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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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(plus ASkars)

OR, something based on this icon:

Edited 2009-10-14 22:04 (UTC)

The first time Bruce Wayne met Alex it was at a society function. He’d broken two ribs and the second and third metatarsals on his left hand two days before. He was in a horrible mood, possibly deepened by a fever headache, but Alfred insisted he had to attend. So he’d put on the new John Varvatos suit they’d had tailored to fit him and that he secretly thought made his neck look big, hopped in a smashing red Tesla Roadster he’d bought, because if Alfred wouldn’t let him drive around in a Prius he could certainly have in the next best thing, and grinned like his face had been botoxed that way.

“Oh you really must meet Alexander!” Sabina, the hostess was telling him. “He’s an actor, you know, on that HBO show True Blood. Man’s an absolute laugh riot. Don’t know how I ever persuaded him to come.”

Bruce kind of agreed with the later statement, but his lips curled up sweetly and he said some flattering comment he’d be throwing up for days over. He was absolutely sure he did not want to meet Alexander. He never wanted to meet people at these events. The last person he’d wanted to meet at these events had half his face burnt off and then went mad. That seemed to happen a lot. He tried not to sigh as she led him over to a man holding court in the corner.

He was very tall, this Alexander. Bruce did not like having to look up to meet his eyes. He was also quite drunk. Charmingly drunk, Sabina would probably say. Bruce just saw it as uncontrollable excess. But he unfurled the smile and held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure,” he said shaking Alexander’s hand.

“And you Mr. Wayne, I’ve heard quite a lot,” he replied. His accent barely tinged the corner of his words, but Bruce who didn’t know anything about him beyond the True Blood business, was quite sure he was Scandinavian.

Sabina left him them to go talk to somebody else and a bottle-blonde debutante barely out of her teens waltzed up, flirting wickedly with Alexander and batting her eyelashes at Bruce. Bruce did his best to be charming and at the first available moment turned slightly to watch the crowd, which as a testament to how boring the conversation was, was far more interesting than the current gossip in Los Angeles. After a moment jailbait debutante swept off to bother somebody else and Alexander turned to him.

“You don’t like parties, do you?” It was more of observation than a question.

Bruce blinked and made a face. “Please, what makes you say that?”

Alexander snorted, took another sip of his wine and said, “That tie makes your neck look big.” Bruce arched a brow. Alexander smiled back, one half of his mouth quirking up higher than the rest. “But the rest is pretty good.”

This time it was Bruce’s turn to snort. “I hope you have a lovely night.”

Alex said with a grin around a mouthful of wine, “Oh, I shall.”

Bruce turned away and rolled his eyes. He resolved to feign deafness the next time he came to Sabina’s parties, surely a trap and skeet accident could be engineered. Ugh, if only Bruce Wayne weren’t in his own small pathetic way necessary. Sure that he would never see Alexander again, he didn’t think anymore about him.

That was his first mistake.

*

Expect Brokeback the Musical tomorrow, along with more of ASkars/Batman. Saying that pairing aloud is actually one of my chief pleasures right now.

OMG THIS IS

Yeah, we've been bouncing it around for a few months now. I was sort of like is there any person in the world who could actually HANDLE Batman? ASKARS!

YES! SO AWESOME!

sparky77 and I have kicked around a Nate-as-a-Batmanish superhero that seduces a black-leather-catsuit-wearing Brad out of his life of crime, with cameos by Walt and Ray as their respective sidekicks. Mostly, we just wanted Brad in the catsuit. *G*

OHMYGOD! That sounds really awesome. If there was a Brad-in-a-catsuit action figure, I would totally buy one. Nate would be all righteous and find Brad with his hand in the jewelry case and they'd fight and have passionate angry floor sex in the middle of the jewelry store.

YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Oh, oh I am so looking forward to more if there is some and SJZHGFSKJGFDHL THE TIE MAKES HIS NECK LOOK BIG AND ALEXANDER AND BRUCE YAY!!

The football team made fun of Puck for weeks. Kept calling him Heath Ledger and shouting, “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!” whenever he walked into a room. He was unsure of how the other guys on the team and the glee club were escaping the treatment, but Finn kept saying karma and then stealing Puck’s slushie. Either way it was really, really aggravating. He’d only seen Brokeback Mountain the one time and he didn’t remember any of it, so at least he could point out they knew it better than he did. But it was small comfort when the entire defensive line made kissy noises when he passed, he thought he might kill someone.

Kurt was staring at the parade, frozen at his locker, trying to hide a smile. Puck looked back at him, stone-faced. Their tight end was singing, “Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Gay with Each Other,” and the irony was not lost on Puck. Puck the master of schoolyard taunting knew he couldn’t say quit it or they’d only get worse. The silent treatment hadn’t been working, so he’d have to up the ante. As they walked past Kurt he had an idea.

Awkwardly turning to face the other boy, he hooked a hand around Kurt’s waist and thrust him gently back into the locker, swooping in for a kiss over Kurt’s wide red mouth. Kurt struggled in surprise for a moment, but when Puck pressed more of his body into him, Kurt moaned and sagged back against the locker. It was Kurt’s first kiss. Puck could tell and he swept their tongues together, raising a hand to cup Kurt’s jaw. Kurt made that sound again, the one that made heat flare up Puck’s spine, and raised up on his tiptoes to push further into it. Okay, this was getting a little too real. Puck smiled, appreciating Kurt’s interest, and broke away.

He looked back at the football team who’d been watching him make out with another guy and blinked. “Oh, you’re still here?” They stared at him, mouth open. “Well, you kept going on about it, so I thought I’d try it.”

Kurt was staring at him in confusion and Puck shrugged his shoulders. He knew what he should say. That it was terrible. That was how he’d get the team back, imply they’d all been fucking each other and liking it, while he, Puck, the lone and pure hetero had better things to do. But the look on Kurt’s face. He’d seen it a million times, but not after sticking his tongue in someone’s mouth. He tightened his hand around Kurt’s hip and said, “This one needs practice.” And then he pulled away completely and walked off down the hall. Kurt looked like he wanted to murder him, but Puck could take that. He really didn’t think he could stand betrayed.

Awwww! Referencing Pansy Division/Willie Nelson FTW!!

Oh Puck, he knows exactly the right way to solve his problems. :D :D

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