Dydd Gwener: Curtain Fics

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

It's Friday and I hope you've had a great time this week. I'm evil_little_dog and today's my last day hosting. Today's theme is Curtain Fics, so all prompts and fills should be filled with domestic (happy) endings.

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 above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ MCU, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, designing their living quarters at Stark Towers
+ Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger, She likes non-magical homes
+ Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Trying out their new bed

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tag=Curtain Fics

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[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller, Eric and Sam buy a new bed (maybe post-movie, when Eric is a bit more confident? Though it's optional, of course :) )

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries (movies), Timothy Callahan/Donald Strachey, Tim and Don attempt to cook something together

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, the times Harry tries to give Louis a cooking lesson generally don't end with any sort of edible food (less because Louis' a bad student and more because they get distracted with each other)

[tigriswolf]

Shane (novel), Joe Starrett/Marian Starrett/Shane, he comes back and stays with them on the homestead

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/ex-Winter Soldier, come with me and just forget the world

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(My first time trying out this ship. :3)

Steve found the ex-Winter Soldier on a Tuesday morning, hanging around the museum display about Bucky Barnes. He made sure to approach loudly, say, "Hey," as casually as he could, but the stranger with his best friend's face still started sharply and turned, looking hunted.

But when he said, "Steve?" he sounded plaintive, almost frightened, the way Bucky had when they were kids and one of them had a nightmare during a sleepover, and Steve couldn't help but close a hand around his wrist and tug.

"Come with me."

"But –"

"Just forget the rest of the world." Steve bundled Bucky into his car, and they drove, far from the city both of them knew, till the urban skyline gave way to country horizon. Steve found a house in a small town, a fixer-upper that he could buy for cents on the dollar because the thing was a foreclosure, and he bought it in cash on the spot. (Being dead for as long as he had while his accounts accrued interest for decades plus combat pay with SHIELD made for a pretty penny.)

The real estate agent looked askance at Steve's shadow, the bulky man who held himself like he wanted to be as small as he could and was possibly missing an arm. Steve explained, calmly, that his friend was a veteran, and that made the real estate agent warm up considerably, but Bucky barely said a word to the woman.

Once the deed was in hand, Steve set about fixing the house. He and Bucky made camp - sleeping bags, propane stove, canned food - in the living room, and for months they worked side-by-side in near silence. It took them a while, but soon they found a rhythm to working together, maneuvering in small, awkward spaces and sharing tools. Bucky stared at each tool like he was trying to read a book in a foreign language, and Steve despaired of him ever recovering the handy-man dexterity he once had with a hammer or a wrench.

For the first few weeks, the neighbors avoided them, but then one day the doorbell rang - it was one of the first things Steve fixed, after watching a YouTube video about it - and a woman was there with a Tupperware container full of home-baked cookies.

She was Baptist and a widow and constantly chattered on about the seemingly endless church activities and socials she was involved in (and invited them to), but she didn't blink at the way Steve looked at Bucky sometimes, and when the weather turned colder, she even brought over a hand-knitted sweater with a little closed sleeve for Bucky's missing arm. She also brought over lots and lots of home-cooked food that could be stored in their little freezer and easily reheated in their little microwave, and even though Steve had demonstrated his superhuman strength more than once, she occasionally sent her grandson over to shovel their driveway and sidewalks.

And slowly the ramshackle little house became a home, and Steve and Bucky became part of the neighborhood, and the only people who ever knocked on their door were well-meaning neighbors, and none of them mentioned SHIELD or the Avengers even though more than one of them had recognized Steve.

When Bucky finally kissed him, Steve hoped the world had forgotten them and would never think of them again, because they were where they were supposed to be, and they would never leave.

[tigriswolf]

The Incredibles/Home/Despicable Me/Lilo&Stitch, Margot/Violet Parr & Tip Tucci/Edith/Lilo, they live in the same apartment building and have weekly dinners (where Violet pretends not to know her sister-in-law and her sister-in-law's wife&girlfriend are possible supervillians)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, not the happy ending they were expecting - but they love it all the same

Fill: Dragon Age: Inquisition, male!Hawke/Fenris – Not So Bad

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

I hope the fill fits the prompt at least a bit (there is a (hopeful)happy ending, but not as fluffy as the prompt implies)... I really hope it's still okay.
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Garrett was standing on the stairs, observing Skyhold at night. Two soldiers were still training, a sword against daggers, while others cheered, and a couple of people just left the tavern, laughing and singing, but other than that it was rather quiet.

After defeating Corypheus, hopefully for good this time, staying at Skyhold seemed strange. Right after the feast and celebrating their victory the Inquisitor had told Garrett that he could stay as long as he wanted, and that he would always be welcome, but Garrett still was not sure how he felt about it. It was not something he had planned, nor something he considered before, since coming to Skyhold was supposed to be a temporary affair.

After a few more minutes passed, Garrett went to his room, enjoying the weather and the sight of the mountains surrounding the castle. It had already stopped raining, so the air was cool and refreshing, and Garrett couldn’t help smiling. An hour earlier he had met with Varric, who also had told him that maybe staying a while wasn’t such a bad idea, considering how much time they had spent running.

They. Garrett and Fenris. Garrett had travelled to the castle alone because he hadn’t wanted to endanger Fenris, but the warrior had found him anyway. He would never forget the moment when his and Fenris’ eyes had met after the feast. Fenris had walked up to him, squeezing between the soldiers and nobles who had wanted to enter the main hall, and for a moment he had thought Fenris would punch him. Instead, the warrior had silently put his hand on Garrett’s cheek, still wearing his gauntlets, just looking at him. Garrett had leaned into the touch for a moment before catching Fenris’ hand and leading them to his room. Feeling Fenris’ arms around him was the only thing he had needed right then.

It was funny. When he was younger he had thought he would lead a quiet life. Even after everything that had happened, after Kirkwall, after running away, deep down he had still hoped that he and Fenris would be able to find something for themselves, even if it was just wishful thinking. They had been running for so long, hiding, and now...

“Hawke?”

Garrett blinked a few times and turned his head to look at Fenris, who was walking towards their room as well.

“Hey, Fenris. How was training?”

“Fine,” he said shortly, stepping closer to Hawke and stepping into the room after Hawke opened the door. “The Iron Bull had asked me to join his mercenaries for drinks tomorrow. Are you well?”

Tomorrow. That was what Fenris said. The warrior seemed to enjoy Skyhold, something Garrett did not expect at all. When he was not with Hawke he was talking to Varric and Sera, and spending a lot of time training with the Seeker and Cullen’s soldiers, so much that Cullen had asked if Fenris would mind training them. That offer had surprised not only Hawke, but also Fenris, who had said he would consider it. Hawke was not sure what he thought about Cullen’s change of attitude, but he had left the decision to Fenris.

Was Fenris planning to stay in Skyhold? Would he want to? They never discussed it, but...

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” Hawke smiled, stepping closer to the warrior to run his fingers through Fenris’ silver hair. “I was just thinking. It’s... not so bad here, is it?”

Fenris kept looking him in the eyes, the small frown disappearing from his face as he leaned closer, kissing Garret gently.

Maybe staying in Skyhold for a longer while was not a part of Garrett’s plan, but as long as Fenris was with him, it didn’t matter where they were.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, moving in together

Filled!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(I can't believe no one else got to this before me.)

The day DADT was repealed, Rodney presented John with a key to his - larger, nicer - apartment and declared that it was time to move in together. John accepted the key with a smile and a kiss, and everyone in the lab cheered.

John knew that they'd been living together since the first time John went to get ready for another dinner with the brass and realized he'd left his dress uniform in Rodney's closet.

With the rest of his clothes.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, their first date is a disaster but that doesn't stop them

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, home early from trip as a surprise

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, it's not normal but it works for us

Fill!

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

You had to know I'd steal this. But It Works For Us. (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/25481.html) Rodney lives in a mansion. Evan is cute with kids. John cooks. Jeannie doens't understand any of it.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Wade suggests they buy a new bed.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, cooking is Hannibal's expertise.

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Hannibal’s excellent sense of smell would have been sufficient to tell him something was amiss as he entered the house. He didn’t need the confirmation of the incessant bleeping from the smoke alarm to know Will had been cooking again. He walked through to the kitchen to see what would best be described as a burnt offering. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Cookies,” Will said by way of explanation. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Might I suggest you take a drive and surprise me with the choice of ice cream you select from the store, while I start preparing dinner?”

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Sense8, Lito/Hernando, Lito can't do much around the house without Hernando's help.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Castiel always arrives when Dean is already warm in bed.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Sif, Darcy is always there after a battle ready to fight the stress or celebrate the victories.

Fill: MCU, Darcy Lewis/Sif – confidence

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

I’m so glad to see a Sif/Darcy prompt! :D
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Working with Jane, not to mention meeting Thor and numerous Asgardians, as well as the Avengers, prepared Darcy for a lot of strange situations, doesn’t matter if it was about weird weapons, unknown organizations or some kind of aliens. She considered herself to be a clever and resourceful person, but it was always good to know more about what to expect or what could she encounter in the future. She had learned even more after she started dating an Asgardian. It was nothing like she had ever expected, but she wasn’t complaining. And Sif was a powerful warrior, a great person and a thoughtful, attentive girlfriend. Jackpot.

The fact that Sif had responsibilities on Asgard, and was a warrior who defended Earth when working with S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers, meant she was very often busy, which Darcy understood well. She was working with Jane, after all. At first scheduling anything was kind of difficult, considering time differences between Asgard and Earth, but it didn’t stop them. And besides those dates, every time Sif was working with someone from Earth she always made time to meet with Darcy, even if it was only for a short while to talk about Darcy’s work, Sif’s responsibilities or.. for other pleasurable activities. Sif supported and respected Darcy’s choices and Darcy did the same for her, every time Sif needed it.

Darcy was capable of fighting , too, and she was able to help, but the difficult part of dating an Asgardian warrior was that she couldn’t always be there for Sif and she knew that. But even if being next to her girlfriend was not always a possibility, she could always be there for her before and after.

She was there for Sif when she felt irritated, when she was grieving and when she was celebrating victories, smiling and laughing happily, confident and powerful.

The celebrations were always pretty much spectacular, doesn’t matter if they were among friends, or it was only the two of them.

One day, when Darcy was working on the equipment for Jane’s next experiment, and Jane was doing research on her computer, the door to Darcy’s apartment was opened with a great impact. The bright smile that was on Sif’s face was almost blinding. Fearlessness and confidence were very, very attractive.

“Lady Darcy, Lady Jane!” she said and Darcy couldn’t help smiling at the happiness in her voice. She didn’t even notice when Jane left, but right after she closed the door, Sif wrapped her arms around Darcy’s waist, and soon Darcy was kissed passionately, as she wrapped her arms around the warrior’s neck.

“I knew you would win,” Darcy said as she pulled away, breathing heavily. “No one challenges you and gets away with it, huh?”

“I have proved him he was not yet ready to take such responsibilities. And I have received a permission to stay here for a few days.”

“Did you now,” Darcy bit her lip. “Wait here. I’ll just help Jane with her experiment and then we’ll find a way to celebrate.”

Sif nodded and sat down on the couch, observing Darcy work as she talked of her next plans. They will have a lot of time for celebrating.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Phil brings a plant to their appartment (maybe a gift from someone?). Clint ends up liking taking care of the plant

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Clint looked at the sorry little plant Phil brought home and sat on the table,  “What is that?” he asked poking it with a finger.



“It’s a plant. I rescued it,” Phil told him proudly.



Clint just shook his head. Phil always accused him of rescuing pathetic things.  His scruffy one eyed dog and the nearly tailless cat, for example.  But a plant, he didn’t know anything about plants. “It’s pretty pathetic. Think it will live?” he asked as he watched Phil walk into the kitchen and return with a glass of water to pour some into the pot.



“Worth a try.”



“if you say so,” he commented, not convinced as he pulled out his phone to take a picture of the plant to show the florist shop he jogged by every morning. Because of course, it would become his new project to care for and nurse back to health.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Author’s choice, any/any, cozy cottage in the woods

Fill: White Collar, Neal/Sara, AU

[sapphire2309]

They buy a house in a small town in New York. It looks like a cottage from a distance, but up close, it's simply far too big. There are more rooms than they'll ever need and quaint little fireplaces everywhere and vines of flowers draped over every wall.

"We'll fill up all the rooms with kids," Neal jokes.

Sara glares at him. "I am not pushing that many humans out of my body," she declares.

-:-

Turns out, they're both right.

After two years of trying and more doctor's visits than they care to count, they turn to fostering and adoption.

Their first child is a boy. Seventeen years old. One fifty six pounds, eight ounces.

Michael is muscular and tattooed and angry because he had a plan, he was all set to age out of the system and look after himself and then they picked him. (He's awed, because he hasn't been this lucky in years.) He fights and curses and resents them till they hand him a few college brochures and offer to help with the tuition.

He maybe calls them Mom and Dad when he comes home for the first time after joining college. (He has a place he can call home.)

-:-

Michael does not remain an only child for long. He is joined by Elena and Emily and Lashauna and Nathaniel over the years.

Neal and Sara live more frugally than they used to. Neal keeps a sharp eye on his investments and is never more reckless than he should be. Sara keeps such meticulous accounts that she's rarely off by even so much as fifty cents. But their house bubbles with laughter and that's all they ever wanted.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean (Or Sam/Dean) The bunker is their home sweet home

Fill, Pancakes and Apple Pie

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Dean's hair sticks out in odd ways, and he looks comfortable in his bathrobe, homely. He lets out a big yawn and stretches, as he waits to turn the pancake over for the other side to cook.

Sam smiles, watching his brother stress free for once, not a single crease of worry on his face. The bunker is calm, and silent except for Dean's humming what sounds like Enter the Sandman to Sam's ears. It's like a paradise away from the ugly truth of reality, and Sam wants to hold onto this very moment for as long as possible.

"Hey, you, eat!" Dean tells him, throwing a bunched up kitchen towel his way to stop his daydreaming.

"I am eating, look." Sam takes a bite out of his tower of pancakes and syrup.

Dean narrows his eyes, one hand over his hip, the other waving the spatula accusingly towards Sam. "You can't fool me, Sammy. You've only just begun."

"Come on, man, just join me already."

Once he finishes with his pancake making, Dean sits down on the table next to Sam. Huge grin playing on his lips.

"I'm thinking an apple pie for dinner, what'd ya say?"

"I say it sounds like we've got dinner covered."

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any slash couple, shopping for a new bed for their new home

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“You’re sucking all the magic out of it,” John complained.

“There’s no magic to picking out a bed, Colonel,” Rodney replied. “Did you think I just conjured the one I have on Atl…back home?”

John sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a nice bed, but Rodney was much choosier about mattresses and headboards than he’d ever be. He didn’t like shopping, didn’t matter if it was for clothes or furniture. He’d always been a big proponent of renting furnished places, and during his brief marriage to Nancy he’d left all that interior decorating stuff up to her.

Rodney had insisted that John come with him.

“Stop being such a big baby. This shouldn’t take long.”

Famous last words. Rodney had demanded that the salesman show him every Tempur-Pedic mattress available. Each one had to be tested out of course, and so Rodney had John sitting and laying and bouncing on each one. He didn’t honestly notice much difference between them but Rodney sure did.

“This is much too soft. I’d have to start wearing a back brace.”

“Multi-zone? No. I don’t need a range of firmness, I want something firm. Period.”

Finally he settled on a mattress that made John choke when he saw the price tag. “Rodney! This is four grand!”

“You know I need something high-end for my bad back,” Rodney replied dismissively. He turned to the salesman. “I need this in King.”

“Regular or split King?”

“Regular will be just fine. Now let’s find a bed.”

John held Rodney back, one hand curled around his arm. “Rodney, we can’t spend that much on a mattress.”

“Do we have to talk again about how much money I have? That we both have? What are you saving it all for?” Rodney tugged him along to the area of the showroom where the bed frames were. “This is our vacation home, and when I’m on vacation I want to be comfortable. If you’d rather sleep on a bedroll, knock yourself out.”

“I just think it’s excessive for a mattress.”

John didn’t even know why he was making such a big deal about it. When they’d gone shopping for a seaside home, which they’d only use at most three or four times a year on leave, he hadn’t batted an eye at the cost.

“This isn’t about the money,” Rodney said. He held a hand up to the salesman, indicating that the guy should back off for a minute. “If you’re having second thoughts, just say so.”

“I’m not having second thoughts. It’s just…”

Rodney waited, an uneasy look on his face, but John wasn’t sure what he was trying to say. Hell, he wasn’t even sure knew what the problem was.

“Buying the house was too much, wasn’t it? Too fast. Cadman told me I was rushing things, but things seemed to be going good between us.”

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

James Bond (Craig movies), James Bond/Q, They actually thought ordering online would make the process easier.

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Q stared at the moving men, who quailed under his frostily unimpressed gaze. Then he glanced over his shoulder at James.

"What the hell are we going to do with three king-size mattresses? Why do we bloody well have three King-size mattresses? There must be some mistake," he said to the movers.

One of them waved the clipboard with the order form like a white flag.

James, leaning against the wall, the picture of insouciance (and unfairly gorgeous in a soft-knit sweater and gray slacks), shrugged. "Beats me."

Q narrowed his eyes at James. "I left you alone with my laptop for one day while I went to my Nan's bridge party. All you had to do was order a single mattress."

"Which I did."

"Three times."

James examined his fingernails. "I might have been a bit impatient at how slow the website was running and clicked a button more than I ought."

"The whole point of ordering online was to make this easy!"

One of the movers cleared his throat. "If you don't mind, sirs, we have other deliveries to make." He held out the clipboard.

Q eyed it like he'd just been presented the corpse of a cat.

James crossed the flat and scrawled his signature on the form, offered the movers a tip from the fold of cash in his pocket, and closed the door behind them. Then he caught Q by the wrists and pinned him against the first mattress, leaned in and nibbled the line of Q's throat.

"We have three bedrooms and three mattresses. You really don't know what we're going to do with them? I thought you were a genius."

Q's eyes fluttered closed. "Right you are, James." And he let James drag him down onto the second mattress.

Several athletic and sweaty hours later, Q decided that three mattresses wasn't a mistake after all.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Any, he hasn't been curtain shopping since before his daughter was born. Doing it now is bringing up mixed feelings.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Rey + Finn/Poe Dameron, She's not even in the relationship but somehow she still ends up dragged along when they go shopping for new furniture.

Fill, The Pros and Cons of Choosing a Bed

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Somehow she's always in the middle of things. Their things.

She's had more insight into their relationship than anyone ever, and knows things she never wanted to hear. Poe can be too frank. And while Finn can be more subdued — only not really — from time to time. When it comes to Poe he's all smiles, and a never ending stream of sweet-nothing's and praise. They're equally ridiculous.

But they're her friends, so she takes everything with a grain of sand. Or something like that, because she cares.

Still, in moments like this when she's on the last bits of her patience, she can't begin to understand how she ended up with such friends. Much less how she was dragged along with them to choose furniture for their new apartment of all things.

"I think red would be nice."

"How about orange?"

"How about you shut up and give me a kiss?"

"Sounds good to me."

And they're back to making out like they're the last people in the entire galaxy, it's quite the show. Rey has to smile awkwardly to every passerby giving them an odd look when they almost topple over a couch. She groans and wants to go back home already. She has important things to do, like tend to her ship.

She clears her throat with decision. "Sorry, do you think we could hurry this up?"

They break apart, lips shiny and twin grins on their lips.

"Yeah, sorry, Rey, we just need to decide on a bed," Finn says.

"A good sturdy one," Poe supplies.

They're my friends. They're my friends, she reminds herself.

They march on towards the aisle with the beds, and Rey takes it as a little victory.

Only five minutes later they're back at it again.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer(+/Any), It shouldn't be but somehow it's still surprising that Eliot makes a good enough interior designer to make the target couple stop fighting and actually pick out goddamned curtains.

Fill: Eliot, Hardison/Parker; Sophie

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Sophie thought it was patently unfair that she had to tag along while Parker and Hardison went house-shopping because Parker could not be trusted alone with Hardison's credit card. If both Hardison and Eliot were along, why couldn't they supervise her?

Possibly because Eliot looked ready to murder something while Hardison and Parker argued about curtains. Hardison thought they should special-order some curtains online that would prevent anyone from using parabolic microphones on their home. Parker thought they should special-order curtains from somewhere else online that sold curtains that could be used as escape routes for the pro thief in an emergency situation. But she wanted to look at colors here, because the curtains from that web site were very customizable, compared to the ugly curtains Hardison wanted.

This was their special house, their first one together as the new team. Parker wanted their home to be perfect. Hardison wanted it to be safe.

"Enough!" Eliot roared, and everyone in the massive showroom fell silent.

Hardison actually looked afraid. Parker rolled her eyes.

"Like you know how to pick out curtains."

Eliot pushed past the arguing couple and stomped over to a window display. "Look, this is the type of window in the living room. You have to get an upholstered valance as well as curtains or the window will look too stark. The color you've picked for the walls is pale, and you'll need to get a darker version of the same color as an accent or a darker version of an appropriately contrasting color. If you buy a souped-up version of these cords to tie the curtains back, they will serve as an escape route if necessary. You can buy the anti-surveillance curtains as a liner for these curtains so they're not an eyesore. But so help me if you get something ugly I will kill you both and no one will find your bodies."

Hardison and Parker fell into a contemplative silence.

Sophie pasted on her most winning smile and directed it at the nearest salesman, who looked ready to wet himself. "Can we get some assistance over here?"

"I like that idea," Parker said. "It works. But the color I was looking at wasn't all that ugly."

"Yes it was," Sophie said.

Hardison narrowed his eyes at Eliot. "How did you even know that?"

"Colors are all about context," Eliot began.

Parker threw a pillow at him.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

MCU, Thor/Tony + Any, as a joke, Thor buys actual curtains and pretends not to know that they're not actually a cape. It makes his boyfriend laugh.