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.

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[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."

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

Awww, that's adorably sweet. :)

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

N'awwwwww!! It's so domantic (domestic+romantic) -- I LOVE IT!

[no-detective.livejournal.com]

*makes with the flailing*

Awww, they should have a house! And a house-warming orgy party orgy AND party!!!

(Also? I saw three minutes of the MTV Movie Awards rerun the other day - just enough to see that Shia was sitting next to Fergie - and I actually fucking GASPED AT THE SIGHT. Before I remembered 1. the awards happened before The Frayed Edge so no reason to panic, and 2. oh wait, he's not REALLY sleeping with Milo.

And I was sober at the time.

This OTP you've created is fucking my shit up.)