May 17, 2011 14:03
I'm gonna say..... the first ten hockey prompts, at least. If they come easy, I'll keep filling them. I'll write you a drabble or something. New pairings/teams are okay, please not too terribly obscure though.... my attention span is just really short and I'm frustrated.
only 2 spaces left, guys!
Thanks, you lovely people. :)
not!fic: request post
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You've got me hooked onto this pairing now: they're adorable. :P
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Aren't they? I adore them. <3
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I really hope Campoli stays with the Hawks so we get to see more of them! ♥
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Chris kisses like he plays hockey -
Fierce. Scrappy. Playful. Heated.
He's got Corey up against the door of Corey's apartment building. Their hips are caught together, sharp breaths the only sound in the empty hall, and Corey's gripping Chris's arms because he's not sure his knees are going to hold him up right now.
When Chris lets him go, he's flushed and grinning as he says, "Um, goodnight?"
And Corey says, "Yeah, no," and opens the door and drags him inside.
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Nikita/Russian of choice; going home?
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"You're burning, Jon." There's a light touch on his back, fingers smoothing gently down the length of his spine, and Jon shivers a little, burrowing his face deeper into his crossed arms.
"I'm comfortable," he mutters.
The sun is hot, but not too much, just enough breeze to ward off heatstroke, and Kaner's smoothing cool drops of sunscreen over his back. He might start purring any minute now, honestly.
"You're an idiot, and I won't feel sorry for you when you wake up tomorrow looking like a tomato," Kaner retorts, but he doesn't stop with the sunscreen.
Jon cracks open one eye and looks at him, and Kaner sighs, and drags his fingers through the longer hair at the back of Jon's neck.
Jon smiles to himself, and closes his eyes.
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I would like to request something really fluffy/kooky starring Burish and Sharp. I remember once reading note where you said how much you loved them and I do too! They definitely don't get enough love and I've been meaning to write something with them myself!
Muchas gracias! :D
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"Happy birthday, you get me for a whole three days!" Is how Bur greets him when Patrick opens the door.
"My birthday's in December, moron."
"You know you're happy to see me, douchewad."
Patrick fights a grin when Bur shoulder-knocks him as he walks inside, duffel bag dragging behind him because he's too lazy to pick it up.
He almost doesn't hear Bur mutter, "Fuckin' miss this place, Sharpie."
He doesn't know what to say. The hole is still there. Missing Bur on roadtrips, the other half of his pranks. He still hates that Bur isn't here all the time. But he's an adult, and he knows this is how it goes, so he doesn't complain.
Abby had laughed at him when Bur had first told him he'd be coming for a visit. Patrick had grinned for a full day, unrepentant.
He always has fun with Bur. It's going to be a fun three days.
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Thank you!
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"I can't get married," Dunc blurts.
He's standing on Brent's doorstep in the pouring rain, completely drenched, clothes plastered to his skin and hair a mess around his eyes, and he's so pale that it freaks Brent the fuck out and he drags Dunc in by his arm ( ... )
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Oh my goodness. BOYS!
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