I has committed Fic.

And committed is the right word.

Last night, I got a text from moonlettuce that can be summed up as 'save me from shitty DJs and their insistence on playing ::shudder:: dance remixes of every classic song that's requested of them'. After rejecting my first suggestion of 'kill it with fire', I was left with no alternative but to text her something to cheer her up.

Text her 24 times with something to cheer her up, because while Claire can text me random porn and fit it into one text message apparently my inability to be concise affects my 'it's almost midnight and I can't believe I'm writing Tyler/El Blanco porn' texting abilities as well. (And let me say now that you haven't lived unless you have experienced Claire's 'it's the end of the month, how can I use my remaining text message quota' texting of random porn to you.)

So below the cut is 700 words of Tyler/El Blanco porn. For those of you who have not yet experienced Claire's OTP, the fandom is Tremors: The (TV) Series, and Tyler is one of the main leads. And El Blanco?

Is the worm.

'Ware complete crack below.

( Once upon a time... )

Scarily, this is also not the first time I have written this pairing either, and for that I totally blame mmom and Claire, and since mmom is in fact Claire's idea and Claire's baby, that means I blame Claire. For oh so many, many things.

♥ babe.