take advantage of me!

[fahye]

Holy crap, everyone, I appear to be experiencing a momentary LULL IN UNI WORK.

Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?










Okay.

In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.

Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!

ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)

Comments

[shati.livejournal.com]

Can do. :D

Hmm. Buffy and Faith, clubbing post-"Chosen"?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

"Get that look off your face, B," Faith commands, her arm twined around Buffy's neck.

"What look?" Buffy turns to peer at her. "I have a look?"

"The look that says 'man, I should never have let Faith talk me into coming out tonight. I should be at home playing Gilmore Girls with little sis and cooking meatloaf'."

Buffy can think of about seven different responses to that, including the Gilmore Girls aren't sisters and I make very good meatloaf, but all of them would be more trouble than they're worth. Besides, her meatloaf kind of sucks.

"You're right," she says instead, mostly for the novelty value of the statement. "I need to unwind a bit."

"Damn straight. Come on, Slayer. Alcohol."

Buffy waits for Faith to order tequila shots or straight dark rum or something else irresponsible and masculine, but the other girl leans over the bar with a snake's smile and asks for two glasses of the house red.

Buffy blinks, and finds a small smile on her own lips. "Are you turning respectable on me, Faith?"

"That's right, B," Faith drawls, leaning her elbow on the bar and mussing her own hair. It's short, newly-short, falling to her jaw in a startlingly sophisticated cut. "I'm all about respectability now. Real estate and white-collar jobs and Martha fucking Stewart."

"And a boyfriend," Buffy says before she can talk herself out of it. "Oh look it's the wine I just love wine don't you?" She takes a long, panicked gulp.

But Faith laughs and there's no bitterness in it, no anger, just the old mocking fun. "Yeah. Sure."

Any further remarks about Principal Wo- Robin pause in her throat and then creep prudently away into a corner to be saved for later. Later, perhaps when Faith has had a bit too much to drink. (Buffy is under no illusions as to which of them would go under the table first, but she has confidence in her ability to concoct Cunning Plans. Possibly involving wine poured into artificial shrubberies. She averted the end of the world - again - so she can damn well get Faith drunk.)

"Feeling unwound yet?" Faith's lips are two shades lighter than the wine and they caress the edge of the glass with a blatant smoothness that makes Buffy's stomach squirm. She knows it's flirtation and knows that it's intentional. The knowledge doesn't help.

"Give it a while," Buffy murmurs into her own glass, and regrets it two seconds later when Faith sets her drink down and curls her hand around Buffy's free wrist.

"Clearly, you need to dance," she says.

"What if - my drink - you know, it's very irresponsible to leave your glass unattended," she says in a rush, jerking Faith to a stop as the other girl tugs her onto the dancefloor.

"Worried you'll get taken advantage of, Slayer?" Faith laughs. Her fingers walk up Buffy's arm and she leans in, close, her voice a dark and dirty whisper that Buffy hears even over the noise of the club. "I'll take care of you."

Buffy rolls her eyes. "Oh, Faith," she deadpans. "You're my hero."

"And you're mine," Faith says, with such effortless cheer that it takes a little while for the words to sink in. "Always have been, B." She looks away. Her fingers dig into the skin of Buffy's arm, unconsciously.

"Dance," Buffy reminds her after a moment.

The snake-smile appears again, flicked on like a light. "Dance."

And they do.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Yoooou are the bestest. Favorite lines:

or something else irresponsible and masculine

and

"Oh look it's the wine I just love wine don't you?" She takes a long, panicked gulp.

And also, awww, Faith.

I tried doing Giles and Spike icons, but they came out kind of lame, so I cleverly combined Spike, Buffy, and Faith! Sort of. Use any, all, or none of them, as you like.







What is Willow's hot hair? Enquiring minds want to know.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

They are lovely! Thank you.

Willow's hot hair is...when it is short and flicky.