And That's One Hundred Eighty Times

I got distracted writing other fic and am just now getting around to it, so if you want to prompt something in the timestamp meme now's your last chance!

Also I've been bad about remembering to mention stuff here when I post it at AO3 /o\. Stuff I've written lately:

In The Absence of Rules (Nicole/Spencer)
Nicole the wedding planner enjoys fighting with Spencer, the best man handling all the details of his friend's wedding, almost as much as she enjoys fucking him.

Things I Don't Know (Nicole/Spencer)
Nicole knows she doesn't want to get married yet; Spencer knows he doesn't have a thing for wearing women's clothing. And yet here they are, engagement rings on their fingers while Spencer tries on wedding dresses.

Also, lalejandra posted twitfic we wrote about Brendon slapping Spencer and Ian a lot: untitled brendon/spencer/ian nnngghh twitfic.

This isn't actually fic, as it has no plot and no point. Well, no, it has a point, the point was to be the fluffiest thing imaginable. Sequel/coda/whatever to Suddenly, Ducklings, wherein Spencer brings all six of Ian's pining-puppies home.

~1500 words. PG-13ish [there is non-explicit sex]. No plot, for real, just Spencer and Nicole and puppies.

( 'When she kicks you out for this,' Brendon says, glancing at the dog carrier in his hand, 'you can totally stay with me. Um, assuming Bogart likes the puppies. And I’m leaving in a couple weeks to go visit Ian, so.' )

And because this is my self-indulgent fluff, I can include pictures of the puppies if I want to.

( Mini Puppyspam )

The awesome sullen_hearts donated in my girlfriend's drive to help out with a giant vet bill, and as per my promise to people on my flist who donated, I've written her fic.

1327 words. R. No warnings.

( The house is bare and empty, but there’s sunlight everywhere and even with the walls unpainted and the furniture they’ve been buying for a year still in storage, it looks warm and cozy and absolutely perfect for Brendon and Nicole. )

Today is the best day, because it's mayqueen517's birthday, and she is the best lady. We must celebrate with porn. Empires porn! Sort of.

Set in my favorite head canon, where Empires + Jon + Panic + assorted other people all work in the sex industry. Jon produces porn, Tom is a fetish photographer, Ryan J & Sean are his usual models, Nicole Anderson is a brand new model, and Spencer Smith is a porno accountant (that is totally irrelevant to this fic, but it's such a good job title!).

973 words. Public-ish het fucking and brief mentions of rope bondage & chastity devices.

( hardcore fucking going on @ my place right now )

So this picture prompted a comment about Spencer going off to the office to keep Brendon in the lifestyle to which he'd become accustomed, and between that, a conversation about Spencer being into super high-end menswear, and my insatiable desire to stick Nicole Anderson into any conceivable universe, this not!fic about Spencer being incredibly wealthy and Brendon & Nicole being his hot trophy significant others was born.

No warnings, although the more pedantic among you might like to know that when I not!fic my grammar level is more "casual LJ commenter" than "writer".

( Spencer is a higher-up at, idk, Place Rich People Work, Inc., and he met Brendon when he went to get a haircut on Ryan’s recommendation (Ryan makes stupid hair decisions, but even the stupidest ones are cut well, and Spencer’s hated all the expensive stylists his bosses have recommended). )

quintenttsy has podficced (not!podficced? pod!notficced? podficnot!ficced?) this! Go check it out and tell her how awesome she is!

I wasn't ever going to finish this one because I had no story for it; I just wanted to read Kevin being a Guy in women's clothes and not having any gender identity weirdness about it, but I had no interest in writing about what it would have taken to get Kevin as I see him to that point.

No warnings.

( It's Joe who figures it out first, because Joe's a lot more perceptive than he looks, because Joe doesn't do that thing Nick does, their parents do, where he tells himself he's not seeing something if he doesn't want to see it. )

Apparently sometimes I think it's fun to write about Kevin even without pairing him with randoms. I think I abandoned this one because it was going to drift into preachy self-esteem-PSA territory.

No warnings.

( When Dad brings Kevin – any one of them – out to lunch, it's a Big Deal, 'cause Mom's the Friend who does lunches and shopping and stuff, and Dad's the Parent, and lunch means he's got something big to talk about and has to make absolutely sure Joe and Nick can't eavesdrop. )

IDK, I have a crossover addiction, and before I wandered into bandom I was sticking Kevin in the fandoms I flirted with between my old fandom and Disney RPF. The timeline here is super jumpy because I always intended to go back and fill in more detail; basically, Kevin & Ianto meet, fall in love, move in together, there is Gwen-and-Rhys-esque drama about Ianto not telling Kevin what his job is, Ianto eventually tells Kevin, there is mpreg using alien technology, and sometime after that Ianto dies of Torchwood.

Porn, light bondage, sex pollen, pre-mpreg.

( It wasn't that Kevin had a problem with their fans' enthusiasm, it was just that he'd always been a far more sedate person than either of his brothers, and had a much harder time adapting to the chaos. )