Five Acts Meme
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jay_moose
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My fandoms:
Supernatural,
House MD,
Sherlock Holmes (BBC, Granada, 2009 Movie),
Jeeves & Wooster,
A Bit of Fry and Laurie,
Torchwood/Doctor Who,
Broadway Musicals,
Queer as Folk (US)
Pairings
Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel, Dean/Gabriel, Jimmy/Amelia, John/Mary, Bobby/Karen, Dean/Cas/Sam, Dean/Cas/Gabriel, Sam/Cas/Gabriel, Gabriel/Crowley (Why, yes, i do like to mix and match my Free Will). I'm really not that fussed about Supernatural pairings, 'cept Sam/Dean. No objections to 'angelcest.' Yes, i'm a hypocrite. RPS (Jensen/Misha, Jared/Richard, Jared/Misha, J2/Misha. I've been corrupted)
Good Omens: Crowley/Aziraphale
House MD: House/Wilson, House/Wilson/Cuddy
Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson, Watson/Mary, Holmes/Watson/Lestrade, Holmes/Moriarty
Jeeves & Wooster: Jeeves/Bertie, Bingo/Rosie, Bertie/Rocky(/Jeeves), Bertie/Bingo, Claude/Rainsby/Eustace
A Bit Of Fry and Laurie: Tony/Control, John/Peter, Jack/Neddy
Torchwood:Jack/Ianto, Rhys/Andy, Ianto/Lisa, Owen/Katie, Owen/Tosh, Jack/Duchess
Doctor Who: Jack/Doctor (Nine, Ten, or Eleven), Eleven/Amy, Eleven/Amy/Rory, Eleven/Amy/River, Donna/Lee, Martha/Tom
Musicals: Not going to list pairings for musicals. If i get anything from any musical, that's enough for me.
Queer As Folk: Brian/Justin, Michael/Ben, Emmett/Ted
5 Kinks
1) Crush/Unrequited Love
2) Loss of Control(emotional, physical, situational, erotic, etc)
3) Smarm (intense friendship with physical closeness but no actual sex)
4) Threesome
5) Intelligence
Things I've Written
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zekkass : A Bit Of Fry and Laurie, Friederich/Major Donaldson: Character A having/making/getting doubles of himself and Character B being all O.O but v. interested in the possibilities about that. Or some variant on that. (Light R)for
sycophantastic : Supernatural, Young!John/Patrick the Man Witch, 1. Jealousy/Possessiveness (PG)
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Date: 2011-01-08 05:02 am (UTC)Not porny at all but instead fluffy to the max. Sam Marks & Azzant cuddling. :3
Date: 2011-01-08 06:37 am (UTC)He doesn't see Azzant's hands tremble or how fear flits across the Assistant's face as he struggles to escape the endless depths of memories and a sweeping urge to run back to the only place he could call home for endless years.
He tugs gently instead, and when Azzant finally turns to look at him, he's worried but offering a kind smile.
Azzant stares at him, then rushes forward into Sam's arms, holding him in a tight hug.
"Having a bad night?" Sam asks quietly, rubbing Azzant's back in soothing circles, and when Azzant nods ever so slightly against his shoulder he just leads them both to bed.
There's a moment where they aren't holding onto each other as they get into bed, but it's brief and soon Azzant is pressed into Sam again, occasionally shivering but calming as Sam smooths his hair down.
"Thank you," Azzant whispers. "Thank you thank you," he stumbles over the words, quiets when Sam sshs.
"Anytime," Sam says, and tucks them in. "You know that."
Azzant does, he really does, (he knows everything, or he did once upon a time) but hearing it said aloud helps in more ways than he can count.
They stay like that, Azzant pressed close with Sam's arms around him, safe and comfortable, for the rest of the night.
Re: Not porny at all but instead fluffy to the max. Sam Marks & Azzant cuddling. :3
Date: 2011-01-08 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-08 10:17 pm (UTC)And now, what if Victor Hugo wrote masturbation fic? XD 1/2
Date: 2011-01-08 08:44 pm (UTC)Once, he didn't notice her. He was on the promenade, his nose fiercely stuck into one of those books. She followed him for a block and a half, finally melting into an alleyway and listening when he turned to greet a friend. His voice melted in the bottom of her gut like thick butter.
The second time, he tipped his hat at her; they barely said hello.
The third time, she found a reason to come to him; a letter, stolen from his mailbox, then dropped on the floor. She trampled on it with her father's boot, then, when it was well stained, she brought it to his flat. He did not notice that she had arrived. Again buried in a pile of books, spectacles on his nose, perhaps just to adorn himself as a scholar would.
"Monsieur Marius," she said, and her voice was skittish and squawky as a diving bird's cry.
He looked up and his eyes were clouded for a minute, dark and spinning somehow.
"Ah, Eponine, isn't it," he said, and rose, removing the spectacles. "You have a habit of appearing in my flat."
Eponine quite consciously forgot about her letter. "You are buried in books again," she said, and leaned over the table. "I've told you I can read, haven't I? Only not when the book is facing in that direction. I would have to come stand quite close to you to read it well. I imagine the chair would be warm, then. Because you would cede your chair to me because you are a gentleman. Oh, but don't move, Monsieur Marius; I shall not attempt to read your book today. I should never step closer than this." Her cheeks reddened. "Not without being invited."
Her eyes fluttered, then, to his hand, and she thought of the invitation, the reaching out and spreading of his fingers. Perhaps past her hand. Perhaps right to her waist. Perhaps those fingers would find a secure hold, there, and she should be lifted, light as paper, far lighter than books. Deposited on that table. And opened, examined, understood as a book should be. Eponine envied his books.
Marius turned to the window. He was unsure how to approach a girl like her, she was sure of that. Eponine would never think of herself as a woman, not as a lady, she was forever a girl, bound by poverty to youth, the only asset she had left. But in the moment she thought she felt that secret mystery that women felt; the opening up in the heart of her, the deepening of all her body's impulses. She was hot inside; she shifted on her scrawny legs. Her hand clutched around the letter.
"Oh!" She cried out, all useless child again. "I nearly forgot. Here, I found this letter."
"Another from your father?" Marius shook his head. "I am not interested in pursuing any more of his charity farces.
"No!" She protested, pressing forward, stepping inside the invisible barrier. "I found it. Outside your door; perhaps the messenger dropped it, or the wind blew it from your sight. Apologies, monsieur, but it has been stepped on." She praised herself in the successful commission of this falsehood.
His fingers touched hers; a spark flew through her that she feared would topple her. He took the letter.
At once his eyes lit up. A smile of delight crossed his face; he took the letter with delight and his hand came up to clap onto her shoulder. "Thank you!" he said. "I should reward you for recovering it."
Eponine bit the inside of her cheek to keep from becoming liquid. "A letter from your lover, then?" she teased. "I shall let you read it in silence. Don't let it distract you from your studies, monsieur -- those are important books! I can tell from the way they smell!"
She beat a fast retreat before he could destroy her with another moment of contact.
Re: And now, what if Victor Hugo wrote masturbation fic? XD 2/2
Date: 2011-01-08 08:45 pm (UTC)Eponine had no room of her own; she and her parents were cursed to live in the same small space, through which traveled any number of thieves and louts. She did have a friend in the urchin that was her brother, he who lived inside the elephant, and he had guided her, once, to a quiet rooftop atop which rested a musty mattress behind an overhang. It soaked with rain and snow in the winters, but now it was dry. It smelled of use by beggars and lovers alike.
She spread out there, staring up at the blank wall that shadowed this space from the worst of the elements. Her body ached, the undernourished peaks of what rightfully should be breasts throbbing. When she closed her eyes, she felt the press onto her shoulder, felt the phantom hands traveling over her skin. She followed it with her own, torturing her soul to the remembered sounds of his voice, speaking in delight. Speaking her name. Thanking her. Offering her reward.
Hidden away from the city in shadow, she cried out his name in love, trembled with the peak of her want, and then folded in on herself to walk with him, in her dreams, 'til morning.
Re: And now, what if Victor Hugo wrote masturbation fic? XD 2/2
Date: 2011-01-08 08:55 pm (UTC)You...wrote epic...Les Miserables fic for me. I don't think my brain has fully processed..that you wrote... Les Miserables fic for me.
The wording and the phrasing..and the... I'm literally shaking.
This is for me .
I..thank you. ♥ Seriously. Thank you
spn, dean/castiel, sort of smarm aka cas being kinda asexual, pg13
Date: 2011-01-11 01:17 am (UTC)If you told Dean some five years ago that he’d have ended up in a serious committed relationship with no sex of any kind going on, he’d have kindly advised you to get your head checked.
Yeah, not the case anymore. (Or well, he still has enough time alone with his hand or otherwise he’d go stir crazy, but he isn’t having sex with anyone, so it really isn’t the point.)
Mostly, turns out that angels of the lord aren’t really the sexual kind of beings regardless of wearing a vessel or not. It’s not even that they don’t feel it (no one forgot that time with the porn movie); it’s just that it doesn’t do anything for them. Or at least, not like it does it for anyone else.
Okay, it’s not just this. It’s that, irony of ironies, they apparently can go through the damned motions when it’s just sex, but when emotional components set in? It becomes more than mere sex and it doesn’t just work like that anymore. Kissing is good, it’s actually awesome, touching is great, absolutely, personal space being banned is the norm, but if he and Cas move on to fun times? Then Dean is the only one strictly having fun, and when Cas suggested that they could still have sex anyway since it worked for Dean, Dean had declared that it felt awful and he’d rather use some time alone. It’s not even that he feels mortified – he knows that it’s actually flattering because it means that Cas really wants him – it’s just that he feels awful because there’s no reciprocating. Which is why they stick to reciprocating-only business now.
And the strangest thing is that he doesn’t feel like he’s lacking anything at all. Because overall, you need to look at the circumstances. Cas isn’t needed in Heaven anymore and he chose to stay here, but there aren’t repercussions, which is pretty much great in Dean’s book. They live together, Dean has an actual job, Cas has one too (Dean works in a record shop and Cas ended up at the community college’s library; Dean wasn’t surprised when he heard it), he sees Sam pretty often (still hunting things for him, at least for now), and this whole part of it is pretty good. Then, since there’s no Apocalypse and no war in Heaven, he and Cas finally had time to actually live together without any threat looming over their heads. Cas likes Dean’s books and he steals them all the time, Dean doesn’t mind and at the same time he has forced Cas to grow a decent pop culture, they stay too close all the time and they touch each other a lot and Cas is still a heck of a good kisser. He also is absolutely not tidy and he likes to sleep in late if he can, and while sharing a bed without any sex happening in it had been weird at the beginning, now it really isn’t. And fine, Dean loves having sex, but the feeling that comes when he gets in bed and Cas wraps an arm around his waist is something he never experienced quite so fully, not even with Lisa, and if you ask him whether he’s happy now, he’d say that yes, he is, without thinking a lot about it. So he has found out he can live without it, and that he can have a pretty good life all things considered. And in comparison to all the sacrifices he has done, this one seems nothing, especially whenever he remembers that if he doesn’t have sex with Cas is because there’s no other place Cas would rather be other than their bed.
Alright, he’ll admit that his life is fucking weird, but that is barely something he cares about anymore.
Re: spn, dean/castiel, sort of smarm aka cas being kinda asexual, pg13
Date: 2011-01-11 01:28 am (UTC)Thank you again and again!
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Date: 2011-01-11 11:35 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, sort of smarm aka cas being kinda asexual, pg13
Date: 2011-01-11 07:07 am (UTC)Re: spn, dean/castiel, sort of smarm aka cas being kinda asexual, pg13
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