Flist icon drabbles Part 11
The next five drabbles (for friskycat, gdye_trauda, glasgow_blue, glitterbubbles, and godsauce) are heavy on the Lotrips. We've got three Lotrips and two original fics (both dealing with babies, as it works out).
friskycat, (Original fic, 100 words)
You could only dream of sunglasses looking this good on you. I’m a rock star. No, a movie star. Maybe I’m both. Maybe I have flocks of groupies who run screaming after me when Mom takes me on a walk. Maybe they’re all waiting for me to learn to write so they can have my autograph.
I’ll be the youngest ever Academy Award winner. I’ll sell out venues on my world tour so fast my mom won’t even get tickets.
I’m a celebrity, an A-lister heading straight to the top. Take my picture now-tomorrow I’m going to be an astronaut.
gdye_trauda, (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Oh. My. God. I’m never drinking again.
I had one drink-just one-at the polo after-party. I had to be polite.
Okay, I had a few drinks.
Fine, a lot of drinks.
The point is that I woke up to the world’s worst hangover, a mobile that won’t stop ringing, and a front-page headline that claims I’m shagging Sienna Miller again.
I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered that part.
Oh, fuck. What if I don’t remember that part?
I have two messages from Kate, sixteen from my agent, and three from Jude Fucking Law.
Oh. My. God. I’m never drinking again.
glasgow_blue, (Lotrips, Billy/Dom, 100 words)
“William?”
“Dominic?”
“Stop looking at me like that.” Dom pulled his slice of cake closer. “You’re not getting my dessert.”
“What makes you think I’d even be interested in your dessert?”
“You only make that face when you want me to give you something.” Dom smiled ruefully. “And I always fall for it.”
Billy blinked slowly but didn’t change his expression. “And what makes you think it’s the cake I’m wanting?” He let his gaze drop down to Dom’s lips, then back up to his eyes.
Comprehension dawned in Dom’s eyes and he looked frantically for their waitress.
“Check, please!”
glitterbubbles, (Lotrips, Dom/Billy, 101 words)
“Billy? Pete’s looking for us on set now.” Dom swung open the door to the hobbits’ makeup trailer and stopped. There, passed out under the ridiculous quilt Elijah dragged everywhere with him, was Billy. His Feet dangled over the arm of the sofa and his tossled Pippin hair curled against his sleep-flushed cheeks.
Dom’s breath caught. It wasn’t right for a bloke to be that good looking.
He crept across the trailer, leaned down and kissed Billy. “Wake up, Bill,” he whispered, shaking him gently by the shoulder. “Time to go to back to work.”
Billy opened his eyes and smiled.
godsauce, (Original fic, 101 words)
Um, I haven’t held a baby very often, but I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be launching themselves at me with their teeth bared.
Not that I’m not happy to hold the little bundle of joy but she’s gnawing on my arm and that’s just not right. I’ll just hold her out like this and jiggle her a bit. There. That’s a smile. That’s a big smile.
Oh, that’s a lot of spit-up.
Can someone hand me a towel, please? A Handi-wipe? Something?
Now she’s crying. Anyone else want a turn holding a biting, crying, spit-up covered darling?
Anyone?
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five are here.
friskycat, (Original fic, 100 words)
You could only dream of sunglasses looking this good on you. I’m a rock star. No, a movie star. Maybe I’m both. Maybe I have flocks of groupies who run screaming after me when Mom takes me on a walk. Maybe they’re all waiting for me to learn to write so they can have my autograph.
I’ll be the youngest ever Academy Award winner. I’ll sell out venues on my world tour so fast my mom won’t even get tickets.
I’m a celebrity, an A-lister heading straight to the top. Take my picture now-tomorrow I’m going to be an astronaut.
gdye_trauda, (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Oh. My. God. I’m never drinking again.
I had one drink-just one-at the polo after-party. I had to be polite.
Okay, I had a few drinks.
Fine, a lot of drinks.
The point is that I woke up to the world’s worst hangover, a mobile that won’t stop ringing, and a front-page headline that claims I’m shagging Sienna Miller again.
I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered that part.
Oh, fuck. What if I don’t remember that part?
I have two messages from Kate, sixteen from my agent, and three from Jude Fucking Law.
Oh. My. God. I’m never drinking again.
glasgow_blue, (Lotrips, Billy/Dom, 100 words)
“William?”
“Dominic?”
“Stop looking at me like that.” Dom pulled his slice of cake closer. “You’re not getting my dessert.”
“What makes you think I’d even be interested in your dessert?”
“You only make that face when you want me to give you something.” Dom smiled ruefully. “And I always fall for it.”
Billy blinked slowly but didn’t change his expression. “And what makes you think it’s the cake I’m wanting?” He let his gaze drop down to Dom’s lips, then back up to his eyes.
Comprehension dawned in Dom’s eyes and he looked frantically for their waitress.
“Check, please!”
glitterbubbles, (Lotrips, Dom/Billy, 101 words)
“Billy? Pete’s looking for us on set now.” Dom swung open the door to the hobbits’ makeup trailer and stopped. There, passed out under the ridiculous quilt Elijah dragged everywhere with him, was Billy. His Feet dangled over the arm of the sofa and his tossled Pippin hair curled against his sleep-flushed cheeks.
Dom’s breath caught. It wasn’t right for a bloke to be that good looking.
He crept across the trailer, leaned down and kissed Billy. “Wake up, Bill,” he whispered, shaking him gently by the shoulder. “Time to go to back to work.”
Billy opened his eyes and smiled.
godsauce, (Original fic, 101 words)
Um, I haven’t held a baby very often, but I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be launching themselves at me with their teeth bared.
Not that I’m not happy to hold the little bundle of joy but she’s gnawing on my arm and that’s just not right. I’ll just hold her out like this and jiggle her a bit. There. That’s a smile. That’s a big smile.
Oh, that’s a lot of spit-up.
Can someone hand me a towel, please? A Handi-wipe? Something?
Now she’s crying. Anyone else want a turn holding a biting, crying, spit-up covered darling?
Anyone?
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five are here.