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[turps]

Sometimes I'm just not smart. This afternoon I realised I hadn't downloaded CSI, so did so. Got the torrent downloaded and left it to do its thing while I went grocery shopping. Came back expecting to see a shiny new ep, and what do I see? The prompt telling me to pick a destination for the download. So nothing had downloaded at all. It is to cry.

But, we have food and coffee. A full fruit bowl again and enough satsumas that they're rolling all over the bench. Soon it's the Big Brother eviction then Ugly Betty. Not a bad evenings viewing at all.

I've been trying to write more on my trickyfish story today, and it's not happening. So I opened up the wtf file I'm in the middle of, and added maybe ten words. Onto the 1000 words challenge, and that went better, but still, I ended up stalled. So, oh flist. I'm revisiting a meme. In an attempt to knock my writing brain up to speed, does anyone want to request a ficlet?

Nothing long and the result may be ropey because it'll be unbeta'ed and it's my betas that make me look good. Still, if you still want to after that warning, hit me. Any fandom I know. Pairing plus situation or feel. I'll give it a bash.

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[purelyironic.livejournal.com]

and what do I see? The prompt telling me to pick a destination for the download. So nothing had downloaded at all. It is to cry.

Things like this happen to me all the time. And yay for coffee and food :-)

Trying to nudge your writing brain: chris/lance - the morning after.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Coffee and food are good! Torrents going wrong are not.

Trying to nudge your writing brain: chris/lance - the morning after.

I'm sorry this is so short. I swear, my writing brain is on holiday.

~*~*~*~

It’s late when Lance wakes. Eyes squeezed shut against the sunlight that floods the room; he tugs at his pillow, pulling the damp patch away from his chin. When he’s comfortable, cheek against cool material, he finally opens his eyes. Chris has rolled to the middle of the bed, lying on his front with one hand tucked against his chin; his hair a wild tangle against the white sheets.

If Lance were a romantic, this is one of those moments that he’d remember forever; but he’s not. Shifting slightly, he remembers appointments and schedules, the meeting he has to attend soon. Lance starts to get up, pushing at the covers with his feet.

Chris protests then, muffled sounds still grounded in dreams. Lance stops moving and rests his hand on Chris’ back, intending to soothe him back into sleep. He feels warm skin, fine hairs as he moves his hand. Lance can’t help his smile. It’s small, but born of love, of the realisation of dreams as appointments are pushed aside and Lance settles back down to sleep.

Thank you!

[purelyironic.livejournal.com]

That was lovely. I was just checking my mail before going to bed and found a ficlet written for me (the first story written for me, ever). Thank you so much!

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

ahahaha, don't worry I've done that before.

um, superntural? Sam/Dean and relief or, Jared/Jensen hmmm. curiosity.

[rikes]

Haha, that happens to me with torrents all the time, too. Which greatly annoys my sister, because they're usually her videos. :)

But yay! Fic! Something about JC going to Justin's show a couple of days ago, maybe? Or porn. I think that one should include wanking while somebody watches. Yes. *nods*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it's not just me. I swear, I was so annoyed.

And dude, my flist are perverts! *g*

How did I know you'd want JuC? ;)

I tried my best, porn really isn't my best thing.

~*~*~*~

The audience is a swaying mass of bodies, and Justin controls them all, holding them in his hand and tightening his spell as he performs to an audience of one. Because Justin knows JC is there. It’s nothing he can explain, more an awareness, a shiver that concentrates along his spine.

Later, and he’s alone on his bus. Distant screams of adulation his background noise as he strips off his sodden shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Shoes next, and he toes them off, kicking them away so they land with a thud. Bare footed, he pads toward the back of the bus, looking out at the lines of security, the fans pressed against a chain link fence. They’re looking his way, mouths open and screaming their love.

The door hisses open. Justin doesn’t look around.

He keeps looking outside, his reflection overlain across the fans. There’s the sound of breathing, soft footsteps and Justin slowly undoes his belt. The buckle is warm against his fingers, and he carefully pulls, leather slithering through denim loops. Buttons next, and he takes his time with each one, teasing them through the material, hips moving slightly, a dance performed to the beat of the fans chanting his name.

A slight twist, a push of his hands and Justin stands in his boxer shorts, his pants pooled on the floor. He looks at his own reflection, sweat damp hair and defined muscles, his ink etched dark into his skin.

Justin reaches out a hand, presses his palm against the cool glass of the window. Breathes deep as he rests his other hand on his stomach, fingers splayed as he inches down, dragging his fingers, sliding them over his skin.

He watches his own reflection, matches sensation to vision, licks across his bottom lip. His heart speeds in anticipation, because Justin knows what he likes, his hands taking a route made automatic by time.

Lower and he’s palming himself through his boxers, teasing with a slight touch, slick fabric pulled the sensitive head of his dick. Greedy now and needing more, he grabs his boxers with both hands, leaving a perfect outline of his hand on the glass. A quick tug and he’s naked, clothes kicked aside and he’s staring into his own eyes, watching, feeling, as he runs his fingers along his dick, clenching his hand to that perfect pressure.

Dropping his gaze, Justin looks at his own fingers, the way his dick slips between them, slick and hard, and he increases his pace, matching his thrusts with his hand until he’s close, teetering on the edge.

He looks up and finally he sees JC. Reflected in the window and standing close, breathing deep as he meets Justin’s gaze, never looking away as Justin groans, wet heat sliding through his fingers as he thrusts one last time.

[rikes]

Oh, Terri! ♥ You wrote both!! And it was nothing like I expected, which is definitely a good thing. I think I'll go to bed and think about that for a while now because it's the perfect bedtime story, really. :) *mwah*

And dude, my flist are perverts! *g*
That's because you're a girl's perv's best friend. :D And you keep saying that about your porn, but I don't quite believe you.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it!

Thank you!

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Me! Me!

I'd like trickyfish. My only requirement is that you set it in the future. At least 5 years from now, but no stipulation on how far ion the other end.

[bellamyrose.livejournal.com]

I too do that quite often. I never remember that I have to choose where to save it to.

Chris/JC- first date with mishaps

[ariadnem.livejournal.com]

I dare not ask for anything. I'm here just to leave lots of good vibes.

*waves go-Terri flag*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Good vibes are wonderful.

Thank you so much!

[ariadnem.livejournal.com]

My pleasure, treasure.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

So I opened up the wtf file

The What The Fuck file? Interesting ;-)

Since you asked: Hitman!Kevin/Lance, corruption.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

It is rather interesting. They're just about to meet a tentacle monster too *g*

Okay, your request. I'm not sure if I got the corruption you wanted. But I had a go.

~*~*~*~

Kevin waits in the park at twelfth and fifth. He’s sitting on a wooden bench; his suit jacket unbuttoned exposing the crisp lines of his shirt, his dark tie knotted loose around his neck. There’s a newspaper by his side, but he doesn’t pretend to read, instead he watches, dark glasses hiding his eyes.

Lance arrives exactly on time. There’s a messenger bag slung across his chest, and he’s dressed in a white shirt and khakis, looking cool despite the heat. It’s a total contrast to the first time they met, when Lance was anything but cool. Back that he’d shivered under Kevin’s touch, protested feeble lies and stuttering excuses that Kevin didn’t pretend to believe.

The pain of broken fingers meant Lance never protested again.

Now he’s one of their top men inside. His computer skills mean he’s in demand, but he belongs to Kevin. They both know that.

Lance sits without a sign of recognition, pulling the strap of his bag over his head. He puts it onto the space between them and pulls back the flap, exposing the files inside.

“Did you get them?”

“As if I couldn’t,” Lance says simply, and he reaches into his bag, pulling out a small disc enclosed in a plastic case.

Kevin takes it from him, and the fates of thousands of people are held in his hand. Kevin doesn’t care. He never cares.

Slipping the disc into his inside pocket, Kevin starts to leave. Sitting forward, he’s thinking about meetings and money, the inevitable bloodshed when he hands over the disc.

“Are you coming over tonight?” Lance asks, never looking up as he rummages in his bag, taking out a sandwich and soda that he places on the bench.

“It’ll be late.” Briefly, Kevin rests his hand against Lance’s knee, a touch that pushes through the shutters that protect him. Reminding himself that despite everything, there’s people out there with names and faces, people for who he allows himself to care.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

Tentacles, squeeeeee :-)

I'm not sure if I got the corruption you wanted.

I didn't want any special kind of corruption, I just wanted to know what you would do with it, and... This is just... *flails incoherently* It's so spare and wonderful and everything is only implied but still so very clear and it hurts to read but not in a sad way *flails some more* Wonderful Terri, absolutely wonderful!! I'm never going to stop pestering you for more hitman!Kevin when you produce these kind of thing when I do :-)

PS And really, who's corrupted who? So wonderful!

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

oooooh..... this so, just, gritty and raw and brilliant, dude, i don't even know what else to say!

[cardalia.livejournal.com]

Oh my, this was great! *shivers*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I'm glad you enjoyed.

[domanivalia.livejournal.com]

I do that all the time! Especially when I try to download House. I smack myself and move on. Here let me help you do the same. *smack* ♥ I'm just kidding. You can smack yourself ;) ♥

As for the ficlet... TimberTrick FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFFYNESS! Uhm to be a bit more specific (though not much lol, sorry) Euro-era? S'il vous plait? ♥

[trumpeterofdoom.livejournal.com]

I haven't been following, but I read the news, and if Jade fucking Goody doesn't get evicted, I will lose all faith in humanity.

Also, *drumroll*

Letterboys! With hope. Ha! Bet you never saw that one coming!

[milosflaca.livejournal.com]

oh you already have too many request, but in case that you want to give it a try, a Howie /Chris doesn't sound so bad at all ;)

[castalie.livejournal.com]

The download story is sad: expecting a shiny new episode and finding nothing instead *pets you*

You seem to have received a lot of requests already but I guess you won't get too much non-sparkly ones so maybe I'll help you with this? What about Sam/Dean - height difference. Or Jim/Blair - dirty talk?

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Honey, my new phone has managed to not-save your number - can you throw me a text at some point [the old number still works / now works again / has come with me] Also - can I send you picture texts? I was trying to do just that earlier when I realised I no longer have your numbers. [I texted James, but not sure if I've got his current one]

Also : Joey, AJ, Kilts. If you're bored ;p

[oh *buggeration* - I forgot 1000 wors which has to be due soon and *flail* - dear self : world will not end if no 1000 words story from you - breate.]

[solariana.livejournal.com]

How about a pick two squared?

Pick 2 of these:
Chris, JC, Lance, Joey, Justin

Pick 2 of these:
Fast car, Snow angels, Tree climbing, Beach, Alcohol, Tacos, Flowers, Apples, A lost or missing item (watch, cell phone, necklace, etc.), Clouds

Then mix well! ;)

[kennedy.livejournal.com]

Er, how about some Trickyfish or TrickC. Something mushy and sweet. :)

Thank you!

[babycakesin.livejournal.com]

The prompt telling me to pick a destination for the download. So nothing had downloaded at all.
those things are evil!

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

Can I be evil and ask for a ficlet?

something AU. any of the sparklies *except Brian or Justin* (you know what pairings I like, any of them will work) and some sort of magic and/or pixies

[http://users.livejournal.com/_unashamed/]

The prompt telling me to pick a destination for the download. So nothing had downloaded at all. It is to cry.
I hate it when that happens. And it happens much too often. To me, that is. *sheepish*

What the hell is 'Ugly Betty'?

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Ugly Betty is a show on ABC. It's set in the fashion world which is about all I know about it, but America Ferrere just won a Golden Globe for her part and the show won one as well. Salma Hayek is the exec producer too. You can watch it online here.

[lalila67.livejournal.com]

I've done the variation where a file's been downloaded, I've set it to burn to CD, and I've come home to find a message asking me at what speed to burn it! It is to cry...as they say.

BTW, how is the latest CSI? I've missed, gasp, the last two eps! GASP!