Nuts.

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I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words. Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:

Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:

I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.

<3,
Me.

Comments

[brandil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Nate, bet

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Nate's not the sharpest card in the deck at the best of times. Chuck's not one to mince words about these things; he loves Nate like, well, he loves Nate, but this is a sucker's bet, which is exactly why Chuck took it.

"I win," he says, touching the kitchen counter before Nate's even through the doorway. "What do I--"

Chuck's words are cut off by Nate crashing into him -- mouth first.

When Nate pulls away, Chuck's mouth is still parted. "You win, huh?" Nate says with a smirk.

Chuck blinks. "Apparently."

[bkwyrm.livejournal.com]

Michael Weston/Sark
word: banana

(I'm sleep-deprived; I can't be creative)

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The last yogurt in the refrigerator is banana. Michael hates banana yogurt. "You did this on purpose," he says, turning on Julian accusingly.

Julian licks his lips, he's still got strawberry yogurt in the corners of his mouth. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to."

"You ate the last yogurt and you left me with this." Michael brandishes the banana yogurt threatening.

"Groundless accusations," Julian says dismissively.

Michael narrows his eyes. "It's still in the corners of your mouth, liar."

Julian licks his lips again. "Ah, so it is."

"I hate you," Michael says matter-of-factly.

"Then I suppose you don't want me to go to the store and get some more."

Michael ponders for a moment. "Blow job, first; store second."

"Oh, well, I'd never turn down a blow job," Julian says happily.

"Not even," Michael laughs. "Do you want a pillow for your knees?"

Julian pretends to be offended. "You're a very cruel man, Michael Westen."

"Yes, I know," Michael says, tossing the offensive yogurt in the garbage. "That's why you like me."

[elyssadc.livejournal.com]

Adrian, Milo, champagne.

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Milo doesn't drink. Adrian knows this. Everyone who knows Milo knows he doesn't drink, but there are times when Adrian thinks Milo just needs to get over it. Today is a good day for that. Which is exactly why Adrian's spiked Milo's orange juice with a little bit of something special. It's part of the holiday spirit -- after all, what's Christmas without some blindingly embarassing drunken encounters with your co-stars?

[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

erm. Peter, Mohinder, strawberries.

(*looks at prompt* WTF, brain?)

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*stares* REALLY? Okay, give me a minute.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Many years down the line, when Peter has his powers under control and he stops feeling responsible for everyone and everything, he will be ready to settle down. At least this is what Mohinder tells himself. He knows why Peter is obsessed with saving the world, why he thinks everything is his fault, but it's not. He tells Peter this as much as possible, but Peter never seems to listen, so until the day he does figure it out Mohinder will have to be patient. So, he sits across from Peter at breakfast, and watches Peter cut up strawberries for his pancakes, and he waits.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Ari, George, bad press

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There is no such thing as bad press. All press is good press. Even press about baby daddys and gay box office stars and putting a quarter in a Coke machine and getting your very own adopt-a-baby. Except that George doesn't want a baby. "Of course you want a baby," Ari protests, bouncing on George's bed and not thinking bad-dirty-wrong things. "Everybody wants a monster to corrupt! That's why Brad ran away with the surrogate, cos you didn't want a kid."

Ari ducks as a shoe comes flying out of George's closet. "I don't want a kid, Ari."

"I'll give you one of mine," Ari offers. "Half price!"

George walks out of the closet, his tie draped around his neck. "Ari, for the last time, no kids. I have you, I don't need another ankle biter."

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

Milo/Shia, insular.

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Before I start. You'll like (http://antheia.livejournal.com/2033225.html) these (http://sparky77.livejournal.com/488602.html?thread=5256858#t5256858). Now. Let me think.

Watching Milo sleep makes Shia thoughtful. It's a little freaky; he's never done this before. He's always thought it was a little creepy to watch someone else sleep, but this is different. Everything's different now.

Shia's has never thought of himself as a relationship guy. He's not a commitment phobe, but he's not a serial monogamist either. Now that he's with Milo though, yeah, he really doesn't know what he is, or what he wants. That's not completely true actually. Shia knows he wants Milo to be there when he gets home at night and that, in the morning, he wants Milo complaining over coffee about how Shia stole all the sheets in the middle of the night. He wants to go house shopping and get a place of their own with a yard in the back and lots of trees in the front. Shia has all these half formed ideas of really nice vacation homes like George's place in Lake Como, and he wants some place where he can coerce Milo into skinny dipping at ten in the morning. He wants them to have a home.

Milo stirs in his cocoon of sheets and Shia's limbs, and when he opens his eyes sleepily, Shia grins. "Why do you look so awake," Milo protests around a yawn.

"I've been thinking," Shia says.

Milo lifts his head and eyes Shia warily. "And small countries quake in fear."

Shia just smiles.

Milo raises an eyebrow and props his head up on his hand. "Do I want to know what you're thinking about?"

"You," Shia says. "I was thinking about you."

Milo's face flushes briefly and then get rolls his eyes. "If you wanted a blow job, all you had to do was ask you know."

[tobymalfoy.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Bryce, Banana

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Y'all are all about the Chuck/Bryce. That's good to hear, I have to find me some proper icons ;-)


The phallic nature of bananas has never really occurred to Bryce until today. He's a guy, he knows pretty much every guy associates everything possible with sex, or blow jobs, or hand jobs or anything related to sex, but Bryce has been trying very hard not to associate sex with Chuck. Not that he doesn't find Chuck attractive in his own bumbling, gangly, geeky adorable -- anyway, Chuck and sex is a big no in Bryce's book. Except for when Chuck is reading his quantum physics book and happily eating a banana the size of -- okay, it's so the same size as Bryce's dick.

The biting and chewing are a bit scary, but as far as Bryce can tell, Chuck would give an excellent blow job and that's definitely information he didn't need in his arsenal.

He needs a distraction. This seems like an excellent time for a pillow fight. He'll just let Chuck finish his banana first.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

George Clooney/Captian Jack Harkness, evil overlords

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It's hard to have serious conversations with naked men lying on your living room sofa, but George isn't most people. He can do anything. He knows he can do anything, because he's managed to get Jack Harkness to come back to him for one week every year for the last twenty.

"We could do it, you know," George says, topping up Jack's whiskey. Jack's thigh is very warm pressed against George's own. "We could probably be done by noon and have time to catch a movie before dinner."

"Yeah, but do you want all that paperwork?" Jack asks curiously. He looks good naked. Of course George also looks good naked.

They look really good naked together. "If we become evil overlords then we don't have to do any paperwork," George points out. "We can just ban it. Or blow it up. Or declare it a punishable offence."

"Punishable by spanking?" Jack asks hopefully.

George smirks. "I have a lot of paperwork in my office."

Jack sets his whiskey on the end table beside him. "Then you should be punished."

George's smirk becomes a full-fledged grin. "Where do you want me?"

[florahart]

um. *tries to make brain think of appropriate fandom(s)*

*looks back at the poll recently*

Oh, right.

David Anders, dollar bills.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Traditionally speaking, David doesn't strip for money, but this is a good cause. At least that's what he keeps hollering from on top of the craft services table. Milo's pretty sure David can afford several cartons of Marlboros without resorting to stripping for dollar bills, but who is he to deny David his fun? After all, David's providing his own soundtrack -- Right Said Fred's 'I'm Too Sexy' -- and well, if nothing else he's entertaining. In fact, considering the way Sendhil and Greg are gasping for air and Hayden's gleefully waving around a $20 this could become a regular Friday occurance. He should go find Adrian, this definitely deserves to be on YouTube.

[aurora]

Sylar/Mohinder, darkness.

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Mohinder was never afraid of the dark when he was little. He mother explained to him that the only reason it got dark at night was that the sun had to go to bed to get some rest, like Mohinder did, and that in the morning it would wake up again, just like Mohinder did. Mohinder's mother said that the moon and the sun were twins, that it was simply rare for them to be out together. Not impossible, just rare, and on those rare occasions when they were, that's when there was a moment of darkness, and then it passed. Except that the last time there was an eclipse Mohinder met Peter Petrelli, and Peter led him to Sylar and now Mohinder feels like he's in a eclipse he can get out of. It's not day or night, it just is. Sort of like he and Sylar.

[scribblinlenore.livejournal.com]

Am I too late? *makes puppy eyes*

Chuck/Blair, dare

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Have you ever been too late in your life?

Girls like Blair belong with boys like Chuck. Chuck can give her anything she wants, whenever she wants it, however she wants it. He has more money than god, more sex tricks than a house full of Playboy bunnies, and he is her equal. Nate... Chuck loves Nate, but Nate can't handle Blair, and Chuck's known this from the day they got together. He's watched and smirked and been incredibly amused by their entire relationship, but it's time for Nate to step aside and let the adults get down to business. And as if on cue, Chuck's mobile pings and Blair's name pops up on the LCD screen. She always seems to know when he's thinking about her. They're in sync that way. Nate's too oblivious. Nate's just not right for anyone but Chuck. And yet, when Chuck sends Blair the cameraphone picture of he and Nate it's his opening shot across her bow. He's daring her to come and get Nate; he's daring her to choose him instead. Chuck knows Blair's never met a dare she didn't like.

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

Looks like I am too late, but just in case you feel like doing another:

Harry/Blaise, yule

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Harry once tried to explain the Muggle Christmas holiday to Blaise, but Blaise found the whole thing so insipid and nonsensical -- only a Hufflepuff would travel the land giving away presents to undeserving Muggles -- that he got up and walked out of the room. Harry wasn't particularly amused, but Blaise was particularly interested, until that night when Harry wouldn't put out. Regardless, Blaise though that that was the end of it, until he came home and found half the Forbidden Forest in their flat.

"What ignominy have you thrust upon me now?" Blaise sighed, standing at the foot of the pine tree and watching as Harry hovered around the ceiling on his broom.

"It's Christmas." Harry was using his wand to wind a string of bright lights around the tree. He didn't even pretend to be ashamed of such frivolity; it was revolting. And so quintessential Gryffindor. "We're celebrating."

"I am not perpetrating any Muggle lies," Blaise scoffed. "Take this monstrosity out of the sitting room at once."

Harry peered down his nose at Blaise. "If you don't help me perpetrate these 'Muggle lies' as you call them, I'll tell your grandfather all about our sex life. In graphic detail. With drawings."

Blaise paled fractionally. "That's blackmail."

Harry grinned. "There are some ornaments on the sofa, you can start with them."

"I always knew you'd been sorted into the wrong house," Blaise huffed. "I can't believe no one else has seen through your facade."

Harry smiled beatifically. "Yes, and Happy Christmas to you too."

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

I am too late. And you wouldn't write me any sort of John/Rodney snarky fun sex time anyway because of how you don't ever want me to be happy. *dramatic sigh*

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One day John and Rodney had sex. The end.

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

I am so not the first ten people, but, uh, because you love me I am going to leave a pairing and a word anyway, to use at your discretion:

Jack(as in Harkness)/Nathan

snow globe

Because it's you.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

When Nathan Petrelli was twenty-two he fell in love for the first time with a man he met one night. It was one of those rather irresponsbile and uncontrollable things as they always are when you're in the military, and it's Texas, and everything has to be discreet and choked with paranoia. But Nathan was young and stupid, and Jack was at the bar, and it was one night that should never happened, but it did, and Nathan promptly forgot about it. Except for when he was tired and dirty and angry and lonely, and he needed something to make him feel better about this rotten life. Then he would pull out the memory and study it like a snow globe. The feel of Jack's fingers on hips, the muscle memory of Jack's mouth of his cock, the way Jack kissed him as Nathan rode him. It was one night and one time, but in Nathan's memory it was enough for a lifetime.

So when Nathan's standing outside the window of Bergdorfs in the snow, looking at the enormous snow globe display, he knows that the reflection of the man next to him is distorted. It's not really Jack, his mind just makes him think it is. Except that when Nathan turns his head to prove to himself he's wrong, it turns out he's not.

[ethrosdemon.livejournal.com]

Wait, you can sign up to pinch hit for yuletide already? Where?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

You are wayyyyy late. There's a yahoogroup for the pinch hits. All the pinches are gone now they went out last night/early this morning when the story deadline hit.

[roopkatha.livejournal.com]

I do not mean to sound strange and idiotic and stalkery, but someone pointed me towards you for Nathan and Peter goodness, and I came and read and then fell in love with how you write. I then got hooked to your Ari and George and that lead to further falling, and now I am head over heels in love with your fiction writing capabilities and somehow, the people in your universe have completely blindsided me with their quirky charm and honesty and passion...and how did you make Shia and Milo so good together that in my head they feel real? It is almost metaphysical wit, certainly. Did you know, your writing has this strange luminescent quality, like sunshine, it brightens my days...your people will always find a way even if they have problems and stuff, and the strange companionship between people is heart warming. There is such a dearth of tenderness in the world, I am always grateful when people portray that in fiction, and you do it superlatively well, yet with such a sense of humour, and yet your writing is never laboured.

Okay, I will stop babbling now, but I thought you should know how many people, like me, you make happy. Have a lovely holiday.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I don't know what to say. I am so very touched by your kind words, thank you. You've totally made my old, bitter and jaded black heart just a little bit less bitter and jaded.

[shaney.livejournal.com]

Happy New Year!