Which... will probably be a lie until later in December since... I have a lot of crap to do.

Also, I will flat out tell you, I won't finish the SPN one.

BUT COME AT ME, BRO, VOTE AWAY IN THE COMMENTS

OKAY GUYS: After some ridiculous, terrible travel, I'm finally home for Thanksgiving, which I have a lot to be thankful for. To celebrate the day, but more importantly, the idea, leave me a comment with the pairing of your choice and I'll write something either Thanksgiving themed or thankfulness-themed.

Fandoms I'll Write For:
Bandom
Avengers/Marvel/X-Men
DC Comics
Parks and Rec
Glee
Supernatural
Hawaii 5-0
Bones
Inception
BBC Sherlock
White Collar

If there's something else you want, leave a comment anyway, and I'll see what I can do!

<3

Fandom: White Collar/Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Peter/El

Length: 600 wordsish.

Warnings: See the title of this post.

Notes: I DON'T EVEN KNOW, MAN. Just. Yeah. I just thought that El and Kurt would love each other. And then this happened. This was written earlyish this past summer when I suffered less from writer's block and when I was high on fashion.



( El prefers to stay out of Peter's work. )

Fandom: Bandom

Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Jon/Ryan

Length: 950 wordsish.

Warnings: it's me so... it's genderbending.

Notes: I asked twitter and fifteendozentimes said this one. SO THIS BUD FIC'S FOR YOU, BRO. Also, I know I've been pants (UTTER PANTS) at responding to comments, I'm sorry. But I am reading them, I've just been busy with work and school and well, reading The Hunger Games.

( This isn't the first time Jon has had makeup put on him. )

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Length: 700 wordsish.

Warnings: schmoopy boopy h/c

Notes: I put forward a call for papers for prompts on twitter this weekend when I realized I was a few wips short- brimtoast asked for "Blaine gets slushied, has to face actual reality, melts down, h/c" and "His blithe confidence in S03E01 made me expect that plot line in canon and I was ready to LOVE it. But nothing ever happened." and then wrote her this which was woefully short and then we had feels all over each other, the end. (also, guys, feel free to leave prompts in the comments. I promise nothing, but YOU COULD GET SOMETHING)

( It doesn't register as cold at first- the first thing he can think is that it burns, actually, like that first breath out the door in winter- frozen wind in your face, like you can't breathe. )

Fandom: Bandom, Panic

Pairing: intended Brendon/Spencer

Length: 2600 wordsish.

Warnings: ugh I love New York a lot okay

Notes: This is the summation as per merelyn: "the broadway AU where Brendon's an up-and-coming star who lives in a ridic tiny apt in HK and Spencer's a harried Asst Director like basically I want Bden to live in that apt on 48th with the shower stall in the wall next to the bright yellow "kitchen" and the green closet with the toilet in it and the dark red room with pink molding and a chandelier and a fake fireplace and whatnot and a creepy roommate and Spencer doesn't know what's more horrifying but Brendon loves it thiiiiiis much. dude and you know he'd like be all over the piano bar Don't Tell Mama on 46 and singing Being Alive on Sondheim night @ Duplex. Bden has this cornfed tiny Cheyenne Jackson vibe & no one thinks he can play the Emcee and he's only the understudy but one day the main guy gets food poisoning so Bden has to go on and he's so nervous he's going to puke but then the spotlight hits him and he launches into the opening number and BAM EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS

also this needs some cheesy part where B&S are on a crowded subway car and it lurches and knocks Bden into Spencer's chest

also omg Ryan is Bden's Parsons/FIT-attending roommate which explains that entire garish and shitty 6th floor walk up apt y/y?"

Yeah, that about says it all.


( Spencer had never intended to work in theater. )

Fandom: X-Men: First Class

Pairing: Alwaysagirl!Charles/Erik

Length: 7300 wordsish.

Warnings: sexy times, the fact that this was written for rageprufrock, Charles being BABYCRAZY

Notes: I forgot to post yesterday, like a bad person, so have a long one today- and I swear to god I write Charles as a dude. Sometimes. It just never seems like it. Uh, kidfic. Yeeeep.

( Erik considers himself no student of American geography, only to say they are somewhere he doubts is on any map, anyway. )

Fandom: Bandom, Panic

Pairing: past Brendon/Sarah, intended Brendon/Spencer

Length: 1100 wordsish.

Warnings: GHOST GHOSTFACERS WE FACE THE GHOSTS WHEN THE OTHERS WILL NOT

Notes: Yeah, I watch a LOT of Ghost Hunters. A LOT. Naturally, this happened.



( Brendon inherits Briarhaven from his Great Uncle Harlan, who he never met. )

THIS IS HOW WE DOOOOO IT

Fandom: Glee (and Bandomish)

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Length: 1500 wordsish.

Warnings: Shenanigans- underage drinking among friends is not underage drinking.

Notes: So, eponymousanon suggested an AU wherein Brendon Urie goes on Glee to play Blaine's cousin. I ACCEPTED THIS CHALLENGE. Tags right up on "New York."

( Kurt's shuffling through selections from Newsies when Blaine remembers to ask. )

Title: Honey, I Can See The Stars

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers big gay superheroes

Summary: "The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

Length: 11,700 wordish (what I what)

Warnings: Super self indulgent and a secret love letter to New York.

Notes: So, as you may have noticed, I haven't posted anything since July- I'd like to say it was because I was working on some secret huge project, but really, it was just a tremendous case of writer's block in combination with lack of inspiration. And a whopping dose of grad school. But yeah, I managed to write something, whoo. Thanks to rageprufrock, thehoyden, merelyn and isweedan for being awesome and letting me flail at them over it, and send them bits and basically, yes. This started out as sort of a fun thinglet for Pru and the Hoyden about Tony taking Steve to his tailor and well. About 8000 extra words happened. Also, without the judicious application of Beyonce's 4, this never could have happened.





( Steve doesn't really pay attention to what he wears beyond it- reasonably- fitting. )