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Midterms are over for me, thank god! As has become fashionable in Generation Kill fandom, I have decided to do a snippet post. You are welcome to post a picture for any fandom I write in (SPN, Generation Kill, RPF, Glee, Never Back Down) and I will respond with fic. The two fics I have in the works are frightening me, but I am in a mood to write.

amberlynne has been threatening me with 17 requests for more Model!AU, so come participate so I'm not just writing about Brad and Nate prancing about on the runway.

ETA: Oh, song of the day, "One Pure Thought" by Hot Chip, for you dirty-minded girls out there.

-Brad owning a winery for

amberlynne
-Ray's Wedding for

amberlynne
-Q-Tip Turning Up on Nate's Porch for

aboutademongirl
-Nate The Romance Novelist for

amberlynne and really, myself.
-Nate the Archeologist, Brad the wild mountainman for

amberlynne
-ASkar's epic love with Batman for

memphis86. Every time I type that, I laugh.
-Glee: Brokeback The Musical for

memphis86
-Model!Au: The first photoshoot after they fuck for

amberlynne
-Generation Kill Victorian!Au for

trolleys
-Model!AU: Brad finds school!Nate irresistable for

amberlynne
-Brad Visiting Nate At Harvard for

soul_cake_duck
-Alex taking Stark back to Sweden for

amberlynne

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BAHAHAH. Well, same goes I guess. Maybe everybody will end up raptured.

THAT IS TOTALLY OKAY BECAUSE THIS IS AWESOME ALL ON IT'S OWN! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Hee. No pressure! I loved what it inspired!

GARG, you responded before I could edit that wrong 'their' out of there. BREAK MY HEART.

Well I'm glad!

Since my dad is on his way, I am going to put down some prompts for you to pick up at your leisure over the next few days:

The First Photo Shoot After Their First Fuck

Brad Finds School!Nate Irresistible

Will Walt Ever Believe Ray is Truly Warm For His Hot Model Form?

Oh my goodness. You weren't kidding about seventeen!

Ha! That's only THREE so far!

Edited 2009-10-14 22:50 (UTC)

More than I expected! But they're good prompts. They'll give me something to chew over.

Ha. Well you don't have to write every one of them! I promise not to cry!

I feel like that's a challenge! Have at you!

amberlynne sent me here.

THAT IS ALL.

Oooops. Um, I'm a Kurt/Puck slasher. Sorry?

Hahahahaha no problem! In my small corner of the interwebz, I haven't met anyone who isn't a Rachel/Finn shipper. Until now. Maybe I'll check some of that Puck/Kurt out...

You're welcome to ask for anything else! It's not that I don't ship Rachel/Finn. I just figure that's going to happen at some point, and canon will be better than anything I can come up with.

So I thought to myself: ROMANCE NOVEL WRITING NATE! HOW GENIUS. Warning: crack.

Nate started writing under the pseudonym Natalie Edgewood when he was twenty-three. His sister had gotten the Idiot’s Guide to Writing Romance novels as a joke gift and Nate had wound up reading one night when he couldn’t sleep. Frankly he’d found he could probably write a better Idiot’s Guide, but it gave him a few ideas.

When his fifth novel won a RITA, it was a problem. Natalie Edgewood didn’t exist. Her bio on the inside flap was a complete fabrication. It said she lived in Portland, Oregon with her two cats, their temperamental parakeet, and her husband Jesse. Well, there were no cats, no Jesse, no parakeet—temperamental or otherwise, and Nate lived in Boston. The publishers didn’t want to unmask him, so they sent a hired actress in his place and said he could pretend to be Jesse.

He stayed up the night before puzzling over his acceptance speech, possibly longer than he had the night before he submitted his dissertation, before finally giving in and going to bed. The actress, her name was Sarah, was going to have to say it, not him.

They hired Sarah a bodyguard. It was a little silly, but apparently there was some cause for worry at these events. Nate wouldn’t know, he’d never gotten to do a signing. This was, in fact, going to be Natalie’s first public appearance. Nate sighed, looked down at the fake wedding band on his hand. It was perhaps getting a bit too complicated.

And it all went horribly, horribly wrong. The bodyguard got shot right outside the hotel after Sarah accepted Nate’s award and Nate and Sarah got stuffed into the back of a speeding van. His grandma had always said romance novels were purveyors of vicious disgusting filth and said that God was disappointed in his sisters when they read them. Nate supposed that God felt even worse about writing them. He sighed and tried to avoid being handled to roughly.

Sarah was a sobbing mess. Please, please, she kept whining. It was completely useless. Either they were dealing with insane people who wanted them dead and could not be deterred or they were dealing with insane people who wanted something specifically other than death and could not be deterred. He tried to tell her it was going to be okay. Which, all right, he knew that was a lie, but she was likely to give herself a heart attack and thus render any decision their attackers had in the matter completely null.

For two days, he endured being carted around as Jesse, Natalie Edgewood’s wooden husband, having his wrists tied to various things and being spoon-fed soy yoghurt which he hated while their attackers waited for whatever it was they wanted. At this point Nate was pretty sure it was not death. Somebody at the top seemed to be hoping to force the publishing press to publish their stuff by kidnapping one of its bestselling authors. It was all very strange.

Nate missed his bed, felt badly for Sarah who never stopped carrying on and hoped the insane attackers gave up their mad quest. Finally when he thought he was going to go quite mad, the door at the warehouse they were being held burst open and several black-swathed figures shoved in and started shooting people. Nate kind of thought watching that was worse than hanging out in an uncomfortable warehouse for two days. At least he’d be able to think of a few new ideas.

“You’re going to be fine,” one of the figures said, stopping before him and pulling off his mask. He was very tall. Nate supposed he would make a good romance hero. Nice cheekbones and good lips. That whole thing. He pulled out a knife to cut Nate loose from his bonds.

“Yes, well thank you, they weren’t planning to kill me,” Nate replied. “Now they’re all dead.”

A raucous voice yelled over the man’s shoulder, “OH SWEET! Does this one have Stockholm syndrome? I always wanted to see that.” A skinny man who Nate wasn’t quite sure should be allowed to handle high-caliber weapons bounced up, hair in horrible disarray from the ski-mask.

“Be assured, I am merely lamenting their wasteful death. Nobody deserves to die.”

“Who talks like that?” the skinny man said to the tall man, who smiled and replied. “Natalie Edgewood.”

Nate’s head jerked upwards. “How did—”

The tall man smiled, gestured at the screaming Sarah, and said, “Ray, can you deal with that?” He kept a careful hand on Nate’s elbow even though Nate assured he was fine, quite able to walk, he’d probably been treated better than most prison inmates.

Brad shut him up with a kiss, a sudden brush of his lips over Nate’s. Nate stared up at him, frozen in surprise.

“I always wanted to lay one on Natalie Edgewood.”

“I’m sorry,” Nate said, blinking up at him. “You’ve read them?”

Brad grinned, made a jerking off motion with his hand that caused the Ray person-thing to cackle, and then walked off to the waiting ambulance. Nate figured it was meant for him to go to the ambulance too, but he was still stuck on that hand gesture.

Edited 2009-10-15 01:41 (UTC)

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ALSO HE CAN'T SPELL

GO

Hahaha. I love that Nate's writing has affected his speech ridiculously. And Brad jerks off to romance novels!!!!!!!! ♥ Nate the romance novelist is AWESOME! \o/

AFTER YEARS OF CHASING DEMONS HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL SULFUR? SERIOUSLY?
ETA: I think you might have written that story already. GIMME A PROMPT FOR A PAIRING. I WANT TO WRITE WACKY AUS.

Edited 2009-10-15 03:11 (UTC)

Eee, that was fabulous! I love the lushness of this setting, Ray making the hooker joke (looool) and Brad looking like THAT *points to above pic* -- I just. *flappy hands of JOY*

Thank you! We'll just pretend that horrible J2 one doesn't exist! You're perfectly welcome to ask for a prompt btw. I like having lots of things to choose from!

I'm rereading it now and I'm surprised you don't kill me! It's so rushed and bad! Ask for something else?

Eeee really?? You are AWESOME! <333333

May I request Brad/Nate based on this:

It could be period!Brad or model!Brad in a photoshoot - whatever works for you. :D

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