Who's gonna give their heart and soul to get to me and you?
That annoying moment where you realise dreamwidth ate your post before you put up another one! So, reconstructing...
I had a long post written and it included how sorry I was to hear about the death of George Jones. And included this link, which is appropriate.
I also shared this gem which I found while looking through the "The Following" tag on tumblr, which is not any longer the hashtag of Rage and Pain, but rather the hashtag of fear and terror. (I can no longer look at any promos/extended promos that are coming out. I've decided; Parker is dead, Mike is evil. If I'm wrong it will be a delicious surprise.)
This is what I found - I just accidentally stumbled upon Mike/Parker fics and I think I might be slightly shipping it.. what is this fuckery.
So I replied...
If they are mine, I’m evilly giggling.
If they are not, please let me know where they are so I know it’s not just me!
And I got back....
Yep, they’re yours! Alas, I haven’t seen any more :(
So I said...
Neither have I which is why I was hopeful!
Oh well, I guess I’ll have to keep on plugging away myself…
Unless they make Mike a follower, in which case, I’m done.
Or just doing AUs…
Of course, fic has continued for me, this time from the comment_fic "five sentences" prompt: any, any/any, heat.
Title: Heat
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: The Following
Pairing: Mike Weston/Debra Parker
Rating: R
Word Count: 172
Spoilers : None
Debra knows, even as Mike lowers her to the bed, even as she wraps her arms around her neck and her legs around his hips, that they should not be doing this. After all, she is, for the moment, his boss and what they're doing could ruin both of their careers, to say nothing of being a distraction in the field.
It's hard to care about that though, not when his talented hands are dancing all over her body, and Jesus, she's never going to be able to watch his fingers move over a keyboard in the same way again. It's even harder to care when she sees the way he looks at her as he moves inside her, and her breath catches in her throat as she realises this isn't just a one night stand, not for either of them.
And when he catches her eye in the command centre, when the heat in his gaze matches the heat on her cheeks, she knows exactly where she'll be later on tonight.
I had a long post written and it included how sorry I was to hear about the death of George Jones. And included this link, which is appropriate.
Click to viewI also shared this gem which I found while looking through the "The Following" tag on tumblr, which is not any longer the hashtag of Rage and Pain, but rather the hashtag of fear and terror. (I can no longer look at any promos/extended promos that are coming out. I've decided; Parker is dead, Mike is evil. If I'm wrong it will be a delicious surprise.)
This is what I found - I just accidentally stumbled upon Mike/Parker fics and I think I might be slightly shipping it.. what is this fuckery.
So I replied...
If they are mine, I’m evilly giggling.
If they are not, please let me know where they are so I know it’s not just me!
And I got back....
Yep, they’re yours! Alas, I haven’t seen any more :(
So I said...
Neither have I which is why I was hopeful!
Oh well, I guess I’ll have to keep on plugging away myself…
Unless they make Mike a follower, in which case, I’m done.
Or just doing AUs…
Of course, fic has continued for me, this time from the comment_fic "five sentences" prompt: any, any/any, heat.
Title: Heat
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: The Following
Pairing: Mike Weston/Debra Parker
Rating: R
Word Count: 172
Spoilers : None
Debra knows, even as Mike lowers her to the bed, even as she wraps her arms around her neck and her legs around his hips, that they should not be doing this. After all, she is, for the moment, his boss and what they're doing could ruin both of their careers, to say nothing of being a distraction in the field.
It's hard to care about that though, not when his talented hands are dancing all over her body, and Jesus, she's never going to be able to watch his fingers move over a keyboard in the same way again. It's even harder to care when she sees the way he looks at her as he moves inside her, and her breath catches in her throat as she realises this isn't just a one night stand, not for either of them.
And when he catches her eye in the command centre, when the heat in his gaze matches the heat on her cheeks, she knows exactly where she'll be later on tonight.