ooc - Ten ficlets! :D
Put your iTunes on shuffle and write a fic in response to the songs that play, within the time it takes the song to play through.
So, I'm quite proud of how these fics turned out. Even if they're not worth a Nobel in literature, I managed to finished them in... Okay, I couldn't manage to finish all of them within the time it took the song to play exactly. But it took two repeats of some of them tops! And I did finish some of them in the meme's time limit! Hope you guys enjoy them...
Botch-A-Me - Rosemary Clooney
"Ba-ba-boo..." Shawn muttered as he squeezed Lassiter's cheeks.
"Spencer," the detective started using his best warning tone, which pretty much showed that the older man's mood was on a good day. "Take your hands off me."
"But Lassie, I'm in the middle of something big here! Could you pucker your lips-sa-sa-la-la-loo?"
The detective just glared in return.
Shawn had to do it himself. Squeezing a little harder, Lassie's lips were puckered out, giving him the look of a pissed off baloonfish. It was also the perfect mouth to kiss.
"Spencer!"
***
Fuck You - Lily Allen
Shawn knew what came with getting involved with big, muscled, brainless meatloafs. But fuck, how could he turn down getting the chance to dance the horizontal Macarena with Steven Campbell? The guy was pretty much the image of a sports magazine model.
It's was just a shame that dudes like Steven weren't mute.
He hated being called 'bitch', he hated having his hair tugged too strong -most of the times- and he definitely hated being reminded of how sissy he is when a guy is begging him to take his dick down his throat.
The look on Steven's face when his parents -who were supposed to be out of town- opened the Master Bedroom's door was worth every scream, threat and running half naked down the Main Avenue.
***
Pachuca Sunrise - Minus The Bear
It's been a long time since the last time he's felt this way.
It's 3 am, he's drunk, lying on a beach in Malta and staring up at the stars. All he can think of is this girl he's left down in Mexico.
It must be morning in Pachuca. Or sunset. Maybe noon? She's most definitely not looking at the same perfect sky he is watching right now. He's not even sure why it makes him feel kinda sad. Perhaps it's the vodka's fault.
He knew he was lying back then, the truth is he's not sure if he'll ever see her again. Right now he wishes he'd said the truth, he wishes he could take this sky back to her.
***
The Heart Of The Matter - Don Henley
He knew the day would come.
Gus tried to sound casual, but he knew that his friend knew that he knew he was eventually going to find out. He always finds out, that's what puts the 'psychic' part in the Psychic Detective title.
Surely, Jules herself would send him an invitation to the wedding. Dear sweeter than an overloaded in sugar heart-shaped pink cupcake Jules. He knew she'd moved on, as much as she had argued she'd never be able to do so. Now she was going to marry some accountant guy, some dude that is good at bowling and will get her a labrador and will bring her daisies at every anniversary.
And that's good. That's what she deserves.
She deserves someone who won't just play house with her.
***
Minnie The Moocher - Cab Calloway
"And that, my dear girls, is the story of poor Minnie Mousy Moocher." Shawn told the group of transexuals as he waved his hand towards the club's bar, where Gus was sulking and sending him a very clear 'you're so dead, Shawn' look.
The group of tall and extra hairy girls aaaawed in unison.
Gus could complain as much as he wanted, but once this case was over he was most definitely not going to be able to say Shawn didn't solved crime with style.
Who knows? Gus might be able to get a new appreciation for sequins too.
***
Modern Love - Empires
When he heard Pierre Despereaux had escaped prison, Shawn had thought Lassie could have all the fun with his personal little project of playing cat and the mouse -that's never acknowleged he's been chased- game. But that afternoon, when he poked Lassie's file, when he noticed all the clues that pointed out that Despereaux couldn't be that far from the state, things had changed.
And here he is. In Despereaux's motel room.
It's a big change after the last time. The place is dark, but he can easily see how cheap it is and he's already noticed at least 9 examples of bad hotel cleaning services.
Pierre's already waiting for him, sitting in the shadows. A smirk on his perfect and full lips.
Some things just won't change.
***
The Sound Of Silence - Simon And Garfunkel
Gus leaves his room escorted by a nurse. He's looking back at him, assuring him he'll be visiting once again tomorrow. That they will have lunch.
Gus keeps his promises. He's the one that most does.
Shawn wished Gus could only listen to him like he once did. Shawn knows that Gus doesn't believe him anymore. He is the last one who's lost his faith in Shawn's visions.
They all talk to him, but they won't listen. Not even his Dad. Not even his Mom.
He is again all alone in this big, grey room. All these images, these sounds, all these visions color his walls. They color his mind.
He wishes he could share with them all these colors.
***
No Gringo - Vienna Teng
The backseats of the van smell of wet dog and it's not exactly the most comfortable place he's had the pleasure to call a bed, but at the very least he's glad he has somewhere to spend the night.
The town and language are foreign to him, but at least he's not alone. Tomorrow they'll leave, they'll try their luck somewhere else. He's not exactly looking for a well paid job, anything will do right now. He's not planning to stay long in this country either. He was here to party for a while, for the experience, to see what the horizon had saved for him.
It's time to find a new horizon, Shawn.
***
Could I Be You - Matchbox Twenty
He feels uneasy and he can't help it.
Carlton just smiles. He smiles, brings him closer to hs side of the couch and kisses his head. He's pretending the thought hasn't crossed his mind, but just like a real psychic Shawn knows that it is there.
He saw the glint on Carlton's eyes, his mouth slightly gaped open as he watched the television with almost a child-like amazement on his face. Shawn has known that Carlton has been considering the possibility of marriage between two men for a while now. He's the kind of guy who loves the idea of marriage, the kind of guy who wants the perfect house, the dog and the white fence.
Shawn suspected that lacking a bride wasn't ruining Carlton's plans anymore.
***
Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park
When The Chief sighs, clearly irritated, he knows he needs to take a pause and stop pressuring her with his dazzling -fake- visions, they're obviously too enthralling to the whole department.
But then, how can he contain all his excitement when he's solving a case that's been considered cold for the last 15 years, a case he's only heard of two days ago? This is part of his magic! He doesn't care if Gus has even given him a look that means he should tone things down, or if Jules is asking him to give her back the lovely purple scarf he's borrowed and is currently tied to the Head Detective's neck in a very manly manner. It makes him look like an early Christmas present.
"Spencer, if you keep pushing my button's I swear that one of these days..." The detective hisses through greeted teeth.
Oh, Shawn can't wait to see the outcome of that.
Pushing buttons is what he does best. And Lassie's particular buttons has a very tempting sign that reads "DO NOT PUSH."
How can he resist that?
So, I'm quite proud of how these fics turned out. Even if they're not worth a Nobel in literature, I managed to finished them in... Okay, I couldn't manage to finish all of them within the time it took the song to play exactly. But it took two repeats of some of them tops! And I did finish some of them in the meme's time limit! Hope you guys enjoy them...
Botch-A-Me - Rosemary Clooney
"Ba-ba-boo..." Shawn muttered as he squeezed Lassiter's cheeks.
"Spencer," the detective started using his best warning tone, which pretty much showed that the older man's mood was on a good day. "Take your hands off me."
"But Lassie, I'm in the middle of something big here! Could you pucker your lips-sa-sa-la-la-loo?"
The detective just glared in return.
Shawn had to do it himself. Squeezing a little harder, Lassie's lips were puckered out, giving him the look of a pissed off baloonfish. It was also the perfect mouth to kiss.
"Spencer!"
***
Fuck You - Lily Allen
Shawn knew what came with getting involved with big, muscled, brainless meatloafs. But fuck, how could he turn down getting the chance to dance the horizontal Macarena with Steven Campbell? The guy was pretty much the image of a sports magazine model.
It's was just a shame that dudes like Steven weren't mute.
He hated being called 'bitch', he hated having his hair tugged too strong -most of the times- and he definitely hated being reminded of how sissy he is when a guy is begging him to take his dick down his throat.
The look on Steven's face when his parents -who were supposed to be out of town- opened the Master Bedroom's door was worth every scream, threat and running half naked down the Main Avenue.
***
Pachuca Sunrise - Minus The Bear
It's been a long time since the last time he's felt this way.
It's 3 am, he's drunk, lying on a beach in Malta and staring up at the stars. All he can think of is this girl he's left down in Mexico.
It must be morning in Pachuca. Or sunset. Maybe noon? She's most definitely not looking at the same perfect sky he is watching right now. He's not even sure why it makes him feel kinda sad. Perhaps it's the vodka's fault.
He knew he was lying back then, the truth is he's not sure if he'll ever see her again. Right now he wishes he'd said the truth, he wishes he could take this sky back to her.
***
The Heart Of The Matter - Don Henley
He knew the day would come.
Gus tried to sound casual, but he knew that his friend knew that he knew he was eventually going to find out. He always finds out, that's what puts the 'psychic' part in the Psychic Detective title.
Surely, Jules herself would send him an invitation to the wedding. Dear sweeter than an overloaded in sugar heart-shaped pink cupcake Jules. He knew she'd moved on, as much as she had argued she'd never be able to do so. Now she was going to marry some accountant guy, some dude that is good at bowling and will get her a labrador and will bring her daisies at every anniversary.
And that's good. That's what she deserves.
She deserves someone who won't just play house with her.
***
Minnie The Moocher - Cab Calloway
"And that, my dear girls, is the story of poor Minnie Mousy Moocher." Shawn told the group of transexuals as he waved his hand towards the club's bar, where Gus was sulking and sending him a very clear 'you're so dead, Shawn' look.
The group of tall and extra hairy girls aaaawed in unison.
Gus could complain as much as he wanted, but once this case was over he was most definitely not going to be able to say Shawn didn't solved crime with style.
Who knows? Gus might be able to get a new appreciation for sequins too.
***
Modern Love - Empires
When he heard Pierre Despereaux had escaped prison, Shawn had thought Lassie could have all the fun with his personal little project of playing cat and the mouse -that's never acknowleged he's been chased- game. But that afternoon, when he poked Lassie's file, when he noticed all the clues that pointed out that Despereaux couldn't be that far from the state, things had changed.
And here he is. In Despereaux's motel room.
It's a big change after the last time. The place is dark, but he can easily see how cheap it is and he's already noticed at least 9 examples of bad hotel cleaning services.
Pierre's already waiting for him, sitting in the shadows. A smirk on his perfect and full lips.
Some things just won't change.
***
The Sound Of Silence - Simon And Garfunkel
Gus leaves his room escorted by a nurse. He's looking back at him, assuring him he'll be visiting once again tomorrow. That they will have lunch.
Gus keeps his promises. He's the one that most does.
Shawn wished Gus could only listen to him like he once did. Shawn knows that Gus doesn't believe him anymore. He is the last one who's lost his faith in Shawn's visions.
They all talk to him, but they won't listen. Not even his Dad. Not even his Mom.
He is again all alone in this big, grey room. All these images, these sounds, all these visions color his walls. They color his mind.
He wishes he could share with them all these colors.
***
No Gringo - Vienna Teng
The backseats of the van smell of wet dog and it's not exactly the most comfortable place he's had the pleasure to call a bed, but at the very least he's glad he has somewhere to spend the night.
The town and language are foreign to him, but at least he's not alone. Tomorrow they'll leave, they'll try their luck somewhere else. He's not exactly looking for a well paid job, anything will do right now. He's not planning to stay long in this country either. He was here to party for a while, for the experience, to see what the horizon had saved for him.
It's time to find a new horizon, Shawn.
***
Could I Be You - Matchbox Twenty
He feels uneasy and he can't help it.
Carlton just smiles. He smiles, brings him closer to hs side of the couch and kisses his head. He's pretending the thought hasn't crossed his mind, but just like a real psychic Shawn knows that it is there.
He saw the glint on Carlton's eyes, his mouth slightly gaped open as he watched the television with almost a child-like amazement on his face. Shawn has known that Carlton has been considering the possibility of marriage between two men for a while now. He's the kind of guy who loves the idea of marriage, the kind of guy who wants the perfect house, the dog and the white fence.
Shawn suspected that lacking a bride wasn't ruining Carlton's plans anymore.
***
Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park
When The Chief sighs, clearly irritated, he knows he needs to take a pause and stop pressuring her with his dazzling -fake- visions, they're obviously too enthralling to the whole department.
But then, how can he contain all his excitement when he's solving a case that's been considered cold for the last 15 years, a case he's only heard of two days ago? This is part of his magic! He doesn't care if Gus has even given him a look that means he should tone things down, or if Jules is asking him to give her back the lovely purple scarf he's borrowed and is currently tied to the Head Detective's neck in a very manly manner. It makes him look like an early Christmas present.
"Spencer, if you keep pushing my button's I swear that one of these days..." The detective hisses through greeted teeth.
Oh, Shawn can't wait to see the outcome of that.
Pushing buttons is what he does best. And Lassie's particular buttons has a very tempting sign that reads "DO NOT PUSH."
How can he resist that?