Monday: Cocktails
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is Cocktails. Prompts be the name of a cocktail to be the theme of the story. Link for a listing cocktails
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ CSI: Miami: Horatio/Stetler: sex on the Beach
+ Avengers: Clint/+ (anyone): Absolutely screwed Up
+ Hawaii Five-O: Steve/(anyone) All Puckered Up
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
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lasairfhiona and today's theme is Cocktails. Prompts be the name of a cocktail to be the theme of the story. Link for a listing cocktailsThe rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ CSI: Miami: Horatio/Stetler: sex on the Beach
+ Avengers: Clint/+ (anyone): Absolutely screwed Up
+ Hawaii Five-O: Steve/(anyone) All Puckered Up
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun and happy Friday!
tag=cocktails
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Date: 2013-02-25 07:44 pm (UTC)Blurred Edges, Clint/Thor & implied Clint/Loki (The Avengers/MCU) -- part 1
Date: 2013-02-26 08:56 am (UTC)This has not been proofread, and I’m too sleepy to guarantee that it’s coherent, but... Catch~! *throws it and runs away*)
Clint knows exactly how he got here.
He’d drunk more than his fair share, and yet a frustrating part of his brain refused to shut down. Thankfully it was lurking in the background and therefore not quite a buzz-kill; it just meant that he needed something else, something to focus on for a while.
The way that Thor stared at his throat whenever Clint swallowed gave the archer a perfectly awful idea.
He tested the theory slowly, not consuming as much as he acted; although, the blond didn’t seem to notice Clint’s decreased rate of drinking, considering his unabashed attention to Clint’s increased area of exposed skin.
It turned out that even Thor and his godly arms couldn’t resist the sight of Clint’s muscles, which were clearly outlined under his worn T-shirt, especially at the sleeves. Clint realized Thor was trying his damnedest to resist the touch, however, and he had to hide a smirk by downing a quick shot.
After that, all it took was another swallow and a lazy lick of his lips as Clint made eye contact.
Thor killed the rest of his pint, slammed down the glass, and practically carried Clint to his (temporary-yet-always-available-when-he-visited-Earth) bedroom.
They made short work of their clothes, mostly aided by Thor’s complete disregard for stitching, reinforced or not. Clint would have to think up a good explanation for the state of his SHIELD-issue tactical training cargos later. Or maybe he’d be doing R&D a favor by reporting that they were not, in fact, Asgardian-proof.
Clint closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of long hair between his fingers and a bruising grip on his skin. He could pretend each strand was black and each hand was slender. Whenever he felt the scratch of stubble he scratched back with blunt nails. He didn’t let his hands roam any more than necessary; there was no use in learning the curves and angles of this body when he was tracing another form in his head. The last thing Clint needed was to know the differences, let alone to dwell on juxtaposition.
So instead, he focused on the similarities. The weight didn’t bother Clint, or the strength, but it just didn’t feel right. Maybe it wasn’t wrong enough. It definitely wasn’t rough enough.
Blurred Edges, Clint/Thor & implied Clint/Loki (The Avengers/MCU) -- part 2 (end)
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Date: 2013-02-26 02:22 am (UTC)With a quick shift, he has her finger trapped between his teeth. His tongue licks lazily along the soft skin, travelling along the edge of a manicured nail. "I thought about it," he replies at last, taking her wrist to lower her hand to his chest, right above his unbeating heart. "I found I was... reluctant."
She smiles; it might even be a smile of true amusement. "You surprise me."
"I surprised myself," he says with a sneer. "I don't care for a repeat."
One of her fingers peeks into the space between his shirt ends, making its way upwards until it bumps into the top button. "Is it my fault people keep trying to murder me?"
He aims a dispairing look at her. "Yes."
She lets out a soft laugh, already pushing the button through its buttonhole. "You should know," she mutters, moving to the next button, "You've been at the top of the list the longest."
His hand goes to the zipper of her jacket, lowers it while he says, "I still am?"
Her shoulders lift, both in a shrug and to aid him dispose of her jacket. Her hands immediately return to their task, rediscovering more of his bare body with each movement. "Technically, yes." At his look of curiousity, she explains, "It will take years for anyone to come close to your efforts."
He grins, grabs the lower end of her t-shirt and pulls her flush against him. "I like it when you sweet-talk me," he whispers against her hair, the air around the words hot and needy even when his lungs don't move.
She wraps her arms around him, moving to nuzzle against the side of his neck. She kisses her way up the hard column and grazes her teeth against his earlobe. "Better than when I let you inside me?"
He lets out a sharp hiss. "Don't-"
Her teeth sink in.
For all answer, he takes hold of her head and tilts it up for a kiss. Her lips bump against sharp canines, but she doesn't care. Her tongue dances with his, denying him entrance and caressing him at the same time.
He kisses like he fights, with a clear objective in mind and the confidence that he can rise above anything that interfers with his plans. Her own resistance is an old casualty in this.
"You were saying?" she asks, pushing herself away from him for a breath.
The hands at her waist wouldn't let her move an inch, but they relax when she doesn't attempt to move further. It takes another few seconds for him to remember his interrupted protest. "Don't play with me, darling."
She laughs at that. "But, dear, don't you remember?" She presses her lips against his chin for an instant, and speaks as she moves toward his mouth. "You invented this game."
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Date: 2013-02-25 08:46 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler
Date: 2016-12-07 12:46 pm (UTC)Back then Casey had been sure that this was the end of their friendship; he had always known the day would come where their ways would part and he had accepted it. But when they had met again about six months ago the old familiarity had still been there.
Zeke came back into the livingroom, two bottles of Heineken in his hands; some things would never change, Casey thought and smiled; and dropped down beside him.
"So, will you go home to Herrington during Christmas break," he asked.
Casey shook his head.
„No, my parents are on a cruise this year. A gratification, my dad got from his office. They didn't want to go at first, because of Christmas and all, but I've told them that it is okay for me. I can go home for spring break next year.“
He tried to sound cool but deep inside the thought, to spend Christmas alone in Boston, bothered him more and more the closer the holidays came. Christmas had actually always been his favorite holidays and it would be the first time he would spend it all alone. Stokely, a friend from College, had invited him to spend the evening together with her and her family, but he had declined the offer. Well knowing that this would probably only make it even worse for him.
Zeke watched him thoughtfully.
„Maybe you want to spend Christmas Eve together with me,“ he asked.
„Two lonely souls ...“
As if he could read his mind. It had always been like that.
Casey shook his dark thoughts off and smiled.
„You and lonely? You didn't get any invitation for a party? I can't believe that.“
Zeke laughed.
„You know, I've left the wild times behind and finally settled down. So, what do you think?“
Casey hesitated only a short moment. Zeke had never been a fan of Christmas or other holidays. More the down to earth guy who didn't need a Christmas tree, cozy hours in front of the fireplace or lovingly wrapped up presents. It would be an evening like any other, they would order some Thai, have a Heineken, or two, watch a movie or just chat. Not Christmas, but so much better than to spend the evening all alone and sing the blues.
*go to part 2*
Re: Fill 2/2: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler
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Date: 2013-02-25 08:47 pm (UTC)Arrow, Ollie/Digg, Love in an elevator.
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Date: 2013-02-25 08:48 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Magic trick.
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