I love latte o'clock.

[brilligspoons]

I am kind of antsy, in that the prospect of sitting at my desk for the next 2.5 hours is absolutely awful and why can't I just run around the building screaming at the top of my lungs right now? So I need to focus. Am stealing pocky_slash's commentfic meme from yesterday:

Comment with a character or pairing and a brief prompt. I'll give you a few sentences in response.

GO GO GO.

Comments

[mcwonthelottery.livejournal.com]

Steve/Tony, nightmares

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

About two months after he and Tony start having sex, Steve is viciously ripped from sleep when Tony's fist connects with his nose. He rolls off the mattress and gingerly touches his face to make sure nothing's been broken before whipping back around to ask just what the hell that was all about. His demand falters when he sees that Tony is still asleep - sweating profusely and now rolled up tightly in the fetal position. Steve moves around the bed and sits back down in the curve of Tony's body, gently resting a hand on his arm.

"Tony," he says, keeping his voice soft and level. "Wake up."

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

Raven/Angel (or Raven or Angel), cookies

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

"You're making them wrong," Angel insists.

"You're the one pouring nuts into my chocolate chip cookie dough," says Raven. She shoves at Angel with one hand and tries to continue stirring with the other. "Seriously, who does that? That's disgusting."

Angel snorts. She reaches around Raven and jabs a finger into her stomach, making her squeal and jump back from the mixing bowl long enough to dump a cup of chopping almonds into the dough. "My cookies now," she says. "You will eat them, and you will love them."

In retaliation, Raven grabs a handful of raw cookie and smears it into Angel's hair. Angel shrieks and flings the spoon at her, and when Erik finds them there an hour later, they're on the floor and covered in dough and giggling.

[metonymy.livejournal.com]

Tony/Pepper/Steve, holidays

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Steve wears the haunted look of a man struggling not to attract attention to himself for about three days before Tony confronts him. Well, it's less confronting and more trapping him in the workroom until he gives in and tells Tony what his problem is.

"Presents," Steve says glumly.

Tony waits for it.

"The holidays are coming up," Steve explains, "and I don't know what to get Pepper for Christmas. Or you, for that matter."

"I have some ideas, and I think you can double up and make that a joint present for both of us," Tony tells him.

"I'm not giving you and Pepper sex for Christmas," says Steve.

"Wear a Santa hat if it makes you feel better, but Pepper and I were talking earlier, and we really think that you'd look good in rope."

[bessiemaemucho.livejournal.com]

Erik, innovation

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Erik steals a gun from a Russian soldier before they return to the CIA base, and as they make the drive from Virginia to New York, he makes the metal swirl and smooth until all that's left is a small ring that he slips onto Charles' finger before the children can see what he's doing.

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

Reid/coffee (or Reid/hospital jello). Thief!Morgan. Stealthily kicking in doors?

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"You know he's not going to put up with you stealing his coffee for much longer," Emily warns him one afternoon. The person in question glares at them from across the room before Hotch demands attention from him again.

"Please," Morgan replies. "It's Reid. Kid couldn't scare a newborn kitten. I think I can handle it."

He is, of course, singing a different tune the following week when Reid has locked himself in the break room with the new coffeemaker and is refusing to come out no matter what. Hotch and Rossi give Morgan a look. He rolls his eyes, but dutifully braces one leg before raising the other to hit the door.

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

Aisha/explosive devices! Men just aren't as interesting as a shiny new grenade launcher.

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Aisha spends more money on her new grenade launcher than Jensen did on the five new computers he picked up after the whole Roque-betraying-them thing went down. She spends hours staring at it, notices even the smallest smudge and slightest bit of dust, and actually breaks Pooch's finger when he tries to pick it up the one time. They suspect that she sleeps with it, too, but no one really thinks asking her is a good idea.

[polaris-starz.livejournal.com]

Prentiss & Reid, geeks.

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The first time Prentiss and Reid hang out outside of work, they spend an entire weekend watching the extended editions of The Lord of the Rings movies with DVD commentary turned on, followed by most of the behind-the-scenes extras. They're so punch-drunk by the time Emily leaves his apartment on Sunday that when she trips on the rug and he tells her that she won't get to Mordor walking like that, they spend fifteen minutes on the floor gasping for breath between bouts of laughter.

[amymccabe.livejournal.com]

Doctor/Master. Captain Jack Harkness

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"He's not your type," the Master tells him. "For all your adventuring, you've always liked your toys a little more...cautious."

"Oh, I don't know about that," replies the Doctor. "I had you, didn't I?"

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

Charles/Erik, coffee

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"Just because I don't worship at the shrine of the coffeemaker," Charles snaps, "doesn't mean I don't like coffee just as much as you do."

"The coffeemaker doesn't get a shrine, it gets a cathedral," replies Erik. "And it's mistakes like that that get your coffee privileges revoked for the next week."

"You are the most absurd person I know," says Charles. "And I'm best friends with Tony Stark, so that should tell you something."

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

Raven/Azazel, hilariously awkward sex (or all the ways their mutations can misfire in mortifying ways)

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Raven topples backwards against the pillows and inhales deeply, then shifts back into her natural shape. "So," she pants, "that was - uh, that was, um, interesting?" Azazel nods sharply and lies down next to her. She waits a moment, then says, "But Riptide? Really?"

"It's the shorts," Azazel says.

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

Prentiss, JJ, Garcia, and Reid -- an introduction to girls' night, so Reid will be better at profiling women based on the contents of their closets

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Reid stares at JJ's closet in horror. "How - how do you fit all of those shoes in there?" he asks. "And where does Will keep his things?"

Prentiss places a glass of wine in his hand and shushes Garcia when she giggles at Reid's expression. "Will makes do, I'm sure," she says. "JJ, where did you get these brown suede boots? They're wonderful!"

"This is nothing, honey," Garcia tells Reid. "Just wait till we bring you over to MY place."

"She has feather boas everywhere," Prentiss mock-whispers in his ear.

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

SG-1/XMFC crossover: mutations just mean there are more ways for Daniel to die. and come back to life. and die again.

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Daniel has woken up inside a sarcophagus one too many times - granted, the first time was more than enough, but the sheer number of resurrections he's been through since then straddles the line separating ridiculous and impressive. This time, however, it's not the familiar hieroglyphics signifying safe passage from death back to life that he sees upon waking. He's in his own bed, and the ceiling above him is definitely the same one that he stares at for hours on sleepless nights.

He remembers lightning and searing heat across his skin and a voice inside his head telling him to be calm, then a woman (Sam? Vala?) shrieking his name before nothingness - he knows he dies, has gone through the experience so often that is is scarily apparent to him, and yet here he is. Alive. Again.

[mcwonthelottery.livejournal.com]

Steve+Pepper, Starbucks

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Steve stares up at the menu on the wall, completely and utterly lost in the multitude of choices he apparently has. The waitress (barista, Tony called them baristas) taps her fingernails across the counter and sighs heavily at him. "Uh," he says, "I don't exactly know -"

"He'll have a grande no whip caramel brulee latte," Pepper says from behind him.

Steve turns his head and blinks at her. "No whip?" he asks feebly. She rolls her eyes and nudges him out of the way to hand the girl a shiny gold card with Tony's name printed on it.

[polaris-starz.livejournal.com]

Amy & Canton, newspapers.

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Iiiiiiiii don't really know Amy or Canton well enough to write them. XD

[polaris-starz.livejournal.com]

Steve & Pepper, American history. Apparently I just adorable male/female friendships this week?

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Adorable male/female friendships are a completely valid and awesome life choice! I wholeheartedly approve!

***

"TIME Magazine wants to know your impression of 21st century technology and the rate at which the newer and better comes out these days," Pepper says. Steve isn't quite sure how she got roped into managing his interviews and public appearances, but he's ridiculously grateful to know she's on his side through this.

"Why does my opinion even matter to them?" he asks.

She gives him a wry smile. "You're a living piece of American history, Steve," she says. "They want to know how hard the 40s are judging us right now."

[amymccabe.livejournal.com]

Doctor/Rose/Jack, Gallifrian flu

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

"Nngghhhhh."

Rose's eyes shoot open, and she turns over to stare up at the Doctor, who's sitting up and staring blankly ahead of him. His face is flushed and a little sweaty, and she groans.

"What's wrong?" Jack asks from the other side of the bed.

"He's sick," she replies. "He's going to be an absolute terror for the next few days."

Jack sighs and reaches out with one hand to pat her shoulder in what she thinks is supposed to be a comforting gesture. "Have fun with that," he says.

"Oh, you'll help," Rose assures him. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily."

[amymccabe.livejournal.com]

Jack/Ianto, cuffed

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

"This is pretty romantic, wouldn't you say?"

"No, sir," Ianto replies. "Handcuffs don't figure into any of my kinks."

"But you have kinks. Right?"

[amymccabe.livejournal.com]

Daniel/Coffee Prompt: Theft!

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Daniel stumbles into the briefing room and looks around wildly until his eyes land on Jack. He stares as Jack lifts the coffee mug in his hand and takes a long sip from it. "You -" He pauses. "Is that my coffee you're drinking."

"What," says Jack, "this? No, couldn't be yours. There's sugar in it."

"That's my mug. It was sitting on my desk twenty minutes ago."

"Isn't that fascinating." Jack grins at him.

[amymccabe.livejournal.com]

NuTrek! Crew: Unusual team-building activity

(Well you did tweet you wanted MORE)

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Uhura has never been so grateful for her flexibility as she is when she's tied to a wall and still able to kick Kirk in the leg, despite the fact that he's tied around the corner from her.

"Ow," he hisses. "You are not a very nice person, Uhura."

"You are never allowed to plan team-building exercises," she tells him. "Never again. Especially not in cultures we've only just begun to explore. Do you hear me?"

"I heard your leg kick me earlier, so yes."