teaser snippet response...
Here are most of my WIPs; all of them are TDS/TCR/SWC/Exit 57 fandoms and most of them (to withdraw from abbreviations) are real-person stories. A couple of them are finished for the most part, just the final edit-and-post is kind of a frightening concept at this point. Anyway, here’s what’s been going through my head as of late. Enjoy (i hope)
Fics:
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The air that whistled through the cracks of the window was warm, yet Stephen sighed and sank deeper beneath the blanket, into Paul’s back, wanting to meld into his sweet skin.
--Untitled Paul/Stephen fluff
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They were sitting on the living room floor; bare backsides getting chafed by the carpet and having only scars and memories to bet.
--Untitled Paul/Amy/Stephen, explanation of why Paul suddenly cut his hair.
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The semi-silence gave Chuck time to think about the verse that had haunted him so much for the past few years. “As he would a woman . . .” But he wouldn’t lie with a woman as he would with a man. Not willfully, anyway. Not with any pleasure, or even a settled stomach. He was very good at hiding the fact, though. He believed himself to be a very good actor as well as an accomplished violinist. As far as any of the students at Flatpoint High knew, he was as straight as a painted line on the interstate. Good thing he wasn’t married, or else-wait. Shit.
--Untitled Chuck/Geoffrey, possibly multiple chapters
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Amy: “Women, right? Awful, nasty creatures. Why couldn’t men just have uteruses and render them moot? Then, there wouldn’t be any wives to get in the way and no one would think twice when two shacked up together.”
--Untitled Paul/Amy friendship, angst
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Paul: “I help you with your shit solely so I don’t have to do mine, Colbert. Don’t think I’m doing you any favors.” They giggle and watch as the sudden light breeze makes all of their work do little fluttering cartwheels across the desk. “Wish I could see when you slip on a Matchbox car and fall on your ass at four in the morning.”
--“Printer’s Devil;” Paul/Stephen friendship
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“Look, Maddie,” he reached inside his t-shirt and pulled out a chain, a gold band dangling from it, “I made a promise to your mother and I still carry it.”
“So, you’re like the opposite of Frodo?”
“Yeah, but I’m preserving it instead of looking for a good hot place to chuck it.”
--Variant branch of nm_317's “Gay Marriage” universe
*****
Stephen burst out laughing. Then he started to choke. He wished he could sit up, and probably could have, since the scarves tied to his wrists were much more yielding than the ones he had tied to his own ankles.
--“Movie Night;” Jon/Stephen
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“You, on the other hand,” Stephen grabbed the arms of Jon’s chair and jerked him to the side to face him, their noses an inch apart, “You’re so accepting. You’re never on-guard for possible attack. If someone came on the show and attacked your character you wouldn’t have a scathing retort or anything. Your pudgy flesh would just absorb it like a sponge. And eating ice cream, Jon? Liberal thoughts thrive in cold temperatures. The polar ice caps are CLEARLY Liberal-biased by melting and thus giving more credibility to global warming!”
--“Endoskeleton;” Jon/ “Stephen”
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Finally, he drew his boss, Jon Stewart, who was tough (but not too tough) and friendly (but not too friendly-to many politicians); but may have not wanted to defend him from bears all night. Actually, the real Jon Stewart might, but Stephen was almost as afraid of his boss as he was of bears and didn’t want the real Jon Stewart in his studio. Stephen politely asked Jon to protect him against any frightening thing that night.
--Stephen and the Light Pen, based on Harold and the Purple Crayon, possibly a multi-chaptered and illustrated fic
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Indifferent Seth Jim Davie Joe/He stood aside /And watched her go/He broke her heart/She broke her head/Those thirty stories down below
--“Marry the Dead Girl,” song based on Exit 57 sketch “Mary, the Dead Girl”
Fics:
***
The air that whistled through the cracks of the window was warm, yet Stephen sighed and sank deeper beneath the blanket, into Paul’s back, wanting to meld into his sweet skin.
--Untitled Paul/Stephen fluff
***
They were sitting on the living room floor; bare backsides getting chafed by the carpet and having only scars and memories to bet.
--Untitled Paul/Amy/Stephen, explanation of why Paul suddenly cut his hair.
***
The semi-silence gave Chuck time to think about the verse that had haunted him so much for the past few years. “As he would a woman . . .” But he wouldn’t lie with a woman as he would with a man. Not willfully, anyway. Not with any pleasure, or even a settled stomach. He was very good at hiding the fact, though. He believed himself to be a very good actor as well as an accomplished violinist. As far as any of the students at Flatpoint High knew, he was as straight as a painted line on the interstate. Good thing he wasn’t married, or else-wait. Shit.
--Untitled Chuck/Geoffrey, possibly multiple chapters
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Amy: “Women, right? Awful, nasty creatures. Why couldn’t men just have uteruses and render them moot? Then, there wouldn’t be any wives to get in the way and no one would think twice when two shacked up together.”
--Untitled Paul/Amy friendship, angst
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Paul: “I help you with your shit solely so I don’t have to do mine, Colbert. Don’t think I’m doing you any favors.” They giggle and watch as the sudden light breeze makes all of their work do little fluttering cartwheels across the desk. “Wish I could see when you slip on a Matchbox car and fall on your ass at four in the morning.”
--“Printer’s Devil;” Paul/Stephen friendship
***
“Look, Maddie,” he reached inside his t-shirt and pulled out a chain, a gold band dangling from it, “I made a promise to your mother and I still carry it.”
“So, you’re like the opposite of Frodo?”
“Yeah, but I’m preserving it instead of looking for a good hot place to chuck it.”
--Variant branch of nm_317's “Gay Marriage” universe
*****
Stephen burst out laughing. Then he started to choke. He wished he could sit up, and probably could have, since the scarves tied to his wrists were much more yielding than the ones he had tied to his own ankles.
--“Movie Night;” Jon/Stephen
*****
“You, on the other hand,” Stephen grabbed the arms of Jon’s chair and jerked him to the side to face him, their noses an inch apart, “You’re so accepting. You’re never on-guard for possible attack. If someone came on the show and attacked your character you wouldn’t have a scathing retort or anything. Your pudgy flesh would just absorb it like a sponge. And eating ice cream, Jon? Liberal thoughts thrive in cold temperatures. The polar ice caps are CLEARLY Liberal-biased by melting and thus giving more credibility to global warming!”
--“Endoskeleton;” Jon/ “Stephen”
****
Finally, he drew his boss, Jon Stewart, who was tough (but not too tough) and friendly (but not too friendly-to many politicians); but may have not wanted to defend him from bears all night. Actually, the real Jon Stewart might, but Stephen was almost as afraid of his boss as he was of bears and didn’t want the real Jon Stewart in his studio. Stephen politely asked Jon to protect him against any frightening thing that night.
--Stephen and the Light Pen, based on Harold and the Purple Crayon, possibly a multi-chaptered and illustrated fic
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Indifferent Seth Jim Davie Joe/He stood aside /And watched her go/He broke her heart/She broke her head/Those thirty stories down below
--“Marry the Dead Girl,” song based on Exit 57 sketch “Mary, the Dead Girl”