Writer's Block
by Laura Spudzmom
Summary: Just what do the characters in my stories get up to when writer’s block kicks in? Let’s take a peek and find out, shall we?
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With a low moan, I buried both hands in Jasper’s silky curls, loving the feel of his warm lips and velvet tongue on my skin as he kissed and sucked his way to my bare…
“Jasper?” I asked with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah?” He glanced up and my hands dropped from his hair and thumped on the mattress.
“How much longer are we gonna lie here and wait?”
He dropped his head and blew out a gusty breath before nodding. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
I rolled from underneath him and stood from the bed, throwing on a white terry robe before tossing him the matching one. “Two days, Jas,” I said while tying the belt at my waist. “I don’t think she’s coming back to finish the chapter any time soon.”
He rose and shrugged on the robe, covering that delectable physique I loved so much. “Reckon we might as well take a break.” He reached into the pocket of his robe and nodded toward the exit. “Join me for a smoke?”
“Sure, why not?” I said as we walked out into the bright light of day.
He leaned up against the side of the building and shook out the cigs, offering me one. I took it and he lit it, before lighting his own with a deep drag. “So, what are we gonna do to pass the time this time?”
I shrugged and blew out a stream of smoke while flicking the ash off the glowing cherry. “Poker?” I asked with a grin and a side glance.
“Hell, might as well. Not like we can finish the scene since the damned writer’s stuck on stupid.” He grinned. “I got a bottle a’ whiskey too. Might make things interesting.”
“Did someone say whiskey? Char, you heard it too, right baby?”
We smirked at each other before turning to watch a wickedly grinning Pete round the corner of the building while Char trailed close behind him. Pete raised a brow when he saw us in robes. “We’re stuck, mid lemon,” I explained.
“Shit,” he said. “Hate it when that happens. It took weeks for her to get back to us last time.”
We nodded and Jasper said, “Yep,” while flicking his cig into a nearby puddle.
“So…whiskey?” he asked while pulling Char into his side, and Jasper snorted.
“Yeah, fucker, I reckon you can join us.”
“Sweet! It was gettin’ damn boring just waiting around.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered as we all went back into the building.
Jasper went to grab the bottle and glasses while I set up the game table and chairs. Jay and I had just sat down when Pete tossed a box on the table. My eyes narrowed. “Monopoly?” I gave Pete my best stink eye. “You a glutton for punishment, or something?”
“What?” he said, doing his best to look innocent.
“You lost an arm last time we played this,” I reminded and he shrugged while setting up the board.
“Long as Jasper controls himself…”
“You cheat,” all three of us chimed in at the same time and he stared at us, wide eyed with a hand splayed over his chest.
“I would never…”
Char snorted and flicked his ear while muttering, “…so full of shit.”
Peter smirked while Jasper poured us each a shot. “You love me anyway, baby.”
“God help me, I do,” she muttered under her breath before knocking back her shot.
“I call the dog!” I said before tossing back my shot. “Jasper’s the top hat ‘cause he’s my man.”
“Thank you, baby,” he said while leaning in to kiss me which didn’t bother me at all.
The boy can kiss among other carnal talents…just sayin’.
“Save that shit for the scene,” Pete grumbled while dealing out the money. “I’ll be the shoe, since I’m gonna kick all y’all’s asses,” he declared with a flourish of his shot glass before tossing it back. “Whoo! Damn, that’s good!”
Jasper rolled his eyes and refilled the glasses as Pete blew on the dice and rolled to start the game. “Lucky seven, hell yeah…”
We’d been playing for a while and Pete was just dodging a well deserved slap from Char, when the door opened and Paul from Breath In Union stalked in. “Mind if I hang here for a while?” he asked while grabbing an extra chair.
“Might as well,”Jasper said while lighting up another smoke. He waved a hand at the cabinets. “Grab a glass. We have whiskey.”
“Sweet,” Paul muttered before filling an empty glass. “Monopoly?” he asked with a raised brow. “Got lots of time to kill or something?”
I rolled the dice and nodded while moving my piece around the board. “Yep, been stuck for two days now, mid lemon.”
“Fuck, that’s brutal. At least she left us hanging at a decent point. Perpetual blue balls suck.”
Jas growled at the reminder, and I patted his leg. “Sorry baby,” I said and he nodded while running a hand through his hair with a sigh.
Pete grinned wickedly. “Hell, Major, you should be used to it by now. How many stories she got you hanging in?”
Char reached over and slapped the back of his head. “Shut it, you.”
Jasper glared. “Too many to mention, but thanks so much for the reminder, asshole.”
We all jumped at the sound of the door slamming and a second later, Alec from Welcome to Volterra waddled up to the table, his hand pressing into his back as I hurried to set up a chair for him. “You guys think you have it bad?” he asked while easing his very pregnant form into the chair. “She made me this way and who knows when she’ll get her ass back to the story to finish it.”
“You poor thing,” I cooed and he blushed as I kissed his cheek.
Jasper raised a brow and brandished the bottle with a smirk. “Whiskey?”
I narrowed my eyes at Jay and he had the grace to look ashamed. “He can’t have that!” I carded Alec’s hair with my fingers. “Would you like something else, sweetheart?”
He waved me off with a weary sigh. “No, thanks, I just drained the bus driver from that new one shot she did…Grey dog or hound or some such nonsense. I’m fine for now.”
I settled back in my seat and watched Jasper gleefully collect rent on boardwalk from a grumbling Peter when the door opened yet again and Caius from WTV strolled in. “So, this is where you’re all gathering,” he drawled while setting a chair next to Jasper and me. He leaned over and kissed me and then Jay. “Gods, how I miss you two.”
Peter smirked. “So, your royal blondness, you got a bun in the oven or what?”
I glanced over as Caius’s lip curled and he sneered “No one knows for sure. The writer has left me in a lurch, neither confirming nor denying the speculations. It’s my own personal slice of hell, so thanks for bringing it up.” Peter chuckled and Caius waved at the bottle. “Pour me a shot of that, will you, my warrior?”
Jasper reached for the bottle and I snatched it before he could get to it. “Oh no you don’t! No alcohol for you until we know you’re not pregnant!”
Caius blinked and…yep, he pouted. “Bellaaaa…my nerves…I’m ready to slaughter a small village here.”
I got up and kissed his cheek while cooing, “I’ll go make you some nice chamomile tea. How’s that?”
Pete snickered, then squawked like a dying chicken, “Ow, damn it woman! Quit hittin’ me.”
“Quit bein’ an insensitive ass, and I might consider it,” she muttered while collecting her $200 for passing go.
Paul snickered. “Too bad you can’t go alpha-wolf on your woman, Petey. Bet she’d quit smacking you then.”
Char leveled a glare at the smirking shifter. “Shut it wolfy, otherwise you’re gonna have to pry my size seven outta your furry ass.”
“Bring it, she-leech,” he muttered and I shot him a glare.
“Behave yourself, Lahote, otherwise I’m gonna tell my human self how you’re acting and you won’t get laid for a while.”
I set a steaming cup of tea in front of Caius and ignored his sneer while settling back into my seat. “What the hell? When did you get a hotel?” I mean-mugged Peter who grinned.
“I work fast, Busy-bee. Gotta pay attention.”
I sighed and rolled the dice, glancing to the door as Aro from WTV poked his head in. “Ah! There you all are! Alec, sweetling, are you well? I just saw Demetri on his way to training and he asked after you.”
“Yes, Papa, I’m fine. I was just missing Bella, so came to visit, since it’s clear the writer has no intention of getting back to us any time soon.”
Aro frowned. “Do not despair, sweet one, she will soon. You just have to have faith and a positive outlook!” He smiled brightly and clapped his hands. “For now, I must be back to planning the ball! Ta, ta, everyone and behave yourselves!”
He ducked back out and Paul raised a brow. “He always like that?”
Caius waved a hand. “Depends on the story. In WTV, he’s…let’s just say, flamboyant, and leave it at that.”
“Ah,” Paul said with a slow nod before shrugging and downing another shot.
“Aw, damn it,” Peter grumbled as he landed on one of my railroads.
I grinned and held out a hand. “I own all four. Pay up, sucker.”
“Oh man,” he whined just as Carlisle walked in.
Jasper choked on his shot of whiskey at the sight of the Cullen patriarch. “What the fuck are you wearing?!”
Carlisle paused and looked down at himself as we all eyed his frock coat, short pants, hose, and buckle shoes with raised brows. He glanced back up and frowned. “What? I can’t help that I’m stuck in the past at the moment.” He grabbed a chair and took a seat as Jasper poured him a generous shot. “Thank you,” he said while accepting the drink. “The clothes aren’t the worst of it, believe me. She keeps killing off my Bella and there’s nothing I can do.”
Paul shook his head. “Please tell me you’re at least getting laid.”
Carlisle elegantly downed his shot, blotting his lips on the back of his hand before slowly shaking his head. “Sadly, no, at least not this last go ‘round.”
All the men, with the exception of Alec, grumbled words of sympathy and Carlisle nodded while muttering, “Indeed.”
“Hit me again, bartender,” Char said, sliding her glass toward Jasper before rolling the dice. She moved her piece around the board finally landing on community chest as Jasper emptied the bottle in her glass. He slid his chair back but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“I’ll get it,” I said while grabbing the empty bottle and heading to the galley kitchen. “You guys all want the same?” I called out and they all called out a ‘yeah’ as I felt two pairs of arms wrap my waist from either side. I grinned and tilted my head as warm lips placed a kiss on my neck while the other man kissed my cheek. “Hiya, sweets. Klaus and I thought we’d come hang out with you Twilight losers for a while—you know, inject some class into this little gathering you got going on.”
I smirked. “Is that so? Well, grab a glass, you two, and pull up a chair,” I said while sliding out of their hold and walking back to the table with the fresh bottle of whiskey.
“Alec, you sure I can’t get you anything honey? Some tea or something?” I asked while filling everyone’s glass.
He rubbed his belly and shook his head. “No, I’m fine Bella, thank you.”
Jasper downed his shot and smirked at the original vampires. “So, you guys are stuck too, huh?”
Klaus raised his glass. “Currently on the longest date in history,” he answered with a smirk of his own before tipping back his shot.
Damon frowned. “At least you know where your girl is in your story. Mine’s been abducted by twinkle-dick, and that’s where the writer’s so graciously left us for weeks now. She’s lucky I’m such a nice guy.”
Pete snorted. “She’s lucky we all are.”
“Speak for yourselves,” Caius grumbled while eyeing his tea like it was a rank dog turd in the cup.
“All we can do is be patient,” I said with a pat to Caius’s hand.
Jasper refilled all our glasses before standing and raising his. “To the eventual end of writer’s block and to patience.”
We all raised our glasses. “To patience,” we echoed and drank just as the cursor on the giant white screen in the room began blinking.
Jasper’s gaze met mine and we grinned. “Everybody out,” he ordered. “Seems my girl and I have a lemon to finish.”
~Fin
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With a low moan, I buried both hands in Jasper’s silky curls, loving the feel of his warm lips and velvet tongue on my skin as he kissed and sucked his way to my bare…
“Jasper?” I asked with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah?” He glanced up and my hands dropped from his hair and thumped on the mattress.
“How much longer are we gonna lie here and wait?”
He dropped his head and blew out a gusty breath before nodding. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
I rolled from underneath him and stood from the bed, throwing on a white terry robe before tossing him the matching one. “Two days, Jas,” I said while tying the belt at my waist. “I don’t think she’s coming back to finish the chapter any time soon.”
He rose and shrugged on the robe, covering that delectable physique I loved so much. “Reckon we might as well take a break.” He reached into the pocket of his robe and nodded toward the exit. “Join me for a smoke?”
“Sure, why not?” I said as we walked out into the bright light of day.
He leaned up against the side of the building and shook out the cigs, offering me one. I took it and he lit it, before lighting his own with a deep drag. “So, what are we gonna do to pass the time this time?”
I shrugged and blew out a stream of smoke while flicking the ash off the glowing cherry. “Poker?” I asked with a grin and a side glance.
“Hell, might as well. Not like we can finish the scene since the damned writer’s stuck on stupid.” He grinned. “I got a bottle a’ whiskey too. Might make things interesting.”
“Did someone say whiskey? Char, you heard it too, right baby?”
We smirked at each other before turning to watch a wickedly grinning Pete round the corner of the building while Char trailed close behind him. Pete raised a brow when he saw us in robes. “We’re stuck, mid lemon,” I explained.
“Shit,” he said. “Hate it when that happens. It took weeks for her to get back to us last time.”
We nodded and Jasper said, “Yep,” while flicking his cig into a nearby puddle.
“So…whiskey?” he asked while pulling Char into his side, and Jasper snorted.
“Yeah, fucker, I reckon you can join us.”
“Sweet! It was gettin’ damn boring just waiting around.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered as we all went back into the building.
Jasper went to grab the bottle and glasses while I set up the game table and chairs. Jay and I had just sat down when Pete tossed a box on the table. My eyes narrowed. “Monopoly?” I gave Pete my best stink eye. “You a glutton for punishment, or something?”
“What?” he said, doing his best to look innocent.
“You lost an arm last time we played this,” I reminded and he shrugged while setting up the board.
“Long as Jasper controls himself…”
“You cheat,” all three of us chimed in at the same time and he stared at us, wide eyed with a hand splayed over his chest.
“I would never…”
Char snorted and flicked his ear while muttering, “…so full of shit.”
Peter smirked while Jasper poured us each a shot. “You love me anyway, baby.”
“God help me, I do,” she muttered under her breath before knocking back her shot.
“I call the dog!” I said before tossing back my shot. “Jasper’s the top hat ‘cause he’s my man.”
“Thank you, baby,” he said while leaning in to kiss me which didn’t bother me at all.
The boy can kiss among other carnal talents…just sayin’.
“Save that shit for the scene,” Pete grumbled while dealing out the money. “I’ll be the shoe, since I’m gonna kick all y’all’s asses,” he declared with a flourish of his shot glass before tossing it back. “Whoo! Damn, that’s good!”
Jasper rolled his eyes and refilled the glasses as Pete blew on the dice and rolled to start the game. “Lucky seven, hell yeah…”
We’d been playing for a while and Pete was just dodging a well deserved slap from Char, when the door opened and Paul from Breath In Union stalked in. “Mind if I hang here for a while?” he asked while grabbing an extra chair.
“Might as well,”Jasper said while lighting up another smoke. He waved a hand at the cabinets. “Grab a glass. We have whiskey.”
“Sweet,” Paul muttered before filling an empty glass. “Monopoly?” he asked with a raised brow. “Got lots of time to kill or something?”
I rolled the dice and nodded while moving my piece around the board. “Yep, been stuck for two days now, mid lemon.”
“Fuck, that’s brutal. At least she left us hanging at a decent point. Perpetual blue balls suck.”
Jas growled at the reminder, and I patted his leg. “Sorry baby,” I said and he nodded while running a hand through his hair with a sigh.
Pete grinned wickedly. “Hell, Major, you should be used to it by now. How many stories she got you hanging in?”
Char reached over and slapped the back of his head. “Shut it, you.”
Jasper glared. “Too many to mention, but thanks so much for the reminder, asshole.”
We all jumped at the sound of the door slamming and a second later, Alec from Welcome to Volterra waddled up to the table, his hand pressing into his back as I hurried to set up a chair for him. “You guys think you have it bad?” he asked while easing his very pregnant form into the chair. “She made me this way and who knows when she’ll get her ass back to the story to finish it.”
“You poor thing,” I cooed and he blushed as I kissed his cheek.
Jasper raised a brow and brandished the bottle with a smirk. “Whiskey?”
I narrowed my eyes at Jay and he had the grace to look ashamed. “He can’t have that!” I carded Alec’s hair with my fingers. “Would you like something else, sweetheart?”
He waved me off with a weary sigh. “No, thanks, I just drained the bus driver from that new one shot she did…Grey dog or hound or some such nonsense. I’m fine for now.”
I settled back in my seat and watched Jasper gleefully collect rent on boardwalk from a grumbling Peter when the door opened yet again and Caius from WTV strolled in. “So, this is where you’re all gathering,” he drawled while setting a chair next to Jasper and me. He leaned over and kissed me and then Jay. “Gods, how I miss you two.”
Peter smirked. “So, your royal blondness, you got a bun in the oven or what?”
I glanced over as Caius’s lip curled and he sneered “No one knows for sure. The writer has left me in a lurch, neither confirming nor denying the speculations. It’s my own personal slice of hell, so thanks for bringing it up.” Peter chuckled and Caius waved at the bottle. “Pour me a shot of that, will you, my warrior?”
Jasper reached for the bottle and I snatched it before he could get to it. “Oh no you don’t! No alcohol for you until we know you’re not pregnant!”
Caius blinked and…yep, he pouted. “Bellaaaa…my nerves…I’m ready to slaughter a small village here.”
I got up and kissed his cheek while cooing, “I’ll go make you some nice chamomile tea. How’s that?”
Pete snickered, then squawked like a dying chicken, “Ow, damn it woman! Quit hittin’ me.”
“Quit bein’ an insensitive ass, and I might consider it,” she muttered while collecting her $200 for passing go.
Paul snickered. “Too bad you can’t go alpha-wolf on your woman, Petey. Bet she’d quit smacking you then.”
Char leveled a glare at the smirking shifter. “Shut it wolfy, otherwise you’re gonna have to pry my size seven outta your furry ass.”
“Bring it, she-leech,” he muttered and I shot him a glare.
“Behave yourself, Lahote, otherwise I’m gonna tell my human self how you’re acting and you won’t get laid for a while.”
I set a steaming cup of tea in front of Caius and ignored his sneer while settling back into my seat. “What the hell? When did you get a hotel?” I mean-mugged Peter who grinned.
“I work fast, Busy-bee. Gotta pay attention.”
I sighed and rolled the dice, glancing to the door as Aro from WTV poked his head in. “Ah! There you all are! Alec, sweetling, are you well? I just saw Demetri on his way to training and he asked after you.”
“Yes, Papa, I’m fine. I was just missing Bella, so came to visit, since it’s clear the writer has no intention of getting back to us any time soon.”
Aro frowned. “Do not despair, sweet one, she will soon. You just have to have faith and a positive outlook!” He smiled brightly and clapped his hands. “For now, I must be back to planning the ball! Ta, ta, everyone and behave yourselves!”
He ducked back out and Paul raised a brow. “He always like that?”
Caius waved a hand. “Depends on the story. In WTV, he’s…let’s just say, flamboyant, and leave it at that.”
“Ah,” Paul said with a slow nod before shrugging and downing another shot.
“Aw, damn it,” Peter grumbled as he landed on one of my railroads.
I grinned and held out a hand. “I own all four. Pay up, sucker.”
“Oh man,” he whined just as Carlisle walked in.
Jasper choked on his shot of whiskey at the sight of the Cullen patriarch. “What the fuck are you wearing?!”
Carlisle paused and looked down at himself as we all eyed his frock coat, short pants, hose, and buckle shoes with raised brows. He glanced back up and frowned. “What? I can’t help that I’m stuck in the past at the moment.” He grabbed a chair and took a seat as Jasper poured him a generous shot. “Thank you,” he said while accepting the drink. “The clothes aren’t the worst of it, believe me. She keeps killing off my Bella and there’s nothing I can do.”
Paul shook his head. “Please tell me you’re at least getting laid.”
Carlisle elegantly downed his shot, blotting his lips on the back of his hand before slowly shaking his head. “Sadly, no, at least not this last go ‘round.”
All the men, with the exception of Alec, grumbled words of sympathy and Carlisle nodded while muttering, “Indeed.”
“Hit me again, bartender,” Char said, sliding her glass toward Jasper before rolling the dice. She moved her piece around the board finally landing on community chest as Jasper emptied the bottle in her glass. He slid his chair back but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“I’ll get it,” I said while grabbing the empty bottle and heading to the galley kitchen. “You guys all want the same?” I called out and they all called out a ‘yeah’ as I felt two pairs of arms wrap my waist from either side. I grinned and tilted my head as warm lips placed a kiss on my neck while the other man kissed my cheek. “Hiya, sweets. Klaus and I thought we’d come hang out with you Twilight losers for a while—you know, inject some class into this little gathering you got going on.”
I smirked. “Is that so? Well, grab a glass, you two, and pull up a chair,” I said while sliding out of their hold and walking back to the table with the fresh bottle of whiskey.
“Alec, you sure I can’t get you anything honey? Some tea or something?” I asked while filling everyone’s glass.
He rubbed his belly and shook his head. “No, I’m fine Bella, thank you.”
Jasper downed his shot and smirked at the original vampires. “So, you guys are stuck too, huh?”
Klaus raised his glass. “Currently on the longest date in history,” he answered with a smirk of his own before tipping back his shot.
Damon frowned. “At least you know where your girl is in your story. Mine’s been abducted by twinkle-dick, and that’s where the writer’s so graciously left us for weeks now. She’s lucky I’m such a nice guy.”
Pete snorted. “She’s lucky we all are.”
“Speak for yourselves,” Caius grumbled while eyeing his tea like it was a rank dog turd in the cup.
“All we can do is be patient,” I said with a pat to Caius’s hand.
Jasper refilled all our glasses before standing and raising his. “To the eventual end of writer’s block and to patience.”
We all raised our glasses. “To patience,” we echoed and drank just as the cursor on the giant white screen in the room began blinking.
Jasper’s gaze met mine and we grinned. “Everybody out,” he ordered. “Seems my girl and I have a lemon to finish.”
~Fin
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