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[stellamira]

I've never done this, I don't even know if anybody's interested, but I woke up at 8 in the morning on a Sunday (and might just not go back to sleep), the Dean/Sam needs one more scene that I'm not sure I will write today, and even then I don't know if it'll ever see the light of day, so

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[without_me]

Umm... Chris/Jensen? ::hopeful look:: Vodka.

[stellamira]

Uh, I hope you didn't mean the actually had to drink the vodka.

Chris is going to die. Chris is going to die as soon as Jensen stops hugging the toilet and gets his hands around Chris' neck instead. Chris fucking knows that Jensen can't hold vodka for shit, and if Jensen sometimes forgets, then it's Chris' job to remind him, not feed him more.

"Better out than in, right?" Chris says cheerfully somewhere behind him, and Jensen wonders if he can stand on his feet long enough to walk over and punch him. Why couldn't they have just stuck with beer, or hell, tequila even, Jensen's got no problem with that. Instead Chris had to break out the vodka, and Jensen's gone through a lot of hang-overs in his life, but there's nothing like feeling as if death had swallowed you, then spit you back out because you weren't ripe yet.

"I hate you," Jensen moans, flushing the toilet. He flinches when a freaking cold washcloth slaps against his forehead

[without_me]

Seems to me the vodka got drunk just fine. Though I suppose Jensen might argue with the description. Me, though, I have no complaints! Whee!!!

[stellamira]

Yay. I'm glad you like it. :)

[geneli4]

how about little more lance/dean, or is that too much crack for a sunday morning?  :P

[stellamira]

Good thing that it's Sunday evening already. :)

When the kid had finally found the storage room, dragging Dean inside, and pointed to a couple of boxes in the corner, Dean was so startled that he couldn't keep the words out of his mouth, "What the fuck, are you kidding me?"

The kid arched one eyebrow. "Why, what did you think we'd be doing here?"

There really was no nice way to say I thought 'there might be a poltergeist in the back room' was a euphemism for 'I want to get you somewhere out of the way so I can blow you', so Dean kept his mouth shut

[turlough]

Wheeeee, more fun with Lance and Dean! And they're in the closet :-) But now you've got me curious about what Chris has done to Sam so I'm afraid you'll have to continue writing this ;-)

[stellamira]

Naaaw. You know Chris, he's just being his obnoxious self. And Sam, well, he wouldn't really deal well with that at all. :)

[turlough]

You know me, terribly singleminded :-) Lance/Nick and airports, please?

[stellamira]

terribly singleminded

That you are.

The last person Lance expects to run into when he pushes the door of the airport bathroom open is Nick Carter. Of course he knows that Backstreet's in Germany as well, knows they're going home for Christmas, too, he just didn't know they were leaving from the same airport. Only that both groups taped the same BRAVO special yesterday, in the same city, so big duh.

"N-Nick. Hey."

Nick doesn't seem to be quite as startled, just blows his bangs out of his face and nods at him. "Hi, Lance."

They stare at each other for a minute, until Lance finally remembers that he came here for a purpose, and it wasn't stuttering at Nick. "Excuse me."

Nick's still there when Lance comes out of the stall, leaning against a sink, and what the fuck, did he just listen to Lance piss? "So, ah," Nick says while Lance runs the water, reaches for the soap. "I know how you said we should just forget about it, but the thing is --"

Lance's hands still. Maybe he has been too fast drawing conclusions, but Nick had looked so

[turlough]

Awwwww, bashful babies! That was cute, and touching too. Thank you!

[stellamira]

You're welcome. :)

[madame_d]

Wait, requests are still open? Why didn't you *say* anything?

Oh um... damnit. I'm wanting crossovery something... Jensen/JC - lullaby.

[stellamira]

Why didn't you *say* anything?

I did!

You want what?! Let me get back to you. In a few hours.

[madame_d]

You want what?!

Um. Steve/Jensen if the other is too crazy. *hides*

[stellamira]

No no. It's okay. Jensen/JC and a lullaby

[saba1789]

trickyfish, dancing

[stellamira]

Sorry, I think I'll have to do this one tomorrow. I got home late, and madame_d wanted Jensen/JC(!), and I'm all wrung out and tired now.

[madame_d]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wring you out like that! I should've offered backup pairing immediately! *feels bad*

[stellamira]

Well, it wasn't you exactly, it was more the coming home late part. But it did take a little longer than planned to write yours.