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01 February 2014 @ 12:27 pm
VALENTINE'S MINI-PROMPTATHON 2014  

(banner & text by [livejournal.com profile] allisnow)


The When
Now (Friday, January 31st) - February 7th 12 midnight eastern: Prompt! Prompt like the wind!
February 8th - February 15th: Fill those prompts like you've never filled problems before!


The What
Prompts: Can be related to love, friendship, huggin', kissin', lovin' (you get the picture), and all the things Valentine's Day-related.


The Where
Here! Right here in this post! Make sure each prompt gets its own happy little thread.


The What, Part 2
Fills: Post your fill, or a link to your fill - be it fic, art, a video of you preforming an interpretive dance, etc - as a reply to the prompt comment. Please don't post your fanwork separately to the comm, otherwise b_c might explode from the squee. EVERYTHING PROMPTY SHALL LIVE HERE. Oh, and remember that prompts can have multiple fills.


The How
Rules on posting will be added as we get closer to the 8th. But you know the gist. Title, rating, warnings.


Okay that's enough from us. Have fun, campers!


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[identity profile] alphaflyer.livejournal.com on February 16th, 2014 01:29 am (UTC)
FIC: "Date Night" (M, non-graphic sexual situations)
“We’ve been partners for six years, Clint.”

“Yeah, so?”

“And this is the first time you have voluntarily offered to put on a suit for the sole purpose of eating in a restaurant. Well, the first time since that place in Soho, the one you felt so guilty about blowing up that time Sitwell and Carter tried to set us up on a date. Why?”

“The juggernaut of civilization finally rolled over me?”

Natasha suppresses a snort. “I wish. The socks I picked out of the microwave this morning tell me otherwise.”

“I was speed-drying them,” he explains unhelpfully, before coming back on topic. “Okay. The truth? I think we should go out on a proper date.”

“Why? You’ve been my friend almost as long as we’ve been partners, and now we get to sleep with each other, too. So who needs a date?”

“You do. Every woman does.” He clears his throat at the sight of her frown, and holds his hands up in the classic defensive posture. “Apparently. At least, so I’m told.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. This ought to be good.

“Oh? By whom?”


Read the rest on my LJ (http://alphaflyer.livejournal.com/36085.html)


or on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1189098)