moonlettuce: (Misc: Writing)
There seems to be much pouncing going on in my text messages. And arching. Pouncing and arching are apparently my thing...

Mag7 - Vin/JD )

Primeval - Nick/Stephen )

Primeval - Nick/Stephen v2 )

Tremors - Tyler/El Blanco )

Torchwood - Jack/Ianto )

Seriously, fear me if I have your mobile number ;)
moonlettuce: (Misc: Writing)
There seems to be much pouncing going on in my text messages. And arching. Pouncing and arching are apparently my thing...

Mag7 - Vin/JD )

Primeval - Nick/Stephen )

Primeval - Nick/Stephen v2 )

Tremors - Tyler/El Blanco )

Torchwood - Jack/Ianto )

Seriously, fear me if I have your mobile number ;)

Text Pr0n

Sep. 21st, 2007 12:09 am
moonlettuce: (Hairspray: Corny)
Completely Random Zac Efron/James Marsden Porn That Is Entirely [livejournal.com profile] seiyaharris's Fault
by Claire

So, this is what I spend my time texting people... )

Text Pr0n

Sep. 21st, 2007 12:09 am
moonlettuce: (Hairspray: Corny)
Completely Random Zac Efron/James Marsden Porn That Is Entirely [livejournal.com profile] seiyaharris's Fault
by Claire

So, this is what I spend my time texting people... )

Text Porn

Jul. 28th, 2007 07:42 pm
moonlettuce: (Bunny!Cabbage)
Because this is what I do when I have your phone number...

John/Rodney )

OT4 )

More John/Rodney )

Radek! (And John/Rodney) )

John/Rodney/Evan )

My wonderful Tremors guys )

I'm also entirely blaming [livejournal.com profile] alyse for the icon, as I started reading [livejournal.com profile] bunnycomic on a bounce from her LJ and got sucked in.

Text Porn

Jul. 28th, 2007 07:42 pm
moonlettuce: (Bunny!Cabbage)
Because this is what I do when I have your phone number...

John/Rodney )

OT4 )

More John/Rodney )

Radek! (And John/Rodney) )

John/Rodney/Evan )

My wonderful Tremors guys )

I'm also entirely blaming [livejournal.com profile] alyse for the icon, as I started reading [livejournal.com profile] bunnycomic on a bounce from her LJ and got sucked in.
moonlettuce: (Writing v2)
Post a list of your top five favourite fics you've written,regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

Got tagged by [livejournal.com profile] wesleysgirl, and then spent a good while trying to work out which five fics of mine I like the best. Two of them were a given, but the other three? More difficult to choose than I thought it would be.

Joyous fictive wonder under the cut... )

And making me chose just five was mean.

You, you, you, you and you, consider yourself tagged *grin*
moonlettuce: (Writing v2)
Post a list of your top five favourite fics you've written,regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

Got tagged by [livejournal.com profile] wesleysgirl, and then spent a good while trying to work out which five fics of mine I like the best. Two of them were a given, but the other three? More difficult to choose than I thought it would be.

Joyous fictive wonder under the cut... )

And making me chose just five was mean.

You, you, you, you and you, consider yourself tagged *grin*
moonlettuce: (Wet!Sheppard)
Text!fic, yay!

From [livejournal.com profile] ngaio:

John was wandering around the lab fiddling with things and pissing Rodney off. "What's this?" John asked, for what felt like the 40th time.

"It's a screwdriver."

"It doesn't look like a screwdriver to me," replied John. "How does it work?"

Rodney sighed a deep 'patient' sigh, "It's sonic."

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

In his more generous moments he couldn't help but sympathise with Hermiod. After all, McKay *was* pretty irresistible in a faintly - deeply - annoying sort of way. Sometimes he almost felt like patting the little grey fella on the back and telling him that even if he caught McKay he'd probably regret it.

But mostly he planned increasingly far-fetched and gory ways how to quietly and untraceably remove an Asgard from this plane of existence -- or any other. Maybe he could talk Rodney into building him a small nuclear bomb. Something big enough to strap a 5 ft alien on without losing too much aerodynamic flow...

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

Rodney waited silently. The trick, so John claimed, of successful hunting was not to find your prey but to find somewhere to wait where your prey would come to you. And then to take advantage of surprise. He settled back in his chair and started work again. It wasn't about hiding. Hiding defeated the purpose. It might take time, but he was in no hurry. Hours later there was a stir of movement in the otherwise empty lab. And Rodney smiled.
moonlettuce: (Wet!Sheppard)
Text!fic, yay!

From [livejournal.com profile] ngaio:

John was wandering around the lab fiddling with things and pissing Rodney off. "What's this?" John asked, for what felt like the 40th time.

"It's a screwdriver."

"It doesn't look like a screwdriver to me," replied John. "How does it work?"

Rodney sighed a deep 'patient' sigh, "It's sonic."

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

In his more generous moments he couldn't help but sympathise with Hermiod. After all, McKay *was* pretty irresistible in a faintly - deeply - annoying sort of way. Sometimes he almost felt like patting the little grey fella on the back and telling him that even if he caught McKay he'd probably regret it.

But mostly he planned increasingly far-fetched and gory ways how to quietly and untraceably remove an Asgard from this plane of existence -- or any other. Maybe he could talk Rodney into building him a small nuclear bomb. Something big enough to strap a 5 ft alien on without losing too much aerodynamic flow...

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

Rodney waited silently. The trick, so John claimed, of successful hunting was not to find your prey but to find somewhere to wait where your prey would come to you. And then to take advantage of surprise. He settled back in his chair and started work again. It wasn't about hiding. Hiding defeated the purpose. It might take time, but he was in no hurry. Hours later there was a stir of movement in the otherwise empty lab. And Rodney smiled.
moonlettuce: (JohnBarrowman)
So, while [livejournal.com profile] temaris and [livejournal.com profile] lost_house are dropping stuff off at the Park Hotel before picking me up, I thought I'd take the opportunity to clear the phone, so I can get more messages. And you know what that means? Yes! Text fic!

From [livejournal.com profile] katemonkey:

The TARDIS shimmered into being in the hotel. Jack stuck his head out. "Um..." The slashers' eyes gleamed in delight.

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

"We should have sex now," said Rodney.

John blinked. "I usually like to be wined and dined," he said, startled.

"Don't be ridiculous," Rodney said impatiently. "All this UST is playing havoc with my concentration."

"But!" said John.

"Oh please!" said Rodney, and threw him a powerbar. "There, eat. You've dined, can we get on with the sex now?"

John looked at the powerbar. Looked at Rodney. And grinned. And they fucked happily ever after.

One of mine:

"Don't do that," snapped Rodney as John started to sweep the papers off the desk.

John looked at him. "Rodney, if we're going to have sex on the desk then I need to move the things on it."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Well then pick them up carefully and place them over there in the exact same order they're in now."

"You know, you're really killing the spontaneity here," John muttered.

Rodney just grinned, waited until the desk was clear and pounced.

The end.

Another one of mine:

Jack looked at The Doctor. The nose was a bit smaller and the ears didn't stick out as much. Jack grinned. "So, still hung like a horse?" he asked.

The Doctor smirked as he grabbed Jack by the hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. "Let's find out." And so they did.

The end.
moonlettuce: (JohnBarrowman)
So, while [livejournal.com profile] temaris and [livejournal.com profile] lost_house are dropping stuff off at the Park Hotel before picking me up, I thought I'd take the opportunity to clear the phone, so I can get more messages. And you know what that means? Yes! Text fic!

From [livejournal.com profile] katemonkey:

The TARDIS shimmered into being in the hotel. Jack stuck his head out. "Um..." The slashers' eyes gleamed in delight.

From [livejournal.com profile] temaris:

"We should have sex now," said Rodney.

John blinked. "I usually like to be wined and dined," he said, startled.

"Don't be ridiculous," Rodney said impatiently. "All this UST is playing havoc with my concentration."

"But!" said John.

"Oh please!" said Rodney, and threw him a powerbar. "There, eat. You've dined, can we get on with the sex now?"

John looked at the powerbar. Looked at Rodney. And grinned. And they fucked happily ever after.

One of mine:

"Don't do that," snapped Rodney as John started to sweep the papers off the desk.

John looked at him. "Rodney, if we're going to have sex on the desk then I need to move the things on it."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Well then pick them up carefully and place them over there in the exact same order they're in now."

"You know, you're really killing the spontaneity here," John muttered.

Rodney just grinned, waited until the desk was clear and pounced.

The end.

Another one of mine:

Jack looked at The Doctor. The nose was a bit smaller and the ears didn't stick out as much. Jack grinned. "So, still hung like a horse?" he asked.

The Doctor smirked as he grabbed Jack by the hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. "Let's find out." And so they did.

The end.

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