Heroes of MtYG
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mtyg_discuss2011 sees the return of the Heroes of MtYG rewards!
If you read and send feedback to every single MtYG story* before the reveal on the 6th January, you can claim either a ficlet from one of the mods (the sparklynopseud, the fabulous pensnest, and myself, llamabitchyo) or art (a chibi) from the very-talented and generous, luxshine.
Once you're done feedbacking, leave a comment here asking for your ficlet or art.
For a ficlet: Please give a pairing (or just a character) and a prompt.
For a chibi: Please give the name of the sparkly boy you want and any special prompt.luxshine is offering to do up to 10 chibis in honor of Pop SeSa's 10th Anniversary. (Reward requests are placed at both LJ and Dreamwidth, so the mods will do their best to let you know if/when all 10 chibis have been claimed.)
So, get to it! Read, feed, and claim your reward!
* You do not need to feedback your own story to qualify.
** My sincerest apologies to the Heroes of 2010 on the delay of their rewards. Your stockings will be on their way before spring. I spent most of this year with a broken sewing machine, but I finally have one that works--though it's older than Chris! older than even Nick and Justin put together! We will send you an email before shipping them, just to make sure your address didn't change in 2011.
If you read and send feedback to every single MtYG story* before the reveal on the 6th January, you can claim either a ficlet from one of the mods (the sparkly
nopseud, the fabulous pensnest, and myself, llamabitchyo) or art (a chibi) from the very-talented and generous, luxshine.Once you're done feedbacking, leave a comment here asking for your ficlet or art.
For a ficlet: Please give a pairing (or just a character) and a prompt.
For a chibi: Please give the name of the sparkly boy you want and any special prompt.
luxshine is offering to do up to 10 chibis in honor of Pop SeSa's 10th Anniversary. (Reward requests are placed at both LJ and Dreamwidth, so the mods will do their best to let you know if/when all 10 chibis have been claimed.) So, get to it! Read, feed, and claim your reward!
* You do not need to feedback your own story to qualify.
** My sincerest apologies to the Heroes of 2010 on the delay of their rewards. Your stockings will be on their way before spring. I spent most of this year with a broken sewing machine, but I finally have one that works--though it's older than Chris! older than even Nick and Justin put together! We will send you an email before shipping them, just to make sure your address didn't change in 2011.
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Date: 2011-12-29 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-29 06:32 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Do you want the guidelines to be similar to what they were in 2009? (If you're requesting a chibi, please give the name of the sparkly boy you want and any special prompt. No more than 5 requests for a chibi? So if you're claiming art, please make sure that other people haven't already filled up the quota.)
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Date: 2011-12-29 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-29 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-30 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-31 08:22 pm (UTC)For a ficlet, I'll take Lance+anyone, tattoos
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Date: 2012-01-03 01:32 pm (UTC)(Also, I rather failed at keeping it "ficlet" sized.)
Thanks for being a hero!
Curb Appeal
Date: 2012-01-03 01:32 pm (UTC)Christening had fun connotations, but Lance didn’t have expectations along those lines. Christening could also be just a play on Chris, and besides, Chris hadn’t looked at him that way in ages. Well, maybe not quite an age. There’d still been something once in a while, but definitely not since he’d started his space training. Sometimes, Lance thought that Chris didn’t look at him anymore period. Well. He couldn’t help looking in Lance’s direction, but it was like Chris didn’t recognize him anymore.
Sometimes Lance didn’t recognize himself anymore either.
Lance was expecting a house warming or something, a classic Chris bash with lots of people, good beer, cheap food and a dozen SuperSoakers. It wasn’t like that. Instead, it was just the two of them drinking something fruity and laying out by the pool they couldn’t swim in because “they chlorinated the hell out of it. Made it look good for showing the place, yeah, but now I have to figure out pool services along with everything else. I don’t know what I was thinking. Unless. You want to be my pool boy, Bass?”
For an answer, Lance got up to pour himself another glass from the icy pitcher of vodka-cranberry-7-Up fruit salad stuff and refused to do the same for Chris.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Chris said. “Cosmonauts. They’re all the same. Not too good to do the cabana boy, but way too good to be him.”
“Get a cabana and we can renegotiate.”
Lance took a quick detour on his way back to his spot and dropped an ice-covered twist of lime peel down the back of Chris’s shirt. Surprisingly, Chris didn’t tackle him or toss him into the pool. He simply wriggled out of his T-shirt and threw it at him. Lance caught it in his free hand and grinned, impressed with himself because it was a pretty smooth move, and hey, any time he could trick a cute guy out of his shirt was a time worth celebrating.
“Too slow, old man.”
“Not slow,” Chris said. “Mellow.” He gestured back towards the house. “I’m a responsible home owner now.”
Lance snorted.
“No, really,” Chris said. “It’s important. You buy a house, you have to chill the fuck out or you become one of those guys who end up turning a twelve-gauge shotgun on their neighbors because of the way they trimmed the hedges.”
“I don’t think--this doesn’t seem like the sort of neighborhood where that would happen.”
“Can happen anywhere, Bass. You have no idea. So I am mellow. I am calm. I have embraced serenity and released my inner JC.”
“Oh, Jesus, we’re all in for it now. No one who’s seen C in the studio would ever buy that line.”
The topic of home ownership led eventually to Joey. He hadn’t proposed to Kelly yet, but they both knew it was in the works. Lance was happy for them, genuinely happy for Joey, but still...
“It feels like the end of an age,” Lance said. “Like yet another end to an age I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to say goodbye to. I thought... I mean, that’s how the groom’s supposed to feel, right? Not the best man.”
Chris nodded, but then said, “No, I think a lot of best men feel that way. At least if they’re still single. Who wants to see their wingman retire? Except in your case...” Chris peered over his sunglasses at him. “Joey never did help you much in the picking up chicks department.”
“Are you kidding? He was great. Picked them all up so I didn’t have to.”
“Hmm...” Chris said. “I guess you’ll have to start spending more time with me then. You know the honeys can’t resist the fine Kirkpatrick ass.”
Lance laughed.
“Hey! Don’t mock the FKA! Those who underestimate its powers--”
“No, no. It’s not that. No offense to the FKA ‘cause how many people have a butt worthy of its own acronym? But, wow. No. That would not be a good plan for me.”
“You don’t want to hang with me?”
“I love hanging with you,” Lance said. “But I’ve got to show off my assets to their best advantage. I need a wingman whose ass isn’t finer than mine.”
“Whoa. Did we teach you to lie like that? I don’t know whether to be proud or ashamed.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Well of course you’re not going to admit to it. We taught you better than that.” Chris stood up and pulled off his sunglasses, treating Lance to an assessing look. “If indeed we were the ones who taught you such things. When was the last time you looked at yourself in a mirror? A big mirror?”
“What?”
“Come on.” Chris caught Lance’s hand and pulled him to his feet.
“What?”
“Come on, come on.”
Chris tugged at his wrist, and Lance didn’t fight being pulled into the house, although he did balk a little at the door to the master bathroom.
“If ‘house christening’ meant some kind of weird peeing ritual--”
Chris laughed. “I’m not that kind of freak. Get in here.”
The room doglegged around a corner, so all Lance saw was a wide expanse of mirrors and black marble. A large mirror spanned the wall behind two black sinks set in a large marble-topped vanity, and the opposite wall was lined with mirrored doors.
“Ugh.” Lance didn’t want to insult Chris’s new place, but he had his limits.
“Yeah, I know,” Chris said. “It’s the world’s sparkliest linen closet, but it comes in handy. Now look.”
He pulled Lance into the center of the mirrored space, then drew him around sideways until they stood close together, face to face. He smelled a little like vodka fruit salad, and Lance liked that.
“Not at me. Come on.” Chris nudged Lance’s chin, turning his face until their eyes met in one of the closet’s mirrored doors. “Good. Now see?” Chris did a little booty shake and Lance smiled.
“I do see. But we’ve already reached an agreement on the Kirkpatrick charms.”
“No, we haven’t! Geez, do I have to do everything around here? Now look.” He gave his little shake again. “Kirkpatrick ass, very fine, aged well, yadda yadda, and--” He turned Lance slightly and rested his hands low on Lance’s hips. “--Basstronaut ass. Literally out of this world.”
“Not literally,” Lance said, still focused more on Chris than on the mirrors.
“As good as. Ladies will flock to the FKA because only the most confident would think they’d ever have a chance at that.” Chris pointed at the mirror image of Lance’s backside.
“You are so full of it.” Lance traced the inked line of the phoenix down Chris’s outstretched arm until he reached Chris’s hand. “You should put this back.”
“Hmm?”
Lance rolled his hips, and Chris figured it out. They stood there for a long moment, hands on each other’s hips, but neither of them made a move to go further.
“What are we doing here?” Lance finally asked.
Chris shrugged, but moved closer still, sliding one hand to the small of Lance’s back, making him shiver before heating him up.
“We’re making sure you’ve done a true appraisal of your assets,” Chris said. “I don’t like to see you undervaluing yourself.”
That hit a little too close to home, so Lance tried to laugh it off.
“I think the whole home-buying experience has gone to your head. Inspections, appraisals...”
“Maybe it has,” Chris agreed. “So let’s talk curb appeal.”
With Chris’s hand warm on his lower back, Lance had no difficulty following that leap of Kirkpatrickian logic.
“I am not getting a tramp stamp.”
“Don’t be crass, Bass. I would never suggest such a thing.”
“No?”
Chris shook his head. “Not for you. For you, I was thinking... something higher.” He drew his hand up along Lance’s spine, and Lance had to bite down on his own lip to keep from wantonly arching into it. “Get some ink here, something roughly triangular.”
He traced a pattern at the base of Lance’s neck, using just enough of his nails that Lance had no chance of hiding his reaction. Chris licked his lips and smiled before continuing.
“Make it something special, but use the flat of the triangle to emphasize your shoulders and then it can point, all subtle like, down to your finer assets.”
“Something special, huh?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. You’ll have to figure that out for yourself, but just... give your lovers something pretty to look at, okay? Not a scary-ass, cherubic version of your momma.”
That was mean, but so very true. Lance laughed and leaned in close enough that his lips brushed Chris’s ear as he spoke. “I don’t know. Maybe I have some weird hang up where I only want to be fucked in the dark. Something like that could be my own personal hankie code.”
“Or a way to screen out the really creepy fucks.”
“If they’re able to get it up while staring at that, I should run?”
“Like the wind.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Lance said, and then he paused for a second.
A small part of him was asking, Why now? Why are doing this now? But he’d already stated half of the answer. It was the end of an age; it was time to begin something new. Or try a new twist on an old favorite...
“But I think I’ll need your input on this one. Tell me... What would you want to look at while you were giving it to me hard?”
“I don’t know,” Chris said, and he sort of laughed and stumbled and half-crawled right up Lance until he had him pressed up against one of the mirrors. “We might have to try it a few times? ‘Cause I gotta admit, I’ve always been picturing it more like me hanging on tight while you ride me like a space bull.”
“Okay,” Lance said, right before kissing him. “We will do that, too.”
Re: Curb Appeal
Date: 2012-01-03 03:36 pm (UTC)Re: Curb Appeal
Date: 2012-01-03 03:40 pm (UTC)I was nervous about this. (And had to stare at many, many pictures of Chris. That phoenix seems so big, but hides in photos well. I think he had it then, but wow, he didn't make it easy for me.)
Re: Curb Appeal
Date: 2012-01-30 12:34 pm (UTC)Only Chris! This was lovely, funny and warm and delightful.
Re: Curb Appeal
Date: 2012-02-03 10:53 pm (UTC)I did it! \o/
Date: 2012-01-03 11:00 pm (UTC)Lance+anyone, favourite books
Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 09:54 pm (UTC)Lance's christening gift was a pile of books considerably higher than the baby was long. Oh, he also gifted her with some bonds—for her college fund, as he explained to Joey—not that she'd need a college fund, Joey wasn't planning on running out of money any time, but that was Lance being a proper godfather. Still, his real gift was the pile of books.
"You do know she can't read yet?" Kelly said, teasing.
"So now you have them in the house, ready to read to her as soon as she's old enough to take notice," Lance said, perfectly serious. "I'm going to read her all of them, when she's old enough. I'm her godfather, so it's, like, my job."
"He's so sweet about it," Kelly told Joey that night, in bed after an exhausting, family-filled day. "He's taking being her godfather really seriously."
"He's a good choice, I told you," Joey said. Although secretly, he thought Lance would probably forget his promise to read all the books to Briahna. Lance was a sweetheart, but he was always running after something new.
He was wrong, though.
Briahna was only really big enough to look at the pictures, but Lance would sit her on his lap and bounce her to the rhythm of One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish, until she giggled.
A year later, it was marching about the living room on his knees, reciting, "I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them, Sam I Am," while she giggled and shouted, "Sam I Yam!" and toddled after him and grabbed his hair in her firm little fists.
Once she'd mastered running, Briahna didn't sit still very often, and Lance's visits were mostly spent in motion, chasing after her or pretending to run away. But at the end of the day when she was worn out, she'd snuggle next to him on the couch. "A person's a person, no matter how small," he told her, and traced under the lines with his finger so she could follow as he read.
And Joey treasured that time he'd come into the room to find Lance acting out The Cat in the Hat, bouncing around the room and flailing like a lunatic as he recited the words. "It's fun to have fun, But you have to know how." Joey was surprised Lance could remember them all, but it seemed as though they'd stuck in his head when he was a kid, and never slid out again. He wondered if Briahna would remember them the same way. Maybe she'd remember them in Lance's voice, with his Mississippi accent coming through.
"No!" she said, a month later. "Read it right! Read it like Lance!"
It seemed like only five minutes since she'd been a tiny little thing with a round, red face, smaller than her pile of books. But it couldn't be only five minutes, because now, here was Briahna, sitting on the couch with Lance and showing off her new skill at reading. "I meant no harm. I most truly did not. But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got."
Joey wasn't sure who was prouder, himself or the beaming godfather.
When they brought Kloey home, Briahna had sorted her Dr Seuss books into two piles. "I asked Uncle Lance," she announced, "and he said these ones were best for babies. I'm going to read these to her, as soon as she's big enough."
Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 10:00 pm (UTC)This is such a sweet and wonderful ficlet. :)
And this bit: Although secretly, he thought Lance would probably forget his promise to read all the books to Briahna. Lance was a sweetheart, but he was always running after something new. I could see how Joey might think that, and then to be proven wrong. ♥
Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 11:44 pm (UTC)Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 10:04 pm (UTC)Pen, thank you so much, that was so lovely! :D *HUGS*
Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 11:45 pm (UTC)Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 11:13 pm (UTC)(And I am also imagining newt!verse Lance reading to the young. :-)
Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-01-10 11:46 pm (UTC)Re: Oh, the places you'll go
Date: 2012-02-03 10:56 pm (UTC)Just under the wire!
Date: 2012-01-06 11:59 am (UTC)Are there still chibis available for requesting? ::covets::
Re: Just under the wire!
Date: 2012-01-06 04:49 pm (UTC)Re: Just under the wire!
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