sryada: Cocktail Names

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Hi, everybody! I’m doreyg and today's theme is Cocktail Names. Ever browsed a cocktail menu in a restaurant and marvelled over the many weird names for drinks? Then today is the day for you! Simply go to the List of Cocktails on Wikipedia, and pick your prompts from there.

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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

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

Some tipsy examples to get the ball rolling...
+ JSA (Comics), Alan Scott/Jay Garrick, Aviation
+ Star Trek: TNG, Q/Jean-Luc Picard, Astro Pop
+ Harry Potter – JK Rowling, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Snakebite

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

Have fun! :D

tag=Cocktail Names

Comments

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Between the Sheets

Fill: MCU - Clint Barton/Phil Coulson - Pillow Talk

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"I missed you." Clint snuggled up closer to Phil, draping a leg over Phil's and nuzzling his neck in a way that was more comforting than sexual. "The mission lasted way too long. Hill is a slave driver and Sitwell always sides with her."

Phil made a happy sound low in his throat then chuckled. "Jasper knows she'll make his life miserable if he doesn't."

"It makes my life miserable when he does." Clint grumbled though he sounded less out of sorts than his words led anyone listening to assume. "The couch in his office isn't nearly as comfortable as yours."

"Good." Phil grinned rolling slightly to plan a kiss firmly on Clint's lips. "I'd hate to think you'd trade up because Jasper had a better couch."

"Nope." Clint chuckled then returned the kiss with one that a little more demanding and needy. When they broke apart he ran his finger tips over Phil's jaw touching him lightly. "Even if he had the best couch in the world that would never happen."

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark/James Rhodes or Bruce Banner/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Incredible Hulk

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow, Sara Lance/Nyssa al Ghul, Black Velvet

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, Breakfast Martini

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Tuxedo

Mini Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Quatre sat back and took a deep breath, dragged the back of his wrist across his forehead. Then he set the wrench back down in the community toolbox and poked through it for the screwdrivers. As much as he'd grown up spoiled, he was a bit of a control freak with Sandrock. Even when the Maguanac Corps was around, he liked to make fine repairs to Sandrock on his own.

"Heading out. Back when the mission's done."

Quatre looked up. Trowa stood in the doorway wearing a sleek black tuxedo. The cummerbund made his eyes even greener.

"Well, this is an interesting turn of events." Quatre rose up, trailing his gaze over Trowa appreciatively.

"Officers' Ball," Trowa said. "No uniforms tonight. Probably so any soldiers can blend in."

Quatre stepped closer, careful not to let his grease-stained overalls brush the fabric of the Trowa's tuxedo. "You're beautiful."

"That's kind of the point."

Quatre searched Trowa's gaze, saw the resignation there. He leaned up on his toes and kissed Trowa solidly on the mouth.

"Remember," he said, "whoever takes you home tonight, you're mine."

"Always yours," Trowa murmured and kissed him back. Then he turned and walked away.

Quatre watched till he vanished fully into the darkness outside of the hangar where all of the Gundams were being kept, and then he went back to work. Next time, he might be the one in the tuxedo, selling his body and soul for the freedom of the colonies.

Best not to think about it too much. Best not to think about anything besides the repairs to be made, the plans to bring to the others, and how beautiful Trowa looked tonight.

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Repo! The Genetic Opera, Amber/Graverobber, Black Velvet

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Death in the Afternoon

FILL: Death In The Afternoon (The Man From Uncle (2015) - Napoleon, Illya)

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

“Damn it, Peril,” Napoleon said. “If there was ever a time and place not to die on me, this would be it. And what is it with your obsession with drowning!”

It was no easy task to haul two hundred pounds of soaking wet, unconscious Russian out of a bath tub, but he managed. Putting said soaking wet agent down gently on the bathroom floor was beyond him, though, so he had to settle for dumping him roughly before his back and his muscles gave out.

The injection mark on Illya’s neck was red and enflamed, which explained the how, Napoleon supposed. There were few people skilled enough to get the better of his ill-tempered partner, but it would all be moot if he wasn’t able to do something about it.

He pressed his ear to the Russian’s chest, heard the slow stubborn thud of his heart. It figured that Illya would hold on to the last, but then Napoleon hoped his proximity to the room when things had taken a turn for the worse would be a point in their favour.

He tilted Illya’s chin back, scooped his finger in the man’s mouth to clear it out and make sure his tongue was flat and then breathed twice into him.

Illya’s chest rose and fell, but didn’t rise again.

“Come on, you oversized grouch,” Napoleon demanded. “Do you have any idea what Gaby would do to me if I came home without you?”

He exhaled into his mouth again, again, again, broke off to check there was still a pulse, and then suddenly Illya spasmed, and flailed, and Napoleon barely avoided catching a blow to the face that would have knocked him flat.

“It’s me, Illya!” He threw himself on top of the Russian, aware only the other man’s condition allowed for him to be pinned by body weight. “For God’s sake, stop before you do both of us damage!”

Illya slumped back, panting, but Napoleon didn’t miss the way his muscles stayed taut until one large hand came to rest on the back of his neck.

“Cowboy,” he wheezed. “You and water for me – not a good combination.”

“Then I suggest you stay out of bathtubs at three in the afternoon.”

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

American Horror Story: Coven, Madison/Zoe, Angel Face

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Berserk, Charlotte/Griffith, My fair lady

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any japanese character(/any), Sake Bomb

Fill: Weiss Kreuz, Omi Tsukiyono + Ken Hidaka

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Omi stared at the glass Ken pushed across the bar.

Ken smiled brightly, nudged the glass closer. "It's a Sake Bomb!"

"I'm finally old enough to drink, and this is what you give me?"

Ken rolled his eyes. "Drink it. It's good!"

Omi looked down at the drink, then up at Ken, at his earnest smile, at the fractures in his gaze, the tension in his jaw. He sighed and tugged the drink closer. "Fine. For the record, though, I get enough of bombs at work."

Ken raised his eyebrows. "Did you want me to get you something with flowers and an umbrella instead?"

"Not that work." Omi took a deep breath, raised the glass, and knocked it back like he'd seen Yohji do. It burned going down, and his eyes watered, and Ken patted him on the back.

"I know," Ken said softly. "I know."

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Hikaru Sulu/Ben Sulu, Tuxedo

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood (/ or & any if you wish), dark and stormy

Fill: Shadowhunters - Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane - The Eyes Have It

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

There are so many things that Magnus finds incredibly attractive about Alec. His smile and the fact that he is completely unaware of his affect on the people around him are near the top of the list, but thing that does Magnus in every single time is Alec's eyes. Whether they are dancing with laughter or dark and stormy with anger or passion they grab Magnus and hold him trapped against his will.

It's a bit disconcerting for a man Magnus' age and supposed sophistication level, but something about Alec makes Magnus feel like a giddy young warlock discovering the world of sexual pleasure for the first time.

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Uhura/Chapel, sex on the beach

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Natasha Romanoff/Bruce Banner, Sex with the Bartender

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, anyone training to be a bartender, "No, that can't be its actual name."

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Old Fashioned

[tigriswolf]

The Walking Dead (TV), author's choice, zombie

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Fallen Angel

Fill

[darkmoore.livejournal.com]

He misses them. Misses them like the not-so-proverbial lost limb that they are. He misses them fiercely, but that’s okay. He’s okay. He still gets to fly. He still gets to soar through the air and the endless inky black of space. He still gets to have this, only in a different kind of way now.

One of his brethren once asked him if it was worth it. If he was worth it.

Worth falling for.

John had only smiled. He hadn’t fallen. He had chosen this path, conscious and with his eyes wide open. The only falling that had happened had been the falling in love with his charge, as he grew into the amazing man John felt proud to call his partner today. He’d watched, unseen, as the boy he’d been tasked to protect turned into the one person John loved with all his heart. The one person he would do anything for.

Even giving up his wings.

He’d made his choice and had never regretted it a single second.

He misses them, yes, but every minute spent with Rodney, every hour spent by his side makes up for all John has given up. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but spending the rest of his mortal life with Rodney.

John isn’t a fallen angel because that would imply that he is faulty somehow, wrong. Nothing could be further from the truth, because if there is one thing John is certain of, it is the knowledge that he is right where he belongs.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, London Fog

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, Blood and Sand

Fill 1/2: Jack O'Neill + Shen Xiaoyi + Clone!Jack

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What’ll it be?” The bartender was an attractive woman, red-blonde hair, pouty smile, low-cut blouse, about a decade too young for Jack (although about the same age as Major Lorne, now that he thought about it, and he pushed that thought aside).

Jack went to ask for a pint of guinness, because he was nothing if not traditional when it came to beverages, and then his date for the evening sat down on the barstool beside him. Ambassador Shen, of Jack’s favorite organization, the IOA.

“Blood and Sand,” he said, and Shen raised her eyebrows, looked offended, but the bartender nodded and smiled and said, “Right away, sir,” and turned to make his drink.

“What’ll you have?” Jack smiled at Shen. “I’m buying.”

“Midori sour.” Shen settled onto the bar stool and crossed her legs primly.

When the bartender returned with Jack’s drink, he ordered Shen’s. “So, what have I done, that merited an invitation to drinks from Ambassador Shen?”

In Washington DC, ambassadors were a dime a dozen, and they were having drinks in one of a hundred upscale bars were power-brokering took place off the record, after hours, under cover of smiles and darkness and casual friendship.

“You’re meddling in my work,” Shen said.

Jack raised his eyebrows. “Me? I’ve been riding a desk in Washington like the good little flyboy that I am.”

“There’s a spy at Sheppard Industries,” Shen said. “I can’t tell who sent the spy or why, but I do know that when my contacts pulled fingerprints off of a flash drive we know the spy accessed, it had your prints on it.”

Sheppard Industries. Mini Me. Jack had agreed to be part of Mini Me’s backstop for some undercover gig he was doing for the NID. How had Mini Me been so sloppy?

“Never been there.” Jack sipped his drink.

“Prints don’t lie.”

Jack smiled. “Sure they do. One time someone caught me on video trying to assassinate President Hayes. Wasn’t me, though. You know the kind of people we work with and the kind of tech they have access to. If one of your minions found one of my fingerprints on something this alleged spy accessed, someone is trying to distract you. Did you rearrange something important tonight to come have drinks with me?”

Shen’s expression went carefully blank, which Jack knew meant she was panicking inside.

“I don’t know what’s going on at Sheppard Industries,” Jack said. “But I do know the Air Force protects its own, and if anyone goes after any of the Sheppard family, it won’t be pretty.”

Shen set down her drink, slid off the bar stool.

“I know what people say about me,” Jack continued conversationally, keeping his tone even and friendly. “John Sheppard is like me turned up to eleven, plus he’s younger and has more energy.”

“Pardon me, General O’Neill,” Shen said. “I must excuse myself.”

“You’re both pardoned and excused,” Jack said, and Shen had enough energy to glare at him over her shoulder before she vanished.

Jack supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised when someone else took Shen’s stool.

He wouldn’t have admitted he was surprised when the person next to him was none other than Mini Me.

“Are you even old enough to drink?” Jack asked.

Mini Me flashed the bartender a smile and said, “Pint of guinness, please.”

The bartender looked at Mini Me, then at Jack, nodded, and went to pull a pint for the kid. It was hard to look at Mini Me’s face and believe what was behind those dark eyes, dark eyes Jack saw in the mirror every morning.

“I didn’t think you’d be so sloppy as to let one of her goons get your fingerprints,” Jack said.

Mini Me smiled. “Not my fingerprints, are they?”

“There wasn’t something someone - Carter, McKay, Lee - could do to, you know, change that?”

“Some things never change,” Mini Me said. “Fingerprints, and handwriting.”

“You sing good, though.”

“You did, too. Too bad you never kept it up.”

“Not much call for it in soldiering. I’m surprised there’s much call for it in - what is it you do?”

[tigriswolf]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Brooklyn

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, Duck Fart

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, Suffering Bastard

Mini-fill: Gen (pre-Pokemon)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"This," Sam said, sliding a drink across the bar to Bucky, "is called a Suffering Bastard."

Bucky raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Drink up." Sam clapped him on the back. "Because you're gonna need it, while Steve's out there surrounded by beautiful women he doesn't know what to do with."

Bucky, who'd reached for the drink, paused. "What do you mean?"

Sam pulled his own bottle of beer closer. "I know you and Steve grew up in a different era, with different rules. I have no idea what those sick freaks at Hydra did with you, but I'm observant, and I work with people, and I notice things."

Bucky ducked his head, blushing. For once he was grateful for his longer hair, longer than he'd ever worn it before.

"So drink up," Sam said, "and either pine and be miserable, or do something about it."

"I already tried once, with Steve," Bucky said softly. "He said no."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Huh. You really are brave. Sorry, man. That sucks."

Bucky huffed. "Yeah, I guess I am a bit of a suffering bastard." And he sipped some of the drink. "Not bad."

"You aren't bad," Sam agreed.

Bucky sensed the weight behind those words. "Thanks."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Sam glanced over at Steve, who was attempting to escape from a group of admirers.

"I guess I should stop suffering and stop being a bastard," Bucky said.

"How so?" Sam leaned in, interested.

"I met a guy the other day, while I was out running."

Sam laughed. "A guy who could keep up with you?"

"I was keeping a low profile."

"And?"

"And he was nice. Attractive."

Sam waggled his eyebrows. "And...?"

"And I think I'll spend some time with him."

Sam smiled. "Great! Now, finish up that Suffering Bastard and let's find you a drink with a cheerier name."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ Danny Williams, Blue Hawaiian

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(My first foray into H50! Oh no!)

“Are you trying to kill me?” Danny asked. He stared at the blue drink Steve was holding out to him.

“That would be the guy who shot at you earlier today,” Steve said. “Drink up.”

“You call yourself a Navy SEAL? And you drink this blue umbrella fruity...thing?” Danny frowned. “Is it blueberry?”

“If you’re not going to drink it, I will.” Steve sank down at the table opposite him. “It’s called a Blue Hawaiian.”

“Is this like you constantly harassing me about wearing a tie?” Danny reached out and snagged the drink from Steve, took a sip. It wasn’t bad. Tasted like coconut and pineapple, though. Everything on the islands tasted like coconut or pineapple or both. Danny would never get used to it.

“Keep the tie if it helps you remember to duck,” Steve said.

Danny glanced down at the sling on his left arm. “I did duck. Just - not quite enough. You heard the doc. It’s a through-and-through. I’ll be fine.” He narrowed his eyes at Steve. “What are you so pissy about? I’m still alive. I’ve taken worse. You’ve taken worse.”

“Grace is going to freak out when she sees you.” Steve leaned in and stole a sip of the drink.

Danny tried to fend him off. “Hey, you bought this for me, this is my injury pity drink. Get your own. And yes, Grace will be upset, but I can reassure her that I will be fine, because I will be fine.” He peered at Steve. “You know that, right?”

Steve reached into his pocket, drew out a photograph, and pushed it across the table. “Do I?”

Danny frowned, picked up the photo. It was of him, candid, taken from a distance, like a surveillance photo, but someone had drawn a target over him.

“Suspect has it out for you.” Steve pushed another photo across the table, this one of Danny closer up, only someone had scratched out Danny’s face.

Danny pressed his lips into a thin line. “You think so?”

Steve tapped the photo. “That’s personal, Danny, and you know it.”

Danny sat back, sighed. “I hoped -”

“Hoped what, that I wouldn’t find out?”

“That it wasn’t him.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, leaned in. “You know who it is?”

“I have a good idea.”

“Danny! Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me?”

Danny sighed.

Steve got out of his chair and knelt beside Danny. “Who is it?”

Danny scrubbed a hand over his face. “His name is Jakob Crawford.”

“Why does he have it out for you?”

“Probably because I broke his heart.”

Steve looked confused. “He’s some kind of deranged stalker?”

Danny took a deep breath. “Ex-boyfriend.”

Steve stared at him for a long moment. Then he stood up, picked up the drink, drank it all, and walked out of the bar. Danny sighed again, sat back, and stared at the empty glass.

Hours later, he was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and ignoring the dull ache in his shoulder, when his cell phone rang. It was Steve’s ringtone. For half a second, he debated not answering, but then he scooped it up, answered.

“Go for Williams.”

“Danny.”

“Steve?” Steve sounded drunk.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Tell you what? I already explained. I was being stupidly optimistic that it wasn’t him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you used to have a boyfriend? Boyfriends? Did you have lots of boyfriends before?”

Danny sat up. “I get that you’re ex-military,” he said, “but if you’re going to go all homophobic on me -”

“If I’d known you had boyfriends,” Steve slurred, “I could’ve been your boyfriend forever ago.”

Danny blinked. “What?”

“Love you, Danno,” Steve said, and hung up.

Danny stared at his phone and lay back down. He’d deal with it in the morning. And then he replayed the last two things Steve had said to him. He threw aside the covers and reached for his clothes. He had to go talk to Steve right now. And then wait till the morning when he was sobered up, and talk to him again.

“You better not be lying to me,” Danny muttered. He grabbed his keys and ran for the door.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce/any, the incredible hulk