Kristin (aka) Butters (snwpnitsirk) wrote,
@ 2011-05-31 22:45:00

Let's give this a try...
Here's how it happens. You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters) and I'll write a drabble around 100 words about them in reply to your comment. This can be ANY couple (anything.. shippiness or cuteness or whatever), and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. I do back-history, I do future, and I do AU crack. If you want a particular theme or rating, let me know. The ratings will be anywhere from G to uh, well I suppose NC-17 but I dunno if I can get that in 100ish words.

/ = Shippyness and "and" means ordinary interaction

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	Your favorite Chicagoan. (Anonymous) 2011-06-01 12:25 am UTC (link)
	Dmitriy/Stella! DOOOO IIIITTT! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Dmitriy/Stella - 329 Words

snwpnitsirk
2011-06-01 12:53 am UTC (link)

His back was pressed against the side of the nearest broken down SUV in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of scuffling boots to get close enough – she had seen him make his exit from the tent, having glanced over his shoulder as a way of letting her know that he wanted her to follow him. By now, she knew his silent signals, and it wasn’t long before those cowboy boots of hers were kicking around dirt and pebbles on her quest to find him.

She almost passed him, actually, and he reached out to touch her hand in order to get her attention – he wasn’t stupid enough to grab at it right away, since that would have startled her too much, though his fingers did curl around her smaller version, pulling her in closer to him. His other hand also reached for hers, their fingers lacing together as she grinned and lifted herself up on her toes to press her lips to his. A noise of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he returned the kiss, though he pulled back just enough to nudge her nose with his, not able to resist another quick kiss before officially pulling away, his back leaning against the large car as she pressed herself into his chest.

“…how much longer?”

“What’re you talking about?”

Dmitriy quirked a brow and canted his head.

“...how much longer before your brother or your father find out about this and decide that I’m a prime candidate for castration?”

The cherry haired Cajun snickered before she lifted herself up again, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered her reply.

“…we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, cher.”

He spun them around, this time so it was her back that was against the car, moving one of his hands from hers in order to snake it around her waist in an attempt to pull her even closer.

“Your lack of concern is…unsettling.”

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	BWAHAHA cristina_lacosa 2011-06-01 12:43 am UTC (link)
	Danielle/Donovan - R ;) Giada/EVAN lmao let's keep it PG-13 annnnnnndddddd I want to see your Maddox/Andrea X) oh oh and Antonin/Kalista! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Evan/Giada - 302 Words

snwpnitsirk
2011-06-01 01:26 am UTC (link)

Evan Rosier was used to hearing many things while he was kissing a girl – usually a soft purr, or maybe even a moan, but this was the first time that a girl had actually squeaked. The noise was enough for him to pull back, a brow arched as he watched the long legged blonde who was on his lap fidget a little awkwardly, her hands moving away from his shoulders in order to readjust her shirt – his fingertips had been busy drawing idle shapes against the dip of her back, just above the waistline of her skirt for the last 15 minutes or so, but it seemed that as soon as he made the advance towards the clasp of her bra, she was pulling away from him to give him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…” She said, giving a nervous ‘heh’ noise as the Slytherin beneath her quirked a brow, his mismatched eyes searching hers before he finally understood what this was all about. The corner of his lip twitched upward, cutting into one of his cheeks more than the other, snorting at the realization.

“I have to say, this is rather…surprising.”

Giada’s brows furrowed together.

“What’s surprising?”

“That you’ve never…”

He trailed off, another twitch of his brow given as she stared down at him, still confused, before she finally caught on to what he was saying, scoffed indignantly, and climbed off of him, scrambling to find her shoes.

“That is so none of your business. Maybe I’ve…you know…plenty of times, but you’re just not my type. Ever think of that?”

Evan snickered as he leaned into his chair, positively lounging – like he was watching a show.

“It’s possible…but if that were the case, you probably would have left a good 20 minutes ago. You also would have stopped blushing by now.”

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