OOPS!...um...Works,in Progress Thursday?

[tjs_whatnot]

I legitimately realized just this minute that today was not Wednesday, that Wednesday had come and gone. OOOOOPS.

Blame it on Spring Break. Blame it on being distracted by medical stuff. But really, you should blame it on me being so immersed in WsiP that I've totally lost track of everything.EEEK!

Sadly, all the things I'm working on is for homemade2homemade so I can't share it here...yet. But, I can take a moment to cheer you all on, belatedly.

♥

So let's do this!

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[sixbeforelunch]

I'm still trying to get the next fluffbingo story done. I wrote 1500 words, and then decided it wasn't working, so I scratched that I started again with something else. Out of curiosity, would you rate this as T or M? (CN: for non-explicit sex)

Deanna fell back against the bed and pulled the blankets up. "Cuddle me."

He laughed, and complied, pressing a kiss against her neck. "Your imperious side is out this morning."

"My imperious side?" Deanna asked, with no small amount of warning in her voice.

Riker was unrepentant. "Mmm-hmm. Daughter of the Fifth House." He kissed the spot behind her hear. "Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx." He trailed his lips across her neck. "Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed." He bit gently at her shoulder. "Imperious. One might even say aristocratic."

"One would be treading on dangerous ground if one said that," Deanna said, but the edge was gone from her words.

Will put a hand on her shoulder and tried to roll her over to face him, but she resisted him. "No. No, like this."

"Like this?" He trailed a hand up her thigh.

"Yes."

So they made love just like that, with Will pressed against her back, Deanna's head thrown back against his shoulder. When they had finished, they laid tangled together looking up at the storm above their heads.

[lightbird]

I finished and posted last week's WIP last night. I've got one more story to write and then I'll have a bingo line for fluffbingo. I saved the hardest prompt for last, so now I have to come up with something lol. At least have a month (a little more than a month actually).

Good luck with homemade2homemade!

[minoanmiss]

I just packed Package One Of Two for my H2H stuff (I hope my recipient is okay with the amount, as I have been unemployed and not very poverished, but at least I included a fair variety!) and I'm waiting for the items for Package Two of Two to return from the printers.

And I start a new job on Monday! So I'm going to give myself until the start of June and/or when I feel like it again to start writing again. But/and I went over my files so far and found that I've written six stories for exchanges this year! \o/

[cornerofmadness]

Hope spring break is good. Hope the health things aren't bad.

As for me, here's more of Like Stone (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series X-over). Still Connor's pov and so you don't have to go digging thru back postings, Witherington was a serial rapist/killer who killed Connor's college girlfriend 20 years ago (but a fresh nightmare about it woke him up)

Connor Connolly’s world truly ended when a judge gave Witherington a week out of jail to set his affairs in order after his conviction. Witherington had gone straight back to the clubs, looking for another victim, right by the college like usual. By sheer luck, I found him when I was out getting some emergency alcohol for my fraternity and cornered him in an alley. I hadn’t meant to kill him, or at least I don’t think so. He deserved it for murdering all those women, for killing Amber Rose and our unborn children. I had hit him once and only once. My fist went straight through his skull. There were no words for the panic that enveloped me, standing there in the filth with Witherington doing a death jig on the end of my arm, almost up to my elbow I had pushed my fist so far through his head.

Connor Angel didn’t surface immediately, luckily. Connolly remained in control. I burnt my bloody shirt in the first homeless camp fire I found. I washed all the blood off in the fountain Amber Rose died beside. The police of course looked at me and the families of Witherington’s other victims. Witherington had had a passport issued under a false name and ticket to a country that wouldn’t extradite to America. If I hadn’t killed him, he would have fled. My fraternity brothers alibied me without me even asking, telling the cops I had been at a house party that night. And I had been until I went out for that alcohol run. In the end, no one really looked hard for Witherington’s killer.

[elrhiarhodan]

Finished my H2H thing. It started out very well, then I went experimental and was pleased, but then went into epic fail and I thought I'd need to start something else, but the I had a brainstorm and it came out even better than I'd possibly hoped! Need to get it boxed and shipped.

Words, always words! I have barely started one of my two Kingsman Reverse Bang fics, because I'd gotten bunnied for some Eggsy/OC HC that doesn't want to be Eggsy/OC, but instead Eggsy/Harry, except that Harry's married to Merlin. Who thinks that his marriage to Harry is coming to an end. Sigh...

Harry stands in the doorway and watches, slightly slack-jawed, as Eggsy rapidly empties a high-capacity magazine into the target twenty-five meters down-range. He puts down the weapon, picks up another and empties that one, too. It's an impressive testament to Eggsy's recovery that he's able to hold a gun so steadily for even five shots, let alone fifty.

But Eggsy's stamina doesn't seem to extend to the simple task of ejecting the spent magazine and replacing it with a new one. His hands are shaking so hard it takes a dozen attempts to depress the button that releases the magazine, and twice as many to try to slot the new one into the grip. Eggsy finally gives up with a shout of frustration, pulling off the ear defenders and protective eyewear. When the glasses fall on the ground, Eggsy all but keels over, trying to pick them up.

"Here, let me." Harry retrieves the eyewear and puts it on the service deck, next to the gun and the magazine. "I didn't know that you've been cleared for firearms practice."

Eggsy makes a face, half grimace, half – nothing. The second stroke had left Eggsy with a noticeable impairment. "I was – " Eggsy pauses for a few long moments, scrubs at his face, "not busy. Needed – " There's another long pause, "something to do."

"I understand all too well."

"Yeah, you would, I guess." Eggsy manages to string that sentence together with only one lengthy pause

Harry aches to wrap his arms around Eggsy and hold him, to give the comfort the boy so desperate needs – and in truth, that Harry desperately needs, too. But Eggsy hasn't responded well to physical contact since the events in Belgrade and Harry keeps his distance.

"Do you want to see how you did?" Harry waves a hand at the target down range.

Eggsy shrugs but flips the switch and the retrieval mechanism rattles as the paper moves close. Harry is stunned at the results. "Jesus, Eggsy, you placed every shot. I am impressed." The target has a fist-sized hole where the heart would be and the head is completely obliterated. There aren't any stray bullet holes outside of the kill zone.

"Yeah – I don't seem to have any trouble aiming, but I can't reload a fucking clip." That comes out in a rush. "Like I can run the entire fucking obstacle course but I can't walk a goddamn straight line."

Eggsy rests his hands on the edge of the table; his whole body shaking. "I – I – "

Harry needs to get Eggsy out of here, to someplace where the air doesn't stink of gunpowder and metal and death. "Come, let's have a bite to eat and I will tell you how Bors got trapped overnight in a bakery in Berlin and ate his weight in doughnuts."

Harry waits to see if Eggsy gets the pun, and to his delight, he does. Except when Eggsy winks, his left eyelid doesn't reopen.

"Eggsy?"

Eggsy doesn't answer, his right eye is unfocused, and his whole body is trembling. Harry taps the side of his glasses and says to whoever answers, "Get medical to my location stat, Galahad is having a seizure."

He does what he can to make Eggsy safe - helping Eggsy to a prone position, folding his own jacket and making sure it's under Eggsy's head. He opens Eggsy's shirt collar and pulls off his tie, and then just waits, sitting on the ground next to Eggsy, watching and praying and feeling his heart break all over again.