hackthis_archive ([personal profile] hackthis_archive) wrote2007-12-20 01:05 pm

Nuts.

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.

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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*

[identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
One day John and Rodney had sex. The end.

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I am swooning. This is me, swooning. *swoons*
reginagiraffe: Giraffe draped backwards onto another giraffe. "*swoon*" (*swoon*)

[personal profile] reginagiraffe 2007-12-22 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
*can't resist using her icon*

[identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
There are fifteen thousand SGA sex stories, you have got to be joking.

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I never joke about these things. And YOU have only written, like, four, so your point is decidedly MOOT!

Fine! Chuck/Bryce, third time's a charm. HAPPY NOW? God.

[identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The idea of writing SGA makes me gag. Also, uh, you are not in the first 10, you do know this, right?

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. But I like to live under the delusion that I am extra speshul and can't resist making exceptions to your perfectly reasonable rules just to make me happy. ;)

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Also, I knew you couldn't resist the prompt. ;)

[identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The first time Bryce tries to kiss Chuck is in the library stacks. They're looking for books about Kafka, because who doesn't love a guy who writes stories about turning into a giant roach? Chuck doesn't for one. And he didn't want to take Philosophy either, but Bryce nagged him and tricked him and maybe he lost at D&D and had to do whatever Bryce said for three whole days, so now he's taking Philosophy. And maybe he's a little bitchy about it, and he turns his head away at the last second, because oh, there's the book, and he ends up with Bryce's mouth on his ear. It's very weird. They don't talk about it.

The second time Bryce tries to kiss Chuck is when Chuck's passed out on Bryce's bed after coming home from a pledge 'task' that maybe involved funnels and Chuck's throat and too much Beast and if he never has to do that again it will be too soon, and oh god, please let the room stop spinning. When Chuck opens his eyes when the bed creaks and dips next to him and when he opens his eyes Bryce is way to close to be doing anything besides giving Chuck CPR. Unfortunately this is around when the Beast makes it way back up, and Chuck sort of knocks Bryce over is his haste to get to the bathroom.

The next morning -- okay, the next afternoon -- Chuck begins to put two and two together. And for once they don't make five. When he gets back to the dorm from a pledge task that Bryce once again managed to weasel his way out of -- 20 page paper for 80% of his grade be damned -- he knows exactly what he's going to do. And he totally does it. It in this case being kissing Bryce the minute he walks through the door, although, all things considered, he could've probably waited until Bryce finished brushing his teeth.

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I do adore you so. *smooches*

It's perfectly Chuck and adorable and sweet and did I mention the part about adoring you?