Between Impossibilities

First and last lines of the last ten stories I've posted in reverse chronological order (I saw this on nycscribbler's journal last, I think):


( it was a dark and stormy night. )

"The Light in Our Eyes" Part 3.

For warnings, etc. See part 1. There is also a part 2.



( it's a cold world, and I can never go numb )

"The Light in Our Eyes" Part 2

For warnings, etc. See part 1.



( forever begins, just because I thought about it )

Title:”The Light in Our Eyes”
Pairing(s): Carmelo Anthony/Eddie Najera, Carmelo Anthony/Eddie Najera/Allen Iverson, Carmelo Anthony/Allen Iverson, Carmelo Anthony/Steve Nash, Allen Iveron/Steve Nash (implied), Eddie Najera/Steve Nash (implied), and for my final trick, Carmelo Anthony/Brendon Urie. Yeah, I went there.
Disclaimer:This is the product of my twisted imagination. It never happened and I'm not implying that it did. I make no profit from writing this.
Word Count: Apx 19,800 (posted in three parts: part 1, part 2 and part 3.)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings, Summary and A/N: This is an AU in which I take Melo and chart the course of his life, assuming he never made it to the NBA, starting when he’s five years old and ending when he’s twenty-five. Along the way I throw in every basketball player I can possibly justify using as cops, drug dealers, art buyers, lawyers and soccer players. Be warned for drug use, dub-con, violence and character death.

“Thank you,” can’t possibly express my gratitude to horizon_greene for holding my hand through writing this (starting in May), believing that NBA fandom needed an epic AU, and then betaing the damn thing when I was done.

All of the chapter headings taken from Common’s “Forever Begins,” except for the title, which is mine.


( They push the living room furniture around and Allen kneels on the old mattress and JR and Melo take turns punching at his hands. He’s always too quick for them and their boxing matches usually end up with them flailing in his direction while he slaps them until their cheeks start to sting and they tackle him. )

Title: "Dreaming My Way Deep"
Pairing: Allen Iverson/Melo, and some light Eddie/Melo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1781
Summary and A/N: This is kind of a deleted scene from "All Stars and Crashed Cars," only from Melo's POV. Part of it takes place during the 2004 Olympic Games. Many thanks, as always, to horizon_greene for the beta, and also to a_bit_surreal for asking me about the dynamics of the AI/Melo pairing, which prompted me to write this.


( He’s not home; he’s half-awake, half-hung over and half-naked on the floor of T-Mac’s suite. )

( ... )

Got Savage Wars of Peace: Small Wars and the Rise of American Power, by Max Boot for a little, light bedtime reading.

Also, a meme stolen from nycscribbler

1. Comment to this post with the name of a character that I have written in fic. Or geeked out about.

2. I will comment telling you the following:
a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character*.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

So, hey.

Bored and unwilling to clean the apartment = Baseball drabble!


(Rockies!Slash)
pairing: Yorvit Torrealba/Ubaldo Jimenez
rating: pg
word count: 846
summary/notes: Yorvit muses on baseball in September, playing in the rain, and rookies (of the shortstop and pitching variety.) This is obviously my first attempt at writing baseball, and it's unbetaed since it's little more than a drabble.



( let the rain come down )

title: "Purgatory"
pairing: S/X
rating: NC-17

note: A standalone fic not related to any episode. Also, my first fanfic ever. Written sometime in the summer of 2003 and posted to the yahoo! lists.



( it would kill the pain, the stars would spin all night, and it would keep the bugs away )

title: "Lying to Beat the Sun"
pairing: Allen Iverson/Steve Nash
rating: NC-17
words:: 3900
summary: Steve gets drunk, angsty and horny over the All Star Break. AI is also drunk, and perhaps horny. There are cameo appearences by: Carmelo Anthony, Dirk Nowitzki, and Eddie Najera (by phone.)
Disclaimer:This is the product of my twisted imagination. It never happened and I'm not implying that it did. I make no profit from writing this.
A/N: This takes place in the same 'verse as all of my other NBA fics. This is the same Steve from "Almost Broken", and this fic takes place at the same time as the last section of "All Stars and Crashed Cars". Someday I'll move on. Today is not that day. Many, many thanks as usual to horizon_greene for betaing this in a hurry and for generally listening to some strange shit from me lately. So, because this has Steve in it, this is dedicated to her.


( AI doesn’t look stiff and sore and worn out, sucked dry from the desert heat and the stress. He still looks like a kid, dancing and drinking and hanging on Melo, unconsciously physical, unaware or indifferent to the people around him, to the expectations on him. Which is painfully unfair.  )

For thorne_scratch. Next up, "Dreaming Myself Deep."


( Silence and Cold )

title: "Where All Things Ends"
pairing: S/X/A, S/A

note: still some of my earliest stuff. spring of 2004, or so. gah. so, be warned for bad cliches. also, spoilers for the series finale of Angel.



( he's dirtier, uglier. )

6872 words on the revised AU, and I'm finally getting to the sex. Which is only logical since I started the damn thing when Melo was tiny. I've got him to seventeen now and I think I've mind-fucked him enough. Maybe I can lay off a little in these last six years. Although, I dunno. What fun would that be? Also, I feel almost like the characters are getting away from me. Like, I pulled all of these guys out of the element that helps define them and sent them back into childhood, and I don't know if they're still recognizable.

I may be able to fix that with editing, though. 'Cause this thing is going to need it.

So, yeah, the Nuggets broke my heart a little bit. In honor of that, and the stomach flu (why do I only drabble when I'm sick?), here's 425 words of AI angsting.

( what makes it bearable (the only thing) is dirk. )

Title: “Love Like Fading (Summer in September)”
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Patrick/Pete (Patrick/Ryan and Patrick/Andy implied)
Word Count: 4057
Summary: Takes place during the Friends or Enemies tour, and includes the mini-brawl, as well as wild and random speculation regarding the delay of the Honda Civic tour.

Thanks to horizon_greene, who persevered through major illness to beta this for me. Amazing.

( 'No,' Pete says again with a shrug, and Patrick feels like he’s losing him. Pete’s drifting again, distancing. The immediacy of his panic is evaporating into depression, spiraling beyond the blow to his ego and into the vicinity of his deepest fears: getting old (his body failing), and being alone (his image fading. )

The regular season's over, and I feel all jittery about having to wait until Sunday for the first playoff game, but I'll manage.

You know. The first person I saw do a DVD commentary on their fic was thorne_scratch. And that was AGES ago. But anyway, if anyone wants commentary on fic -- from any fandom: bandslash, SPN, NBA, or SwimSlash -- let me know. horizon_greene, I don't think I can whip up fic in time for your birthday (I will try -- do you want me to finish the current Eddie/Melo/JR, or do you want to request a ficlet of some sort?). OR, I could do commentary on something if you wanted.

Also, I've always wanted to read commentary on something of asoutherthing's. If she's so inclined. :)

And lastly. I need music recs. What are you listening to that I should be listening to and why?

( the soundtrack of my life meme. thing. )

OMG. Let's do the character meme!

1. Pete Wentz
2. Boris Diaw
3. Ryan Ross
4. JR Smith
5. Patrick Stump
6. LeBron James
7. Allen Iverson
8. Eddie Najera
9. Steve Nash
10. Kobe Bryant
11. Carmelo Anthony
12. Jon Walker

This time I answered the majority of the twenty two questions in drabble form. Not betaed, of course, Just for crack.

( Various pairings include but are not limited to: Steve Nash/Patrick Stump, Allen Iverson/Patrick Stump, Jon Walker/Boris Diaw, and WAIT FOR IT -- Melo/Ryan Ross. Then there are the threesomes, the hookers and the evil eyebrows. Also, ratings on the drabbles range from PG-hard R. )

Title: "Dreaming My Way Deep"
Pairing: Allen Iverson/Melo, and some light Eddie/Melo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1781
Disclaimer:This is the product of my twisted imagination. It never happened and I'm not implying that it did. I make no profit from writing this.
Summary and A/N: This is kind of a deleted scene from "All Stars and Crashed Cars," only from Melo's POV. Part of it takes place during the 2004 Olympic Games. Many thanks, as always, to horizon_greene for the beta.


( He’s not home; he’s half-awake, half-hung over and half-naked on the floor of T-Mac’s suite. )

I meant to go to bed last night at a reasonable time. Instead, I decided to take about forty-five minutes and write that slutrick Valentine's Day Challenge thing that was already late. Rereading it today, I think there's a lesson to be learned somewhere about writing in the proper state of mind (awake). Too late now.

Blind in Exile. Patrick/Ryan on a blind date. If you're the least bit curious.

Gotta go to work. It's WWII day in Contemp. World.

Author: shadow_shimmer
Title: “All Stars and Crashed Cars” (other Melo/Eddie adventures can be found here.)
Pairing: Eddie/Melo, Eddie/Melo/JR Smith, Melo/JR Smith, Allen Iverson/Melo (implied).
Rating: NC-17
Word count: apx 7400
Disclaimer:This is the product of my twisted imagination. It never happened and I'm not implying that it did. I make no profit from writing this.
A/N and Summary: I’m just playing catch-up with the Nuggets’ season in this one, trying to work in everything from Melo's baby and his upcoming wedding to his very close relationship with JR Smith. The facts are that 1) Melo and JR were involved in a brawl that caused them both to be suspended, 2) JR spent most of his suspension with Melo, 3) JR was with Melo (who was apparently sleeping) the day that Melo was told he wasn’t going to play in the All Star Game, and subsequently 4) they were in a ‘fender-bender.’ JR was driving. Also, the yellow hoodie is real.

I thought that all of that was a pretty good excuse for epic threesome porn.

Thanks to horizon_greene for reading this every time I added a few pages.

( His temples throb and his hands are shaky from tearing into his shirt when he’s done. He reaches out blindly, before he thinks, and touches Melo’s cheek. When Melo kisses his palm and then his wrist, JR remembers crashing Melo’s car and pulls away. )