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I am minus one child and winding down from an exhausting day of eating and dealing with family dysfunction and I just want to collapse into fandom and never return.

Also? Bored now, so I thought I might take some drabble requests.

anything pairing from Heroes fandom (het, gen, slash, and rpf all accepted)
100-500 words
prompt with a word, phrase, lyric, picture, anything you come up with
feel free to offer multiple pairings/prompts

Current Mood: apathetic

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From:

silme711.livejournal.com

ooooh! Nice! I ♥ your drabbles!

Milo/Adrian
domestic!Milo, cooking

Milo/Adrian
Sailing

Milo/Zach
dark!dominant!Zach guh. Did you see the FHM pics with him wearing leather gloves? yeah. something like that...he doesn't have to wear gloves though ;)

From:

oh-mcgee.livejournal.com

“What in God’s name are you doing?”

“Making breakfast,” Milo replied, staring at Adrian as if he’d left his brain in the bathroom along with his clothing.

“Milo,” He said, leaning over Milo’s shoulder, wet hair dripping on Milo’s white shirt. “You’re a vegetarian.”

“Holy shit,” Milo smirked, feigning shock. “I completely forgot.” He rolled his eyes at Adrian dramatically as he flipped the bacon over in the skillet.

“Don’t get smart with me,” Adrian grinned, giving Milo a playful smack on the ass. “Seriously though, what are you doing? I thought you couldn’t stand the smell of pork fat.”

“I can’t,” he explained, turning the knob to the off position as he turned around and rested his hands on Adrian’s toweled hips. “But I don’t have anything else in the fridge but fake eggs and sausage, and its you favorite.” Milo shrugged his shoulders as he leaned in, tracing his tongue over Adrian’s lips before turning to take the bacon up.

“I think I kind of love you,” Adrian grinned, pressing his lips to the back of Milo’s neck. Milo smirked as he took the bacon up and set the plate aside. Apparently the way to a man’s heart (and into his pants, or towel as it was) was through his stomach.