be_compromised | Valentine's Day Mini Promptathon 2017

Yes, our promptathons roll around again, as (semi) reliably as birds migrating.

So, once again it's the time for the Most Romantic Mini Promptathon Of All.

Or platonic. Or full of badassary. Doesn't have to be romantic. Your choice. We welcome ALL!

Timeline
Now (Tuesday, February 7th - February 14th midnight eastern: Prompt! Prompt ALL THE THINGS!
February 14th to February 21st (midnight eastern): Fill those prompts like you've never filled prompts before!

Theme
Prompts: All things Valentine's Day or love (romantic or otherwise!) related. Friendship? UST? Developing romantic feelings? Badass mission that just so happens to involve obnoxious heart-shaped candies? Excessive consumption of pink cupcakes? Living down by that rivier in Egypt or AoU-compliant? Alternate universes featuring singing elephants dressed as cupids? Post-Civil War reconciliation? All are welcome here!

Prompting
Prompts go in the comments to this post. List each prompt as its own separate comment.

Fills
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. We'll also create a masterlist post updated as fills come in, so rest assured that everyone will see your work!

Please include title, rating, and appropriate warnings in the subject line of your fill.

Prompts may have multiple fills, please give love to your fellow creators!

FILLS CLOSED. Thanks to everyone who participated and made this promptathon so great!

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Clint writes the most amazing, sexy, heartfelt poetry -- but only for Natasha.

(And hey, this gets double-duty because it fulfills one of my six sexy words prompts too. ;))

The first time she finds a scrap of paper with a few lines of poetry tucked into her go bag, she shrugs it off. Clint's always reading this book or that. He probably tucked it into the bag thinking it was his own.

The second time she finds one, she's intrigued. Clint's not that careless.

The third time, she's touched that he's chosen to share this part of himself with her. The note joins the tiny collection tucked into a thick tome of Russian Literature on her bookshelf.

It happens sporadically over the next month or so.

Then the notes stop.

She doesn't doesn't ask him about them and she doesn't think about them too much either; their lives are too busy for that much self-reflection and staying alive takes priority on most days. But on those rare occasions when they're not off saving the world, she'll sometimes take the notes out and re-read them.

Then, one day, the notes start to reappear. Not always in her go bag this time, but in her locker, on her pillow, in her briefing notebook. One time she even finds one tucked into her canister of tea.

The tone of the notes changes as well. Whereas the first ones were simple observations about nature or friendship, these new ones take on a decidedly deeper meaning.

She likes to think maybe they reflect the change in their friendship as well.

Soon, she's receiving new notes almost on a daily basis.

Then the tone of them changes once again. The new notes are sexy, sensuous, almost too wicked for words.

She finds herself all too often distracted during briefings, imagining his hands and lips on her body. His writing makes her wet and she spends several sleepless nights, twisted in her sheets, pleasuring herself as she thinks about his words.

She can't take it any longer. She needs to do something, anything, about this restless need.

She struggles for days, fuming as the words refuse to form, as page after page of notepaper lands in the trash.

Finally, she admits defeat, and the note she writes isn't poetry at all, just a few jumbled words telling him what he means to her.

She arrives at his apartment, note in hand, prepared to tell him. When he answers the door, rumpled and unshaven and looking more delectable then ever, she launches herself at him, kissing him with all the pent up passion of the past few months.

Her note flutters to the ground, unnoticed.

She is a woman of action after all.

*big sigh* -- thank you!

When he answers the door, rumpled and unshaven and looking more delectable then ever, she launches herself at him, kissing him with all the pent up passion of the past few months.
-- yummy!

<3

I really didn't intend to fill my own prompt, but this idea grabbed me and just wouldn't let go. Huge thanks to

shenshen77 for bouncing ideas with me, pointers on the pic, and pointing me to picmonkey!

Edited 2017-02-18 17:06 (UTC)

I love it! I love that Clint doodles and writes bad poems during briefings HEE!

Thanks!

That silly "i lik the bred" poem got stuck in my head and I figured that would be something Clint would find hilarious. :)

This poem is freakin' hilarious. And let me tell you, filling your own prompts is PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE (says she who has done it about a dozen times, and is just about to do it again...)

Thanks! I had myself snickering coming up with it.

And yeah, I thought of you when I was posting it! :)

Valentine's Day Mini Promptathon 2017

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