The combination of arsehole lecturers, work and assignments is making me about as happy as Sam Tyler in front of a television screen so I figure I need some sort of creative outlet.
Here it is:
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of at least one of them.
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Chris courting the transvestite from 2.02 (he may or may not realize that she's a he)
Sam/Harry Woolf, Gene watching
Sam/Ray secretly and passionately in love in the cheesiest way possible
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This was written really late and I've probably substituted quantity for quality but I hope it get's a smile ;)
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Sam was lying in his bed, pants around his ankles, face buried in his pillow, having the worst sex of his life.
"Saw Woolf last night Sam. Like talkin' to a ghost."
"Christ, I'm sorry Gene."
"Doctors said he's got another week in 'im tops, they've dosed up to the eyeballs in painkiller's."
"Well, that's... er... at least he's not in pain."
"Not quite."
"Pardon?"
"Pills 'ave got a nasty side effect, make 'im horny as all 'ell."
"Oh."
"Yeah poor sod... wanted to get 'im a prozzie like but he didn’t want any rumours gettin' started."
"Doesn’t he have a wife?”
"He has...selective tastes."
"Hmm?... oh."
"So... I was wondering."
"I don't think I like where this is going."
"Just once Sam."
“You want me to give 'im a pity fuck? No Gene ( ... )
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Thanks for this, really fun stuff :D
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I'm glad you liked this... I honestly meant to kept it to a snippet but then it kept growing and growing *growls at prompt* ;)
Thanks :)
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I'm thinking about setting up a bar with brain bleach shots, if this continues I think I'll need it. :D
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