Alright. Prompt me. Any fandom, any pairing, any situation. If I don't know it, I'll research it and do my best, or ask you for another option. Seriously, go freaking crazy, people. I'm bored and want to write.
Adam flails his way into consciousness, groaning as a million miniature fans start screaming inside his head like he's just won ten Stanley Cups single-handed. He can't open his eyes, because even the thought of light makes him nauseous, and for a second he wishes someone would knock him back out. Then someone moves next to him on the bed, and he changes that wish from being knocked out to being killed.
"What. the. fuck."
Sharpie's voice is rough and gritty, and way too loud for the level of hungover Adam is currently wallowing in. The other man doesn't seem to care, or he's just being an evil dick, it's hard to tell sometimes, and he shoves at Adam's shoulder. It almost sends him off the side of the bed, does set the room to spinning dangerously, so Adam flails out with his legs, connecting solidly with either a hip or a knee
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There was a strangled cry from the living room, followed closely by what could only be the sounds of a fight. After a few years playing hockey, it's pretty easy to identify, and it had Duncan and Patrick moving in short order. The sight that greeted them brought them up short, and Duncan could feel a proud grin spreading across his face.
Joel and Cameron, who were supposed to have watching a movie (really they should have been napping, but what four year old did that without fuss when they weren't sick?), were rolling across the floor in a tangle of brightly colored limbs. There wasn't much happening beyond that, just a few jabbed elbows and an accidental knee to the stomach, kids stuff. Cameron grabbed the hem of Joel's shirt and dragged it over his head, trapping his arms and leaving him in the dark long enough for her to get the upper hand
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I want Tazer and Kaner going to the zoo. Don't ask me why. And Kaner being adorable and tazer not really wanting to go, but he goes anyway and Kaner is just so cute that Tazer ends up randomly kissing him in front of the monkey cage or something.
Jon doesn't even know why he's here. Okay, he knows, because Patrick had bugged him all week about wanting to go see lemurs or something, and he'd eventually caved, and here they were. Dragging themselves through the crowds at Lincoln Park, trying (and mostly failing) not to be recognized. But that doesn't explain why Jon had caved, when he doesn't even really like zoos much (if he wanted to look at animals he couldn't touch, they had books and magazines for that
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Lol, this is so great. With the Penguins crack and UGH KANER BEING ALL EXCITED ABOUT EVERYTHING, I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM IN THIS FIC, SERIOUSLY. ALL THE HEARTS IN MY EYES RIGHT NOW. *______________________*
You make me want to write the insanely sappy Toews/Kane fic. I think that's your superpower or something, so be sure to only use it for- oh, what am I saying. Go ahead, abuse the fuck outta it, I seem to *enjoy* writing sappy Toews/Kane.
Something was beeping, and it was starting to drive George insane. He reached out to swat at his alarm clock, but his arm wouldn't cooperate. It felt like he'd been tied down and buried under a ton of rubble for good measure, and the small twitch he did manage set his head to throbbing painfully
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Jon wakes with a start, for no other reason than something is wrong. The first thing he does is check on Patrick, who's calmly snoring away, smacking his lips together a few times just to perfect the image of pure innocence that is only possible when he's dead to the world or talking to Jon's grandmother.
His heart starts pounding as he sits up and looks around their room. He isn't sure what's wrong, just that something is. Nothing is out of order, Jon's things all in their places, Patrick's strewn haphazardly as they usually are. The little monitor by the door that lets him check the alarm without going downstairs is blinking happily, assuring him that nobody's tried to break in and murder them in their sleep. No trees have crashed through the ceiling, smoke isn't filling the air, the windows are still intact, muting the sounds of birds happily chirping away in the Chicago sun. Everything is fine, and Jon can
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I woke up not too long ago and thought I'd missed a meeting 'cause my power went out in the middle of the night and my clock was set to the wrong time, and I panicked like crazy. Of course I couldn't got back to sleep after that, and was trolling for something to do, and found this, and the lightbulb went off.
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"What. the. fuck."
Sharpie's voice is rough and gritty, and way too loud for the level of hungover Adam is currently wallowing in. The other man doesn't seem to care, or he's just being an evil dick, it's hard to tell sometimes, and he shoves at Adam's shoulder. It almost sends him off the side of the bed, does set the room to spinning dangerously, so Adam flails out with his legs, connecting solidly with either a hip or a knee ( ... )
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Joel and Cameron, who were supposed to have watching a movie (really they should have been napping, but what four year old did that without fuss when they weren't sick?), were rolling across the floor in a tangle of brightly colored limbs. There wasn't much happening beyond that, just a few jabbed elbows and an accidental knee to the stomach, kids stuff. Cameron grabbed the hem of Joel's shirt and dragged it over his head, trapping his arms and leaving him in the dark long enough for her to get the upper hand ( ... )
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I want to roll around in this fic and play with it and live in it forever. Can I do that?
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OKAY I'M DONE FOR NOW.
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You're so sweet for writing this. <3333
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Smut or hurt!George or sick!George. Whichever you prefer. :D
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How are you?
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His heart starts pounding as he sits up and looks around their room. He isn't sure what's wrong, just that something is. Nothing is out of order, Jon's things all in their places, Patrick's strewn haphazardly as they usually are. The little monitor by the door that lets him check the alarm without going downstairs is blinking happily, assuring him that nobody's tried to break in and murder them in their sleep. No trees have crashed through the ceiling, smoke isn't filling the air, the windows are still intact, muting the sounds of birds happily chirping away in the Chicago sun. Everything is fine, and Jon can ( ... )
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"I love you, no matter what," he murmurs, so close their lips brush with every word.
Patrick grins and presses forward, his silent answer to this morning ritual.
I know.
And this is perfect.
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I woke up not too long ago and thought I'd missed a meeting 'cause my power went out in the middle of the night and my clock was set to the wrong time, and I panicked like crazy. Of course I couldn't got back to sleep after that, and was trolling for something to do, and found this, and the lightbulb went off.
Sorry it took so long to get this filled though.
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