Midnight Thoughts
Noel can’t sleep, all he can think of is Julian.
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Noel can’t sleep, all he can think of is Julian.
Continue readingNoel and Julian have a fight and Julian doesn’t come home.
Continue readingWhilst on a short break from Shoreditch, staying at his uncle’s cottage in the Lake District, Dan Ashcroft questions his relatonship with Jones, reflects on his own past and is confronted about his sexuality.
Continue readingHoward, Vince, Naboo and Bob Fossil take a works outing to the sleepy town of Silent Hill. It goes about as well as can be expected. A/N: You don’t need to have played the games or seen the film to understand this – no unusual characters are mentioned. Except monsters.
Continue reading“Tell me you love me.” The words wavered, without meaning to, and she slapped him, hard. Dee remembered it, as his cheek grew pink, whorish, the first time… the quick hiss of breath, the hurt look, and then something darker, unreadable. She hit him again, the sound cracking the air. Two for flinching.
Continue readingWhen something hot and heated happens true feelings come out.
Continue readingThere’s something that Julian needs, and only one particular mortal can provide it. For the Vamp!Boosh challenge.
Continue readingHoward gets sick of Vince getting all the attention and takes steps of a magical nature to do something about it. You’d be surprised how fast something like that can spin out of control wait, you wouldn’t? Man, you’ve seen this show before, haven’t you?
Continue readingA story for a song by a band starting with every letter of the alphabet. Ranging from angst to fluff to humour to porn to general whimsy. Encompassing Boosh, RPS, Nathan Barley, Robots in Disguise, and Asylum, and probably a few other things too.
Continue readingVamp!Boosh. Howard’s been running, but now he’s been found.
Continue readingRight. I write angst, I’m not a very fluffy person and I can’t write it well but mah coosine (Rowan) made me write a fluffy story for her. She did, she jabbed pointy sticks at me until I complied. And here is the result. A modern masterpiece I like to call it. In fact, I think I’m up for a prize for writing this.
Continue readingSex, drugs and rock‘n’roll. Even though the sex is disappointing, the drug is alcohol and the rock‘n’roll is electro-jazz.
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