Fiction for the Electoral Process

[apocalypsos]

I had an idea. And stop me if this sounds stupid.

So many new people who've never voted before went to the polls today. Hell, anybody like me who's already been to the polls knows that there are going to be a hell of a lot of people voting today.

It's a great thing. It's an amazing thing. And if seeing this many people get excited about the voting process doesn't give you back a little bit of hope in this country no matter what side you're on, I don't know what to do with you.

So, I don't know about the rest of you, but I think we all deserve a present.

Now, I know it's NaNoWriMo and everybody's busy writing, but I also know I've seen everybody, even those participating in NaNoWriMo, writing up posts about going to the polls this morning that were at least a hundred words long.

In that vein, I say we drabble. (Yeah, it's not the best present in the world, but a hundred words does not take that long to write.)

So here's what you do:

-- If you voted, respond as such in the comments. I voted today, and I would like a ________(fandom or pairing)________ drabble.

-- If you submit a drabble request, you have to write a drabble request. You don't have to write it immediately, of course ... you can wait until later on in the day when the list of drabble requests has gotten longer and you have more options to work with.

-- Only one request and one drabble per person. So basically, you submit one, and then you write one, sort of like a great big Secret Santa game, except without the "Secret" part. And you can't submit five drabbles for the same request. If somebody already wrote a drabble request you wanted to write ... well, tough noogies. ;P

-- Don't call dibs on a drabble request, just post the drabble. It's no fair to call dibs on one now and then wait until tonight to post it when other people can write it during the day. (I'd allow dibs, but we all deserve fic for voting, and we deserve it NOW. :))

-- Don't respond until you've voted. You only get the little sticker saying you voted and the hundred words of Harry/Draco porn after you've pushed the "Submit Ballot" button. ;)

-- Feel free to pimp this. Let's get everybody a hundred words of fic for doing their civic duty. Yay!

EDITED TO ADD: If you're ineligible to vote in the US or live elsewhere and want to write drabbles for American voters, go ahead and dip yourself in chocolate and feed yourself to the voters. :) (Ex., I live outside the US/I'm ineligible to vote, but I will write ______________ for voters.)

Just post what fandom(s) you're willing to write drabbles for, and the voters can feel free to request away. (Whoever does this, if you feel like calling uncle after only so many drabbles ... not a problem.)

Comments

[suaine.livejournal.com]

Dude, what about all us foreign people who'd like to pitch in? We can drabble too! 'Cause this is not just any election, it's maybe *the* election of the next twenty years (who knows, the world might end tomorrow) and we're all holding our breath here (and getting really, really drunk).

[silver-u-glass.livejournal.com]

Yeah, can we offer drabbles as thankyous for voting for Tony's new boss, pleeeeeeze?

[fernwithy.livejournal.com]

Hey, great idea. Looking forward to the requests.

I voted today, and I would like a Dawn/Xander (post-Chosen, grown-up Dawn) drabble.

[harmonyfb.livejournal.com]

After a while, she hardly thought of home at all. They went one place after another - London, Rome, Switzerland. She never stopped to ask where the money was coming from; she didn't much care.

She didn't much care about any of them, either. Buffy only called when she felt guilty, Giles when he had an assignment for her. She'd put Willow on call block as soon as her cell number showed up on the machine. Spike was gone. None of them called often, anyway.

Except for him. Blinded and lonely and fucked-up beyond repair, and he was still trying to take care of all of them. Beyond sad, is what it was. Still, she waited home on Sunday nights, week-in, week-out.

Just like this week. When it rang, she jumped, waiting for it to ring a second time, and then a third. Didn't want to seem too needy, too pathetic. She didn't know where he was this week; the static on the line probably meant he was a million miles away.

"Hey, Dawnie, how's it going?"

Just like that, she was 14 again. Just like that, the world was still safe. Just like that, somebody who wasn't dead actually cared.

"Hi, Xander." I miss you, too.

[phillyexpat.livejournal.com]

I voted via absentee ballot a few weeks ago. And I have no sticker to show for it :(. But can I have a Lost drabble?

[fernwithy.livejournal.com]

They didn't give me a sticker either (sniff), though I saw one on the way to work, so I guess they're in some places. Don't know "Lost," so I can't drabble that one for you.

[zeelee-penguin.livejournal.com]

*pout* I hate not being elligible to vote. I hate it so god damn much.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

You and me both. Stupid resident alien status.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I voted today, and I would like a nice smutty Lost drabble, featuring Charlie, Claire and/or Hurley. :)

[hawklaw.livejournal.com]

Hope you don't mind -- I friended you on the recommendation of some of my mutual friends.

LOST Drabble:

“Are you sure about this?” Charlie asked tentatively.

“Jack said that if the baby gets any bigger, I’ll need a Caesarian. He swore this would bring on labor!” Claire moaned with pleasure as she sunk down on Charlie’s straining cock. He forced his eyes to stay open as she began moving. He wanted to experience everything: the sight of her pale breasts and rounded belly, the sound of her sighing his name, the softness of her long hair which brushed his thighs as she threw her head back in ecstasy. As he came, he was sure he saw her smile.

[harmonyfb.livejournal.com]

I voted today (!) and I would like a Spike/Dana Scully drabble. :) Pretty please?

[fernwithy.livejournal.com]

How's this?


"You want to watch what you're doing with that thing, love."

Scully didn't jump. It was a close thing, though the vampire on the table wouldn't know it. "Subject has a high tolerance for anesthesia, perhaps a function of vampirism—"

"It's the beer, not the blood," the vampire said. "Builds you up. What are we playing at here?"

"Subject is belligerent."

"Subject's bloody naked on a slab, with someone waving a scalpel at him." He held out his hand. "The subject’s name is Spike."

"Scully."

"Well," Spike said. "Now we’re getting somewhere. Think you’d like to try a smile?"

[bcgphoenix]

This idea rocks.

Anyway, I voted absentee a week ago, but could I still have a Sayid-centric Lost drabble? Please?

[storydivagirl.livejournal.com]

Sayid watches the group of survivors follow Jack into the jungle and tries not to run over and grab each of them by their hands. Logically, he understands Jack's point of view - easy access to water, to shelter, to a cooler climate - but to give up hope when that's all that some of them had left...it was wrong.

Even Sawyer saw that, choosing to stay behind with the others and keep the fire burning for as long as possible.

Sometimes hope was the only thing to get a person through the day - he learned that during his time in the Iraqi army. Through all the horrors and moments of utter desolation, he maintained his hope that things would get better. He wasn't going to let some pessimistic doctor from America take that from him now.

[ladyortyger.livejournal.com]

I voted today and I want ... Islands are a Girl's Best Friend. :P

okay, fine, fine. Just write something funny for me. I don't care what.

[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

I voted absentee on the 17th of September.

I would like to see someone do something with the character Angel from the "X-Men" canon.

[ilanalynn.livejournal.com]

Heh, I've voted, but I've never written fanfic before in my life, so I'll just say 'Yay! I voted!'. :D

[isabeau.livejournal.com]

I voted! <3

And since I need distraction from NaNo, both writing and reading... I would like a Giles/Ethan drabble plzkthx :-D (will check back in here later for things I can write for.)

Okay...

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

I'm British, and as such, didn't vote. I am here to provide drabbles, that is all.

***

Ethan started to pour out either his tenth or eleventh (twelfth? Possibly.) shot, and missed the glass.

“Twit,” said his companion, sounding for as though he was reprimanding a child for not returning a book. “This is eleven years old, you know, don’t waste it.” He retrieved the bottle and refilled both glasses. He wasn’t even slurring his speech, the other man noted with admiration.

“Shut it, Ripper. All tastes the same after a few glasses, anyway,”

Rupert Giles glared over his glasses, reminding Ethan of an elderly school master. Well, if school masters never did up their shirts, and didn’t wear trousers, that was.

“Wanker.”

“Hardly. I have you for that sort of thing, after all.”

wonderful idea

[storydivagirl.livejournal.com]

I voted today, and I would like a Charmed - Chris drabble.

Re: wonderful idea

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I already wrote my drabble, but I just had to do this. :)

*makes out with your icon*

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

I voted...by absentee. Does that count?
If so, I'd like a Discworld drabble...

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Sure it counts. :)

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

I voted today, didn't get a nifty sticker, voted along the party lines because I want Kerry to have as smooth a House and Senate as possible, didn't vote for any of the justices because I'd rather read about them first then vote and I would like a Black Canary (pre-Birds of Prey, post-Longbow Hunters) drabble.

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

I suppose this is cheating a bit 'cause I already wrote a drabble... but you bunnied me. *G*


New Look


You raise your dripping head from the sink, and your hairstylist gasps. “Oh, wow. You won’t recognize yourself!”

Boy, have you heard that before. Mom always said this life would change you. That you’d lose yourself, find yourself doing things you never could have dreamed of.

You didn’t hear warnings. You heard promises.

A blonde lock escapes as your stylist towels your hair. It doesn’t go with your skin, but it goes with your smile. With the look in your eyes. You never wore a mask, and now you don’t even wear a disguise.

And you recognize yourself just fine.

[caudelac.livejournal.com]

I voted today, and I would like an Aramis(from three musketeers)/ Alfred Bester drabble.

For anyone who is feeling brave.

will check back and write something later. Promish.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

Alfred Bester from Babylon 5?

[sekari.livejournal.com]

I just voted. How about a Hesh/Queen Elizabeth I (sealab 2021/british monarchy)

[spyderqueen.livejournal.com]

I voted. And for something a little different, I want a Due South drabble focusing on Diefenbaker (not a pairing fic, I'm not THAT fucked up).

[kijeren.livejournal.com]

I just had to say..

I <3 your icon. *grin*

[girlwiththebook.livejournal.com]

I voted FOR KERRY and I want a Bobby/St. John(Pyro) smutdrabble - but i want it preRogue.

Not that I don't love Rogue, in fact I adore her and her strikey hair..

but I'm a slasher at heart. Yum.

[tinylegacies.livejournal.com]

I figured I'd give this a shot. Hope you enjoy! :)



They lay in their respective beds, feigning sleep, as bed check ends.

John slides out of his bed and into Bobby’s without making a sound.

Their lips meet hungrily, hands exploring familiar territory. They’ve been roommates for six months and lovers for three. Their bodies move in perfect harmony as John enters Bobby from behind causing him to gasps softly. John reaches around to stroke Bobby in perfect time with his thrusts. They reach their climax simultaneously, both letting out low groans of satisfaction.

John knows nothing will ever come between them, even though they have to hide their relationship.

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

I voted abentee by mail (my first presidential election!), and I want a drabble about Mason and George from Dead Like Me. Please?

[octopedingenue]

I voted absentee by mail (my first presidential election, too!), and I want a happy Peter/MJ drabble from the Spider-Man movies. Pretty please?

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

[this drabble takes place directly after Spider-Man 2 ends]


When Peter got home, Mary Jane was asleep on his bed. Her wedding dress filled his closet to overflowing. She was wearing Peter’s socks, his old science club t-shirt and his second-best jeans. The curve of her hip was a precise crescent, like the moon. When Peter reached for his camera he had to lift it past the army of bobby pins scattered over his shelf.

He was soaked, his fingers cold and stiff. But he got the shot. The film stayed in his desk that whole winter. Peter developed it that spring, and he titled the photograph ‘She stayed.’

[rani23.livejournal.com]

I voted today, and I would like a Wesley/Fred drabble. Pretty please with sugar on top. :)

[bailunrui.livejournal.com]

Most couples went out to romantic restaurants and saw sappy movies together. They roasted marshmellows by the roaring fire of Ink'ba carcases after an exhausting apocalyptic battle. But that was their way. She was happy with it. Still, Wesley managed to surprise her.

"Marry me."

[yueni]

Not a US citizen, and thus ineligible to vote, but throwing myself out there to write Lotrips and KA FPS and RPS for voters.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

I voted today and I'd like a Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger romance drabble based off the notion of "if a boy is tormenting one particular girl, he must loooooooove her."

I will draw fanart in return, but no slash.

Hr/D lurve

[marginaliana]

Disclaimer: I do not write much fic, so this may have extreme suckage plzdonthurtme. But I liked your idea and it sent me directly into "pigtails in inkwell" land.

Also, I do not believe I have mastered the art of writing something short enought to be called a drabble. So this is what I would effectively call an 'ass-long' drabble.

Umm, yay for voting.



Hermione Granger was stuck. More specifically, she was stuck to a desk by her hair in the gigantic hell that was potions class, and it was all Draco Malfoy's fault.

In the past few days he had seemingly singled her out for torment: leviting a mass of muddy toads onto her lap during Care of Magical Creatures, spattering her robes with ink in the library, and taunting her endlessly, though since he had defied his father and refused to become a Death Eater he seemed to have dropped "mudblood" from his vocabulary and tended to harp on the message that the "know-it-all" was missing some essential piece of information.

But this, Hermione thought, was the LAST STRAW. Snape had rearranged the classroom according to some absurd evil whim and Malfoy was now behind her, where she couldn't keep an eye on him. And so, when she'd thought to get her ferret liver from the central table, she'd found herself unable to move her hair from Malfoy's desk.

I'm going to carve out Malfoy's liver for this potion, the putrid little rodent, she raged silently as Snape merely stood and smirked at her instead of doing something constructive about the problem. When he finally released her, not without a gibe about keeping her shrubbery under control, she contented herself with chopping the ferret liver viciously.

What is his problem?!? Hermione wondered angrily. Why am I suddenly the target of all his aggression? It's almost as if... That thought went to an unexpected place. Oh. Oh, no. Nonononono. Malfoy LIKES me? In a third grade "I can't communicate like an adult so I'm reduced to acting like an idiot" sort of way? That's sad. Sad that he's not more mature, since he's certainly good looking. She'd startled herself again. On the other hand, he's at least got the brains I'm looking for, and a minimal knowledge of culture, even if none of it is muggle. And, well, I've trained Harry and Ron to be at least passable gentlemen, so why not Malfoy? Now, to get him to admit it.

By now the class had ended and students were filing out, some with snickers but most with sympathetic looks as Hermione finished gathering her things. As she'd suspected, Malfoy loitered in the hallway with a smirk on his tasty lips. Whoa, I guess there's more of an attraction than I thought. Before he could get past hey, Granger," Hermione interrupted with an even bigger smirk.

"So, Malfoy, can't keep your hands to yourself, eh? I had no idea you were so anxious to play with my hair. I mean, I know I'm irresistible, but really."

Malfoy went pale. "I don't know what you mean, Granger. I certainly don't have any trouble--" She cut him off.

"Oh, sure. That's why you're always hanging around, waiting for me to leave class, pulling my hair, dipping my robes in ink. That's what little boys do when they're not man enough to admit they like a girl."

"Not man enough?!?" Malfoy was indignant. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly man enough to admit I like you."

As he realized what he'd said, Hermione's face split into a wide grin. "Good. Then you can start making up for all that little boy stuff by carrying my books." She dropped her bag into his arms, kissed his cheek, and, having successfully steamrollered any objections he might have made, swept off to the Great Hall for lunch.

[hobviously.livejournal.com]

I voted today, and I would like a flirty Gunn/Faith drabble.

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, this is going kinda slowly... I'm off to pimp in in some communities.