Advent Calendar Drabbles - First five days!
Hey peeps! Remember me? Long time no see, huh? I'm so excited about Drabble Calendar season! :D I need to catch up, so here come the first 5 prompts!
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Title: Dear Santa.
Prompt: #1 - Letters To Santa.
Pairing: Greg/Josie
Word Count: 132.
Rating: G (though, warning for implied death)
Josie looked around and muttered to herself how silly she must have looked like. But she was beyond any other choice. She had promised, after all, to Greg that she would do it. She turned her attention to the paper once more, scratced the last thing she had written, and scribbled the last words. After re-reading it, Josie ran her cleenex through her teary eyes, got up, and left it on the table, deciding she would send it in the morning.
Dear Santa,
For this Christmas I want a new boyfriend.
This is how Greg asked me to start the letter, Santa. He was such a kid some times. But I can't. Not yet. All I want for Christmas this year is for him to be happy, wherever he is.
Love,
Josie.
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Title: Delicious.
Prompt: #2 - Gingerbread.
Pairing: Greg/Jeff
Word Count: 157
Rating: PG-13
"That's the last time I ever call the Evil Witch 'Wicked'," Jeff stated. Looking down, he thought about how odd it felt to have so many candy on him. "What should we--Greg! Stop eating yourself!"
Greg was munching on his own hand. He froze when Jeff yelled at him, but didn't remove his tasty extremity from his mouth until he spoke.
"But we're so delicious now..." he pleaded, earning an eye roll from Jeff. "Besides, I haven't had a gingerbread man in so long..." Greg's eyes sparkled for a second. "Oh, I maybe can sate my gingerbread-man-hunger in a different way..."
Greg moved closer to Jeff, smiling mischievously. He turned his arms around the younger man's waist and began nuzzling his neck. Jeff repressed a moan first, and then a gasp when he felt Greg's teeth bite at his pulse.
"Ouch! Greg!" he yelped.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled through a mouthful of Jeff, just before swallowing.
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Title: Art.
Prompt: #3 - Christmas Tree.
Pairing: Colin/Ryan.
Word Count: 172.Rating: GColin tilted his head to a side and squinted is eyes. Art had never been one of his master-areas. Both he and Ryan loved art, yes, but loving it and actually making it were two very different things. The monstruosity before them was no more than a proof of it.
Colin looked to a side and grinned wider at Ryan, who was just staring at what should have been a Christmas tree. Colin began laughing, and once he did, he couldn't stop. Ryan joined him shortly after with his own silent chuckles. Once Colin was able to stop for a breath, he clutched his sides and stated, "That is the most horrible Christmas tree I have ever seen," which elicited a brand new round of laughter.
"I think it is," Ryan agreed, unable to breathe.
A few moments later, they were left breathless and smiling, wiping the tears from their eyes.
"Remind me not to get a tree next year," Colin asked, and Ryan put his arm around him.
"It's a promise."
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Title: Costumes and camels.
Prompt: #4 - Three Wise Men.
Pairing: (Implied) Pat/Ryan.
Word Count: 186. (Dammit! Each time the WC gets bigger! xD)
Rating: G
"I can't believe we're doing this," Greg whispered, earning a shushing sound from Colin. The bespectacled man shook his head. "They're gonna notice, y'know?"
He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, while Colin kept peeping through the small opening of the door.
Brad leaned on a wall with a smile that denoted he was having fun, in spite of the stupid costumes and the cold breeze that was freezing them to the bone.
"Okay, that's our que. Let's go," Colin whispered. Greg rolled his eyes, but prepared himself to make an entrance anyway. He shoved the cigarette aside and onto the snow, where it turned off.
They bursted through the door without much trouble and with identical smiling faces. The kids screamed, scared at first, until they recognized the three figures before them. That was when they threw themseves to the older men, squealing.
Each man was dressed in a different togue and holding a stuffed camel. Ryan grinned from where he was hugging his children and exchanged a knowing look with Pat.
He probably had the three best friends in the world.
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Title: Don't You Drag Me Down, Santa!
Prompt: #5 - Sleigh Ride.
Pairing: Greg/Jeff
Word Count: 150.Rating: R for language.
Greg sighed and unattached the second to the last string from the roof. Putting down the Christmas decorations always made him sad and nostalgic. The one he was about to remove was Santa on his sleigh. He had already put away the reindeers. For a second, he wondered why every Santa looked like a high morone.
The last string snapped at that moment and the figure began sliding down the snow-covered roof. Greg yelped in panic and grabbed it as tightly as he could. He tried pulling it back, but Santa was stronger. Instead, the figure was pulling Greg down with it. His feet were sliding on the snow, his sneakers unable to stop Greg from being dragged down with the figure.
The figure froze after a few feet.
Jeff yelled from the yard. "Greg, what the fuck are you doing?!"
Greg grimaced. "Getting my own sleigh ride from Santa."