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[turps]

Corey and James are going off to do scout stuff tonight, so I can play along.

Taken from themoononastick where I've already asked for something, because I'm greedy like that.

Comment Porn Day!


The idea is a simple one

1. Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show or band) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.

2. Post to your own little corner of LJ offering to write snippets for people, thus spreading the joys of comment porn.

3. Sit back, relax and enjoy the porny goodness. \o/

You should know what my fandoms are. So ask away

* You don’t have to offer to write snippets for other people if you leave a request, but it would be fun if you do.

** Snippets don’t necessarily have to be porny, comment fic is just as much fun. As is a rambling stream of consciousness type thing about how character x and character y meet and why they would get on like a house on fire – whatever comes bouncing into your brain is a-okay.

*** If you’re one of those people who have a big old ‘friend of’ list then you might want to put a limit on the number of requests you’re willing to write.

Adding in my own comment. I'm not a good porn writer, but I will try. But don't be surprised if I throw my hands in the air and give you hand holding instead. Hand holding is hot! Really it is.

ETA: Got plenty, thank you :)

Comments

[turps33.livejournal.com]

No threat, I did another Panic prompt for this, so this can be my second one. But if you did want Bob/Gerard just say, I'll do two.

Also, I know you have specific ideas of what you like in fic. So I hope this hits the mark a little.

~*~*~*~

“I said no.” Ryan shifted, tucked up his leg, his heel caught on the edge of the couch. “You go, have fun.”

“I want you to come,” Brendon said, pleading, eyes wide and hopeful.

Ryan looked at him, looked away and dipped his head, his hair falling around his face, his attempt at hiding in plain sight. Brendon didn’t leave, just stood his ground, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. He was making the bus shift, just enough that Ryan leaned into the movement, pressed his hand onto the pile of papers at his side, scribbled lyrics and crossed out lines.

They were his excuse for staying in. Holed up on this too small bus and surrounded by things he’d looked at a thousand times. He should have been going stir crazy, but he wasn't. He didn’t care at all, could stay here forever, in this space where he knew everything and everyone.

“I think you need to come out,” Brendon said, and his smile faltered, his bouncing slowing down until he was perfectly still, his hands clasped together.

Ryan shot him a look and then looked away, stared at his notebooks through a curtain of hair. He didn’t need to go out. He’d been there, done that, gave himself to the fans, to the promoters, handing over a little of himself each day. Ryan could only stand to give so much, needed to keep more for himself, wrestle back some of the control he had to give up for this tour.

“Or we could go for a walk,” Brendon smiled again, wide and bright. “It’s nice outside, the moon’s out, perfect for walking. Not that I mean romantic walking in the moonlight, though that would be nice.”

Brendon hesitated, his smile slipping, and Ryan felt guilty because he’d do anything for Brendon; just not tonight. Uncapping his pen, he picked up his notebook, balanced it on his knee and tried to decipher the words the tumbled through his head. He expected to feel the bus move, the swish of the door as Brendon headed out for the company he craved.

Instead, he felt the couch dip, looked up to see Brendon settling next to him, shoes kicked off as he wormed into place, wiggling until his head was against Ryan’s shoulder, his hand resting on Ryan’s thigh.

“I thought I’d stay in tonight,” Brendon said. He looked at Ryan through dark lashes, his mouth curled into a smile. “I could help with the lyrics. If you want.” He tilted his head, pressed his mouth against Ryan’s neck. Butterfly kisses and a reassuring presence, allowing Ryan time to regroup.

[sperrywink]

Now this is just sweetness personified. Lovely. I love the last line.

:-)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I suddenly have this urge to read Panic fic, and while I doubt I'd intentionally go out and write a story. These ficlets were fun.