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Today's theme is Fluff. Urban Dictionary defines Fluff as a fanfic in which the story has no plot, only humorous or romantic nonsense.
The Rules still haven't changed, and are as follows:
No more than five prompts in a row
If your prompt is filled you may prompt again
No more than Three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers please Warn and leave plenty of space
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character/character, prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling:
Assassin's Creed, Ezio +/ any, "Assassins do not cuddle."
Frasier, any or ensemble, "Prosecco or Cava?"
MCU (AoSHIELD), FitzSimmons, holding hands
Today's theme is Fluff. Urban Dictionary defines Fluff as a fanfic in which the story has no plot, only humorous or romantic nonsense.
The Rules still haven't changed, and are as follows:
No more than five prompts in a row
If your prompt is filled you may prompt again
No more than Three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers please Warn and leave plenty of space
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character/character, prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling:
Assassin's Creed, Ezio +/ any, "Assassins do not cuddle."
Frasier, any or ensemble, "Prosecco or Cava?"
MCU (AoSHIELD), FitzSimmons, holding hands
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:13 pm (UTC)Fill: "Sick Leave"
Date: 2014-06-04 11:20 pm (UTC)U let out a mechanical whine, drooping, but not letting go of the blanket. U rolled closer, bobbing the blanket up and down at him.
Tony tried to scowl, but his frown was marred by the sneeze that nearly took out U’s camera ‘eye’. Dummy perked up – as much as a robot could – at the sound of his sneeze, and grabbed a box of tissues, rolling over. “I don’t need that, Dummy!” He considered his runny nose. “No, no, I need that, bring that here. U, no blanket. U! No blanket!” Butterfingers rolled up with an over the counter bottle of cold medicine. “No, Butterfingers, I don’t need that, ei – ei - ” The sneeze splattered the two closest bots. “Either!” He snatched the tissues from Dummy, pulling some out and blowing his nose. “If I need anything else, I’ll let you know. I’ll let you know!” He waved at the bots. “Shoo. Go clean something.”
They all whirled around him like miniature mechanical dervishes instead. Tony growled and flung his arms at them, like they were chickens. “I swear I’m going to turn you all into plant holders!”
Dummy whined.
Tony narrowed his eyes at them all. “I know you’re trying to help. I don’t need any help! I’m not a baby, and there are other things you can be doing. And you should be – haaachooooo!” Tony sniffed. “Doing!”
They kept coming, offering him a pillow, a bottle of water, a second box of tissues. Tony felt inundated with their offerings. “No! Enough! Go away!”
The bots ignored his words, determined to take care of him. The gifts piled up around him, a mass of things that kept him from moving anywhere. Which is how Pepper found him a few hours later.
“What happened here?” she asked, folding her arms and tapping her fingers against the bend of her elbow.
“They think I’m sick.” Tony coughed, giving her a pitiful look.
“I think you are sick. Don’t you have a mask you could be wearing?”
“Oh, that’s payback for when I asked you, isn’t it?” Tony made a circular motion around his mouth for emphasis. “It is, isn’t it? Can you help me? What are you doing?”
What she was doing was taking her phone out, holding it up and taking a picture. And another. And another.
“Pepper!”
“Tony, you’re sick. And they’re cute when they’re taking care of you.” Pepper grinned, snapping one more photo. “And it’s adorable.”
“Is not.” Tony pouted, looking down at the pile of gifts, then back up at Pepper. “Okay, it is. Help?”
“I don’t know, it’s nice to know if I’m not around, someone will take care of you.”
“Does this mean you’re not going to help me?” Tony reached out as she turned on her toe, walking off. “Pep? Pepper? Please?”
She giggled, opening the door. “Feel better, Tony!”
“Pepper!” he hollered as the door closed. The bots wheeled closer, boxing him in. “Gah!”
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-04 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-04 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-04 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-05 05:58 am (UTC)"Tough job?" He questioned, already knowing the answer by the amount of cupcakes cooling on racks.
"Yeah..."
Walking up behind his lover, he wrapped his arms around him dropping a kiss on Eliot's exposed neck. "Anything I can do to help?"
"The dishes?"
Clint laughed. "Of course," he answered, giving Eliot a squeeze before releasing him and gathering the dirty bowls. Eliot's request wasn't unexpected. Normally anally clean about his kitchen when he comfort baked things went to hell and he usually cleaned up.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked mainly to see where Eliot's head was.
"Not yet," Eliot answered.
"So what did you bake?" He asked respecting Eliot's need to not talk.
"Chocolate with an orange chocolate buttercream frosting, and a lemon blueberry with a vanilla buttercream and lemon zest. I was debating making your cinnamon cardamom, but I'm running out of steam."
Clint wiped his hands dry and stepped up behind Eliot as his lover piped icing onto the cupcakes. Wrapping his arms around him again, he simply remained in position while Eliot worked, only letting to when he could reach something and hand it to Eliot.
He knew better than to stick his fingers in Eliot's bowls, but that was okay, his restraint was rewarded by being able to lick tastes off Eliot's fingers and that also gave him the chance to subtly seduce his lover into a better mood and usually into bed for reaffirming lovemaking.
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:33 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Sam Wilson, Sam loves Steve and Natasha. Bucky loves Steve and Natasha. Natasha loves all three of them, and so does Steve. They make it work.
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:35 pm (UTC)Boy Meets World, Shawn + Cory, one soul in two bodies
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:36 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, bakery AU - Bucky's an honorably discharged vet who bakes and Steve's the shy writer who always sits at the table in the corner by the window
so, this happened.
Date: 2014-06-06 05:31 am (UTC)Steve's knee hits the table so hard he nearly spills coffee all over his notebook. For once, he's glad at least he doesn't take a laptop with him to write. So he's old fashioned, shoot him.
"Sorry - what?" Steve asks, because when he's done wiping coffee off his jeans, he looks up to see that it's him. The guy. Bucky. The one Steve's been coming into this bakery every day to see, while pretending to write.
Well, he is a writer. He actually does that, when he isn't checking out the guy who owns the place, desperately trying not to change the main character in his story to look just like him. Brown hair and blue eyes, with a body that tells Steve this guy wasn't always just the owner of a bakery.
Okay, so he's asked around a bit. Steve's a writer; he does research.
"Hey. You alive in there?" Bucky waves one hand in front of Steve's face, and Steve smells sugar and flour and frosting - and then he finally looks somewhere other than at the guy, *Bucky's* face and notices that his other hand is holding a plate with a cupcake on it. Sprinkles, chocolate frosting, the whole works.
"Oh," Steve says. "I didn't - I mean, thank you. But I didn't order that."
Bucky rolls his eyes. "I know," he says. "It's a bribe." When Steve just keeps staring at him like he doesn't understand English or something, he continues, "I've been trying to get you to ask me out for weeks, man. My mom always said good food was a way to a guy's heart..."
"Yes," Steve says.
"Although, I don't know if she was talking about me... What?"
"Yes," Steve repeats, a little louder this time.
Bucky smiles. "Yes to the date, or to the cupcake?"
"The date," Steve clarifies, but then he takes his eyes off Bucky for a second again and changes his mind. "Actually, both."
Bucky grins, sets the cupcake down on the table and pulls up a chair. "We'll split it," he says.
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:37 pm (UTC)Once Upon a Time, Rumplestiltskin/Belle, Oh, how the mighty fall in love
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:38 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
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Date: 2014-06-04 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-04 09:50 pm (UTC)(note: can be baby!Risemboolers or post-Promised Day)
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Date: 2015-03-24 04:57 am (UTC)"Get up," she rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, pulling him off the couch, down to the floor.
"Wha?" Clint asks, but he's too tired to argue so he just lays there, watching her from his side as she pulls every cushion off the couch, disappears into his room and comes out with her arms full of pillows and quilts. She does some crazy things with the cushions that he's pretty sure defies the laws of physics, then throws one of the quilts on top of the whole shebang and crawls inside.
"You coming or not, Hawkeye?" She says and Clint rolls onto his stomach and crawls through the tiny opening. There's just enough room inside for the two of them. It's dark and warm and he can smell her fancy perfume a lot stronger in here. She's pressed up against him, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder and Clint wants to say something, maybe say everything, but he doesn't really know where to start, or where he'd even stop.
"Katie," he says, his voice breaking, but she shushes him with a finger to her mouth.
"No feelings inside the blanket fort," she says. "Rule number one."
Clint leans against the back of the couch and lets Kate slump against him. "Whatever you say, Hawkeye."
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Date: 2014-06-04 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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