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This is my home for my fics. If you want to see my regular journal, it can be found at ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) calli_thaala. Most everything is unlocked, but I do flock unbeta'd and otherwise in progress and thus unreleased stuff. I reserve the right to go back and lock a few things that were available before should I look at them and decide they're not up to the point where I want to share them on comms and such, be it because I would like to have more parts to them or because I think they need more work. I'm not going to lock them from people who are friended because I do want feedback on them, but I'd like to... know who's reading them, I guess? So, if you friend this journal, I'll friend you back. Just comment here and I'll add you. ^-^ |
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May. 22nd, 2017 @ 07:41 pm
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Ok, I've given this some thought and I've decided to change my stance on something over here: I've decided to start friending people back. But there's more to it than just that. I've decided to flock unbeta'd and otherwise in progress and thus unreleased stuff as well as any adult stuff. I am going to go back and lock a few things that were available before because I don't consider them up to the point where I want to share them on comms and such, be it because I would like to have more parts to them or because I think they need more work. I'm not going to lock them from people who are friended because I do want feedback on them, but I'd like to... know who's reading them, I guess? So from now on, if you friend this journal, I'll friend you back. Just comment here and I'll add you. ^-^
cross-posted to calli_thaala
addendum: if, for some reason, LJ isn't working right, things are also stashed over here.Current Music: "Resident Writer" - The Cooper Temple Clause |
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Never Stop
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Aug. 1st, 2007 @ 01:35 pm
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"Never Stop"
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: NC-17, I guess, though it's more a.... okay, yeah, it is.
Warnings: Bumsex.
Beta: purplemoocow
Word Count: 1330
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Fade Away - 02
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Jul. 12th, 2007 @ 11:59 pm
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"Fade Away" 02
Pairing: Pete/Carl, though that's not the point
Rating: G
Beta: graeae
Word Count: 84
"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice broken even on the voice mail, "but you're done. You're killing yourself and you're dragging me and Gary and John and the band down with you and I love you, but I can't allow you to do that. You had your chance and fucked it up and now you've got to go. Don't bother calling back about this, there's nothing you can say to change my mind. I've made my decision. Some things are just more important than eternity."
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Slide Away - Chapter 3
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Jul. 12th, 2007 @ 12:42 am
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"Slide Away" Chapter 3
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: At least PG-13, though this part is, again, fairly G, I think. NC-17.
Warnings: Violence and bumsex. Mixed. You have been warned.
Beta: none officially, yet, though graeae did give it a read through.
Word Count: 2707
Notes: This is an AU set a few months from now in the future. It's my first serious attempt at a multi-chapter serious AU, so any and all comments and suggestions and such are greatly appreciated. The first part can be read here and the second part can be read here. I'm terribly sorry this took so much longer than previously promised, but it's much longer than I'd thought it would be (as in about the length of the previous two parts put together) and contains fight!sex, so hopefully I will be forgiven for the delay. *puppy dog eyes*
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"Saint Anthony's Virtue" Part 2 of 4
Pairing: Didz/Stan
Rating: PG or whatever for language, as always, though overall this will be NC-17
Genre: First Time fic, eventually. For the moment it's a bit angsty then happy? I'm so crap at genre.
Beta: graeae, who is responsible for the title. *loffs and appreciates*
Word Count: 1084
Notes: This is set in the early days of DPT. It was started for evilmastermind who requested a Didz/Stan piece for when she got back to the internet. I hope this meets her expectations. *G* I'm posting the first two parts together 'cos they're done and I'm going out of town tomorrow morning for fourth of July family-related stuff, but the rest will most likely come shortly after I get back. On to the fic!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
"Stan!"
Anthony spun around, glaring angrily when he saw who it was. "Fuck off."
"No can do," Didz replied, easily slinging an arm around Anthony's shoulder. He tried to shrug it off, but Didz's grip was stronger than it looked. "We're under instructions to work it out or not bother coming back."
"He didn't really say -" Anthony began, disbelief evident in his tone.
"No," Didz admitted. "But he might as well have because we're not going back until we do. Now, what's wrong?"
"What do you care anyway?" Anthony asked sullenly.
"You're stressing everyone out," Didz replied matter-of-factly. "Carl's especially worried -"
"Oh, I see how it is," Anthony grumbled bitterly. "Carl's worried so we have to fix it because we can't have Carl being upset, now can we? You're so obsessed with Carl that -"
"Is that what this is all about?" Didz asked. He'd stopped, mouth falling open in surprise. "You think I'm... with Carl?"
"Of course you are!" Anthony practically yelled. "You're always hanging on him and touching him and... it's disgusting the way you're always all over him!"
"You're jealous," Didz murmured disbelievingly.
"I am not," Anthony denied, but the blush staining his cheeks told another story. "I just... he doesn't need that right now. And don't think I don't know about your little plan."
"Plan?" Didz asked, frowning in confusion. "What plan?"
"Your plan to get Carl alone and..." Anthony shook his head. "Look, I heard you and Gary earlier."
"You heard that?" It was now Didz's turn to blush.
"Yeah, I did!" Anthony replied, confidence growing at Didz's reaction.
"Well... fuck... but... how much did you hear?" Didz asked nervously.
"Enough to know Gary thinks you shouldn't. And he's right - it's too soon after that mess with Peter."
"What does Doherty have to do with -" Didz's eyes widened comically. "You thought we were talking about Carl?"
"Of course," Anthony replied, suddenly uncertain. There was a brief pause before he asked, "Weren't you?"
"No. No no no no no..." Didz suddenly reached out and pulled Anthony into a tight hug. He released him just as quickly, but kept his hands on his shoulders as he spoke. "Listen to me, Anthony. I'm not saying some part of me doesn't fancy Carl. I think everyone does, to some degree. Well, maybe not Gary," he laughed, "but everyone else seems to. Even you," he gave him a look which forestalled any objections on Anthony's part. "But he isn't worth it. I mean, he's a mate, but I'm not the calm rock he needs. It's why he and Annalisa work so well - she's a good balance for him. It would never ever work between us since I can't give him what he needs. I know that, just as you know you can't, Tim knows he can't, and Peter needs to learn he can't."
Anthony opened his mouth to deny it, but he knew Didz was right, even if he wasn't quite ready to admit it yet, so instead he asked, "Then who were you and Gary talking about?"
Didz fidgeted, stepping away nervously. "It's not important," he mumbled, not meeting Anthony's eyes. "Come on, we should get back to practice before they come looking for us."
"No," Anthony replied, grabbing his arm. "Tell me. Please. I know I don't know as many people as you guys do, but maybe there's some way I can help." He felt terribly guilty about having so misjudged the situation, and now he wanted to make it up to him. Didz's laughter came as quite a surprise to him, prompting Anthony to drop his hand as he self-consciously asked, "What?"
"Nothing," Didz said, shaking his head in amusement.
"No, it's not nothing," Anthony pressed. "What are you laughing at?"
"You," Didz answered, smiling fondly at him.
"What about me?" Anthony demanded, brow knitted in confusion.
"For someone who spends all his time watching others, you're really unobservant, aren't you?" Didz asked as he slung an arm around Anthony's neck. "But I guess we'll keep you anyway." He pulled him down to kiss the side of his head before letting go and turning and starting back in the direction of the studio. "Really this time, we need to get back before they organise their search party."
"But," Anthony started to protest, but he was already half a block away. "Didz!"
"Stan!" came the mimicking reply, and Anthony couldn't help but grin. He shook his head and hurried to catch up. When he reached him, he leaned heavily upon Didz, laughing as they both stumbled forward. Didz shoved him playfully before taking off running. Anthony smirked and followed suit, intent on beating him back.
They rounded the last corner, still jostling for position when they caught sight of Carl and Gary leaning against the wall, a small pile of cigarette butts betraying their impatience. Anthony and Didz composed themselves and continued on in a more sedate manner until finally coming to a stop in front of the others. They looked like a pair of school boys caught misbehaving, faces ducked to hide grins and elbows occasionally venturing out to try and break the other's composure.
Carl stared at them through the rest of his cigarette, finally speaking as he threw the remains to the ground. "Did you sort it out?"
"Yeah, we did," Didz replied, pulling Anthony close and ruffling his hair. Anthony for his part grinned and tried to duck away only to succeed in getting himself caught in a headlock. Didz took that as an invitation to mess with him even more, and a few minutes later saw a victorious Didz perched atop Anthony's back. Carl snorted, but his eyes were crinkled in suppressed amusement as he turned and grabbed the door handle.
"Inside, the lot of you!" He barked with mock sternness. "How you expect to et anything done when fooling around like a bunch of hooligans like this I'll never know. The things I put up with..."
Didz grinned and slid from Anthony's back, laughing as the other straightened with an exaggerated groan. He caught Gary's questioning gaze and shook his head. He walked over, draping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close to admit, "You were right. He needs more time."
"Who does?" Anthony asked, frowning as they broke into laughter. "No, really - you guys!" but they had already disappeared through the door. Anthony followed them, determinedly promising himself he would keep watching Didz until he'd figured it out.
On to Part 3
Jul. 3rd, 2007 @ 01:41 am
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"Saint Anthony's Virtue" Part 1 of 4
Pairing: Didz/Stan
Rating: PG or whatever for language, as always, though overall this will be NC-17
Genre: First Time fic, eventually. For the moment it's a bit angsty then happy? I'm so crap at genre.
Beta: graeae, who is responsible for the title. *loffs and appreciates*
Word Count: 1122
Notes: This is set in the early days of DPT. It was started for evilmastermind who requested a Didz/Stan piece for when she got back to the internet. I hope this meets her expectations. *G* I'm posting the first two parts together 'cos they're done and I'm going out of town tomorrow morning for fourth of July family-related stuff, but the rest will most likely come shortly after I get back. On to the fic!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Anthony had been infatuated with Carl almost from the day he met him. Everything about him was fascinating, from his guitar playing to his rubbish accents, from his little insecurities to the way he smoked. Anthony had been there for Carl in the wake of the whole Peter fiasco, lending a sympathetic ear like the good friend he was while silently, patiently biding his time, unwilling to make a move so soon. It had been like that for months when he had just shown up one day, a mate from back when, all easy hugs and sloppy kisses and suggestive touches, and Anthony couldn't stand him. Didz - who had a stupid name like Didz, anyway? - was just the sort of easy-going, laid back kind of person Carl needed to be around, and Anthony resented him for it. Not only that, he didn't seem to understand the need to give Carl space, always pressing, touching, whispering suggestively in his ear. The worst part of it all was that Carl seemed to welcome the attention, finding solace in those always-open arms. Didz had tried to cuddle up to Anthony a few times, mostly when drunk, but Anthony wasn't having it. One particular night, Carl had watched him push a pouting Didz away at least a half dozen times before telling him to stop trying, that no matter what he did, "Saint Anthony"'s virtue would remain unsullied. The others had found this extremely amusing, persisting at calling him that for the rest of the night. Drinks and Carl's skills at articulation soon shortened it to "Stanley" and eventually to just "Stan", and the nickname stuck. He didn't mind it so much since it did come from Carl, but he hated the way Didz said it, almost as if they were sharing some secret, just the four of them. He didn't want to share anything with Didz.
After the first few weeks of their acquaintance, Anthony took to watching Didz, monitoring his every move as he eagerly awaited the one which would give away the other's intention of hurting Carl. They always did, even if they didn't mean to, like Tim with his lovely little wife, and Anthony wasn't going to let it happen again, not on his watch. His attention did not go unnoticed, Didz repaying every scrutinous gaze with one of his own, and soon they were spending more time than not studying one another.
This had been going on for several weeks when Anthony showed up to the practice studio early one morning only to find Didz and Gary arguing. He quickly ducked back out the door, thankful they hadn't noticed his presence.
"Look," came Gary's exasperated voice. "I've known the guy a bit longer than you have and I'm telling you, don't do it. You push now, you're going to scare him off. He's just not ready for that right now."
"He is!" Didz argued. "Things have changed since the four of us first started knocking about together, you can't deny that! I'm certain he doesn't see me the same way he used to. He's just... shy, or something. I'm telling you, if I'm going to make a move, it should be now. Just you watch - I'll be the one to pull him out of this... whatever it is he's worked himself into. I'm good at that, you know."
"Yeah, I do," Gary admitted, and Anthony's heart sank. "Just... be careful, all right? I don't want either of you to get hurt, and I sure as hell don't want to lose yet another band to someone's fucking up their relationship with the guitarist."
"I know, and I will be careful," Didz fervently promised. "Besides, it's not exactly the same situation, is it?"
"No, I don't suppose it is. Fine," Gary sighed. "I'm not going to try and talk you out of it any more, but don't expect me to help you get time alone with him or anything. I learned my lesson last time - I'm staying out of all intra-band relationships!"
"That's okay. I've already got a few ideas." Anthony could hear the grin in Didz's voice. "Do you think he'd go for -"
But Anthony didn't want to hear Didz detailing his plans for seducing Carl, opting instead to return to his for a bit of courage and fortification. As luck would have it, he ran into Carl on his way out, and the ensuing conversation didn't do much to improve his mood.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Carl asked.
"Home," Anthony replied moodily.
"We need to practice," Carl unnecessarily reminded him.
"I know, I just forgot something," Anthony grumbled. "It'll only take a minute."
"And it isn't anything you could borrow?" Carl asked, eyebrow raised.
"No, it's not!" Anthony retorted. "Now let me get out of here for a bit!"
"Out of - oh, for - have you and Didz been having another of your... whatever-it-ises again?" Carl demanded.
"It isn't always about Didz fucking Hammond!" He was shouting, he knew, and at Carl of all people, but Anthony couldn't bring himself to care enough not to at the moment, weeks of frustration spilling out into that one sentence.
"But it is!" Carl angrily countered. "You're so fucking obsessed with each other you don't even realise -"
"I am not obsessed with -"
"What the fuck is going on out here?"
Carl and Anthony stopped screaming at each other, turning to glare at the two figures which had just emerged from the open door behind them. As soon as Anthony spotted Didz, he spun away, scowl deepening as he informed them he wasn't having this conversation, and left. Didz moved to follow him, but was stopped by a vice-like grip on his arm.
"What -" he started to protest. "Carl, someone needs to go after him and -"
"Fix it."
"Yeah," Didz agreed. "See what's wrong and -"
"No," Carl said determinedly. "I'm telling you to fix whatever it is that's been eating away at the two of you. Now."
"I will," Didz promised.
"Good." Carl released his grip, and Didz sprinted off after Anthony. Carl watched him run, letting him disappear behind the corner before asking, "Do you think ..."
"They'll sort it out," Gary finished confidently.
"But they hate -"
"No, I don't think they do," Gary replied thoughtfully. "Just give them a little time and I'm sure everything will fix itself."
Carl snorted, pulling out a packet and withdrawing a pair of cigarettes, offering one to Gary. "That's what you said about the thing with Peter."
Gary grinned at him. "Yeah, but this time I really do believe it."
"I hope you're right," Carl replied, lighting his cigarette. "I really hope you're right."
Jul. 3rd, 2007 @ 01:32 am
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This is for graeae's prompt (which I'm still looking for more of, so please give me some here!) It's quite long, and not exactly what she asked for (which, uh, kinda goes against the whole "gimme a prompt for a drabble" concept, but it's a really good quote!) but I did manage to include all the characters, so hopefully that counts for something? Also, this is, uh, distant future, like eight years or something from now, so, uh... on to the fic...
Pairing: Damon/Pete or, if that doesn't work, Pete/Carl
Prompt: "It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved, when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love." - Graham Greene
"One to Remember"
Word Count: 1887
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Jun. 28th, 2007 @ 05:45 pm
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I put out a call for prompts here on my regular lj (it's a friends locked entry, but I friend anyone who asks), and this is for the first response. I'm still looking for more prompts... *nudge nudge*
For princesslia84, a pair of drabbles because (a) I liked the prompt so much and (b) it's her birthday (hey, it still is over here!)
Pairing: Carl/Stan
Prompt: Lipstick
Notes: The first is entirely dialogue between the two and rated G, or maybe PG for language (it is Carl, after all.) The second is neither. *G*
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Jun. 27th, 2007 @ 06:52 pm
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"Nocturnal Visits"
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: G
Genre: Pre-fame fluff
Beta: none yet
Word Count: 2365
Notes: This was actually inspired by the night time wanderings of our puppy, of all things, and was mostly written (like Slide Away chapter two) on migraine medicine, which I'm starting to learn isn't necessarily a bad thing. *L* Anyway, it's by far the longest one-shot I've ever written, but please don't let that put you off it!
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Jun. 27th, 2007 @ 01:16 am
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"Slide Away" Chapter 2
Pairing: Pete/Carl, eventually
Rating: At least PG-13, though this part is, again, fairly G, I think.
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 1057
Notes: This is an AU set a few months from now in the future. It's my first serious attempt at a multi-chapter serious AU, so any and all comments and suggestions and such are greatly appreciated. The first part can be read here.
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Jun. 22nd, 2007 @ 05:01 pm
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"Fade Away" 01
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: G
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 77
"I hate you," he whispered, voice coloured with sadness, regret, and no little self-loathing. "Not because you can't get clean, or because you always return to her, or even because you lied again. No," he confessed in a broken sigh, "I hate you because no matter how many times the illusion is shattered, no matter how good a job I do of convincing myself it's over and done, you can always make me believe it all again."
Jun. 21st, 2007 @ 04:39 pm
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"For Us"
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: G
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 281
Notes: This was written in reaction to KP Nuts 2.
" - Carl! Have you heard the new Pete and Kate song? - "
" - Carl! Do you feel at all betrayed by this blatantly flaunting of Pete's drug use in the face of your newly patched friendship? - "
" - Carl! After seeing this latest video of Pete and Kate, do you feel like he's just using the two of you to prolong his fifteen minutes of fame? - "
" - Carl! How do you feel when you see evidence like this that your former best mate is still prone to going off the deep end? - "
" - Carl! With all the things he's said and done recently, do you regret your decision to step back into the studio with Pete again? - "
A flash of eyes across a shared mic. The huge grin that split his face the minute I walked through those doors. The easy camaraderie that sprang up almost immediately. The arm slung 'round my shoulders for the benefit of the cameras, the limb remaining well after they'd departed, thoughtlessly, naturally left as though it belonged there. The lingering touches as we huddled unnecessarily close together reviewing the lyrics. The strange comfort of the short fight over who would sing which lines. The low excitement in his voice as he whispered, "My place, yeah?"
"No, I don't regret working with Peter, and I don't think I ever will. Some things just mean more than the drugs and the fights and the general ill-will of the past few years, and I think we've both finally come to realise that. I didn't agree to this because he assured me he was clean. I agreed to this because it was the right time, both for the project and for us."
Especially for us.
Jun. 20th, 2007 @ 11:46 pm
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"Slide Away" Chapter 1
Pairing: Pete/Carl, eventually
Rating: At least PG-13, though this part is fairly G. One day I will write a Libs piece with more of a rating. I really will!
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 1619
Notes: This is an AU set a few months from now in the future. This started out as just a rough draft that I'd not even quite decided if I wanted to continue or not (though I'd already ideas for the next part), but I got enough initial positive feedback that I decided to go ahead and share it. Also, this is my first serious attempt at a multi-chapter serious AU, so any and all comments and suggestions and such are greatly appreciated.
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Jun. 15th, 2007 @ 11:10 am
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Our lives are filled with songs.
Some pass through on the peripheral of our consciousness, barely a blip on our radars. These are the fragments you hear in over-played commercials or while tuning the radio. These are the songs your roommate's now thankfully ex-boyfriend blared whenever he seized control of the stereo and the "elevator" music most often played in department stores and supermarkets. These are the songs whose lyrics you know only because you've been bombarded with them at what seems like every turn and whose lyrics you'll just as quickly forget when they've fallen from the top forty. These are the songs forming the meat of the soundtracks of our lives.
But what of the backbone, the songs without which the others would fall apart? The songs you find yourself stilling that radio dial to catch even though you've never heard them before. The songs life seems to pause or at least slow down to let you savour. The songs that make us laugh and cry and scream because they've so overwhelmed us, even if for just one moment. The songs that make our hearts and souls ache because they speak to us on a level mere words can never quite achieve. The songs whose lyrics you learn not because everyone else is but because some part of you knew them almost before you'd ever heard them in the first place. The songs that when asked, you will say are the soundtrack of your life, not because they're the ones you've necessarily listened to the most recently or frequently, but because they're the ones which have touched and changed your life.
The sort of songs you boys gifted us with.
Goodbye, Cooper Temple Clause. Your time may be over, but you will never be forgotten.
Thank you.
Jun. 13th, 2007 @ 02:14 am
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"I Choose You, uh, Bilo..."
Pairing: Pete/Carl
Rating: G?
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 1028
Notes/warnings: This is pure silliness, in case the title didn't clue you in. *L* Written for inkspottedtea because this pokémon thing is all her fault!
"Carlos, what are you doing?" I quickly tried to cover the small source of endless frustration, but Pete was too fast for me. "A... Biggles, is this a game-boy?" he asked, frowning in confusion. "I didn't know you knew how to use one of these!"
"I'm not completely stupid, you know," I grumbled, making a grab for the toy.
"You are when it comes to technology like this," he replied, waving it just out of my reach. "Now, what do we have here?"
"Don't-" I started, but he'd already flipped the switch.
"Pokémon, Biggles?" He gave me an amused grin, completely ignoring my threatening scowl as he continued to rub it in. "I never would have figured you one for entrapping those poor, harmless little animals in those tiny, uncomfortable balls, Carlos. That's animal cruelty, you know, and- hey!"
"Fuck off," I replied as I finally managed to grab it back. I irritably switched it off, shoving it back into my pocket before finding a seat.
"Fine then," Peter replied equally testily. "I'll just go sit with John and Gary since I'm sure they don't advocate-" he continued to ramble on as he made his way to the back of the tour bus, but I had already tuned him out again.
I waited a few minutes before taking the game-boy back out, quickly losing myself in the game. Two hours and one gym leader later, my stomach informed me it was time to take a break. 'Would you like to save the game?' "No, I want to bloody do it all over again," I muttered irritably as I selected the desired option.
"Biggles saved the game!" An all-too familiar voice crowed from over my shoulder. I jumped, dropping the game as I spun around, watching with dismay as Pete scooped up my poor, abused toy. "Let's see," he started conversationally. "What pokémon do you... aw, Biggles, I'm your first!" He winked and, to my growing horror, called, "John! Gary! You have to see this!" He waited until they'd come over to seriously inform them, "Carlos is playing pokémon. You can tell because the game is yellow and the title thing says so. He called himself Biggles, see?" He pushed a few buttons and briefly turned the screen towards them. "I'm his most important pokémon. I'm a- Carlos, what am I?"
"A pain in the ar- ow!" I rubbed my head where he'd smacked me with the game. "For fuck's sake, Pete! You're going to give me a concussion!" He continued to stare at me, completely unrepentant, until his adorable pout caused me to cave. "Pikachu," I muttered self-consciously.
"What was that, Carlos? I didn't quite catch what you just said," he said innocently.
"You're a pikachu," I repeated more loudly, blushing terribly and silently vowing to kill him as soon as the opportunity arose.
"Yeah, that's it!" he beamed. "Bilo is a pikachu! You guys are in here too. Gary's a rat... ratty... ratty-tatters..."
"Rattata," I mumbled.
"But why am I a mouse?" Gary asked confused.
"You're not a mouse..." I sighed, knowing it couldn't get any worse, and explained, "Rattata sounds like that drum sound, you know-"
"Rat-a-tat-tat?" Pete interrupted, nodding knowledgeably.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Well, I guess that make sense." Gary watched as Pete pushed a few buttons before querying, "Why's John a bird?"
"I'm a bird?" John leaned forward to get a better look.
"You're not a bird," I corrected irritably. "He's a pidgey."
"Looks like a bird to me," Pete muttered before noticing the look on my face and hastily continuing, "So, why is John a pudg-"
"Pidgey. Well," I shifted embarrassedly. "I already had you and Gary, yeah? So I just needed-"
"John. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. But who's... Johnny? Is that, like, Borrell?"
"Yeah. See, I caught a, uh, mankey, and-"
"A monkey?" Pete asked. "But he looks more like a horse..."
"No, a mankey. They're, uh, fighting types, so..."
"Oh, yeah, well, I guess that makes sense too. See, Gary- hey, where'd they go?" Pete looked around, frowning in his confusion.
"I dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe they got bored?"
"But this is fascinating, Carlos!" Pete exclaimed excitedly. "We're getting a special look into your inner-most thoughts and feelings and-"
"It's not-" I protested, but he cut me off.
"Oh yeah?" He asked sceptically. "Who's your rival?"
"My what?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"Your rival! Your nemesis! The one you grew up with and-"
"I didn't grow up with him." I quickly clamped my mouth shut, but I'd made my mistake.
"Ha!" He crowed triumphantly. "I knew you knew what I was talking about! But you still fight at all the major turning points and all, yeah? And-"
I was suddenly struck by a realisation. "You've played this before!"
"Well, not this one, but one of them, yeah," he admitted sheepishly.
"And here you were, giving me grief over-"
"Car-los!" he whined. "Don't try and change the subject like that! Who's your rival?"
"Who was yours?" I challenged.
"My Dad, of course. Now come on, I told you mine..."
I mumbled an answer, but he just crossed his arms, refusing to budge until I admitted, "Wolfman."
"Aw, Biggles, that's so sweet!" He grinned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He stood there beaming for a moment before oh-so-innocently pointing out, "But I don't think your rival's supposed to be fucking your pokémon. Of course, I don't think you are either, so..."
"Pete!" I made a grab for the game, but it was too late- he'd already deleted my file.
"Oops," he said entirely unconvincingly. "I guess we'll just have to come up with a new game or two for you to play."
I was about to protest, but his mischievous grin clued me in to what sorts of games he was thinking of, so I just smirked back at him and reached for his hand.
Jun. 5th, 2007 @ 12:58 pm
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"The Little White Lie"
Pairing: none really
Rating: PG for language?
Beta: inkspottedtea
Word Count: 930
"All right. This one is from Ben in Carlisle, and it's for Anthony. He says, 'Hey, Anthony! I know you're an American like my best mate, and he gets it a lot for being foreign, so I was just wondering, what's the worst thing anyone's ever called you?'"
Both interviewers shifted uncomfortably - clearly, someone hadn't done as good a job at screening these questions as they should have - and the woman reached for another, hastily babbling, "Don't worry about that one. We can edit that out later. How about-"
"Nah, it's okay," Anthony assured her. "Just gimme a sec to think about it." He reached into his pockets, pulling out a package of cigarettes before smiling at them. "I don't mind, really, but I'm pretty sure it didn't have anything to do with being American. Um, could I - thanks," He grinned at Carl, gratefully leaning into the proffered flame. Carl merely nodded in reply, the movement tight and jerky, and Anthony frowned at the sudden change. His attention drew the others', and he caught out of the corner of his eye Didz and Gary sharing a nervous look. Carl had been happier lately, but it only served to highlight the times like this that he slipped back into the depressed, moody fuck they'd all come to dread. "Er," Anthony continued, and the sound drew everyone's gaze back to him. "I'd probably say the worst thing I've ever been called was... it was right after I got called to play for the Libertines, and-"
All the attention jerked back to Carl as he began cursing, a snapped-in-half cigarette the obvious cause of his frustration. Anthony passed him his, earning him another nod in acknowledgement, and continued, "So, I got the call and my cousin's boyfriend - he's a real asshole, er, can I say that? If not, he's a real idiot - started in on how people 'over there' must be deaf 'cause clearly I was the shittiest guitarist on the planet and, uh, yeah, that's probably the worst thing anyone's ever called me."
The rest of the interview went relatively well, Carl even managing to crack a few non-self-deprecating smiles near the end, and soon they found themselves dismissed. Didz and Gary disappeared almost immediately, claiming they were in need of some sort of rhythm section supplies - Anthony was pretty sure that was code for 'cheap beer' - leaving the two guitarists alone. Since it wasn't far back to their practice studio, they opted to walk.
They'd gone four blocks in an awkward silence before Anthony finally got up the nerve to ask, "So, Carl, what's up?"
Carl didn't even pretend to not know what he was talking about, but his noncommittal shrug and grunt of an answer wasn't exactly illuminating, either.
"Come on," Anthony cajoled. "You can tell me. You know I won't even tell Didz and Gary if you want. Well, I might, but only if they get some of the good stuff and are willing to share." That earned him a small smile, which he took to be a good sign, so he plodded on. "Seriously, man, I can't help if I don't know - " a light bulb went off inside his head. "Was it something I said? I mean, you got all funny when that interviewer asked that stupid question about insults, and - what?" He'd been so caught up in his own babbling that he'd missed Carl's mumbled explanation.
"I said," Carl muttered, only slightly more clearly than the first time, "'s not what I thought you were going to say." He looked away, embarrassed, and it took Anthony almost the rest of their journey to work out what he was referring to.
"No, Carl," he said suddenly, causing him to startle. "That's not the worst... I mean, it's true - I can never be Pete, but I don't want to, either. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as the guy who replaced Pete Doherty, you know? So in a way, it was good for me to hear that from you. I don't think I could have stuck around if you had wanted me to be just a permanent Pete replacement. The Libertines were never my band, not like the Personals or us. I mean, there's nothing wrong with playing other people's songs, but you can't really be a part of something like that when you come in as late as I did. So yeah, it wasn't the worst thing anyone'd ever told me when you said I'd never replace Pete 'cause I never wanted to be Pete - I wanted to be Anthony - and you reminded me that I'd promised myself I wouldn't get so caught up in it all that I forgot who I was. If anything, I'd say being called 'not Pete' was one of the best things anyone's ever told me. So... thanks, I guess, even if it is a couple years late."
At some point during his little speech, they'd come to a halt. Carl was now staring at him with an inscrutable look on his face. They remained like that for what seemed like ages before Carl finally broke the silence, snorting and looking away as he informed him. "You're mad, you know that?" But there was a renewed bounce to his step and an easy air about him, so Anthony knew he'd been right not to tell Carl just how devastating his words really had been.
Sometimes, he reflected, the little white lie was worth it.
Jun. 4th, 2007 @ 01:05 pm
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Drabble 03 for this meme
Characters: Evan Rosier and Judith Wilkes
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
Normally, Evan went through people at an embarrassing rate. Bast had even warned him that if he kept this up, he would work his way through the whole school by Christmas. But this one was different. He couldn't explain why she was different- no, special- but he knew she was. For the first time, he couldn't imagine being bored of her within a week.
"What are you looking at?" She'd looked up from her essay and caught him staring.
Again.
But for some reason, he didn't feel the need to answer flippantly or even lie this time. "You," he said simply, and the answering blush was all he needed.
May. 22nd, 2007 @ 12:39 pm
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Drabble 02 for this meme
Characters: Evan Rosier and Severus Snape
Rating: G
Word Count: 47
"No no, you have to add in a half stir clockwise after every third counter-clockwise revolution if you want to maximize your results."
"But the book says-"
"Sod the book! Which do you trust more, me or some stupid textbook?"
"You, of course." And he did.
May. 22nd, 2007 @ 12:31 pm
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Drabble 01 for this meme
Characters: Evan Rosier and Regulus Black
Rating: G
Word Count: 335
Evan slipped into the common room, fully expecting it to be completely empty. A brief movement from one of the sofas startled him, and he had to quickly juggle his books to keep them from crashing to the ground. Wondering who on earth was mad enough to be up at this hour, he padded over, frowning as he saw one of the fourth years hunched over his books, passed out and dead to the world. Evan set his books down on the table and turned him over, shaking his head in amusement as he recognized who it was. Careful not to wake him, he gently eased him around to lay out more comfortably. As he did so, a magazine- a comic, to be precise- slipped from the boy's lap and to the floor. Curious, Evan bent and retrieved it. Tales From The Crypt, he read. He frowned, trying to place where he'd heard that title before, and grinning a moment later as he remembered this very boy welcoming any who cared to do so to read it. Evan settled in, perfectly content to sit on the floor, and flipped it open.
Several hours later, Regulus awoke to the typical morning common room sounds. He cracked his eyes open only to jerk back in surprise as he found a large pair of brown eyes mere inches from his own. He opened his mouth to speak, but Evan beat him to it. "That was bloody terrifying," he informed him, face pale, and for a moment Regulus had to wonder if he'd stolen the words from his own mouth. "I mean," Evan continued. "Who would want to give a bunch of kids something like this," he waved the comic right in front of Regulus's face, brushing his nose. ""Don't they know it's impossible to sleep after reading this stuff? I'm going to have nightmares now, I hope you know, and I'm going to blame every single one of them on you." A beat pause, then, "D'you have another?"
May. 19th, 2007 @ 03:39 pm
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