Fuck it: flash fic extravaganza
Nov. 20th, 2009 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
everysecondtuesdayI've had a terrible morning (after three weeks of bronchitis and sinusitis, one should not have to deal with insomnia + a raging headache/possible migraine & all the migraine medication misplaced somewhere after traveling + all the Doxycycline side effects shit + the worst asthma attack one has had in months, yes, even including everything the past three weeks while deep in the throes of bronchitis; also, I am looking into getting my rescue inhaler stapled to my arm so there will be none of these not finding my purse where it is located for five minutes during which I desperately need to breathe and cannot shenanigans).
POINT BEING.
After three weeks of being sick, I am in no need of sympathy comments. I know, y'all love me (or at least are good at pretending), and I appreciate and adore you all. I would like to focus on that adoration of y'all part.
For some reason, two of the most recent ten posts on my read list are flash fic offers (or at least, they were as I started typing this), and that is generally something that has been a surefire way to cheer me up even at my most stressed or depressed. I know the last was only two months ago and I have a bunch of fest obligations, but all I am offering here is comment fic. (And all things considered, the only writing I am up to working on at the moment is comment fic.)
No guarantees I will get to every prompt, so feel free to leave as many as you like to entice me to write for you. Pairings and fandoms I've written in the past can be found on my Delicious fic account. Feel free to run other fandoms you know I know (or any you're even curious if I know) by me. Last extravaganza resulted in me writing my first due South fic, for instance. I'll let you know if I have no clue for any of your prompts.
I'm in a mood that isn't likely to last, but for now feel free to request without regard for any of my usual squicks/categories of disinterest. (Excepting dub-/non-con, because that is pretty much never going to happen.) Also, last time I said I wasn't doing much RPF past my fandom fests, but see aforementioned mood. This is your change to poke me about fakenews outside of FNFF's Secret Santa or Third Monday, or to ask for that Hemingway/Fitzgerald fic you always wanted since reading the incredible wtfery of A Moveable Feast.
In sum: Flash fic! Prompt while the prompting is good. Open on both LJ and DW this time around.
POINT BEING.
After three weeks of being sick, I am in no need of sympathy comments. I know, y'all love me (or at least are good at pretending), and I appreciate and adore you all. I would like to focus on that adoration of y'all part.
For some reason, two of the most recent ten posts on my read list are flash fic offers (or at least, they were as I started typing this), and that is generally something that has been a surefire way to cheer me up even at my most stressed or depressed. I know the last was only two months ago and I have a bunch of fest obligations, but all I am offering here is comment fic. (And all things considered, the only writing I am up to working on at the moment is comment fic.)
No guarantees I will get to every prompt, so feel free to leave as many as you like to entice me to write for you. Pairings and fandoms I've written in the past can be found on my Delicious fic account. Feel free to run other fandoms you know I know (or any you're even curious if I know) by me. Last extravaganza resulted in me writing my first due South fic, for instance. I'll let you know if I have no clue for any of your prompts.
I'm in a mood that isn't likely to last, but for now feel free to request without regard for any of my usual squicks/categories of disinterest. (Excepting dub-/non-con, because that is pretty much never going to happen.) Also, last time I said I wasn't doing much RPF past my fandom fests, but see aforementioned mood. This is your change to poke me about fakenews outside of FNFF's Secret Santa or Third Monday, or to ask for that Hemingway/Fitzgerald fic you always wanted since reading the incredible wtfery of A Moveable Feast.
In sum: Flash fic! Prompt while the prompting is good. Open on both LJ and DW this time around.
Gus/Shawn, tandem bike / shenanigating! / faster than a speeding Guster
Gus/Mira/Shawn, resistant!Gus / hurricane Mira / that time with the fondue and hot air balloon
Shawn/Adam Hornstock, confidence booster
And I'm just offering more than one prompt to give you options, not because I expect you to satisfy these. Yay flashfic!
At first, Gus was reluctant.
He was convinced that this was why Shawn and Mira shouldn't have ever been left alone together, this right here. The way they had somehow bonded over skydiving or skinny-dipping or, or striving to drive Gus to drink--though Gus knew better on that last, at least, this time around--and they'd formed a terrible, irresistible alliance against him.
"You can't seriously tell me you never considered it," Shawn said, sidling up to Gus's left side. "This is the stuff of all your favorite fantasies come true. My amazing psychic powers have informed me of this most basic truth."
"Also, you have a tell," Mira said.
Gus tried to decide if he wanted to retreat so soon into the evening, and then it was no longer an option, Shawn wrapping an arm around his shoulders and Mira wrapping an arm around his waist. "A tell?" Gus asked, proud of how steady his voice came out, considering the downright earthshaking looks being directed his way.
Mira looked at Shawn fondly and tilted her head up, and Shawn grinned wide and easy, leaning across Gus to meet her halfway. Gus couldn't look away, though it wasn't the sort of kiss intended for a general audience. The sounds Shawn made into Mira's mouth were practically obscene, and the darting flash of Mira's tongue drew something coiled and tight deep inside Gus to the forefront. When Shawn and Mira finally pulled apart, their lips were shiny, and all three were breathing hard.
"A tell," Shawn agreed, lips quirked, as he palmed the front of Gus's jeans. It took Gus a very long moment to remember what the hell Shawn was talking about, what with Mira mouthing at his neck and Shawn casually easing his zipper down like they had all the time in the world.
So yes, at first, Gus was reluctant. But Shawn or Mira alone were usually charismatic and convincing enough to overcome his defenses.
Combined? Gus never stood a chance.
*Of course* they both know his tell. !!! And both exploit it happily. *g*
Mira looked at Shawn fondly and tilted her head up, and Shawn grinned wide and easy, leaning across Gus to meet her halfway.
The only sound I can make is this: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Combined? Gus never stood a chance.
YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH LIKE A TRUTHSPEAKING THING.
Yay! You brought Gus/Mira/Shawn into the world! *showers you with glitter and rainbows*
::hugs::
"Dibs," Alec said. "I totally have dibs on this."
"We haven't even accepted the job yet," Nate said, bemused.
"You really think you could review a job involving The Daily Show and I wouldn't know? I've been ready for this moment since I was fifteen." Alec pushed a button on the remote, and all the screens lit up with a schema of the production building and the current shooting schedule. "So this is our plan of attack--"
Recognizing a man who knew what he was doing and wouldn't be stopped, Nate had the good sense to settle into his chair and take a back seat for this round. Eliot nodded thoughtfully from his place on the couch. Parker smiled that small, sharp, delighted smile she wore when she got to jump off of buildings and take other people with her.
And for a brief, glancing moment, Alec was almost glad Sophie wasn't there, because it meant he definitely got to be the grifter.
Jon Stewart.
This was going to be Alec's favorite job ever.
BUT WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?!
(I jest. Thank you for writing, and not smacking me for the prompt. And I hope you feel better.)
Or Shawn thinks Stephen is trying to steal Gus to be his new best friend.
Or possibly, Shawn and Gus being sleepy and cuddly and happy together.