Five Acts Meme

[jay_moose]

 

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's interests.

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

for 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)

Comments

And now, what if Victor Hugo wrote masturbation fic? XD 1/2

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Eponine had seen him three times this week.

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

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

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

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

You should see my palms right now. freaking SWEATING.

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