Prompt me!
I'm seriously in the mood to write some drabbles. But, since I am neck-deep in Toews/Kane and Keith/Seabrook love right now, I'm gonna make those two pairings you can ask for, along with a prompt. (Don't worry, these ones can be longer than just one word :) ).
For now, I'll say you can post two prompts - one for Toews/Kane, one for Keith/Seabrook, ( Read more... )
For now, I'll say you can post two prompts - one for Toews/Kane, one for Keith/Seabrook, ( Read more... )
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Toews/Kane: Babysitting. "You can't do that with kids!"
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Kaner might be actually crying.
From laughter, but still. He's wiping at his eyes, cheeks red, collapsed in an armchair and Jon keeps holding Kaner's squirming cousin-thing like a hot potato. Finally when the tiny toddler stops squirming and starts looking at him like she's about to cry, his panicked gaze is enough for Kaner to get up and take her back, and she immediately latches onto his neck like a leech, popping her thumb into her mouth and tucking her legs around his chest.
"I don't even know how -" Kaner starts, and his eyes are still lit up with amusement and affection.
Jon silently grumps at him. "Mine are bigger," he says, referring to his own young cousins.
"She's not a football, babe, she's a child," and Kaner's shoulders are shaking with laughter again, and Jon gives up. "Don't worry, I still love you." He winks at Jon over the kid's shoulder.
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b) Awwwwwwwww! That's so cute. "Cousin-thing" Heheh. They are adorable.
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b) :D I love them.
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keith/seabrook; sleepy saturday mornings.
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And Patrick jokes, It's bad enough having one Toews around, now we have two, because he knows Jon's listening, and he knows Jon is thinking about the bite mark Pat left on his neck, just below the collar of his shirt, the one that says you're mine, all mine, and across the room where Jon is standing and watching, he smiles as he rubs at that exact spot.
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TRUE LOVE OBVS. ugh i just love the way you write them. they're so adorable and so real and natural and ugh.
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Brent/Dunc: hot tub.
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They're in jeans and jackets, no gloves, no helmets. Patrick's got a ridiculous knit scarf around his neck, and his cheeks are red, eyes bright as he skates circles around Jon for a minute or two before sliding in close, kissing the corner of Jon's mouth and linking their cold fingers together, tugging him forward.
Jon rubs the back of Patrick's hand with his thumb and smiles, and they keep skating around the rink, lap after lap until Pat abruptly flops to the ice, taking Jon with him.
Jon grumbles at him, but Patrick just rolls half on top of him and slots a leg between his, kissing the displeased sound out of him until Jon smiles into his mouth and lets Patrick lick his way in.
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Jon just murmurs a sleepy response, latching even closer and nosing at Pat's neck, lips brushing at the skin there, and Pat shivers, kicking the door open and then shut behind them.
"Seriously, what the fuck are you even on?" He grumbles, shoving Jon away, but not far enough that he'll fall over, and eventually manages to get them into Jon's bedroom and then shoves Jon onto the bed. He tugs off Jon's shoes, grabs a folded blanket from the end of the bed and drapes it over him ( ... )
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As always you never cease to amaze me! Both for this and all the others!
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Thank you, though. :) I'm wondering if I should maybe post them all in a masterpost, one post for each pairing, when I'm done?
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