Slashy Me

Title: The Truth of Consequences
Fandom: Lie to Me
Pairing: Eli/Jack Rader, Eli/Cal (sort of)
Rating: R
Author: nancy
Email: the_tenth_muse1@yahoo.com
Spoilers: to current
Warnings: angst, violence, language, casefic
Summary: Eli gets asked on a date and someone’s playing games but for once, it’s not Lightman.
Notes: All I know about hypnosis, brainwashing, and deception reading I learned from tv. In other words, take it all with a shaker of salt as it’s fiction, peoples! Also thanks to Juli for the insta-fb. :o)
More Notes: I noticed that this comm is primarily Cal/Gillian, but the group info says all pairings are welcome, so if slash isn't your thing, please don't read it.

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series spoilers, hence the hiding of ficlet.

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no 'cest, only vague spoilers for the first movie, no hiding.
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He never got to have what he wanted. Not ever. All the way back to being a kid, he gave everyone else what they wanted and got shit in return. No one ever put him first. He got used to it pretty early on and for the most part, it didn’t bother him. Life was life. Wasn’t anything anyone could do about it so he just made the best of bad situation after bad situation.

One thing he was good at was being other people. He knew how to show sides of himself that matched what the circumstances called for; what the people around him expected. He never got confused about who he was deep down, but he never really got to be who he was deep down, either.

And then everything changed. In the split seconds of a street fight. On the side of a highway. In the quarter mile from track to semi. Events moved too fast, even for a speed junkie like him. He went from basking in the sun of the other man’s attention and friendship, to out in the cold, to so very alone.

There’d been a few moments when he’d thought that just this once in his life things would go his way. He’d hoped for an outcome that had him sharing the other man’s life and bed and heart. He’d ached for it, let himself wish down to his toes that this time, things would be different.

It never was.

no spoilers, no 'cest, so no hiding. ;o)
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There were different kinds of dangerous...

The kind where someone waved a knife in your face for your wallet, or a bomb was ready to go off in three minutes and the bomb squad was five minutes away.

The times when a five car pile-up on the freeway narrowly avoids becoming six because you just, just barely manage to spin out of the way at the last second, heart thumping against your chest and adrenaline spiking through your body.

There was even the horror of a day when getting out of bed was just the wrong thing to do because there was a hostage situation at a school and you had to take down a fifteen year old kid no one knew was being abused. Or maybe they just hadn’t cared.

All those kinds of dangerous had nothing on the man with the shotgun striding through the last of the bodies of those who’d dared to take you captive. The ropes had just about cut off the circulation to your hands and legs, so when his bowie knife slices through them and he hauls you up, into his arms, all you can do is let him.

He breathes your name in your ear, “Carter,” love and need threaded through the word as he just stands there, cradling you.

The most dangerous thing of all right in front of your eyes the whole time and you’d never even noticed...love.

hiding for the 'cest and bad language. no real spoilers of recent seasons.


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hiding away the 'cest, but there's nothing graphic here. no real spoilers for either movie.

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gakked from kelly_girl who got it elsewhere. my results?


The Mindgamer

Everything is possible, nothing is ever really over.

Fanfiction is a creative outlet for you. You don't intentionally write it, it just happens. You find inspiration in several fandoms, but are not obsessed with only one.

You like to explore "what if" situations. What if this character had never made this very choice? What if this event had taken place sooner, never, elsewhere? What if these people had never met?

You are likely to write Alternative Universes, fan seasons or sequels and just follow your (sometimes pretty strange) plot bunnies.

who, moi? *bats eyelashes innocently*

Title: Time Out
Fandom: Dark Blue
Pairing: Dean/Carter
Rating: R
Author: nancy
Email: the_tenth_muse1@yahoo.com
Spoilers: August
Series: maybe?
Warnings: D/s implied, daddy!fic implied, language
Summary: Dean needs a time out after Carter's kidnapping.
Notes: thanks to Free for the cheerleading!

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so I noticed a new truck on my block at home and the license plate?

Bad Wlf!!

should I be worried? ;o)

I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and wound up scrubbing down the stove and counters, and doing a ton of dishes. my back hurts, but my kitchen is sparkly. :o)