May 04, 2007 03:53
=firefly,
*writing: fic: requests/prompts,
=batman/superman,
*writing: fic,
=batman (nolanverse),
=brokeback mountain: fic,
=the invisible man,
=superman returns,
=brokeback mountain,
*writing,
=cold case,
=superman returns: fic,
=batman (nolanverse): fic,
=brimstone
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5. Juan. Hell, he wasn’t even close to blond. Jack wasn’t sure who the fuck he was trying to fool-hisself or Juan.
4. Hidalgo. Never figured out if that was just his stage name, or his parents just wanted to give him big boots to fill, but Jack knew him in the true Christian sense of the word, anyhow.
3. Nero. Lips cherry-sin red and skin like Jack hadn’t never touched before. Weren’t love, but sure as hell was fuckin’ fun.
2. Officer Yarrow. All those years, speeding, he’d learn how to spot ’em. Back behind his truck, quick and dirty, and saved hisself eighty-five dollars. He bought Ennis a new winter jacket with it to alleviate the turning-over in his gut.
1. Randall.
But then again, Jack didn’t want him to be Ennis. Jack liked him just fine the way he was.
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NERO! NERO! I GOT MY NERO SEX-FIC! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!
And #1 is <3.
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Hee, well, that was lifted straight from the never-finished Jack/Nero PWP.
Here, you can have what lolitaray and I wrote of it, because I doubt it'll ever be finished:
“Jack, can you come take a look at this new shipment? Think they might not a filled the order right,” Nero asks, leaning his head into Jack’s office.
“Hmm? Yeah, be there in a sec Nero, lemme just file this and I’ll get right over there.”
Jack finds himself staring at the file, unable to remember what he’d wanted to do with it now.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
All he can think about is the way Nero looks in a tight pair of jeans, the curve of his ass when he leans into the truck to get something out. He shakes his head, snapping back to reality. Don’t be thinkin’ them thoughts now, Twist. He throws the file down in frustration and stalks out of the office, unable to concentrate anymore, irritated at the scorching hot of the day that has sweat pooling in the small of his back. Grumbling, he walks into the warehouse, blinking his eyes to ( ... )
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I'll be in my bunk.
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I'm having some naughty thoughts about you in your bunk right now NOT THAT YOU WERE CURIOUS.
And sorry we never finished this. Me=uberlame.
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