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[turps]

Happy birthday to strippedhalo. I hope today is fantastic for you, full of love, happiness and cake! <3

After a ridiculously long time since I've done so, I've finally updated my website.

For popslash.

Like It Says On the Can -- where all of Nsycn have sexual fetishes.
A Tale of Mugs and Festive Hugs -- my SeSa offering, which is sappy Christmas trickc
walk like a camelidae: the doctor dolittle talk talk mix where Lance is a llama. Written for remix.

For bandom

Sound Tracking -- where Bob is in Spaaaaaaace! saves Gerard, and many other people while Mikey and Frank are used as sex slaves and Ray and Matt mine rocks.
When Day is Night Alone -- Where Brendon runs away a lot but finally finds his place in the shelter of my heart.
Life in Miniature -- where Panic and MCR are minitarised and Zack and Brian's lives are hard.
10 Rules For Looking After Mikey Way -- where Frank and Mikey live together.
To Hide the Faults I Feel -- Where Bob is awesome, not so awesome, and then awesome again.
Years Unfold -- Panic fic where Ryan and Spencer work toward being together.
The Foggy Phantom -- -- where Mikey is sick and Gerard tells him a story and Terri is a horrible sap.

What have I discovered from this? I really need to update more often, it seems I have an addiction to writing birthday stories and man, I like h/c. Who would have guessed?

As I'm horribly disorganized I may have missed some. Hopefully not. Though being that disorganized meant I had to rummage through both my google docs and my word files, and I found stuff I didn't even remember writing. Like a bandom ficlet set in the Hi De Woe universe and a story where Brendon gets off to Mikey's boots.

Comments

[sperrywink]

Wow, you really haven't updated your website in awhile. It's funny how you can forget stuff you've written. I find it happening to me too, and I don't write nearly as much stuff as you do.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm such a slacker.

The forgetting stuff is mostly ficlets that I do for fun. I was looking through google docs pretty much going, the hell?

[strippedhalo.livejournal.com]

Thank you, lovely! So far it is full of work, but that part will be over eventually (*knock on wood*). ♥

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Bah, work! You should get a day off on your birthday!

[turlough]

You have managed to miss a few: Hang the Moon, Words Unspoken By Me, and Blurring Lines.

ETA: Realised there are probably more stories among the ficlets you've written that should be on the website, the hilarious Bob/Gerard sex manual thingy for example, but you better check for yourself what I've recced.

a bandom ficlet set in the Hi De Woe universe

You have? Have you posted it? Inquiring minds need to know ;-)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I tell you what, I suck hard core. Thanks for that. I'll put those up tomorrow. The ficlets too :)

Well, I'm sure I've posted the hi de woe thing. You probably blocked it out as it focussed on Mikey/Frank *g*

[turlough]

Oh, Mikey/Frank, that explains it ;-P

[themoononastick]

Oooh that reminds me, I started reading When Day Is Night Alone but got distracted by BBB cheerleading and betaing duties. I shall do something about that this evening. :D (I actually really prefer reading long fics on websites rather than LJ. The them being all in one 'post' makes it so much easier to get really sucked in, so yay for your website.)

Ahahaha, I was uploading something to my googledocs last night and I stumbled across a fic in there that I genuinely have no remembrance of. I am kinda worried about opening it up and seeing what it is!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

BBB cheerleading and betaing is very important! I hope you enjoy when you do read.

So, did you open that fic? *g*

For me the forgotten ones tend to be stuff I've done in comments or memes. Which means sometimes the quality is okay, sometimes I'm all DELETE!

[chalcopyrite.livejournal.com]

Bob in spaaaaace!!!

Yeah, that's all I got. :D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Bob in Spaaaaace! is my favourite title ever. I often wish I'd left it as the official one.

[frausorge]

a story where Brendon gets off to Mikey's boots

*chinhands*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I don't even know, man.

~~~

It's not a deep-dark secret. It isn't a secret at all really. It's just, Brendon likes to keep some areas of his life to himself. And okay, maybe to some people that's a surprise, because Brendon tends to be an open book. About the things he wants to show anyway. Like when he's happy, or sad, or anything in-between.

Except this.

It starts innocently enough. A few spare minutes spent on You Tube, a picture saved here and there. Until suddenly, one day, he looks up and finds out he got hundreds of clips favourited -- in a fake name of course, Brendon isn't stupid -- and a hidden folder in his laptop devoted to Mikey Way.

Wait. No. Strike that. To Mikey Way's boots. Brendon has to be truthful, and the fact is. While Mikey's hot and all, it's the boots that make Brendon drool. They're just, perfection.

Which is a problem, because suddenly Brendon has this connection in his mind. Like, Mikey Way's boots equal instant hard on.

Now normally this isn't an issue. It isn't like Panic run in the same circles as My Chem, and Brendon's a resourceful guy. He can think about other things apart from the boots. Usually. Mostly. The thing with the new guitar tech was a one-time only mistake. It wasn't as if the boots were the same, just looked similar, and anyway. Brendon was holding his guitar and had waved away the stain as sweat.

So, yeah. Things are fine. He concentrates on other things and only looks at the boots when he's in his bunk. And okay, maybe the others thought he has some kind of sleeping disease or something now, but that's fine. They're always saying he needs to sleep more anyway.

Then it's announced they were doing a joint show with My Chem.

Brendon's screwed.

In theory the plan to desensitize himself is a good one. But three days, two jars of hand cream and one sore dick later, Brendon knows he's doomed.

Lying on his bunk, legs spread and laptop open on his chest he imagines meeting the band -- nightmare scenarios where he's powerless to stop himself dropping to his knees and licking Mikey's boots, and fuck, Brendon's hard again, picturing himself climaxing, his come splattering against the scuffed leather leather and buckles.

Which of course is when Spencer pulls back the curtains. Because such is Brendon's life. Caught dick in hand, Mikey Way's boots magnified on the screen.

"Nice," Spencer says, and crawls into the small space, uncaring of the used tissues that stick to his knees and the fact that Brendon's frantically trying to pull up his pants. Wiggling until he's comfortable, Spencer lies on his back, staring up, his hand against Brendon's belly. "I used to have a crush on a power ranger"

"Right." Brendon says, his heart slowing as he searches for the meaning behind the words. Because it's there, Brendon can feel it in the way Spencer's pointedly saying no more or the way he's holding himself so still. Brendon can't help feeling frustrated.

Obviously Spencer is too, because he suddenly pokes at Brendon's belly and says, "I used to jerk off watching them on TV."

Which is something Brendon didn't know, and now he does he can't unknow it, even if the thought of Spencer with a spandex kink is weird. Though it does explain the skin-tight jeans and t-shirts.

"Are we having a conversation about weird kinks?" Brendon asks, carefully. "Because if we are, I fully support your spandex choices."

Spencer sighs and pokes again, which is unfair because it's not Brendon who came crashing into someone's bunk or started talking in short hand. Brendon's not Ryan, he's not fluent in the nuances of Spencer speak.

"I haven't got a spandex kink," Spencer says, and he rubs at the place he's just poked, finger tips smoothing over the skin. "I was thinking, next day off. I might buy some boots."

Which okay. Brendon doesn't have to be fluent for that one. Especially when Spencer's flushed red, his mouth pulled into a tight line.

"You'd look good in boots. Fantastic," Brendon says. He reaches for his laptop and hits the power button, the screen going dark as he presses closer to Spencer, head on his shoulder and just holds on.

[frausorge]

oh yay awesome! Poor Brendon getting in deeper and deeper, but now he'll have someone who's actually there with him to explore their kink with. I love how Spencer just pushes right on into the bunk without giving Brendon a chance to hide or deny. I wonder if Brendon will be able to meet Mikey with more poise now that Spencer will be taking the edge off in the meantime? But they are such *very* nice boots.

Thank you for sharing it yay!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

They're excellent boots. There should be many stories about those boots.

I think Brendon will still be all giddy at meeting Mikey, with much looking down *g*

Thank you <3