This post is brought to you by depression, exhaustion and my stupid uterus
Hello, f-list. This is one of those "I'm not dead yet" posts. Just thought I'd let you know. :)
I last posted over 2 months ago, but I'm not completely out of the loop. I still scroll through my flist from time to time and bookmark stuff, I just don't have time to read any of it. Which is SAD AND AWFUL. And don't even get me started on DS_Match_2. *cries*
What else, what else... Obviously, there's almost 4 months' worth of fic out there that I have to add to the lists, and I have absolutely no idea when and if I'll have the time to actually do it. /o\ Well, I do have some free time this weekend, but I'm planning to spend it doing laundry and finally reading some due South fic, so... nope, no lists updating.
As to what's happening in my RL, [ETA: deleted 'cause paranoid.]
Also, I have cramps. My lower back is killing me. Whaaaah.
/emo
~~~
To make this post fannish, have a bunch of Hot Fuzz recs (nothing new here though, all the stories are *at least* several months old):
Funny How the Night Moves by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 985 words, pre-slash, hurt/comfort.
'I...I just brought you something. I can't stay long.'
Even in the darkness Danny's look of happy anticipation is unmistakable. 'Is it a box of Cornettos?'
'That's against the rules,' he says; then, less certainly: 'No. Er.' He reaches for the dimmer switch, dials it up to get just enough light to see by.
Danny squints at the pot as Angel nestles it carefully between the paws of the oversized plush monkey that has permanent residence on one of the bedside chairs, ensuring that the vessel has enough space and the contents won't tip. 'You went to buy a plant for me? Is that one of those peas lilies?'
'Peace lily,' Angel corrects automatically. 'And no, I didn't.'
Long Shot by kassrachel
Nicholas/Danny, R, 3300 words, first time, angst.
He ought to turn around and come back later, or else make a racket so Danny knows he's there, but for some reason he doesn't. He creeps closer and crouches to listen, and the next thing he hears is Doris.
"You don't need to hide it," Doris says, sounding less brassy and more kind than usual. "Everyone knows, you know."
"You could keep pretending you don't, then," and it's clear Danny's been crying. Because it's the anniversary of his mum's death, of course, and Nick's heart goes out to him. He sounds distraught, and it's all Nick can do to keep himself from rushing in to offer comfort.
"It's obvious you're sweet on him," Doris says.
Nick revises his theory hastily; nothing to do with the late Mrs. Butterman, then. Who on earth is Danny sweet on, and why didn't Nick know about it? Somehow he misses the little matter of the pronoun, though when he replays the conversation later in his mind it will be all he can think about.
Good Boys Too by joandarck
Nicholas/Danny, Andy/Andy, PG-13, 11750 words, first time.
"I beg your pardon?"
There was a touch of defiance in the shrug, and the usual mix of aggression and nonchalance. "Couple of gays having lunch at the pub. Butterman and Doris went to go have a look-see."
"You have got to be kidding me."
Cartwright was snickering silently to himself, although what he found amusing escaped Nicholas completely. Wainwright let out a long stream of smoke and watched it go, his eyes almost crossing, before saying, "Thought you were gettin' used to our country ideas of fun."
"Do you seriously mean to tell me that a person's apparent sexuality is considered sufficient reason to go and gawk at them in this town? And by officers of the law, no less?" Nicholas could feel his nostrils flare and his ears starting to heat up. He had great confidence in, and indeed fondness for, all his officers, but there were times when they still surprised him. And not pleasantly.
"Well, it's interesting, innit? No gays in Sandford."
Somewhere in the T's and sequels Somewhere in the Night, Animal by pepperlandgirl4
Nicholas/Danny, NC-17, 3450+3460+1600 words, first time. Summary: Set some months after the end of the movie. There's DVDs and kissing and switching off.
Nick drank from his beer, watching as Danny leaned forward on the couch, his eyes wide as Kurt Russel portrayed a very conflicted Wyatt Earp. They were somewhere in the T's now, but despite their proximity to the end of the alphabet, they still had dozens of DVDs to watch. Dozens of reasons for Nick to come over after work, or after a pint at the pub. Dozens of reasons to fall asleep on Danny’s couch, sitting a little too close to him. And Nick knew for a fact that once they reached the end, Danny would be all too happy to start over at the beginning.
The music became louder, more intense as Wyatt Earp, his brothers, and Doc Holliday began the long walk to…Nick frowned. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going. He hadn’t been paying close attention to the movie. Watching Danny’s reaction to what was happening on the television was always more fun.
Stars Fall on Sandford by annlarimer
Gen-ish (very), Nicholas/Danny (est.rel if you squint), PG, 4000 words, some humour. Summary: Nicholas Angel, Destroyer of Worlds.
Danny knew a lot of the constellations, and even some single stars. His Dad had taught him a few, and he was perhaps the only child in the history of Sandford Primary School to keep their names in his head past exam times. The Plow (or, if you prefer, Bear), the Other Plow (or Extra Bear), the Girl Who Looks Like a W, The Flying Horse That's More Like A Square Than a Horse Really, Orion (Danny always remembered him from Men in Black) with his little belt -- missing a loop apparently, because it dangled -- and The Two Tiny-Headed Blokes.
They were all so still and tall.
He wondered who lived up there. Maybe, right now, on a Bear's snout or a Bloke's foot, somebody with a really good telescope was looking this way, and could see him.
Danny waved, just in case. Hello there. Sandford Welcomes You. We really mean it now.
Fur Pie by tawg
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 1800 words, first time. Summary: Nicholas and Danny find a productive way to spend their time. A/N: Painfully domestic. I decided to write fluff fic, and this is it. There is pie, and kittens, and kitchen snark. There is no, y’know, reason for any of the above. I just like pie. And kittens. And projecting.
Nicholas kept looking at him.
“It’s a cat, Nick. It’ll be fine.”
Nicholas kept looking at him.
“Nick,” Danny whined.
Nicholas kept staring at Danny. His bit at his bottom lip, like he was trying to keep it from trembling.
“You fucker,” Danny exploded. “You absolute cock. Fine. Feed the cats, feed them all. Give them names and collars with bells and spend your evening knitting them tiny little demeaning jumpers.”
Nicholas grinned, the heartbroken look vanishing like it was never there. “You’re so emotional, Danny,” he chided. “You’re probably right though. Most of those cats look like utter freeloaders.”
Danny frowned as he introduced pastry to pie dish. “Most?” he asked cautiously.
Four Times Nicholas Angel Wanted to Kiss Danny Butterman (And One Time He Did) by lozenger8
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 1300 words, first time.
Ever since Sandford residents had cleaned up their act in regards to murdering innocent people and dumping the bodies underground, the town had looked less than pristine. Mars bar wrappers adorned the gutters, there were plastic beer-can holders floating in the wishing fountain, and used condoms enmeshed with autumn leaves --- none of them used by Nicholas. Which was not his first thought, by any means. It was at least sixth on the list.
What Nicholas failed to do when he put an end to the Neighbourhood Watch Alliance 'Happy Fun Time Killing Spree' (and wasn't he more than a little disturbed when he found the documentation designating it as such) was put in place appropriate committees that could oversee all of those little jobs the NWA did as well as bludgeon, set fire to, and maim.
Cheer Up (You Miserable Fuck) by lozenger8
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 1730 words, pre-slash. Summary: Friendship is a whole new uncharted territory that Nicholas has to navigate through carefully, and he takes it slowly, because he doesn't want to ruin it.
It's not like he's never been touched, because he has, plenty of times before. He's been stabbed, which is a lot like touching, only with metal and blood involved. But he still sits awkwardly next to Danny, occasionally glancing his way, registering the heat radiating out from his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
He has a closeness with Danny he's never had with anyone else, and sometimes feels will never have with anyone else ever again. Because when he's with Danny, he's not actually lonely. Confused, yes. Unsure, always. But lonely? Never.
It's partly that realisation that holds him back. He's always afraid he's going to say it. That at any given moment he'll blurt it all out in a dramatic monologue.
Like A Fish by dr_tectonic
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 1200 words, established relationship (?), humour. Summary: Nick & Danny get ready to go out for dinner.
"Danny, what's this?" Nicholas Angel contemplated a stuffed... something. It was small, green, and plush, and he would have called it a cuddly toy except for all the tentacles. And the wings. And the strangely bumpy head with evil orange eyes. It had been sitting on top of the small television in Danny Butterman's bedroom.
Danny leaned his head out of the bathroom. "Oh, him? That's dread plush Cthulhu, that is." He pronounced the name, as best Angel could tell, having only ever read it, correctly. Danny turned back to the mirror. "Oh, dammit, now I've messed up me tie." He started over, muttering. "Twice 'round the tree and into the hole..."
Angel looked askance at the thing in his hands. "What, as in H.P. Lovecraft? Eldritch terror from beyond the depths of time and space?"
"Yeah. Cute, innie?"
Learning Aid by tawg [cutest thing ever, seriously!]
Nicholas/Danny, G, 600 words (and a diagram!), established relationship. Summary: Danny can’t quite figure something out. Nicholas tries to help.
“I just don’t get it,” Danny said.
“Get what?” Nicholas replied.
“Why you like me.”
Nicholas shifted. He had been - rather comfortably - slotted between Danny and the back of the couch, both their feet hanging over one arm. He now draped himself over Danny’s stomach, resting his chin on Danny’s chest. “Because you’re amazing,” he said.
“But I’m not,” Danny said in the kind of voice that queried ‘what, you’ve haven’t noticed this yet?’.
“Yes you are,” Nicholas replied, stretched out over Danny like a lizard on a rock. “You’re fun, and smart, and incredibly good looking-”
A Boy's Book of Practical Magic to Mystify, Baffle and Entertain by annlarimer
Gen-ish, Nicholas/Danny, PG, 2950 words, some angst. Summary: For this trick, he'll need a volunteer from the pavement. You, sir, the man with the fucking enormous knife in your chest! Don't be shy, now.
The first time he visited his father in prison, Danny stood in the waiting room, shifting nervously from foot to foot, looking round suddenly at every strange noise. What with it being a prison and all, there were a lot of strange noises. His head only made them stranger.
"This would be a lot easier if I could just hate him and not go," he told Nicholas Angel
Nicholas looked up from a moldering issue of OK!, pretending to relax in hopes of making Danny feel better. "I don't think it would."
"Yeah. You're probably right."
The door opened, and a guard called Danny's name.
Nicholas patted him on the shoulder. "Enjoy the strip search."
"What?"
Nicholas grinned at him.
Standard Deviation by karolja
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 450 words. Summary: Boys' Night In runs into a slight complication.
"Oh. Don't know about that." Danny frowns down at the player again. "Suppose I'll have to take it into town and have it looked at tomorrow."
"I suppose so." Nick looks away in turn, down at his still un-touched beer. He could -- he might -- oh, sod it.
"Well, then." Danny pushes the currently-defunct DVD player back into place and stands up, wobbling a bit from having sat too long. Nick steadies him, and offers him the other bottle. Danny grins, accepts it, and takes a long swallow, ignoring the glass, as usual. Nick watches his throat flex and feels humiliatingly obvious.
I last posted over 2 months ago, but I'm not completely out of the loop. I still scroll through my flist from time to time and bookmark stuff, I just don't have time to read any of it. Which is SAD AND AWFUL. And don't even get me started on DS_Match_2. *cries*
What else, what else... Obviously, there's almost 4 months' worth of fic out there that I have to add to the lists, and I have absolutely no idea when and if I'll have the time to actually do it. /o\ Well, I do have some free time this weekend, but I'm planning to spend it doing laundry and finally reading some due South fic, so... nope, no lists updating.
As to what's happening in my RL, [ETA: deleted 'cause paranoid.]
Also, I have cramps. My lower back is killing me. Whaaaah.
/emo
~~~
To make this post fannish, have a bunch of Hot Fuzz recs (nothing new here though, all the stories are *at least* several months old):
Funny How the Night Moves by ldhenson
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 985 words, pre-slash, hurt/comfort.
'I...I just brought you something. I can't stay long.'
Even in the darkness Danny's look of happy anticipation is unmistakable. 'Is it a box of Cornettos?'
'That's against the rules,' he says; then, less certainly: 'No. Er.' He reaches for the dimmer switch, dials it up to get just enough light to see by.
Danny squints at the pot as Angel nestles it carefully between the paws of the oversized plush monkey that has permanent residence on one of the bedside chairs, ensuring that the vessel has enough space and the contents won't tip. 'You went to buy a plant for me? Is that one of those peas lilies?'
'Peace lily,' Angel corrects automatically. 'And no, I didn't.'
Long Shot by kassrachel
Nicholas/Danny, R, 3300 words, first time, angst.
He ought to turn around and come back later, or else make a racket so Danny knows he's there, but for some reason he doesn't. He creeps closer and crouches to listen, and the next thing he hears is Doris.
"You don't need to hide it," Doris says, sounding less brassy and more kind than usual. "Everyone knows, you know."
"You could keep pretending you don't, then," and it's clear Danny's been crying. Because it's the anniversary of his mum's death, of course, and Nick's heart goes out to him. He sounds distraught, and it's all Nick can do to keep himself from rushing in to offer comfort.
"It's obvious you're sweet on him," Doris says.
Nick revises his theory hastily; nothing to do with the late Mrs. Butterman, then. Who on earth is Danny sweet on, and why didn't Nick know about it? Somehow he misses the little matter of the pronoun, though when he replays the conversation later in his mind it will be all he can think about.
Good Boys Too by joandarck
Nicholas/Danny, Andy/Andy, PG-13, 11750 words, first time.
"I beg your pardon?"
There was a touch of defiance in the shrug, and the usual mix of aggression and nonchalance. "Couple of gays having lunch at the pub. Butterman and Doris went to go have a look-see."
"You have got to be kidding me."
Cartwright was snickering silently to himself, although what he found amusing escaped Nicholas completely. Wainwright let out a long stream of smoke and watched it go, his eyes almost crossing, before saying, "Thought you were gettin' used to our country ideas of fun."
"Do you seriously mean to tell me that a person's apparent sexuality is considered sufficient reason to go and gawk at them in this town? And by officers of the law, no less?" Nicholas could feel his nostrils flare and his ears starting to heat up. He had great confidence in, and indeed fondness for, all his officers, but there were times when they still surprised him. And not pleasantly.
"Well, it's interesting, innit? No gays in Sandford."
Somewhere in the T's and sequels Somewhere in the Night, Animal by pepperlandgirl4
Nicholas/Danny, NC-17, 3450+3460+1600 words, first time. Summary: Set some months after the end of the movie. There's DVDs and kissing and switching off.
Nick drank from his beer, watching as Danny leaned forward on the couch, his eyes wide as Kurt Russel portrayed a very conflicted Wyatt Earp. They were somewhere in the T's now, but despite their proximity to the end of the alphabet, they still had dozens of DVDs to watch. Dozens of reasons for Nick to come over after work, or after a pint at the pub. Dozens of reasons to fall asleep on Danny’s couch, sitting a little too close to him. And Nick knew for a fact that once they reached the end, Danny would be all too happy to start over at the beginning.
The music became louder, more intense as Wyatt Earp, his brothers, and Doc Holliday began the long walk to…Nick frowned. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going. He hadn’t been paying close attention to the movie. Watching Danny’s reaction to what was happening on the television was always more fun.
Stars Fall on Sandford by annlarimer
Gen-ish (very), Nicholas/Danny (est.rel if you squint), PG, 4000 words, some humour. Summary: Nicholas Angel, Destroyer of Worlds.
Danny knew a lot of the constellations, and even some single stars. His Dad had taught him a few, and he was perhaps the only child in the history of Sandford Primary School to keep their names in his head past exam times. The Plow (or, if you prefer, Bear), the Other Plow (or Extra Bear), the Girl Who Looks Like a W, The Flying Horse That's More Like A Square Than a Horse Really, Orion (Danny always remembered him from Men in Black) with his little belt -- missing a loop apparently, because it dangled -- and The Two Tiny-Headed Blokes.
They were all so still and tall.
He wondered who lived up there. Maybe, right now, on a Bear's snout or a Bloke's foot, somebody with a really good telescope was looking this way, and could see him.
Danny waved, just in case. Hello there. Sandford Welcomes You. We really mean it now.
Fur Pie by tawg
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 1800 words, first time. Summary: Nicholas and Danny find a productive way to spend their time. A/N: Painfully domestic. I decided to write fluff fic, and this is it. There is pie, and kittens, and kitchen snark. There is no, y’know, reason for any of the above. I just like pie. And kittens. And projecting.
Nicholas kept looking at him.
“It’s a cat, Nick. It’ll be fine.”
Nicholas kept looking at him.
“Nick,” Danny whined.
Nicholas kept staring at Danny. His bit at his bottom lip, like he was trying to keep it from trembling.
“You fucker,” Danny exploded. “You absolute cock. Fine. Feed the cats, feed them all. Give them names and collars with bells and spend your evening knitting them tiny little demeaning jumpers.”
Nicholas grinned, the heartbroken look vanishing like it was never there. “You’re so emotional, Danny,” he chided. “You’re probably right though. Most of those cats look like utter freeloaders.”
Danny frowned as he introduced pastry to pie dish. “Most?” he asked cautiously.
Four Times Nicholas Angel Wanted to Kiss Danny Butterman (And One Time He Did) by lozenger8
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 1300 words, first time.
Ever since Sandford residents had cleaned up their act in regards to murdering innocent people and dumping the bodies underground, the town had looked less than pristine. Mars bar wrappers adorned the gutters, there were plastic beer-can holders floating in the wishing fountain, and used condoms enmeshed with autumn leaves --- none of them used by Nicholas. Which was not his first thought, by any means. It was at least sixth on the list.
What Nicholas failed to do when he put an end to the Neighbourhood Watch Alliance 'Happy Fun Time Killing Spree' (and wasn't he more than a little disturbed when he found the documentation designating it as such) was put in place appropriate committees that could oversee all of those little jobs the NWA did as well as bludgeon, set fire to, and maim.
Cheer Up (You Miserable Fuck) by lozenger8
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 1730 words, pre-slash. Summary: Friendship is a whole new uncharted territory that Nicholas has to navigate through carefully, and he takes it slowly, because he doesn't want to ruin it.
It's not like he's never been touched, because he has, plenty of times before. He's been stabbed, which is a lot like touching, only with metal and blood involved. But he still sits awkwardly next to Danny, occasionally glancing his way, registering the heat radiating out from his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
He has a closeness with Danny he's never had with anyone else, and sometimes feels will never have with anyone else ever again. Because when he's with Danny, he's not actually lonely. Confused, yes. Unsure, always. But lonely? Never.
It's partly that realisation that holds him back. He's always afraid he's going to say it. That at any given moment he'll blurt it all out in a dramatic monologue.
Like A Fish by dr_tectonic
Nicholas/Danny, PG, 1200 words, established relationship (?), humour. Summary: Nick & Danny get ready to go out for dinner.
"Danny, what's this?" Nicholas Angel contemplated a stuffed... something. It was small, green, and plush, and he would have called it a cuddly toy except for all the tentacles. And the wings. And the strangely bumpy head with evil orange eyes. It had been sitting on top of the small television in Danny Butterman's bedroom.
Danny leaned his head out of the bathroom. "Oh, him? That's dread plush Cthulhu, that is." He pronounced the name, as best Angel could tell, having only ever read it, correctly. Danny turned back to the mirror. "Oh, dammit, now I've messed up me tie." He started over, muttering. "Twice 'round the tree and into the hole..."
Angel looked askance at the thing in his hands. "What, as in H.P. Lovecraft? Eldritch terror from beyond the depths of time and space?"
"Yeah. Cute, innie?"
Learning Aid by tawg [cutest thing ever, seriously!]
Nicholas/Danny, G, 600 words (and a diagram!), established relationship. Summary: Danny can’t quite figure something out. Nicholas tries to help.
“I just don’t get it,” Danny said.
“Get what?” Nicholas replied.
“Why you like me.”
Nicholas shifted. He had been - rather comfortably - slotted between Danny and the back of the couch, both their feet hanging over one arm. He now draped himself over Danny’s stomach, resting his chin on Danny’s chest. “Because you’re amazing,” he said.
“But I’m not,” Danny said in the kind of voice that queried ‘what, you’ve haven’t noticed this yet?’.
“Yes you are,” Nicholas replied, stretched out over Danny like a lizard on a rock. “You’re fun, and smart, and incredibly good looking-”
A Boy's Book of Practical Magic to Mystify, Baffle and Entertain by annlarimer
Gen-ish, Nicholas/Danny, PG, 2950 words, some angst. Summary: For this trick, he'll need a volunteer from the pavement. You, sir, the man with the fucking enormous knife in your chest! Don't be shy, now.
The first time he visited his father in prison, Danny stood in the waiting room, shifting nervously from foot to foot, looking round suddenly at every strange noise. What with it being a prison and all, there were a lot of strange noises. His head only made them stranger.
"This would be a lot easier if I could just hate him and not go," he told Nicholas Angel
Nicholas looked up from a moldering issue of OK!, pretending to relax in hopes of making Danny feel better. "I don't think it would."
"Yeah. You're probably right."
The door opened, and a guard called Danny's name.
Nicholas patted him on the shoulder. "Enjoy the strip search."
"What?"
Nicholas grinned at him.
Standard Deviation by karolja
Nicholas/Danny, PG-13, 450 words. Summary: Boys' Night In runs into a slight complication.
"Oh. Don't know about that." Danny frowns down at the player again. "Suppose I'll have to take it into town and have it looked at tomorrow."
"I suppose so." Nick looks away in turn, down at his still un-touched beer. He could -- he might -- oh, sod it.
"Well, then." Danny pushes the currently-defunct DVD player back into place and stands up, wobbling a bit from having sat too long. Nick steadies him, and offers him the other bottle. Danny grins, accepts it, and takes a long swallow, ignoring the glass, as usual. Nick watches his throat flex and feels humiliatingly obvious.