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[turps]

James is on early shift which means getting up an hour earlier than I'm used to. Meh, I say. MEH!

So I was sitting, listening to Kerrang and enjoying the sunshine and thought to myself, you know what I love? ( which was silly because asking myself questions is redundant because it's not like I don't know the answers ) People writing me stuff. I debated just asking and being greedy, but really, that's not nice. So, let's switch it around.

Give me a pairing and one word prompt and I'll write a sentence. Maybe a few. Then if you like you can add onto it in reply, or someone else can hijack the thread and add a few sentences. Or nobody does and it just ends there, it's all good. Any fandom goes as long as I actually know it.

Really it's just an excuse for thinking about pretty people and situations, which is perfect for a sunny afternoon.

Also, it's been so great reading Cobra reports, I'm so glad people had a good time.

ETA: Something's come up. So I can't add any more right now, but please. Keep adding yourselves. It's just what I need right now.

ETA2: Am back, and man, there's an ass baby, a hermaphrodite alien, a trickc, trickyfish, Bob/Gerard, Chris/Brendon and Waycest threads going on. I love you guys so much.

Comments

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Trickyfish, exasperated.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

look Karey, someone posted a meme that needs a prompt! *smirks*

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

ok, since this drawing a blank... what's the proper response here?

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Hope it works for you :)

~*~*~*~


The magazine collides against the wall, pages fluttering in its descent. Lance scowls, pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down at his desk, scattered pens and an upended glass, says, words clipped. "Once. Just once can't they say my name without gay being included?"

Chris steps close, wraps his arms around Lance's shoulder and says nothing. Aware Lance already knows the answer.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

"Hey, at least ..." Chris started to say, but Lance squeezes Chris' hand, and Chris lets the self-depreciating remark Lance knows was coming fade into silence. At least they don't call him old, washed up, desperate. He doesn't need to hear any of those undeserved insults coming from Chris' lips, no matter how often Chris says he doesn't care what they say.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Wary of Lance's reaction, Chris pitches his voice low. "It's not completely their fault."

Lance sighs. If there's anything he hates more than his name seeming to have changed to Lance Look How Fucking Gay I Am Bass it's that he's at least 50 percent responsible for it being that way. "I really thought they'd get over it." And he had. Several people far more currently famous than he had stepped right out of the closet right behind Lance, but Lance was the one they were gunning for.

"I know. You have to give them time. And," Chris paused, hands paused mid comforting stroke, "possibly something else to put after your name."

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

and now you have two threads for this one comment. Poor Terri.

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

Okay, since I was just sitting here thinking "darn it, someone needs to give me something to read... or a rec or something..."

TrickC and (does "shiny, purple Elvis jacket" count as a one-word prompt?)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Of course it does!

Whether this makes sense is debatable though.

~*~*~*~

JC looks at the picture and is reminded of outfits from long ago -- sparkles and bedazzles and shine -- but most of all he's reminded of Chris' smile.

It's been gone for a long time, muted, made less and JC feels something ease, a realisation things really will be okay as he picks up his phone, keys in a number and says, "Chris, hi."

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

That totally makes sense and makes me smile. :) Yay!

Want to think of a way to follow up, but my coworkers need to shut up first. (I'm cranky and can't think when it's loud.)

yours was much better

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

The smile is in Chris' voice when he answers with a simple, "Hey, C" and it gets even louder--if smiles can get loud, and yeah, JC's pretty sure they can--when JC tells him that he wants to hear Chris' song.

"You're not going to make me wait till August, are you? That's just cruel."

"You don't even like Country, C. Lyle and Dwight and all--"

JC doesn't hear the rest, he's too busy thinking that he probably likes any music that can be sung in sparkly, purple tailcoats and no, he doesn't want Chris to send him the MP3, he wants to see Chris and hear the song in person. Or maybe, that he just wants to see Chris.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

pairing: Justin/AJ

prompt: retractable-penis (see, it's one word, it's got a hyphen in it.) *looks innocent*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I have no fear of a retractable-penis!

~*~*~*~

He never asked but Justin could see the want in AJ's eyes.

It's why Justin lay back and spread his legs, knees bent outward as he retracted his penis, exposing the hole usually hidden by his balls. Eyes half-closed, Justin gasped as AJ slid his fingers inside, probing and caressed, making Justin whimper with need.


Come on, someone needs to finish this one ;)

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

It had been so long since he'd been able to trust someone with the truth about himself - people always said they could keep a secret, and maybe for something mundane, like being gay, or having an std, or having a dealer on quick-dial that would be good enough, but - Justin arched up, gasping, as AJ twisted his finger - oh fuck! You couldn't trust just anyone with 'I'm a hermaphrodite alien'.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Now I get it!!!

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this game!

Bob/Gerard, velveteen

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I like it too. It's fun and not stressy when it's only a sentence, or a few in this case :)

~*~*~*~

Normally it was feather boas thrown on the stage, sometimes beads or on bad days, bottles filled with piss; but never stuffed toys. Gerard laughed as he crouched, scooping up the rabbit with its floppy ears and velveteen fur, he held it up, yelled, "who threw me a fucking rabbit?" as he stuffed it in his pants and then ran to the back of the stage. He looked up at the riser, watched the flex of Bob's arms, the way his hair gleamed in the light, the way Bob purposely didn't look his way.

Which was fine.

Gerard pulled the rabbit free and threw it at Bob's head, loving the responding swell of noise from the crowd. He grinned manically and prepared to embrace that sound, to perform once more. But not before he saw Bob pick up the rabbit, see the tiny heart it held, look at Gerard with a scowl and the slightest hint of a smile.

Gerard ran forward, message received and understood.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

You poor thing, having to get up an hour earlier than usual is NO FUN AT ALL!!!

Waycest, dust.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

You know, the first prompt I'd considered was 'dusty'. Creepy...

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I know! It's tragic!

Waycest! Awesome.

When they kiss it's everything Mikey has ever wanted. Gerard held securely in his arm, solid and alive and there. Mikey opens his mouth willingly, presses ever closer, wants to grab on and never let go.

But he does, he has to, and when Gerard stumbles back, says I love you, I'm sorry before exiting the bus, all Mikey can say is, "It's okay." Listening to his own lie, the words as dry as dust.

[bayouskye.livejournal.com]

*cackles at her evilness*

How about Trickyfish and oh I don't know.... how about.... hmmm.... OH! AssBabies!


Hahahahahaha!

[puszysty.livejournal.com]

"Twins!" Lance exclaims.
Chris is baffled by Lance's excitement. "Twins? Won't that hurt? Like, a lot?"
"Chris," Lance is getting blubbery again. It's the hormones; Lance isn't usually the blubbery type. "Aren't you happy about it?"

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

[Just stepping in and trying this since Terri stepped away for a moment.]

=

"No," Chris managed to gasp and pushed away for a second. Or maybe just half-a-second, but Chris was still proud of himself for managing that while he was covered in hot, sexy, naked Bass-ness. "No, get a--oh, yeah, oh, do that again, yeah, yeah, then get a condom."

"Chris," Lance rumbled. "We've both been tested. You know you want--"

Chris is pretty sure he's seen this After School Special. Seen it, taped it, made his sisters watch a time or twenty. Still... Lance has a point, Chris does want it.

"Fine," Chris growls. He bites at Lance's lip, his jaw, his neck--Bass is so very hot and naked. "You better still love me after I lose my girlish figure."

Lance laughs. "Your what?"

"You think I'll look this good after carrying around your Bass ass-babies?"

[lazydwarf.livejournal.com]

::evil grin::

Brendon/Chris
and my prompt is Spencer

and now I'm running away and hiding so you won't beat me up. :)

This has to be called, boing boing boing!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

No beating up at all!

Brendon approached furtively, something held behind his back. Quickly checking around, Chris ushered him close, because while he wasn't adverse to the odd illegal substance, Brendon was making it obvious.

"Brendon," Chris said, and he reached out, curling his hand around Brendon's waist, grounding him, because Brendon looked like he was about to jump out of his skin.

"Chris." Brendon looked up, and he was all huge eyes and blown pupils and Chris sighed, because seriously, he was too old for this shit. "I bought something."

Brendon held up a brown bag, the paper crinkling under his fingers.

"And?" Chris prompted, because Brendon was just standing there, grinning. It was kind of creepy. "Are you going to show me?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure," Brendon said, and he glanced around before slowly opening the bag. "I know you like them, and I'm not supposed to eat them but I thought if you wanted some..."

"Oh hell yes." Chris reached out and grabbed a handful of pixie stix then solemnly held out half to Brendon. "Prepare to be inducted in the way of the pixi grasshopper."

Smile trying to break free, Brendon bowed slightly and held out his own stix and said, "I'm ready."

Chris could only agree, especially later, when he was riding the high and licking at the sugar that coated Brendon's lips.

Now you add more!