It'll Last Longer
Cash/Marshall; 910 words; pg-13 for stupidity and cussin' and kissin'
disclaimer: we're just two stupid kids who don't really have enough time on their hands but still find enough to do this.
worldonstringer : I do, however, want fic where the other guys give Marshall and Cash shit for their little gaymo camera seshes
ahomegirlslife : they really got cozy whenever cash would wanna make videos, i think it was probably because marshall was the only one who put up with him for it
worldonstringer : also in this fic Cash would have the brilliant idea that because of this, they should make a sextape.
Just wanted to put a heads-up out there incase anyone was trying to search for a particular pairing and got the Scary New Frank error page.
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: After a long tour, Singer just wants to relax but a surprise visitor won't make it easy.
A/N: written for schmoop_bingo prompt of "coming home from long trip." See my card for master posting.
( Found the hide-a-key. You seriously need a better spot than under the gnome. )
singer/marshall/johnson, pg, 419 words. prompted by this tweet.
"You have a stupid, gorgeous face, and pretty eyes, and great hair, and you can't grow a stupid scruffy beard."
3 kissbingo fics. The prompts used are signified in the brackets. Each is a link to the fic, posted at my journal.
Playing At Control [body: hands]
Singer | Marshall
PG-13 – 694 words.
Tip Of The Tongue [experimental: licking]
Johnson | Bradley Lake
PG-13 – 533 words.
Full author's note + more info at the link.
Untitled [type: glossy]
Singer | ofc
R – 706 words.
Warnings: Het sex, angst, questionable use of Cash Colligan as a plot device.
Singer | Marshall
NC-17 – 4,393 words.
Warnings: some swearing, graphic boy sexing, potentially confusing use of the name Alex.
Author: ahomegirlslife + worldonstringer
Disclaimer: Don’t google yourself + if you do, don’t tell our mummies. Or yours.
Authors’ note: Aside from all the huge and self-indulgent fic we’ve been writing for our personal BBB project, Patty and I wrote this over the last weekend.
( Singer takes a deep breath, fists his hand loosely into Marshall's shirt before starting, "I felt really off today. Um, yesterday? Is it midnight yet? I- fuck."Collapse )