Image search is better] which I was introduced to in a very similar manner, well, maybe a bit more PG-13.

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“A package came for you.”

Martin pointed at the brown paper wrapped box sitting with the rest of the post on the kitchen table when Nate’s brow wrinkled in confusion. The writer’s eyes immediately lit up when he saw the return address in the upper left corner. It was Martin’s turn to look confused as Nate tore voraciously at the wrapping, giving the package none of the concern that Nate’s possessions usual got. Under the brown paper was a layer of bubble wrap and a small white card.

“‘Nate,’” the addressee read from the card, “‘I’m sending these to you as an incentive to come visit me. Show up at my door in the next six months and I’ll pay to send five cases back with you as your second piece of luggage. Love, Jules.’”

Nate chuckled as he tossed the card onto the table and ripped away the layer of bubble wrap. Once all the packaging was on the floor, Nate held the contents--some sort of snack product, judging by what Martin could see of the box--in his hands and stared at it with a strange look of reverence. It was a bit akin to the way he looked at first edition novels except that his tongue slipped out to lick his lips almost lewdly.

“It’s from your sister?” Martin asked.

There was a long pause before Nate’s mind registered Martin’s question. He looked up at the pilot, blinking as if he’d just woken up from a dream.

“Sorry, what?”

“The package, it’s from your sister?”

“Yes, yes it is,” Nate said, taking a seat at the little table. “The sly little minx. Jules has sent me, in a shallow attempt to get me to visit her in America, the greatest cookie the world has ever known: the Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie.” Nate held up the box so Martin could read the label. “She thinks that one taste will bait me and I’ll be forced to visit her on the promise of her sending me home with more.”

Martin sat across from Nate at the little table, watching, slightly amused, as Nate tore into the box, taking off a whole side instead of opening the reclosable flaps. Nate upturned the box and a dozen or so individually wrapped, brown sandwich cookies piled onto the table. If Martin was being honest, they didn’t really look that appealing. The unevenness of the edges made the cookies look soggy and they were a strange brown, neither chocolate brown or biscuit brown, just a brown brown.

“Are they good?” he had to ask.

Nate paused in the middle of opening one of the plastic packages. “You’ve never had one?”

“Never seen one before in my life.”

“Then you, my love, are in for a treat.”

Nate tossed one of the cookies across the table to Martin. Martin tried not to frown as he picked it up; it actually looked less appealing up close. The cookie was quite soft, he could feel it give just under the pressure of him holding it in his hand, and the cream looked unnaturally white surrounded by all that brown brown. He would try it, for Nate, but Martin had a sinking suspicion that he wouldn’t like it.

Nate moaned before Martin could open the package and experience his first whiff of the cinnamon-y sweet scent that pervaded every cookie.

Nate’s eyes were closed as he chewed his first bite. Every one of his movements screamed ‘bliss’ from the tilt of his head to the pull of his features, even the way air moved in and out of his lungs. On the next bite, Nate moaned again, the low, throaty sound softening into a purr as he chewed, slowly fading into nothing before being renewed over the following mouthful.

Nate’s fingers pressed into the soft, chewy cookie, forcing hints of the white cream to appear around the edges. When he felt rogue bits of cream rub off on his hands, Nate turned the cookie and held it between finger and thumb, running his tongue over the edge to clean up the errant fluff and repeating the treatment on his hands. Although the treat seemed fragile, it never crumbled; held together by sticky cream, the sandwich cookie was malleable and pliable, moving with the push of Nate’s fingers and the conquest of his mouth. It would stretch but never break, escaping portions holding on just long enough to caught by Nate’s tongue or captured by his lips.

The brown crumbs and streaks of white cream that clung to Nate’s hands and the corners of his mouth were the only remains of the cookie after he popped the last piece into his mouth. He smiled as he chewed, taking his time to let the luscious combination of oatmeal, cinnamon, brown sugar, marshmallow fluff, and magic play across his tongue. Nate’s tongue darted out of his mouth to retrieve the crumbs on his lips and the cream on his hands, the sugary marshmallow fluff on his palms requiring long, repeated licks. He took each of his fingers into his mouth one by one, pulling them in and out a few times to ensure that not even a morsel was left behind.

Nate sighed, sounding content and satisfied. His eyes fell to the white card that he’d carelessly dropped on the table.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I have to go to America.”

Before Nate could speak again, Martin was up, around the table, and pulling the writer to his feet. Martin tried to devour him, revelling in the sweet sugary flavor that mixed with the unmistakable taste of Nate.

“Bed. Now,” Martin growled.

“But, love, what... the cookies?” Nate stammered, trying not to trip under Martin’s insistent pull of his shirt.

“Bring them if you want.”

Martin ran a hand under Nate’s arm and held the writer close as he dragged his tongue over Nate’s neck, an obscene imitation of what Nate had done earlier to his hand. Martin grinned, authoritative and promising, as he pulled Nate back towards their bedroom.

“But they won’t be why you’re moaning.”
Edited 2012-07-04 10:35 (UTC)
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Re: Oatmeal Creme Pies

[identity profile] lunard136.livejournal.com 2012-07-04 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
God I love this thread...