Nuts.

[hackthis_archive]

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

[bkwyrm.livejournal.com]

Michael Weston/Sark
word: banana

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

[elyssadc.livejournal.com]

Adrian, Milo, champagne.

[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

erm. Peter, Mohinder, strawberries.

(*looks at prompt* WTF, brain?)

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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."

[brandil.livejournal.com]

Yummy!

;-)

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Ari, George, bad press

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

Milo/Shia, insular.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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."

[tobymalfoy.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Bryce, Banana

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

George Clooney/Captian Jack Harkness, evil overlords

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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?

[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]

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

[aurora]

Sylar/Mohinder, darkness.

[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

... my brain is tired today, it thinks strange things.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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."

[scribblinlenore.livejournal.com]

Am I too late? *makes puppy eyes*

Chuck/Blair, dare

[bkwyrm.livejournal.com]

Lovely!
And now I want yogurt....

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

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

Harry/Blaise, yule

[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*

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like yogurt thieving leading to blow jobs!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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."

[elyssadc.livejournal.com]

PERFECTION!!!

[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

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