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Thursday - crack!day

Hey y'all, it's my last day here as your guest hostess - thanks fr making it such a pleasurable time ;)

Today's theme is crack.

Not the drug, crack-cocaine, but things in fic where the only way to explain how something so silly got written to someone out of fandom, is that you must've been in something to think of it. (Anyone got a better explantion, email me ;) )

Doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt is well, crackalicious! i.e. out there, weird, odd, not the norm.

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, and code your prompts correctly:

~ SGA; John/Rodney; we're both men, so how come there's 4 breats, 2 vaginas and 0 cocks in the room?!
~ BtVS; Willow/Tara; uh, help! *looks at wings and tail, passes out*
~ Leverage; Eliot/Alec; no, this cannot be happening! I'm a guy so I'm.not.pregnant!!!

Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own. If you don't see anything you fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what takes your fancy from them ;)

You ready? Go forth and have FUN!



May. 6th, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
When he first became aware of the slightest inkling of feelings for his flatmate, George tried to ignore it. It had to be nothing more than a reaction to having almost no one else he could relate to. He tried not to think about why this strange attraction seemed to be forming to Mitchell instead of toward Annie, who was certainly pleasant enough to look at.

When Mitchell started returning his glances, George tried even harder -- but it was hard when his heightened werewolf senses told him of Mitchell's increased arousal every time he entered the same room as him. George began to avoid his friend, wondering anxiously if Mitchell possessed some instinct like George's, that betrayed their mutual attraction.

Eventually -- Mitchell cornered him and pressed the issue.

George was a little dazed when Mitchell pulled back from the surprise kiss, smiling a little sheepishly, as if just remembering that the object of his affections actually still needed to breathe. Mitchell's smile faded slightly, his dark eyes solemn and anxious, and he bit the side of his lip uncertainly as he waited for George's reaction.

It only took him a moment to make his decision.

"Great," he groaned, rolling his eyes -- but the mockery in his tone was gentle and accepting. "Now I'm a werewolf -- and a fairy!"
May. 7th, 2009 10:08 pm (UTC)
Cute! ^^ I love that George's werewolf senses allow him to pick up on Mitchell's reactions - that's awesome.
May. 7th, 2009 10:11 pm (UTC)
hehe yeah, i like the idea of that... mitchell can't hide anything from george ;) hehe... glad you liked it, love, thanx :)


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