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This has been a year of many changes in life and in fandom. I was worried I would stop writing fan fic, or write a lot less of it, but I ended up writing differently instead. More RPS, the longest fic I have ever written, most of a novel, strange (for me) pairings, and new challenges. It's been a fantastic year for me in many ways, and I am pleased with how much I ended up writing in the end.

( the list! )

September has been a crazy month, and not at all the return to lots of writing time I envisioned for after my summer. But I did finish and post my longest fic ever, and two little ones besides, including another square on my schmoop bingo card, so I can't complain :)



All That Glitters Adam/Tommy RPS/Buffy crossover

Cool as Starlight on your Skin Sam/Dean

Heat me Up Adam/Tommy

I cannot believe how quickly the end of August and beginning of September have gone. I've been home ten days and still haven't finished unpacking. I have, however, added almost 11,000 words to my blackdress_adam story, making it over 25,000 words.

Despite spending a lot of August working on that, I also managed to post a few other things.

What Plot? Adam/Tommy/Tom Hardy (NC-17)

Be my Toy Adam/Tommy (NC-17)

and a couple of comment fics which I haven't gotten around to posting in my journal yet, so I will post them here. as always, this is all FICTION. I do not know any of the people whose personas are mentioned, and neither believe nor mean to imply that any of this actually happened.

Title: Up against a Wall
Pairing: Adam/men/walls
Words: 460
Rating: Adult
Summary: ...there's something about the prospect of a quick hard fuck up against a wall that gets his blood racing.

( Wall sex )



Title: Ain't no Party like a Twitter Party
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Words: ~800
Rating: NC-17
Enticements/Warnings: Playful bondage, rampant BSC
Summary: Adam decides to throw a twitter party because Tommy's all tied up.



"Oh my fucking god, Adam Lambert, if you touch that phone right now I am going to kill you." Tommy says it with conviction and he means every word. Unfortunately, as he's not in a position to carry out his threat, Adam just laughs and picks his phone up with an extra flourish.

This is the trouble with letting your boyfriend who likes to tease—okay, who knows you like to be teased—cuff your hands to the headboard.

Adam has been sitting between Tommy's spread thighs for the last half an hour, rubbing his legs, tracing feather-light fingertips over Tommy's hips and waist, pinching his nipples, tugging gently at his pubes, doing pretty much everything except touching his dick, which, as a result of all the lack of attention, is standing straight up against Tommy's belly, tracing little trails of precome as he twitches, trying to get Adam's fingers where he wants them.

Except now his fingers are busy on his stupid fucking phone screen.

"Seriously, Adam, what are you doing?"

"I thought it was time for a twitter party." Adam grins. Hugely. Like something out of a horror movie, if the monster was a really fucking hot rockstar with the most infuriating teasing grin on the planet.

"I hate you so. much."

"I know you do, baby. I hate you, too. With my whole heart." This time Adam's grin is tender, but he doesn't put down his phone.

Tommy jerks at the cuffs holding his hands above his head, and wraps his legs around Adam's waist and writhes, and he can see Adam glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, but Adam keeps scrolling through what must be the most insane @reply list ever. Tommy refuses to whimper, though he wants to. So fucking much. Adam's name might slip out, but it's not whining. Not really.

Minutes pass with Adam scrolling and then stopping to type, scrolling and stopping to type, and Tommy wants his dick to go soft, just to prove a point, but it won't. He's tense with want from his toes to his ribs, hips restless, cock twitching and bobbing like Adam's fingers on the screen are brushing it instead.

"Ohhh," Adam says, finally, looking at Tommy with one eyebrow raised. "Here's a good one: Is Tommy straight? Yes or No?"

"Fuck off."

"No really. Someone asked." No one person should have so many different grins. Seriously.

"Someone always asks. And you always say yes. Aren't they bored yet?"

Adam laughs. "Never, baby. You know that."

"What are you going to say?" Tommy wants not to care, but he does. There are good reasons for Adam to stick to the straight story. But it still hurts a little, like Adam's saying what they're doing here doesn't matter. No matter how much Tommy knows that isn't true.

"Well, you do have the straightest dick I've ever seen," Adam says, looking at Tommy's cock where it's pointing at his bellybutton.

It's Tommy's turn to laugh, though it sounds more frustrated than amused. "That's because I can jerk off with either hand. Doesn't get bent one way or the other."

"I'm not telling them you're ambidextrous. They'll jump to all sorts of conclusions."

"They won't be wrong."

Adam gives him another tender smile and winks. "I'm saying you're straight. Which, if I'm talking about your dick, is true." Adam finally touches the body part in question, and Tommy's hips jerk off the bed, his whole body convulsing in response. "I'll also say you're sensitive. And like looking pretty."

That is too much for Tommy and he starts laughing and can't stop. Until Adam puts his phone aside and swallows Tommy's cock without so much as a pause. The laughter dies on a wholly undignified squawk.

Adam pulls off once he's gotten Tommy's attention, not wanting to strain his throat on a concert night, but even without the deepthroating it's a phenomenal blow job. Just one of many reasons Tommy's decided sticking to straight is overrated.

When Tommy's close to coming Adam pulls away and starts jerking him off, kneeling between Tommy's legs, getting his own dick out so he's jerking both of them, and when they come there's no way of telling whose jizz is whose splattering Tommy's stomach. Which is kind of gross, and also one of the hottest things (in a long list of hot things) that Adam does.

Adam cleans him off with a corner of the sheet, which mostly just smears the come around, but then he unclips Tommy's wrists and wraps him up in one of his trademark Adam cuddles. Tommy would spend the rest of forever in Adam's arms if he could. And that, right there, is the biggest reason Tommy's not as straight as he used to be. Except for his dick, which he still jerks off with either hand. Only mostly now he's doing it when Adam feels like a show.

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I'm also seriously considering signing up for this:


The minimum word count is only 10,000 words and posting dates don't start until January. I can totally do that :D

I have been writing again this last week, and it's like heaven. I didn't actively miss it while I was busy road tripping, but getting back to it now makes me realize how much I missed it inside, where I wasn't paying attention. A lot of this month's words have been on the fic I'm writing for blackdress_adam but I've managed a few other fics too for my bingo cards.

Cake and Sodomy Adam/Tommy (adult)

Hammock Sam/Dean (pre-series adult)

Treasure more than Ruby-Red Lipstick Sutan Amrull and Tommy Ratliff (Adam/Tommy) (Adult)

Two days late is better than eleven :D

I started out this month feeling shy about my RPS fic, but apparently I got over that, because it's all posted on my journal now. And here it is. I failed yet again to finish my Sam/Dean fic :(

Who Doesn't like Girl on Girl? Adam/Tommy (teen)

Practice Makes Perfect Adam/Tommy (teen)

Hard but not Complicated Adam/Tommy (NC-17)
These three fics are all from my "Tour Bus 'verse".

Don't look back on yesterday Adam/Kris UST (teen)
this one is a time stamp from the Adam/Jensen fics in my Fucking is Fun 'verse but is also a stand-alone fic about media assumptions.

Apparently driving across the country seriously messes with your live journal routines. Who could have imagined such a thing? May was mmom month, and I was going to try to do all 31 days this year. I managed 15. On the plus side, I did a fic for every day I wasn't road tripping. So there's that.

Good for the Gander Sam/Jess Teen
The Jokes on You Sam/Dean Adult
Give me a Hand SPN Adult
Wanna See You Strut Adam Lambert/Tommy Adult
Blood Rising Kensi Blye (NCIS:LA) Teen
Does Not Fade to Gray Neal/Peter Adult
Secrets in the Back of your Mind Kirk/Spock Adult
By My Own Hand Trixie (Deadwood) Adult
And We Bury Heads in Sand Merlin/Arthur teen
Already on your Mind, Boy Jared, Jensen/Adam Adult
Bath Night Gwen/Morgana teen
Coffin Dancing Tim (Tim/Abby, NCIS) teen
Slippery Stuff Tommy Joe Ratliff Adult
Who's a Rude Boy? Adam Lambert Adult
Ocean's One Danny/Rusty Adult

I was having internet issues last night and LJ was having LJ issues, and I didn't post my end-of-the-month fic roundup. But here it is on May Day instead. (speaking of May Day, omg SO CUTE. Yesterday a whole class of kindergartners showed up with a little paper cone of flowers for me for May Day! I remember doing that when I was in kindergarten. They were PRECIOUS.)

My Bubble Dreams Jensen/Jensen's right hand, featuring Jensen Ackles/Adam Lambert, Jensen/Adam/Jared. NC-17 2400 words. Brunch and masturbation. Or: Jensen hates his life. ... At least there's bacon.

Snake Eyes and Déjà Vu Jensen/Adam NC-17 5500 words. "Some of Sandy's friends have a gig at a dive in the Valley tomorrow night and she said we'd go. You've gotta come with."

Crack it Open Adam/Tommy Ratliff R 750 words. It looked like a giant white jello shot.

The Night I met Drew Barrymore Brad Bell/Johnny Weir/Adam Lambert, Adam/Brad R 1200 words. Except later Brad somehow ends up in a corner of Adam's dressing room straddling Johnny Weir's lap.

Now I'm going to go flail some more about the fact that I have tickets to see Adam in Atlantic City!

oh! and plus, there was that whole thing where I finished my thesis!!!! :D

And then there were five! Which is kind of hilarious, because this was the month I felt like I couldn't write to save my life. IDEK.

Shadows of the World Appear Sam/Dean (NC17) Dean reckons surveillance skills are important for a hunter.

My Lady, Your Honour Gwen/Morgana (Teen) Morgana bets Arthur that he could not live the life a woman has to for even a week. She wins the bet and gets to decide the forfeit.

Flannel Sam/Dean (NC17) Sam still gets jealous sometimes. He can't help it.

A little bit of green OFC/OFC (Teen) She said her name was Sippy, and I should have known right then I was smitten.

Disco Rodeo Adam Lambert/Jensen Ackles (NC17) Jensen a little fascinated by the fact that he's pretty much cheek-to-cheek and chest-to-chest with a guy who has glitter spread from his eyelids across his temples and into his up-swept hair. Even more fascinating, Jensen thinks he might kind of like it.

Two femslash fics. This makes me happy. As does that I am still writing Sam/Dean, and that I had a great time with the silly-sexy-hotness that is Adam/Jensen. \o/ writing!

Two seems to be the magic number for 2010. this month there really should be three fics, but I am having trouble getting to the end of my second help_haiti fic. (I'm so sorry, littledrop!)

Be My Valentine 8000 words. Sam/Dean NC-17 Everyone should have the chance to go to a formal dance at least once in his life.

shiver, river, quiver 1800 words. Sam/Dean NC-17 Dean is always right there to protect his brother, no matter what.

I've managed a lot less work on my novel than I'd hoped, despite a positive meeting with my thesis adviser, though I think I have solved one of the problems I have been mulling over, so I suppose I've been doing work without writing. I've also done a fair amount of reading things like Charles Baxter's The Art of Subtext and less-useful things like Under the Dome. I still find my most useful writing days are the ones I spend in the cafe with skyblue_reverie. I think I need to figure out another thing to do like that each week. There's apparently a nice cafe owned by a friend of my mom's a couple of miles away. I'll have to try that out. That, and stop playing Plants vrs Zombies

New year, new beginnings. As the first half of this year is going to be spent a lot on my thesis, and the next part I plan to be traveling, I am curious how my fanfic is going to be affected. So I thought I would do a monthly fic roundup for myself, and figured I might as well post it, as I often like to see other people's. This has not been an epic month for fic.

Secret Place Inside my Head Sam/Dean. NC17. 6,000 words. Summary: Sam has a good reason not to get drunk. Grabby hands are one thing when your girlfriend thinks it's cute, but quite another when the person you want to be grabbing is your brother.

Three is the Magic Number RDJ/Kiefer Sutherland/Rob Lowe. NC17. 3,000 words. Summary: It's the late 80s. Robert and Kiefer are party hopping, and run into Rob Lowe. Sex, drugs, and sex ensue.

I've also written two chapters and four half chapters of my novel, and gotten a start on my fics for help_haiti. I've started a new routine of meeting skyblue_reverie once a week for an afternoon of writing and tea, and I've found that very helpful for my productivity. Moved into a new place, have an office set up, am trying to balance writing and new living arrangements. I also just signed up for SPN Big Bang. I think I need one of those What was I thinking?? icons, but we shall see! I'm very excited about it, in any case :D