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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.

[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?)

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

pairing: Justin/AJ

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

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

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

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this game!

Bob/Gerard, velveteen

[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.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

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

Waycest, dust.

[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."

[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 ;)

[bayouskye.livejournal.com]

*cackles at her evilness*

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


Hahahahahaha!

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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.)

[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.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

That's so sad!! Poor boys, so screwed up!

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

The first one I considered was "cold" but it seemed kind of mundane, creepy is much better :-)

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

A stuffed rabbit holding a heart, squeeeeee!!!! (I'm sure Gerard would LOVE to have a stuffed rabbit thrown at him :-)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I know. I was trying so hard to get them to be happy with the prompt. I may come back if I have inspiration. I'm sure I have happy waycest in me somewhere.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Hee! I'd like to think so!

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.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

*claps and beams*

Yay! I was hoping for a bit o' fluff. :) And funny how velveteen and rabbit link together in the brain. Let's see...

~~~~
In the hazy mix of after show chaos and exhaustion, Bob forgot the rabbit.

So it was a surprise, finding it perched on his pillow.

He had a pretty good idea who'd retrieved the rabbit, since the stuffed toy now had a little paper and black sharpie sign that read "Bob the Bunny" tucked behind the heart and Frank was nowhere to be found.

[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. :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I have so much glee! Bob the Bunny! :D

~*~*~*

It's late when Gerard realises he needs to sleep. He sways with the bus as he walks and when he reaches the bunks he crouches, hand braced against the walls as he looks in at Mikey. Gerard smiles when he sees Mikey's fast asleep, ear buds jammed in his ears and glasses slipping from his nose. Carefully, Gerard slips them off and tucks them safely away.

He stands and mouths a goodnight to Frank, who peers sleepily back, listens to Ray's soft snores and then finally, pulls back the curtain to Bob's bunk.

Immediately, Gerard grins, because Bob is sleeping like always, spread out, the covers pushed down, his hair tousled on his pillow. He's also snuggling the bunny, which isn't usual at all.

Gerard itches to capture the scene, and he hardly breathes as he rummages in his own bunk, pulls out his sketch pad and begins to draw.

When Bob wakes up there's a picture resting on his chest, Bob snuggling Bob the Bunny and a dripping bloody heart.

Bob looks down at Gerard's bunk and says, quietly. "I love you too."

[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.

[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'.