twentysomething: (tony no)
Fandom: X-Men: First Class

Pairing: Alwaysagirl!Charles/Erik

Length: 7300 wordsish.

Warnings: sexy times, the fact that this was written for [personal profile] rageprufrock, Charles being BABYCRAZY

Notes: I forgot to post yesterday, like a bad person, so have a long one today- and I swear to god I write Charles as a dude. Sometimes. It just never seems like it. Uh, kidfic. Yeeeep.

Erik considers himself no student of American geography, only to say they are somewhere he doubts is on any map, anyway. )
twentysomething: (idk my bff zach)
Title: Sang the Streets a Serenade

Fandom: X-Men: First Class

Pairing: Erik/Charles, mentions of Raven/Hank

Summary: ""So," Erik says, not without a touch of amusement as they- well, Charles- attempts to extricate them from the other best pub and Sophia. And Marjorie. And Betsy.

Charles cannot imagine he was actually that indiscreet as to sleep with three barmaids from the same establishment."

Length: 1100 wordsish

Warnings: I GOT DRUNK ON DOROTHY SAYERS AND WROTE THIS THING ABOUT ERIK AND CHARLES TOOLING AROUND OXFORD

Notes: I really think the warning says it all, but I just found this in my drafts folder and decided to put it up because wow, I have not posted in a while. I'm writing. Just not a lot, or anything of substance. Or anything that's not a cracky threesome of that crack pairing I wrote.


Charles had- so naively- thought that it might be nice to take Erik around Oxford. )
twentysomething: (Default)
Title: The Manny Diaries

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam/Jess, vague non-existent Dean/OMC

Summary: "Dean has always thought kids were great in an abstract kind of way- he enjoys monkeying around with them, and they- for who knows what reason- like him, but Madeline Meyer stole his heart on a rainy Friday afternoon when she solemnly marched over to him, plopped herself down next to him and told him that Miss Moore had told her that Dean knew why cars worked and she wanted to know, too."

Length: 4100 wordsish.

Warnings: KIDS. NANNYING. JO. MICHAEL.

Notes: So, as most of you voted, the story I finished for WIPVEMBER was the freaking silly Manny AU. May it bring you joy in the new year, as it has brought me mortification for writing it and then titling it "The Manny Diaries" because no one was up to tell me that that was a terrible idea. Somewhere, [personal profile] rageprufrock is laughing at me. (And [personal profile] leupagus is still complaining about the Bones Felons!AU I will never finish.)


Dean's not sure how he got here. )
twentysomething: (Default)
Title: Get Your Heart Racing

Fandom: Glee/HSM DON'T FUCKING JUDGE ME OKAY

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Ryan Evans/Chad Danforth

Summary: "But Kurt gets into Juilliard and manages to convince Burt and Carole- God knows how- that the best choice would be for Kurt to move in with Blaine in the apartment his aunt is letting him use on 75th and Lex.

Which goes better than he can imagine- taking trips to the Whitney, tricking Kurt into boating in Central Park, riding the crosstown bus to Lincoln Center to see La Boheme (maybe secretly so Kurt knows how to get there)- until Kurt comes home from his first class."

Length: 1600 wordsish.

Warnings: BLAINE THINKS RYAN EVANS IS TRYING TO STEAL HIS MAN OH MY GOD I WROTE A GLEE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL CROSSOVER FUCKING KILL ME

Notes: Okay, so I actually wrote this maybe a couple of weeks ago before I started finals, because [personal profile] rageprufrock is such an exceedingly bad person. I'm posting it now because a) I have no shame, and b) I only have a take home essay left about 20th century architecture, and it's not like I'm writing that. This is probably one of the more self-indulgent and shameful fics I've ever written. Yeah, you mull that over. (Also, yeah, the Manny AU won by like, a disgraceful amount, so I'll be finishing it over break, hopefully. JUST FOR YOU, DEAR READERS.)

Blaine applies to Columbia for public policy, because it's a good program. )
twentysomething: (UNF)
Title: In The Closet

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas, Shortskirts 'Verse (David/HGH)

Summary: ""Oh shit, oh shit," David moans, soft and despairing, and Trey doesn't have a smart ass comeback for that, because they're hiding inside Cas's bedroom closet, the downward-slanted blind of it giving them a narrow view of the neatly made bed and a pile of books and medical journals and a window with fluttering white linen curtains and if Dean finds them hiding in his boyfriend's fucking closet, they're dead."

Length: 2k- OR MORE.

Warnings: Sex, the ongoing cruelty of [personal profile] rageprufrock, terribly carried-out voyeurism

Notes: So, first things first- I DIDN'T WRITE THIS. [personal profile] rageprufrock did- I was cross at the office and what's some filthy pornography between friends, right? Well, everyone loved the guys on Dean's team. And so did she-- however, FYI, this was written before I wrote "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner," so it's not "canon-compliant" (WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING). And this is what happened. Before you even read it, I warn you- IT'S UNFINISHED. SHE IS FICKLE AND CAPRICIOUS AND A DICK. So, INSTEAD- I invite you to write your own ending in the comments- I'll probs give it a swing, too. (I especially encourage big rocks falling, everyone dying.) But it's pretty hilarious, so, go for it, kids. (As an apology, I wrote [personal profile] regicidaldwarf a comment ficlet here.)



Trey thinks that they could have avoided all of this shit if only Dean Winchester wasn't so goddamn psycho overprotective about his boyfriend. )

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