| Challenge 151: Author's Choice
||[Mar. 17th, 2010|12:55 am]
Title: Take-out for Two
A/N: This author's note will probably be longer than the actual drabble. lol
First of all thanks to happier_bunny for the prompt words (Daphne, shop (any variation), kiss, smile and laugh (any variation)).
Many thanks as well to my lovely sannea for butt-kicking and cheer-leading.
And to the awesome secretsolitaire, who is a miracle worker beta. *bows in thanks* The title is hers too.
And the condom goes to: Babylon
"How's the shop?" Daphne closed Brian's door, muffling the office bustle outside.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Smirking, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, nowadays drawing only a slight blush.
"I was in the neighborhood."
Brian huffed. "In other words, Justin asked you to babysit."
"I brought Thai food?" Smiling innocently, she swung the bag in her hand.
Sometimes Brian was just too easy. Brandishing his chopsticks, he said, "Imagine my BMI if you came by every time Justin was fashionably late."
Daphne just wiggled her eyebrows. "No doubt you'll find a way to work off the calories."
| Challenge #130: Season Six
||[Aug. 31st, 2009|07:58 pm]
Title: Home Improvement
A/N: Special thanks to secretsolitaire who isn't just a kind and very helpful beta, but she also came up with a series of genius titles for the drabble, like the one that I used in the end.
I hope it fits the theme. If not I can always change it to "outside the prompt".
The Condom goes to: Ted (just in case :D)
"Are you sure we shouldn’t call the plumber, baby?”
For the last fifteen minutes Blake had patiently listened to the mumbled curses coming from the bathroom. The last time he checked, his partner’s face had already taken on a worrying shade of red. And what had started with the occasional drop had turned into a steady dripping.
“How hard can it be to fix this stupid tap!” Ted answered through clenched teeth.
A loud splashing sound and a “For Christ’s sake!” later Ted appeared in the kitchen, fuming and soaking wet. Without saying a word Blake reached for the phone.
| Outside of challenge
||[May. 12th, 2009|07:18 pm]
Title: The heat is off
A/N: This drabble was definitely inspired by the current challenge theme, but it turned out to be quite the opposite of "hot". That's why it is posted as "outside of the challenge".
The sudden rumbling sound resonated so loudly in the vastness of the shared workspace that Justin almost dropped his brush. A pitiable hissing noise later the battered old radiator died. And, surprisingly, no amount of cursing and kicking seemed to have any effect on that stubborn excuse for a heating device.
Justin rubbed his clammy hands. There were only so many unintentional brush strokes he could smooth out without completely ruining the canvas. Also, he would not mind feeling warm again for a change.
He picked up the phone and hit speed dial. "Hey. What are you doing this weekend?"
| Challenge # 112 Kinnetik
||[Apr. 25th, 2009|04:59 pm]
Title: To a new beginning
Time-line: ep. 406
A/N: Brian's POV
The Condom goes to: Jenn
Everyone told you, it wasn’t a smart decision to open your own business in these uncertain times. But despite the doom-and-gloomers, this was a step you had to take. And, honestly, what other option did you have left?
Now, here you are, with the people most important to you mingling in your newly created sanctum, doing small talk while sipping champagne and eating tiny bits of food. Profitable old and potentially new clients. Friends and chosen family. Justin smiling right by your side.
You can feel it in your guts. This is going to be one hell of a year.
| Challenge #104: ice cream
||[Feb. 20th, 2009|11:02 am]
Title: (Not) vanilla
Warnings / Author's Notes: NC-17. It was late. Or early. Yeah, that's my excuse. ;-)
And the Condom Goes To: Justin (because it's supposed to be his POV)
The spoon into the box filled with cold sweetness. And my tongue into his navel.
Little chilly dots on his chest, white as my come that I know will replace them later.
The noises I make him give when the sticky mess lands on his skin, so hot it's a miracle the ice-cream doesn't spontaneously evaporate.
Again and again I work the head of his cock, collecting the pre-come and vanilla flavor that have mingled there.
Tracing the sweet path I laid out before, up and down his entire length. Slowly.
All of him.
| Challenge # 101: Breakfast
||[Feb. 3rd, 2009|08:04 pm]
Title: Message received
Characters: Emmett, Debbie
A/N: *waves* Thought it might be fun to join the drabbling with this little piece of silliness.
Condom goes to: Cynthia
The message had been more than cryptic. Debbie glared at the answering machine as if her piercing eyes were enough to make it reveal the secret behind the words.
“Hi! Is anybody home?”
She heard Emmett make his way towards the kitchen before …
“Jesus H. Christ, Deb!” He pressed his hand against his chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Emmett frowned. “Are you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No. But you just got an invitation for breakfast tomorrow. Something about celebrating a certain 21st birthday? What the fuck is that all about?”