WIP Meme: The Misc Fandoms Edition
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After the Stray Kids edition of this meme, here are the rest. Current mode is apparently 'writing everything at once' which means that whilst a lot of things are progressing they're not doing so very quickly.
I'm thinking of doing 'post something every day' for April to get back into the swing of things. But anyway, first this
WIP Meme: The Misc Fandoms Edition
MCR, Frank/Mikey With Kinky Benefits, ah yes one of the four shamefully late![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtrumpshate fics that covid derailed and that I've been trying to get back on track ever since. Currently at 3.7k, involves the boys as roommates and Mikey having a thing for wearing pretty panties and Frank having an unexpected thing for Mikey doing just that.
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He was just finishing up, tentatively pushing the head of the vacuum cleaner under Mikey’s bed when it made a distressed whine, something clearly blocking the end. Frank cursed and hit the power button with his foot, bending down to investigate what the problem was.
Something black and small was sucked part-way into the nozzle, covered in dust. Maybe a spare sock that Frank had missed in the darkness under Mikey’s bed. He pulled it free, shook off the dust bunnies, tossed the item onto the bed and resumed vacuuming.
It was only when he was finished, hoover neatly tucked away, that he picked it up again, intending to stuff it into Mikey’s laundry hamper. Whatever the scrap of fabric was, it didn’t feel like a sock, the material too sleek, almost silky, between Frank’s thumb and forefinger and was that… A scratch of… lace?
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MCR, Gerard/Mikey/Frank/Ray BDSM!AU Nonsense, the second of the owed FTH fics, sitting at 5.5k. The snippet below is Gerard/Mikey in case that's a think you want to avoid.
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“Do you want to hurt?” Gerard asks, pulling his hand back finally, reluctantly. He doesn’t think that’s why Mikey is here, not this early on the tour.
Mikey shakes his head, then confirms out loud before Gerard has to remind him about it. God, he’s good. “No,” Mikey says. His voice is low, his lips dry, cracked. “Not tonight.”
Gerard nods, smoothing Mikey’s hair off his face, fisting it just hard enough to keep him still. “Do you want to come?” Gerard asks.
“Yes,” Mikey says. “Don’t let me.”
***
Grimm, Nick/Monroe Pretend Couple Fluff, third in the series of my failures, this is at~ 6k and involves ticking off a ton of 'undercover as a couple tropes' as we progress. Like this one, a classic for a reason.
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The cabin was… Well, it was small. Tastefully decorated and boasting a fancy coffee maker, a widescreen TV and free wi-fi for sure, but there was no getting away from the fact that all of that was squeezed into one tiny kitchen-living area. Two doors led from the main room, one to a small but perfectly functional bathroom, and another to…
“Ah,” Nick said, pausing on the threshold of the bedroom, his suitcase dangling in one hand. “Uh.”
Monroe’s own case almost slipped from his suddenly numb fingers when he peered over Nick’s shoulder to see what had caught his attention. It was easy to spot.
Like everything in the cabin, the bedroom was what could generously be describe as cosy. There was a built-in wardrobe on one wall, a wood-framed mirror on the other, and barely enough floorspace to walk around a queen-sized bed. A bed. As in, singular.
“Well, it is a couples’ resort,” Monroe said, aiming for nonchalance. “Would be weird if there were separate beds.” Not that he hadn’t quite made the connection until right this minute either.
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Guardian, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan Curse Fic, yep, yep, fourth and final in the series of Kat Pull Your Fucking Finger Out. This is only at 1.7k
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Zhao Yunlan settled for waving his arms around again and giving the Envoy his most frustrated ‘get me the hell out’ expression. It seemed to work. There was a brief flash of something like embarrassment on his face – or what little of it was visible – and then the Black Cloaked Envoy reached out and laid his hand flat against the barrier. It shimmered but didn’t break. He made a sort of ‘come on’ gesture at Zhao Yunlan with his other hand, pointing at him and then at his own hand.
Zhao Yunlan frowned, not sure what… Oh! Oh, alright. A bit… Weird – intimate, his mind suggested – but alright. Slowly, he lifted his own hand and pressed it against the Envoy’s, palm to palm with only the strange, transparent substance separating them.
Except then the Black Cloaked Envoy said something, and the dome around Zhao Yunlan rippled like a lake in a breeze and vanished.
And then it was just Zhao Yunlan and the Lord of Dixing-re, standing really, really close to each other, all but holding hands.
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Hustlers (the 2019 film, which I would recommend) Destiny/Ramona post-canon fic. God, I wrote most of this in the immediate aftermath of seeing the movie like, ugh three years ago, and then have been picking up it intermittently since. It's sitting at 4.2k and I can almost see the finish line.
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“Thanks for waiting,” Ramona says.
Destiny lifts her gaze and takes in Ramona’s familiar features. There are maybe a couple of new faint lines in the corners of her eyes, but otherwise she looks the same; flawless but in a way that still manages to be approachable, alive.
“It’s nothing.” Destiny shrugs, her reply quick and automatic. She tries a smile on for size but it comes out wobbly.
“It’s not nothing.” Ramona is serious now, the cake abandoned between them. She hesitates for a moment and then reaches over, placing her hands over Destiny’s where they are still wrapped around the coffee cup. “I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again,” she says.
“I didn’t either.”
Ramona inhales sharply, the words hitting their mark. Destiny hadn’t said them to hurt, but she can’t regret them either, not when they are the truth.
Not the whole truth though. She turns her hands and grabs hold of Ramona’s before she has a chance to withdraw.
“But I missed you,” she says. Simple as that.
***
Expanse BDSM!AU Alex/Amos, written entirely for personal reasons... This stands at 3k
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Amos Burton is born a sub and for the first thirty something years of his life he makes everyone else pay for it. He is not gentle or agreeable as a boy, and he does not grow into a graceful or compassionate man.
At the Baltimore Institute for the Unclaimed, Amos bites the hand that strokes his hair and goes without food for it, rising from his knees as soon as the House Mother leaves the room. They can call him a 'good boy' all they want but he can smell the lie, nothing but rot and emptiness behind the words. It's a cheap trick to get him to comply with rules made by people who only want an easy life, who don't care for Amos or kids like him. He racks up enough punishments to earn a small 'm' and a question mark next to his intake records, which isn't exactly wrong per se, just not the motivation.
By fifteen he's traded in enough favours to know how to erase not just the mockery of the 'm?' but also his entire file. It's amazing how many people are willing to pay for pretend. He's not even good at it, not yet.
He learns fast, once he's out. Turns out, hunger's a better teacher on the streets than it was at the Institute.
Amos knows what to do, the Institute made sure of that. Daily practice of forms was age appropriate of course, but after the classes finished, the older kids and some of the attendees provided the kind of applied lessons you either attended or you cried and attended.
Amos isn't much of a crier.
It's a pity really, as some people pay extra for that.
***
Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF, Shane/Ryan Camping Nonsense, 2k
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Shane is still staring at the booth contents silently. Ryan tries not to fidget but it’s hard. It’s completely normal to take your best friend on a surprise camping trip for his birthday but not on his birthday. Just the two of you. Alone. Because that’s what best friends do, right? It’s nothing… unusual. The fact that one of you is in love with the other one has absolutely no bearing on it at all and should therefore be entirely unobservable and unremarked on.
Ryan certainly is not going to remark on it. He’s kept his mouth shut about it so far and will continue to do so, thank you very much.
“What is it?” he asks, when the silence has stretched on for too long for him to handle. “Did I forget something?” He frowns at their equipment. “The guy at the store assured me that this was—”
The rest of his sentence is muffled by Shane’s jacket as he’s suddenly spun around, Shane’s long arms wrapping themselves around him in a… Well, it’s definitely a hug. Ryan hides his grin in Shane’s chest and leans into it. Shane’s not the most huggy guy around so Ryan doesn’t get many of these. Tentatively he pats Shane on the back.
“I take it you like it then,” he says.
“Ryan.” Shane’s pushing him off but only to arm’s length, hands still clutching Ryan’s shoulders as he peers down at him. The grin he’s wearing is brighter than the sun. “You do know there are bears here, right?”
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There are some other ficbits floating around but they are all super short
***
After the Stray Kids edition of this meme, here are the rest. Current mode is apparently 'writing everything at once' which means that whilst a lot of things are progressing they're not doing so very quickly.
I'm thinking of doing 'post something every day' for April to get back into the swing of things. But anyway, first this
WIP Meme: The Misc Fandoms Edition
MCR, Frank/Mikey With Kinky Benefits, ah yes one of the four shamefully late
fandomtrumpshate fics that covid derailed and that I've been trying to get back on track ever since. Currently at 3.7k, involves the boys as roommates and Mikey having a thing for wearing pretty panties and Frank having an unexpected thing for Mikey doing just that.Snippet
He was just finishing up, tentatively pushing the head of the vacuum cleaner under Mikey’s bed when it made a distressed whine, something clearly blocking the end. Frank cursed and hit the power button with his foot, bending down to investigate what the problem was.
Something black and small was sucked part-way into the nozzle, covered in dust. Maybe a spare sock that Frank had missed in the darkness under Mikey’s bed. He pulled it free, shook off the dust bunnies, tossed the item onto the bed and resumed vacuuming.
It was only when he was finished, hoover neatly tucked away, that he picked it up again, intending to stuff it into Mikey’s laundry hamper. Whatever the scrap of fabric was, it didn’t feel like a sock, the material too sleek, almost silky, between Frank’s thumb and forefinger and was that… A scratch of… lace?
***
MCR, Gerard/Mikey/Frank/Ray BDSM!AU Nonsense, the second of the owed FTH fics, sitting at 5.5k. The snippet below is Gerard/Mikey in case that's a think you want to avoid.
Snippet
“Do you want to hurt?” Gerard asks, pulling his hand back finally, reluctantly. He doesn’t think that’s why Mikey is here, not this early on the tour.
Mikey shakes his head, then confirms out loud before Gerard has to remind him about it. God, he’s good. “No,” Mikey says. His voice is low, his lips dry, cracked. “Not tonight.”
Gerard nods, smoothing Mikey’s hair off his face, fisting it just hard enough to keep him still. “Do you want to come?” Gerard asks.
“Yes,” Mikey says. “Don’t let me.”
***
Grimm, Nick/Monroe Pretend Couple Fluff, third in the series of my failures, this is at~ 6k and involves ticking off a ton of 'undercover as a couple tropes' as we progress. Like this one, a classic for a reason.
Snippet
The cabin was… Well, it was small. Tastefully decorated and boasting a fancy coffee maker, a widescreen TV and free wi-fi for sure, but there was no getting away from the fact that all of that was squeezed into one tiny kitchen-living area. Two doors led from the main room, one to a small but perfectly functional bathroom, and another to…
“Ah,” Nick said, pausing on the threshold of the bedroom, his suitcase dangling in one hand. “Uh.”
Monroe’s own case almost slipped from his suddenly numb fingers when he peered over Nick’s shoulder to see what had caught his attention. It was easy to spot.
Like everything in the cabin, the bedroom was what could generously be describe as cosy. There was a built-in wardrobe on one wall, a wood-framed mirror on the other, and barely enough floorspace to walk around a queen-sized bed. A bed. As in, singular.
“Well, it is a couples’ resort,” Monroe said, aiming for nonchalance. “Would be weird if there were separate beds.” Not that he hadn’t quite made the connection until right this minute either.
***
Guardian, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan Curse Fic, yep, yep, fourth and final in the series of Kat Pull Your Fucking Finger Out. This is only at 1.7k
Snippet
Zhao Yunlan settled for waving his arms around again and giving the Envoy his most frustrated ‘get me the hell out’ expression. It seemed to work. There was a brief flash of something like embarrassment on his face – or what little of it was visible – and then the Black Cloaked Envoy reached out and laid his hand flat against the barrier. It shimmered but didn’t break. He made a sort of ‘come on’ gesture at Zhao Yunlan with his other hand, pointing at him and then at his own hand.
Zhao Yunlan frowned, not sure what… Oh! Oh, alright. A bit… Weird – intimate, his mind suggested – but alright. Slowly, he lifted his own hand and pressed it against the Envoy’s, palm to palm with only the strange, transparent substance separating them.
Except then the Black Cloaked Envoy said something, and the dome around Zhao Yunlan rippled like a lake in a breeze and vanished.
And then it was just Zhao Yunlan and the Lord of Dixing-re, standing really, really close to each other, all but holding hands.
***
Hustlers (the 2019 film, which I would recommend) Destiny/Ramona post-canon fic. God, I wrote most of this in the immediate aftermath of seeing the movie like, ugh three years ago, and then have been picking up it intermittently since. It's sitting at 4.2k and I can almost see the finish line.
Snippet
“Thanks for waiting,” Ramona says.
Destiny lifts her gaze and takes in Ramona’s familiar features. There are maybe a couple of new faint lines in the corners of her eyes, but otherwise she looks the same; flawless but in a way that still manages to be approachable, alive.
“It’s nothing.” Destiny shrugs, her reply quick and automatic. She tries a smile on for size but it comes out wobbly.
“It’s not nothing.” Ramona is serious now, the cake abandoned between them. She hesitates for a moment and then reaches over, placing her hands over Destiny’s where they are still wrapped around the coffee cup. “I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again,” she says.
“I didn’t either.”
Ramona inhales sharply, the words hitting their mark. Destiny hadn’t said them to hurt, but she can’t regret them either, not when they are the truth.
Not the whole truth though. She turns her hands and grabs hold of Ramona’s before she has a chance to withdraw.
“But I missed you,” she says. Simple as that.
***
Expanse BDSM!AU Alex/Amos, written entirely for personal reasons... This stands at 3k
Snippet
Amos Burton is born a sub and for the first thirty something years of his life he makes everyone else pay for it. He is not gentle or agreeable as a boy, and he does not grow into a graceful or compassionate man.
At the Baltimore Institute for the Unclaimed, Amos bites the hand that strokes his hair and goes without food for it, rising from his knees as soon as the House Mother leaves the room. They can call him a 'good boy' all they want but he can smell the lie, nothing but rot and emptiness behind the words. It's a cheap trick to get him to comply with rules made by people who only want an easy life, who don't care for Amos or kids like him. He racks up enough punishments to earn a small 'm' and a question mark next to his intake records, which isn't exactly wrong per se, just not the motivation.
By fifteen he's traded in enough favours to know how to erase not just the mockery of the 'm?' but also his entire file. It's amazing how many people are willing to pay for pretend. He's not even good at it, not yet.
He learns fast, once he's out. Turns out, hunger's a better teacher on the streets than it was at the Institute.
Amos knows what to do, the Institute made sure of that. Daily practice of forms was age appropriate of course, but after the classes finished, the older kids and some of the attendees provided the kind of applied lessons you either attended or you cried and attended.
Amos isn't much of a crier.
It's a pity really, as some people pay extra for that.
***
Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF, Shane/Ryan Camping Nonsense, 2k
Snippet
Shane is still staring at the booth contents silently. Ryan tries not to fidget but it’s hard. It’s completely normal to take your best friend on a surprise camping trip for his birthday but not on his birthday. Just the two of you. Alone. Because that’s what best friends do, right? It’s nothing… unusual. The fact that one of you is in love with the other one has absolutely no bearing on it at all and should therefore be entirely unobservable and unremarked on.
Ryan certainly is not going to remark on it. He’s kept his mouth shut about it so far and will continue to do so, thank you very much.
“What is it?” he asks, when the silence has stretched on for too long for him to handle. “Did I forget something?” He frowns at their equipment. “The guy at the store assured me that this was—”
The rest of his sentence is muffled by Shane’s jacket as he’s suddenly spun around, Shane’s long arms wrapping themselves around him in a… Well, it’s definitely a hug. Ryan hides his grin in Shane’s chest and leans into it. Shane’s not the most huggy guy around so Ryan doesn’t get many of these. Tentatively he pats Shane on the back.
“I take it you like it then,” he says.
“Ryan.” Shane’s pushing him off but only to arm’s length, hands still clutching Ryan’s shoulders as he peers down at him. The grin he’s wearing is brighter than the sun. “You do know there are bears here, right?”
***
There are some other ficbits floating around but they are all super short
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on 2023-03-27 09:28 pm (UTC)I won't lie, I was considering that you might have forgotten the auction fics, but clearly not 😅
Waiting patiently and excitedly for the mcr ones!
Also -- have you been following their tour? There have been some *excellent* new pictures.
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on 2023-03-28 06:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, i've seen pics, extremely happy that Gerard is living his best life with his wardrobe choices :D
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