tailoredshirt

Hey hey! I mostly use LJ, especially for non-fic posts, but I might start cross-posting from dreamwidth so I figured I should clean up this journal a bit. I might back up some of my fic here too.

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Backing up my fic on dreamwidth. I'll probably post one fic a day so as not to spam...

Title: It was on the list
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: NC-17 for sex; no spoilers
Word count: ~700
A/N: For delicatale, who wanted Steve treating grocery shopping like a military operation, and somehow it ends in porn. Originally posted August 2011.

( I know you're, like, seven feet tall and your strides are bigger than mine anyway, but you're pushing that cart like we're on Supermarket Sweep and the grand prize is a fucking helicopter. )

Title: Back-up Call
Summary: Steve calls Danny from a sperm bank. He needs a little help.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: R for sex
Content: Humor/crack, no spoilers
Word count: ~1400
A/N: I started this a long time ago, but mmom (Merry Month of Masturbation) and delicatale's Phone-sex-a-thon encouraged me to dig it out and finish it. Thanks to thismuchmore, gryffindor_j, and shes_gone for all of their help. ♥ All remaining mistakes are mine.

( There are levels to Steve's insanity, like the old security warning levels at the airport, except that Steve isn't color-coded. )

Title: If you die, I'll kill you
Summary: Steve decides to participate in the Death Race, an extreme obstacle course/competition so intense that very few even finish. Naturally, Danny is violently opposed to this idea.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG-13 for language and mild descriptions of death
Genre/content: Humor/crack, a bit of fluff/romance
Word count: ~5k
Spoilers: Nothing specific, just minor things here and there.
A/N: Inspired by a plot bunny from alba17, who linked to this article about a man planning to participate in the 2011 Death Race in Pittsfield, Vermont. She thought Steve should participate in the Death Race, and I agreed. Yet somehow this fic is more about Steve and Danny's mom being BFFs than it is about the actual race. idk. Hugs and kisses to aunt_agatha, shes_gone, and nova33 for reading drafts and indulging me with suggestions and support, and to thismuchmore for the final beta! ♥

Also, google tells me that the name of those delicious pastry things Danny loves are called cocoa puffs.

( I'm your partner. I'm blackballing it. I'll call the governor. Whatever. You're not doing it. )