i've been told if you want to make it in this world

[unamaga]

Okay. I have to get this off my chest ...

My first fandom...was Sailor Moon. I shipped Serena/Darien and read stories that had everyone matching up with their perfect someone and living happily ever after. Sometimes there were even period-set fics where Serena was a spunky maiden with mystical powers, and, of course, Prince Darien was taken in by her fiery personality and winsome hairdo. They, also, lived happily ever after.

Next up were Dragonball Z and Gundam Wing and I--oh god, this is so hard--I loved Relena. A lot. I think I might have actually put my first fic on ff.net because of her and Heero. It was called "The Envious Moon", I was probably thirteen, and thinking about it now makes my grammatical soul cry out in pain. This is, of course, where I was introduced to both the concept of a "lemon" and the concept of "yaoi".

I feel a little better now. *deep breath* Here, have a ficlet.

Title: Push
Pairing: implied Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Notes: written for chickypooh

"You're kind of a freak," Meg says, crouching down in front of Sam. She leans forward, hands on his thighs for balance. "Fucking your own brother, Sammy? Tsk, tsk."

Sam bites down on the dirty, makeshift gag.

"I always knew he was a sick puppy, but you? I had high hopes for you." She straddles him, hips canting forward like she's riding a horse, and presses close so they're cheek-to-cheek.

"He likes to fuck you while you're tied up, doesn't he? He stuffs his fingers in your mouth so you can't scream and just rams in hard without even prepping you," she whispers. "I bet he has toys, too. For when he's punishing you real good. Does he whip you, Sam? Do you like it?"

He whimpers, trying to turn his head away from her, deny it all, do anything but sit and take it.

"Oh," she says, sounding pleased. "I think I've struck a nerve."

Meg's tiny hand closes around his chin, forcing him to face forward and look at her. Her eyes are drooping in their sockets, her skin dull and grey. There's a small dribble of blood trickling from the side of her mouth. She's dead, Sam knows she's dead and this has to be a dream, but her putrid breath is so real and the prick of her fingernails against his jaw actually hurts.

She smiles and her teeth are rotted through.

"You're going to hell, baby. And I'm gonna meet you there."

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OMG, lookit what Tali did!! SHE WROTE PORN based off this!! *flails*

So, in keeping with the theme of this post, what's your dirty little secret? ETA: prompts are still open!

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[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

ooooooooh

*drools*

Um. What were we talking about again?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Wedding plans.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

fa la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaa

Oh wait, that's Christmas.

Gold, white gold or silver?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

White gold, of course. Only the best.

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

*nods* Absolutely.



(So um, are we engaged now? hee)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Um. We might as well do this nice and proper.

*falls to one knee*

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

*giggles and says yes*

And now, my darling, I must go to bed. The puppy shall have me awake bright and early, I am sure.

It's been a blast! ;-)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*kisses you on your head*

Don't be a strange, ya hear? ♥