I need a break!
Feb. 24th, 2006 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblinlenoreI've been working very hard this week, peoples. Much harder than usual! Tonight, I'm having dinner with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bexless and barely_bean, so that will be good. Something to look forward to! But in the meantime, I need a break.
I didn't have time to do that "give me a title and I'll tell you about the story" meme, but I wanted to, and now I'm have time. Or, at least, I'm making time.
So:
Comment with the title of a story that doesn't exist, and I'll tell you about that imaginary story, maybe even write a little snippet. Feel free to include a fandom and pairing, any fandom, I'll figure something out.
Anyone else need a break on a Friday? Come out and play!
bexless and barely_bean, so that will be good. Something to look forward to! But in the meantime, I need a break.I didn't have time to do that "give me a title and I'll tell you about the story" meme, but I wanted to, and now I'm have time. Or, at least, I'm making time.
So:
Comment with the title of a story that doesn't exist, and I'll tell you about that imaginary story, maybe even write a little snippet. Feel free to include a fandom and pairing, any fandom, I'll figure something out.
Anyone else need a break on a Friday? Come out and play!
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Date: 2006-02-24 08:40 pm (UTC)I am giving everyone romance novel-esque titles, here's yours:
Seduction of a Scottish Prince - Clex
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Date: 2006-02-24 08:45 pm (UTC)I also have a fav. theme for this :)
THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN GUN!!
agent kent, clark kent! evil mastermind Alexander Luthor, aka Lex Luthor.
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Date: 2006-02-24 08:53 pm (UTC)How about something original? Failing that, SV or OC, please.
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Date: 2006-02-24 08:59 pm (UTC)SV or SPN, maybe?
I Seem to Have Pink on the Brain
Date: 2006-02-24 09:04 pm (UTC)I'm thinking Jared P. and Mr. Welling, but I could work with Clark and Sammy. :)
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:11 pm (UTC)From the back cover of Seduction of a Scottish Prince:
Rebellion is afoot in a distant corner of the Scottish kingdom. Prince Alexander is dispatched by his father to regain order, and expects his royal presence will quickly quell the disquiet. Little does he realize that the Clan of Kent is not so easily intimidated. When Prince Alexander is kidnapped by Clark, the dashing son of the Kent's leader, the king refuses his ransom. Will Prince Alexander pay the ultimate price for his father's betrayal? And will the irresistible pull between the prince and the young rebel change both their lives forever?
An excerpt:
The spark in Clark's green eyes was faintly mocking. "So it seems your father doesn't care to have you back."
Alexander pressed his lips into a thin, grim line. He knew, of course, what happened to captives who weren't ransomed, and he had to wonder if this had been his father's plan all along, an easy way to be rid of him and make Lucas heir in his stead.
Clark took a step closer. "Since it seems you're going to be with us for a while, you should know that every man pulls his weight in our clan." He took one of Alexander's hands in his, turned it over between his palms. "Soft. I bet you've never done an honest day's work in your life."
Alexander pulled himself up to his full height, ready with an indignant response.
But Clark cut him off before he could begin, "That's all right." His eyes traveled lazily over Alexander's body, making Alexander feel strangely too warm. "I suspect there are other ways you can earn your keep..."
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:17 pm (UTC)Love is a Brittle Madness
SPN.
And OMG yay Friday!!
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:18 pm (UTC)Devil in the Details - Dean/Sam
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 09:44 pm (UTC)YES!
The truly sad thing is that I have read and probably have on my book shelf 5 or 6 (10 or 20) books with the same kind of blurb on the back.
I am now imagining torrid night where Prince Alexander and Clark circle around one another and stealing kisses; other Kent Clan member Whitney and/or young Lass Chloe also wanting more from the out of his depth prince, making Clark jealous; ending with a handfasting where Clark and Lex join the Clan and the kingdom, quelling the rebellion all while wearing a ring of flowers.
Neat.
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Date: 2006-02-24 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 09:54 pm (UTC)Er...
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Date: 2006-02-24 10:03 pm (UTC)In the fourth movie in the series, criminal mastermind Alexander Luthor, aka Lex Luthor, is back and badder than ever, with a nefarious new weapon he calls the Golden Gun. He lures Agent Kent to a deserted warehouse and shoots him with the mysterious golden ray that induces both amnesia and extreme suggestibility. Lex Luthor convinces Agent Kent that he's actually Clark "Manley" Slams, gay porn star, and that Lex is his manager and lover. Naughty shennanigans ensue as Lex attempts to melt the polar ice caps while keeping his nemesis busy filming blowjobs. The fate of the world hangs in the balance. Will Agent Kent come out of the haze of sex and forgetfulness in time to save humanity?
Excerpt from the script:
INT:
A luxurious living room, all white and chrome. It's Clark's first evening alone with Lex. Lex stands at the bar mixing martinis, hands a glass to Clark. Lex is wearing his traditional white suit, while Clark is attired in a red-white-and-blue sequined g-string.
CLARK
(looks down at his outfit somewhat dubiously) Are you sure this is all I usually wear around the house? It seems sort of...skimpy. Even for a... (blushes, unable to bring himself to say gay porn star)
LEX
(in a reassuring tone) You hate to feel encumbered. (His gazes fastens meaningfully on Clark's crotch) And I hate for you to hide your assets.
Clark blushes, turns, notices a side table with some rather menacing looking sex toys arranged on it. He picks up a studded vibrator.
CLARK
(swallowing visibly) Is this...just for display?
LEX
(shakes his head) That's one of your favorites, actually. (He smiles seductively) You're very adventurous. (Takes a step closer, runs a hand up Clark's bare chest, his voice becoming deeper, more suggestive.) Don't worry. I'm sure it will all start coming back to you tonight when we're in bed together.
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Date: 2006-02-24 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 10:45 pm (UTC)"The Cold Cereal Incident"
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Date: 2006-02-24 10:46 pm (UTC)***
It was the boy who followed that always ended up in the shit, so Dale's grandmamma always warned him. He hadn't thought too much about it back then, adrift in his loneliness the way he'd been, nobody to follow anywhere, to any end, good or bad, even if he'd been of a mind to. Dale just never was too good with people, all want and no way to say even half of what he would have liked to. He wandered the gray halls of high school like somebody who was just visiting. Even his teachers didn't recognize him when they ran into him at the Food Lion or the Long John Silvers.
That's the thing he always thinks about now--because he has nothing but time to think--that he wouldn't have ended up where he did if he hadn't been so dazzled by people and the easy connections they just seemed to fall in to, those magic circles he'd spent all his life on the outside of looking in.
After high school was over, he'd started working construction for Joe Walden, one of his Uncle Deuce's friends who had his own contracting company, and Dale had really hoped things might be different. That he might be different. By lunchtime on the first day, that pale little hope had all but been snuffed out. When the whistle blew for break time, Joe Walden went to the trailer with his foreman to talk money, and the rest of the guys straggled off to somebody's car to smoke weed, and Dale sat down on a rock and ate his tomato sandwich in the quiet, alone like he always.
It went on like that, day after day, until one noontime break, Billy Preston, kind of the unofficial leader of the guys on the work crew, turned to Dale and said with a chipped-tooth smile, "Hey, why don't you come have lunch with us? We never do know where you go off to."
Dale dug the toe of his shoe into the dirt nervously. "Oh, I just sit right here."
Billy swung an arm over his shoulder and grinned. "Well, hell, we're not fascinatin' or nothin', but we gotta be more interesting than that."
The rest of the guys laughed, and Dale figured it was okay to smile.
"So what do you say?" Billy asked.
Dale nodded. "Sure. Sure thing. I'd be pleased to join you."
Billy clapped his hands together. "Great!" And then frowned. "'Cept..."
"What?" Dale asked, too quickly.
"I promised my ma I go by the bank for her. But my car's a piece of shit, I tell you what. I'm always surprised it gets me anywhere. You wouldn't mind driving me into town, would you, Dale?"
"Oh, no, of course not."
Billy nodded in the direction of two other guys. "Hank and Ray here might like to go along. That okay?"
"Well sure." Dale's head bobbed in his eagerness.
Billy clapped him on the back. "Let's go then."
The thing is--this is what Dale always thinks--there just wasn't any way to know what they were planning. If he had, he wouldn't have drove them to that bank. But he didn't know, and he did drive them, and when they came running back out like bats from hell, he believed they really were just worried about being late from lunch and getting docked some pay. He didn't know anything about the robbery or the guard that got killed, didn't know Billy and the other guys had had guns hidden under their jackets the whole way into town, not until the state troopers came to his grandmamma's door to take him away. Not until it was too late.
He believed every word they said, believed they were finally going to let him inside. He believed them, and no one believes him. And that's twenty-five to life, just for wanting somebody to finally notice that he was there.
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Date: 2006-02-24 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-25 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-25 01:17 am (UTC)Okay, I was drinking coffee. You owe me a new monitor.
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Date: 2006-02-25 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-25 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-25 01:34 am (UTC)"If Just for One Day"
Jarod/MissParker, Clex, or SPN
take your pick (or pick all three! lol!) :D
(or even pick something else, I read lots of fandoms--those are the ones that I know you've written in that I read) ;)
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Date: 2006-02-25 01:50 am (UTC)Okay, how about this: Zero Sum, Clex or Sam/Dean.
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Date: 2006-02-25 04:35 am (UTC)My Last Thirty-Seven Cents.
Clex, of course
Date: 2006-02-25 07:31 am (UTC)