"What was that?" Jim demands as soon as Uhura has left the bridge.

"What was what, Captain?" Spock responds, obviously playing dumb. Jim can't decide if he likes or hates it when Spock does this.

"That little gang-hand-signal thing you guys just did." Jim holds out two fingers in a replication of what he thought he saw. "What does this mean?" He reaches for Spock's own hand which is quickly retracted behind Spock's back.

"Captain, please desist." He's turning a slight shade of green, eyes glancing down to Jim's fingers and back up to his face twice, which is just weird to see. Silently, Jim reviews the facts: something he did with Uhura, chaste enough to do on the bridge, not meant to draw attention and makes Spock blush when it does.

Probably not as harmless as a hand-shake, then.

"Right," Jim says and slowly curls his fingers back into a fist which he then jams into a pocket. "Sorry."

There is a somewhat awkward silence and then before Jim can stop himself: "So that's like a Vulcan version of a kiss?"

Spock looks uncomfortable. Jim can't decide if he likes or hates the fact that he can tell.

"This analogy is the closest I can think of, yes."

More awkward, and then, because he's on a roll, Jim starts to say, "So last week when I made you give me a high-five-"

"No," Spock cuts him off.

"No? Okay. Great." And because he can only take so much awkward, Jim turns and heads for the lift, grumbling about how he can't even get any accidental action on this ship.

Title: Game Day
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: none/...excessive dialogue?
Disclaimer: Kirk and Spock belong to Roddenberry and Paramount; no money was made from this work of fiction.
Summary: Spock is not pleased with the latent homo-eroticism found in North American football.

( ...I find it difficult to believe that openly intimate touching between men would be a key part in such displays of Earth-masculinity. )

Title: Maybe We'll Look Back and Laugh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warnings/Spoilers: none/parts of ST XI
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or the characters portrayed herein
Summary: Jim and Spock wake up as nine-year-olds. Antics ensue.


( some day this was going to make one hell of a story... )

Title: She's Only Human (but that's not the point)
Rating: PG
Pairing: vague Kirk/Spock
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek; no profit is being made from this fan-made fiction
Summary: Nyota Uhura has never hated Jim Kirk


( she's allowed to feel this way )

Title: That One Time With The Stoner Pollen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk & Spock gen
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or the characters being portrayed herein
Summary: Jim and Spock get high. Accidentally.


( drabble drabble )

Title: Welcome Home
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Chris Pine nor Zachary Quinto. This is a work of fiction and therefore probably didn't happen.
Summary: just a short Pinto PWP.

( my welcome-back-to-rps gift to myself )

TO ME!!!





happy singing boys and a cupcake just for me. XD

Title: With His Love
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don't own any of the characters being portrayed here.
Summary: Arthur puts his life back together. Merlin helps.
A/N: This is a sequel to Building a Bridge, and is dedicated to everyone who asked for it. ♥



( The drive back to Arthur’s new flat was silent but for the rain beating against the car )


_

Title: The Art of Deception (You're Doing It Wrong)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Summary: Bradley and Colin have some April Fool's Day fun.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don't know any of the people mentioned below. this probably didn't happen.
A/N: Yay for actually posting this one on the right day! Er, well, it’s still April 1st in California, anyway... ¬_¬ also, this is an RPS AU, i guess, because i don't think they've started shooting season two yet. anyway... never mind! this apparently did have a chance of happening. so yay for potential but most likely improbable RPS fun~! anyway...

on to the fic!

( the first of april )

He's not asleep yet, and Tom can tell because Bill's never that still when he sleeps.

There's nothing that Tom can say that will help Bill right now. He needs to sleep like he doesn't need the drugs they picked up today from the pharmacy. Bill had refused to take them and Tom fully supports this. He doesn't want that shit inside his brother, so on his way to the bed he casually drops the bottle into the trash.

Bill's eyes flutter open as he sits on the side of the bed and then closed again as Tom runs a hand through his hair. It's more difficult to do these days with the dreads (not that he'll ever admit that because whenever Bill used to make the same comment Tom would tell him to quick complaining and pull instead).

He knows Bill is tired. He's so tired he's sick with it and it's making Tom sick too. But there's nothing to be done; nothing but this. And maybe...

Tom swallows thickly and begins to sing their song. His voice is rough at first, hoarse and barely above a whisper, but Bill smiles and keeps his eyes closed so Tom keeps going. He's not very good at this, and he forgets the words half-way through when Bill sighs softly, but apparently he's good enough because Bill's shifting -- shifting like he does when he's asleep but knows Tom is in the bed somewhere. Tom kicks off his shoes and climbs in behind his brother.

Bill's dreads are spread out everywhere so Tom moves them enough to make room for him on the pillow and kisses the back of Bill's neck before settling down too.

He stays awake because he can't not when Bill's sick and might need him for something. So he lies as still as possible and let's Bill shift against him. There's no position Bill can move into that he can't adapt to, and if Tom were inclined towards such thoughts he'd think it's because they were made for each other -- there's no way they don't fit together. But Bill's the sappy one in this pair so Tom holds onto the notion for a very brief minute only.

When Bill sleeps through the night, Tom's a mess the next day. Georg teases him about needing all the beauty sleep he can get, but Bill's brilliant smiles more than make up for it so really, he doesn't mind.

Title: The Persuasive Power of T-Shirts
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Spoilers: none
Summary: Just a St. Patrick's Day ficlet i forgot to post on the actual day. >_> that's what happens when finals eat your brain.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, i don't know any of the people mentioned. this probably didn't happen.

( ~*Happy St. Patrick's Day*~ )

Title: Building a Bridge
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don't own any of the characters being portrayed here.
Summary: Arthur exacts his revenge. Merlin helps.
A/N:This is what happened when I should have been studying for finals, but instead let Youtube recommendations take me where they would so that I ended up watching old Justin Timberlake videos and writing weird crossovers. Inspired by this video.

( look, idek, okay? )

A/N3: continued here

Title: Experiment
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: slight abuse of pov, and a bit cracktastic / none
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin; this is a work of fiction, and not the kind one gets paid for.
Summary: "What," Arthur gasps, braced above Merlin, "was in that potion?"

( Experiment )

Title: The Burdens of Dying
Author: berusama
Rating: PG, pre-slash
Warnings/Spoilers: erm, suggestive language?/a bit of episode 13
Summary: Okay, so you know that scene in Le Morte d'Arthur where Gaius and Merlin give Arthur the magic, life-saving water? Right, well I can't watch that scene without thinking about Colin cradling Bradley during filming and subsequently giggling madly. Thus, this little one-shot was born.
Disclaimer: This never happened. Probably. Also, I've never met nor to I pretend to own Bradley James or Colin Morgan which is a great tragedy, yet somehow I manage to soldier on.

( The Burdens of Dying )

stolen from... erm, somewhere >_>

[i don't own Merlin or the characters portrayed below]

( micromeme~! )

[i don't own WK]

( If Youji had come to appreciate Thursday evenings as of late, it was probably, he could admit, because of the attention. )

I don't own TH, WK or LotR

part 1
part 2

( you know you want to click... )

[i don't own angel]

( new c/a plotbunny!♥! okay, not exactly new, but... )

it's like touching fire, he thinks. touching raw passion and getting, not burned but engulfed by it; by the strength and honesty and vulnerability hidden under layers of protective confidence. he'd stay forever if he could. if they could live like this: entwined and desperate. it's all he needs these days and that should probably worry him, but right now all that matters are the small panting groans he can elicit from the man beneath him. he presses back in, stroking a hand gently down pretty, tanned skin; wants to give back everything he's being given: comfort, care, trust, need... love.

Youji smiles up at him and rolls his hips, squeezing hot, wet and perfect; Aya seizes up, spilling inside the blonde over and over and always... He's still braced above the other man when he regains focus and Youji looks quite smug until Aya gets him in his fist and starts to stroke fast and tight and then Youji looks like he might die. The strangled curses turn into Aya's name soon enough and Aya licks at Youji's neck, bites and nuzzles until he comes, comes apart, comes back to Aya eventually and they lay together until the sun comes up because this is all they need.