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28 November 2012 @ 11:19 am
five acts round seven  
yessssssss. I totally don't have time for this BUT I'LL MAKE IT. And I'm re-using the adorable cat banner because it's adorable.



+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom of your post, 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.


1. consensual d/s: or, bulletproof number one that never gets switched, apparently. Give me some fully/entirely consensual d/s and I'll love you forever. I don't care if it's some 24/7 thing or not, I don't care if it's sexual or not. If it's sexual, as long as long as animals aren't involved, feel free to go as far as you want.

2. crossdressing: bulletproof kink the second. Mostly, it's a favorite when it's men wearing female clothes (or underwear) but I'll really take anything, any degree. But any kind of gender-related theme is welcomed - you want to give me something where in a het ship the woman is totally wearing the pants in the relationship, I'm totally game for it.

3. AUs: my favorite flavors are western (WESTERN STUFF IS ALWAYS WELCOME IF YOU GO WESTERN YOU CANNOT GO WRONG), hookers and apocalypse, but don't let that stop you. Anything goes (also canon divergence).

4. Cinderella stories: or, NEW SHINY ENTRY! As the description says: rescuing someone from servitude or cruel family; going from rags to riches; Pretty Woman scenarios; fairy-tale romances in general. Go wild.

5. Names and address: or, new shiny entry as well! The description follows, I'll bold the preferred ones: endearments: sweetheart, honey, mine; nicknames: chief, kid, sport; terms that assert power: boy, cunt; insulting terms that may hide some affection: monkey-boy, Your Worshipfulness, you big furry oaf; using someone's name as a sign of intimacy; using only formal modes of address: Sir, Major.

Lost: Jack/Boone, Desmond/Sayid, Jack/Sawyer, Boone/Charlie, any combination of Jack/Sawyer/Sayid/Boone, Desmond/Penny, Jack/Juliet, Daniel/Desmond, Richard/Miles, Frank/anyone and Jacob/Richard.
Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel, Ash/Andy, Ash/Pamela, actually Ash/everyone, Dean/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy (hell, Dean/Cas/Jimmy is totally awesome too) also Sam/Balthazar, Castiel/Balthazar and Dean/Castiel/Balthazar are most welcome. I can work with Dean/Cas/Benny.
The Dark Tower series: Roland/Eddie (I could give a kidney for Roland/Eddie, actually. *hints*), Cuthbert/Alain, Roland/Eddie/Susannah.
A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones: Jaime/Brienne, Robb/Theon, Jon/Sam, Sandor/Sansa, Asha/Theon (either sexual or just brother/sister stuff, but if you want to add Robb and make it a threesome I'm totally game), Jon/Ygritte, Jon/Theon, Stannis/Davos, Oberyn Martell/ANYONE, Jon Connington/any male who might appreciate him the way he deserves. Any of these people/happiness is also a good pick.
The Avengers (& related movies): Tony/Bruce, Steve/Bucky, Tony/Steve/Bruce, Steve/Bruce. If anyone wants to threesome Bucky into Bruce/Steve or foursome him into Tony/Steve/Bruce, I have absolutely no objections.
Good Omens: Crowley/Aziraphale, Newt/Anathema if you're feeling bold.
Chuck: Chuck/Bryce, Ellie/Awesome, Jeffster. Platonic or not, as you want. XD
Deadwood: Jane/Joanie, Sol/Trixie.
The Three Musketeers (still hopeless but I try!): Athos/d'Artagnan, Porthos/Aramis, Rochefort/Richelieu (come on, OTP!). Also friendship and not-slash is awesome.
The Vampire porn Diaries: Damon/Alaric, Damon/any male character that isn't Jeremy or Tyler, Damon/John/Alaric and any combination thereof. Damon/Stefan/Alaric would be kinda awesome, too. Then, Stefan/Elena, Damon/Stefan, Tyler/Caroline, Stefan/Elena/Damon, Tyler/Caroline/Matt, Matt/Jeremy.
Boardwalk Empire: Jimmy/Richard, Jimmy/Richard/Angela (or any combination thereof), Julia/Richard.
Sirens: Ash/Stuart, Ash/Stuart/Rachid.
Sherlock: Lestrade/anyone except Moriarty and Mycroft, though Lestrade/Sherlock is preferred.
Six Feet Under: David/Keith, Nate/Brenda.
Watchmen: Daniel/Rorschach.

1. ASOIAF, Robb/Theon, restraints + oral sex + well-fucked, nc17, for eppic
2. ASOIAF, Robb/Theon, Stockholm syndrome + angst, pg, for lenina20
3. ASOIAF, Stannis Davos, hand fetishization and neck touching, pg, for linndechir
4. SPN, Balthazar/Benny + sort of Dean/Cas, proximity/touching, Pg13 for bballgirl3022
5. SPN, Dean/Cas, road trips, pg13 for pann_cake
6. SPN, Dean/Cas, consensual d/s + lingerie, NC17 for joyyjpg
7. ASOIAF, Robb/Theon, crossdressing, pg13 for doreyg
8. Some Like It Hot, Joe/Jerry/Sugar/Osgood, crossdressing, pg13 for doreyg
9. Sirens, Ash/Stuart, friendship to romance, caretaking, pg13, for lipstickcat
10. ASOIAF, Jon/Theon, angst + hurt/comfort + bedsharing, pg13 (hard) for outboxed
11. ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne + Jon/Sam + Stannis/Davos + Arya/Gendry + Robb/Theon big damn kisses/romantic gestures/confessions, pg13, for ozmissage


1. SPN, Dean/Cas, hooker AU + d/s + crossdressing by joyyjpg
2. SPN, Dean/Cas, hooker/medieval AU + cinderella trope + names, by pann_cake
3. Sirens, Ash/Stuart, hooker AU by lipstickcat
 
 
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upupa_epops: [tvd] Alaric Damonupupa_epops on November 28th, 2012 01:07 pm (UTC)
OMG you reminded me this meme exists! Now I just want to see everyone's lists and save them for further reference XD.
the female ghost of tom joad: the vampire porn damon/alaric phonejanie_tangerine on November 28th, 2012 03:10 pm (UTC)
Happy to be of help! ;)
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the female ghost of tom joad: asoiaf >> night's watchjanie_tangerine on November 28th, 2012 03:15 pm (UTC)
DO ITTTTTTTTT. ;) ;) ;) I COMMAND YOU TO. IF ANYTHING I GET TO WRITE YOU SOMETHING AFTER YOU SPOILED ME LAST ROUND.

... well, I never say no to Robb/Theon if you feel so inclined. XDD (also the vampire porn list is kind of outdated and I never added people from S2 onwards because I was lazy and couldn't be bothered, but while I really can't get into Klaus ships I suppose I can be happy with Katherine and/or Rebekah being in the ship, I'm easy like that. ;) )
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the female ghost of tom joad: lost shannonjanie_tangerine on November 28th, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC)
AWESOME. ;) also damn you, you put Stockholm Syndrome there just to make me write Robb/Theon, didn't you? ;) ;) oh well, I'll be there having a look and see what happens.

Pffff because you think I regret the weird things I make you do ;). Also oh dear you're so right that Rebekah is sort of like her - tbh my Rebekah appreciation more or less started because I was doing a crossover exchange and the only ship listed that I could have done included her and since I had to do her POV I sort of started liking her along the way, but she *is* the resident Shannon indeed.
joyjoyyjpg on December 1st, 2012 07:30 pm (UTC)
call me maybe; dean/castiel, nc17 [hooker au, D/s, crossdressing] 1/3?
I was really really going to write something with your SHINY NEW ENTRIES but oops, I am predictable? plus, I seem to remember intending to write you a hooker AU last round and then I didn't so here. :)

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Of all the fucked up situations Dean has landed himself in during his lifetime, this takes the cake.

“Fucked up” is only one way to describe it, but definitely not the only way. For example, this, right now – in an uncharacteristically swanky hotel room, in a bed twice as soft as his own, with a blue silk tie binding his wrists to the headboard and the waistband of matching blue silk panties digging into his hips, pulled down and snug against his balls, and Cas riding him like a fucking pony – this is awesome.

And Cas is awesome. He’s a little weird and doesn’t get a lot of Dean’s jokes, but god if it isn’t as endearing as hell. He’s smart and he treats Dean like he matters, which occasionally makes him uncomfortable, especially when Cas drops some gem on him about self-worth or whatever – and he’s so fucking earnest that it’s ridiculous. He gets under Dean’s skin in ways he’s pretty sure neither of them ever expected. Dean has already been through the denial phase – at this point, he can admit he’s pretty much gone for the guy.

He fell for a hooker. So yeah, “fucked up” pretty much covers it.

Cas uses the term “escort,” to set himself in a different class from the people you meet on shady street corners, although Dean knows that Cas’ roots in the business aren’t as glamorous as the agency he works for now or the club where Dean met him. Dean didn’t know what kind of place it was when he got there, but once he figured it out, he was ready to hit the door – never mind the matter of pride (Dean Winchester doesn’t have to pay for sex, thank you), but the guys there seemed a bit out of his price range. Then a pair of big blue eyes down the bar caught his attention, and it was so worth being late on his rent that month.

It says a lot about his life that he now puts money aside specifically for a prostitute. But he likes Cas and it’s more than just sex – although sex is, you know, sort of the foundation of their relationship and it is amazing. It was pretty basic at first, not that basic is bad, until Cas started asking about other things that Dean liked, any fantasies he might have. That’s how Dean ended up telling him the story about Rhonda Hurley and her panties, and eventually about how sometimes he likes giving up control to his partner. It took Dean by surprise how much trust he put in Cas to let him tie him up and hold him down and fuck him into next week, but it was the best decision ever.

And then Dean had to go and screw everything up with feelings or whatever and discovered that he liked the times when he and Cas talked or went out or whatever as much as the sex. And sometimes he’s convinced Cas feels the same way – he’s taken the time to get to know Dean during these encounters, and sometimes he’ll just look at Dean with one of those tiny half-smiles and Dean thinks Cas is going to kiss him. He never does.

And then he remembers that Cas is getting paid to make him feel special. Which makes Dean the most pathetic son of a bitch on the planet, but hey. He figures he can live with that a little while longer, at least until he realizes that he can’t keep putting out the money for Cas. He’ll go find someone willing to fuck him for free and he’ll forget all about Cas and those stupid eyes and the way he cocks his head to the side when Dean makes a joke he doesn’t get or looks at Dean when he’s talking like what he says and thinks is actually important.

For now though, Dean’s not really thinking about any of that because his brain is gone, lost somewhere between Cas’ tie digging into his wrists and the glorious tight heat around his cock as Cas rides him into the mattress. Cas has one hand on Dean’s chest for balance, the other stroking his own cock. Dean loves to watch him lose control – his head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut and he presses his lips together, tongue darting out and leaving a wet trail behind. Dean wants so much to touch him, to run his thumb along Cas’ bottom lip, to wrap his own hand around Cas’ cock.
joyjoyyjpg on December 1st, 2012 07:37 pm (UTC)
Re: call me maybe; dean/castiel, nc17 [hooker au, D/s, crossdressing] 2/3
He can feel his orgasm building, heat curling low in his belly. “Cas,” he says, his voice hoarse, “Cas, I’m –”

“No,” Cas says without ever missing beat. He opens his eyes to look at Dean, doing that freaky intense eye-contact thing he does that partly makes Dean want to shrink away from his gaze, but mostly draws him in like a fucking moth to a flame. “Not yet.”

Dean bites back a whimper and focuses on holding back, trying not to come until Cas tells him he can. It’s not easy, but thankfully it doesn’t take long for the rhythm of Cas’ hips to falter, for the noises he’s making to become more desperate. Cas leans down, his mouth hot against the shell of Dean’s ear. “Now,” he says. “Come with me, Dean.”

Dean tries really hard to keep his eyes open but he fails, squeezing them shut while stars explode behind his eyelids. He feels Cas clenching around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

Then everything goes kind of hazy, and he’s only vaguely aware of Cas’ weight lifting off of him and the sound of running water. He manages to pry his eyes open now. This is his favorite part – afterwards, Cas is always so tender, cleaning them both up, running his hands over Dean’s over-sensitive flesh just enough to make him shiver. He watches as Cas walks back towards the bed, still completely naked. Cas slips the condom off Dean’s softening cock and tosses it into the wastebin, then he cleans him with a warm cloth, gently wiping it over Dean’s groin and stomach. Then he pulls the ruined panties back up and gives Dean’s hip a quick kiss before disappearing back into the bathroom.

Dean feels totally useless and part of him wants to complain that Cas doesn’t have to any of this, but it’s nice to be the one being taken care of for a change – and really, he couldn’t move right now if he wanted to. His arms are starting get a little sore, but not too bad. Sometimes Cas will leave him tied up and naked while he gets dressed, carrying on entire conversations that way, and only letting him loose when Cas is about to leave.

This time, though, Cas doesn’t wait as long. He emerges from the bathroom and stops to grab his boxers and dress shirt from the pile on the floor. He slips them both on, leaving his shirt unbuttoned, and sits down on the edge of the bed, his fingers idly tracing the tattoo on Dean’s chest. “How do you feel?”

Dean hums and doesn’t bother trying to hide the grin spreading across his face. “Awesome.”

Cas smiles and reaches up to untangle his tie from Dean’s wrists. Once free, he tosses the tie to the side and takes Dean’s hands in his own. Dean can already see the beginnings of bruises and smiles to himself, thinking of how he’ll look at them for days, runs his fingers across them and think of Cas. Cas brings Dean’s wrists to his mouth and kisses each one of them where the bruises will be, his tongue brushing the skin enough to make Dean’s spent cock give a hopeless twitch.

Dean closes his eyes just for a second and accidentally dozes off, opening his eyes again to find Cas almost fully dressed and cleaning up the empty takeout trays from earlier. “Hey,” Dean mutters and attempts to drag his lazy ass body off the bed. “Let me help.”

“No,” Cas says, in the same tone he’d used earlier when he told Dean not to come. He pushes Dean back onto the bed and pulls the covers over him. And Dean really wants to protest this because come on – but Cas is tucking him in and the bed is really warm and just wow, Dean is truly pathetic. In the morning, maybe he’ll actually care.

Cas brushes Dean’s sweaty hair away from his forehead. “I need to go,” he says quietly and Dean feels disappointment sink into his gut. He hates this part – the part that reminds him that for all the tiny smiles and tenderness and whatever Dean might think this is, it’s a business transaction. “And you need to sleep,” Cas continues, raising a hand to Dean’s face, thumb rubbing his chin.
joyjoyyjpg on December 1st, 2012 07:39 pm (UTC)
Re: call me maybe; dean/castiel, nc17 [hooker au, D/s, crossdressing] 3/3
Once again, Dean is half-convinced Cas is going to kiss him. His mouth has been literally everywhere else on Dean’s body, but he’s never kissed him once. Dean wants to – god knows he does – but he doesn’t want to break any kind of unspoken rule that might push Cas away. Right now, he thinks the risk might be worth it, but instead he tries to reach for his wallet on the nightstand.

“It’s fine,” Cas says, grabbing Dean’s hand shoving it back under the blankets. “I’ll take care of it.” Dean nods, too tired to argue at this point. He closes his eyes but he’s still aware of Cas’ presence at his side for a long time.

Somewhere in the half-asleep fog in his mind, Dean swears he feels lips press softly again his own and hears a voice say, “Good night, Dean.” When he wakes up in the morning, he’s sure he dreamed it.

Then he sees his wallet, cell phone, and a piece of paper in a neat pile on the corner of the nightstand. The cash he brought for the night is still in his wallet and the contacts list on his phone is open to the entry titled Cas. The number for the agency Cas works for is gone, and in its place there’s a number Dean doesn’t recognize.

And on the back of the takeout receipt, scrawled in neat black ink, are the words: next time I’m buying.
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/cas s6janie_tangerine on December 1st, 2012 11:56 pm (UTC)
Re: call me maybe; dean/castiel, nc17 [hooker au, D/s, crossdressing] 3/3


..... DJFHSJDKFJDKSFHKRGHIURHGKHKJDHFKGFJHSF OMG WHAT IS THIS THING OF BEAUTY COME HERE LET ME LOVE YOU <333333

NO SERIOUSLY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMGGGGG UNF EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS FLAWLESS.

Just. DEAN. His voice is just spot-on and unf you kind of killed me at the beginning because seriously the image - I died. (Panties and Cas tying Dean to a bed are always appreciated here. Unf. jdhfjkdg.) And I loved that Cas was the hooker in this, you usually find the reverse around and as much as I <3 it when it's Dean, having Cas being it was VERY MUCH AWESOME IN THS. Also nng I love that Dean is so very gone for the guy and that HE SETS MONEY APART (and I love all the small details like Dean putting out that he doesn't need to pay for sex thanks so much).

Also unf the sex was hot. LIKE, SCORCHING. UNF. Cas telling Dean what to do is never not going to be the best thing ever seriously. Also Dean's favorite part being the afterglow - DEAN SERIOUSLY that was so ridiculously IC because he so *would*.

Dean can already see the beginnings of bruises and smiles to himself, thinking of how he’ll look at them for days, runs his fingers across them and think of Cas. Cas brings Dean’s wrists to his mouth and kisses each one of them where the bruises will be, his tongue brushing the skin enough to make Dean’s spent cock give a hopeless twitch.

UNF. OH MY there's so much win about all of this, I can't even. *draws hearts* also ohmy Dean's angst about the whole thing being paid and the whole will-they-kiss-or-not thing and then Cas being just so *Cas* at the end and probably staying there and watching him sleep was just - I can't with how awesome it was. And CAS DAMN YOU KISS HIM WHEN HE'S AWAKE. ;) But no seriously the end killed me. One of the things that will never *not* hit my kinks with a hammer with this trope is when at some point whoever gets paid doesn't take the money and it goes to the next level and IT ENDED LIKE THAT AND IT WAS PERFECT AND THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. Also because even if it's Dean's POV you can totally see that Cas is into it for reasons that aren't the money and the end isn't really unexpected, but you still don't know if it's going to happen or not. Okay seriously my face is like > ♥_______________♥ right now, thank you so much!!!!!
joyjoyyjpg on December 6th, 2012 05:39 pm (UTC)
Re: call me maybe; dean/castiel, nc17 [hooker au, D/s, crossdressing] 3/3
lasdjv jahfskjghsakjhfkjh OH GOSH, I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT BB. *flails*

I love hooker!Dean too, but it seems to be the most common of the two to show up in fic and idk HOOKER!CAS NEEDS SOME LOVE TOO. :))) also panties and Dean being tied up are like, my favorite things on the planet so I'm always happy that we agree there. YOU CAN NEVER GO WRONG. :DD

and also one of the best things about tying him up is leaving bruises and I just, have this serious thing about him totally loving that and touching the bruises the next day and stuff.

ALSO YOU'RE WELCOME I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE IT. and thank you because this comment make me grin fucking ridiculously. I LOVE YOU. <33333333
Pan: SPN- tie fixpann_cake on December 3rd, 2012 03:40 am (UTC)
keep my love, my candle bright--Dean/Cas
Sooo, I wrote you this big long fic so I just posted it to my ficjournal, lol. XDD

Keep my love, my candle bright--SPN, Dean/Cas, Acts 3, 4, & 5, R.

:D
Searching for Fiddler's Green: Rhyslipstickcat on December 3rd, 2012 02:59 pm (UTC)
Sirens - Ash/Stuart - AU - 1/2
Friday nights were always the worst for some reason. Stuart suspected that it had something to do with the build up. All those civilised, suited and booted people on the countdown since Sunday night, just waiting for the weekend to start again. They exploded as soon as the countdown hit zero, and shrapnel would have been too nice a thing to ask for as contents of these human time bombs. No. They were all full of piss and blood and vomit and spunk. And he got to clean it all up again afterwards. Lucky him.

There was nothing good about letting Rachid drive, either. That left Stuart in the back of the ambulance doing the care giving, the cleaning up, the getting thrown up on and being abused. By the time it got to 2am, he’d had enough and any traces of sympathy he might have had at the beginning of the night were well and truly gone.

That’s not to say that he didn’t have compassion for the hooker involved in the shout that they were called to; he knew it wasn’t anyone’s ideal profession, and he knew they faced far worse abuse than he did. But all he wanted to do was patch them up and taxi them to the nearest hospital asap, and then finish his shift already.

He shouldn’t have been so thrown when Maxine led him by the arm towards a tall, wavy haired guy in a tight t-shirt and jeans he imagined were actually painted onto the man’s legs.

“He’s a nice lad,” she hissed in warning. “Look after him.”

Despite the split eyebrow and blood trickling down his face, the rent boy smiled and it was like someone had turned on a light. Fucker had perfect white teeth and crinkles around his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Stuart, and I’m going to be patching you up today.” After that smile he couldn’t help being what counted as jovial for him, though it might have been hard to spot if you didn’t know him well.

“Hi Stuart, I’m Ash. I’m going to be your patient.”

Fuck. Fucking Scottish twang. No wonder Maxine was so keen on him.

At least he didn’t need to carry him to the ambulance. That was always a bonus. Using a sterile solution, Stuart moped up most of the spilt blood and cleaned up the other man’s face. If he spent more time than necessary getting the dried blood out from between those smile lines it was purely because he wanted to be sure he didn’t miss any other cuts, and it didn’t have anything to do with the way Ash silently gazed up at him with those almost violet eyes the whole time.

Or maybe it did. But that was just an alpha thing, something hormonal reacting to the submissive posture and the clear smell of other men’s semen that the prostitute stank of. It didn’t mean anything, not even after Stuart handed him over at the hospital, finished his shift, went home and failed to ignore the need to wank to the memory of that too pretty, damaged face.

Searching for Fiddler's Green: Rhys' shoulderslipstickcat on December 3rd, 2012 02:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Sirens - Ash/Stuart - AU - 2/2
It was a few days later, a Sunday afternoon drop off of a kid that have tried to put various pieces of lego up his nose, that Stuart saw him again. By some miracle, it was the first time that they’d returned to the hospital they’d left Ash at two nights previously, and while the EMT had caught himself wondering about the last patient he’d left there, he really hadn’t expected to see him. Ash would have been discharged the same night, after all.

Two stitches above his eyebrow, but the same smile on his face, he cornered Stuart outside the hospital building as he was heading back to the ambulance.

“I wanted to thank you for looking after me the other night.”

Stuart shook his head. “All in a day’s work.”

“Yeah, well… Thanks anyway.”

“Have you been waiting here since Friday to tell me that?”

“When I’ve not been working.” Ash shrugged. There was something awkward about the way he held himself; for a shorter man, he made Stuart feel like he towered over him. That was just a trick though, Stuart wasn’t naïve and Ash probably got plenty of customers if he appeared submissive and stroked a few egos.

“You were very gentle with me, more than the doctor that gave me these.” He gestured to the stitches. “I thought I could thank you properly.”

And there it was. He slid into Stuart’s personal space, somehow taking him by enough surprise that when he stepped back his heels bumped into the wall.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t…” He shook his head, but whatever he was going to say he didn’t want nor do, he was silenced by warm lips against his.

When he got back to the ambulance he kept rubbing the back of his head, remembering how rough the wall was, how it caught his hair like Velcro. Rachid wouldn’t stop giving him the kind of looks that made him wonder if anyone had seen. Could he get fired for kissing a prostitute?

Thinking about anything that he could occupy his mind with, as long as he didn’t remember the flicker of Ash’s tongue across his lips before he pulled away, and the card with his phone number that he’d slipped into Stuart’s trouser pocket. The card that he carefully slid behind his blood donor card in his wallet for safe keeping the first chance he got. The card with the phone number he definitely wouldn’t be calling…


the female ghost of tom joad: sirens >> ashleyjanie_tangerine on December 3rd, 2012 04:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Sirens - Ash/Stuart - AU - 2/2
... *makes dolphin noises*

First thing let me tell you that I was so uber-excited when I saw what fandom it was because seriously SIRENS. There's not enough of that around and I loved that show so much, so just the fandom wins. But omg this was awesome. Stuart was *so* Stuart in this, oh dear. I just could hear every line, especially at the beginning when he complained about having to stay in the back of the ambulance. Bless. And Maxine showing up was awesome. Also omg Stuart actually being sort of nice (as far as he gets I suppose) with Ash. Also


“Hi Stuart, I’m Ash. I’m going to be your patient.”

Fuck. Fucking Scottish twang. No wonder Maxine was so keen on him.


Okay, I kind of died at that. The dialogue was amazing, seriously. And the reference to the alpha thing about had me chucking like crazy. (At least Rashid wasn't weighing in on that I suppose...) and omg Ash actually waiting for him outside the hospital was the sweetest thing and I love that he just totally went with it and caught Stuart off guard. And the last paragraph was pure win - you tell yourself you're not going to call him, Stuart.... XDDD no seriously I loved this, thank you so much! ♥ *makes starry eyes again*
Searching for Fiddler's Green: Rhyslipstickcat on December 4th, 2012 06:32 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad that you enjoyed it! I really enjoyed writing it too! Its been so long since I last turned my hand to fanfic, but this came out so naturally. I'm completely in love with Stuart, so much so that Rhys Thomas is pretty much my happy place now (honestly, I can watch pretty much anything with him in and be happy). I wish they would make a second season of Sirens though, there's so much left for them to cover yet.

Anyway, *hugs* I'm glad you enjoyed!