cimorene | pairings i have loved. there are a lot of them.

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pairings i have loved. there are a lot of them.

I'm going to try to make an exhaustive list of my OTPs (which I define as 'important ships which I read/ship', because occasionally I have two that overlap even if in general I refuse to break OTP and read the characters involved with anyone else). If I forget any of them, and you manage to remind me, I lose! And then, uh, I don't know, this seems like it should result in a drabble promise. I suck at short things, and I probably won't forget any anyway (I am forbidden from checking my recs page/delicious/tags/wip folders/etc!), but... what the hell. Drabbles, okay, drabbles of any pairing that I forgot.

LOTR:
Sam/Frodo
Merry/Pippin
Legolas/Gimli

LOTR RPS:
(at one time, then abandoned) Sean A/Elijah
Dom/Elijah
Dom/Billy
Karl/Viggo
Viggo/Orlando
(I've read other pairings, but they weren't OTPs. Orlijah, for example, or Billijah - I read a bit, but I never really liked it.)

Popslash:
Justin/Chris
JC/Lance
(I wrote a little bit of everything in this fandom, but I had my preferences.)

Star Trek TOS:
Kirk/Spock
Sulu/Chekov
Scotty/Uhura

TNG:
Picard/Q
Data/Geordi

DS9:
Garak/Bashir
Odo/Kira

HP:
Harry/Draco
Harry/Snape
Sirius/Remus
Luna/Neville
Percy/Neville

random RPS:
Tim Roth/Gary Oldman
Patrick Stewart/Brent Spiner
Those swimmer dudes from the '04 Summer Olympics, Ian Thorpe/some European guy
Richard Dean Anderson/Michael Shanks
Santino Rice/Andraé Gonzalo (Project Runway)
Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom
Keira Knightley/Clive Owen/Ioan Gruffuld
(I've written a handful of rps pieces in other pairings that were one-offs, which I didn't seek out to read or ship)

Askewniverse: Jay/Silent Bob
Batman: Batman/Gordon
comics: Superboy(Kon-El)/Robin (Tim Drake)
Die Hard 4: John/Matt
Due South: Fraser/Kowalski
Finding Nemo: Nemo/Gill
Gokusen: Yankumi/Shin
Good Omens: Aziraphale/Crowley
Highlander: Duncan/Methos
Hikaru no Go: Hikaru/Akira, Isumi/Waya
Hot Fuzz: Nicholas/Danny
I ♥ Huckabees: Albert/Brad
Jeeves & Wooster: Jeeves/Wooster
King Arthur (movie): Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot
Labyrinth: Jareth/Sarah
Meantime (although I've only written, not read it): Coxy/Colin
Phantom of the Opera: Christine/Phantom
Poirot: Poirot/Hastings
POTC: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
RAGAD: Rosencrantz/Guildenstern
Sentinel: Jim/Blair
SG1: Jack/Daniel
SGA: John/Rodney
She-Ra: She-Ra/Frosta
Sherlock Holmes: Holmes/Watson
Singin' in the Rain: Don/Kathy/Cosmo
Smallville: Clark/Lex
Sports Night: Dan/Casey
Star Wars TPM: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Starsky & Hutch: (you guessed it) Starsky/Hutch
The Dark Is Rising: Will/Bran
The Pros: Bodie/Doyle
The West Wing: Josh/Donna, Josh/Sam, CJ/Toby
Tombraider: Hilary/Brice (the butler and the hacker)

Bandslash:
Frank/Gerard
Ray/Bob
Pete/Patrick
Pete/Mikey
Ryan/Brendon
Bill/Travis
Alex/Ryland
(It's probable that I've read pairings not in this list, but if they're not here I probably actively disliked them, or even hated them with fiery passion)

Prince of Tennis: (in paragraph form because there are too many of these bitches)
Seigaku: Tezuka/Ryoma, Fuji/Taka, Eiji/Oishi, Momo/Kaidoh, Fuji/Inui, Inui/Kaidoh; Crossover: Inui/Yanagi; Hyotei: Oshitari/Gakuto, Ohtori/Shishido, Atobe/Jiroh; Crossover: Atobe/Sanada; Rikkai: Yukimura/Sanada, Yanagi/Kirihara, Niou/Yagyuu; Fudomine: Kamio/Shinji; Jyosei Shonan: Kajimoto/Wakato; Rokkaku: Bane/Davide; St Rudolph: Mizuki/Yuuta; Yamabuki: Akutsu/Dan, Akutsu/Sengoku

ETA:

Criminal Minds: Garcia/Morgan (

bluesbell spotted it)
Arashi: Ohno/Nino (

kegom and

aeslis spotted it) and Aiba/Jun (

jain spotted it)

ETA again the ones I forgot that no one mentioned:

CSI: Nick/Greg, Catherine/Warrick, Gil/Sara
CSI NY: Danny/Mac
The Fast and the Furious: Dom/Brian
Master & Commander: Aubrey/Maturin
Lawrence of Arabia/A Dangerous Man: Lawrence/Feisal

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Wow, that's a lot of shipping, miss! Apropos, your delicious links have provided me with a lot of McShep goodness in the past few days, for which I am grateful. MmmmcShep. (I wouldn't mind reading other pairings- Rodney/Carson, for instance- but it's more difficult to find the good stuff with less popular pairings).

P.S. I'm not seeing Morgan/Garcia on the list!

Oops yeah, forgot! I don't actually *read* that pairing per se, although in the past I have attempted to, because there's no good writing. But I would have listed it had I remembered, so I'll owe you 100 words or so.

It's ironic that it's a beach bunny who sends Derek to Penelope.

Derek knows his triggers and his own temper, handles his weaknesses, so he was well aware already when they uncovered the child abuse case that he was going to be going off the handle by the end. He figured at the time that it was just good he had a long weekend coming up, and he stayed behind in Miami when the rest of the crew jetted back to Quantico, figuring getting lost in the glittering lights and then getting laid, maybe reading a thriller on the beach, was just what the doctor ordered.

It was just taking him a while to gear up to the losing himself part, and the glittering lights, sulking in a corner of the club between dances with an untouched drink, unable to hold the smile pinned to his face. He was jolted out of reverie by a spectacular pair of tanned breasts, and straighetened up only to meet a pair of big brown eyes ringed in glittery makeup. The beach bunny was dressed in pastel hotpants and a shirt more like a bikini top, highlighted hair out to there, but she wasn't licking her lips and looking him over: her eyes were lit up with concern and sympathy.

"You okay?" she said.

Derek tried to laugh it off, "Sure, beautiful, how are you," but she wasn't having any. One hand landed on his arm and she leaned closer, so Derek could see that she was older than she looked, maybe not a college student at all.

"Honey," she said, "I'd love to dance with you if you want, but you don't look like you want to be here."

Derek laughed at himself, then. "Let's have that dance and then I'll work it out," he said.

She pouted doubtfully, and in between shaking her ass and shimmying around him on the floor (uncoordinated, but sexy), she said "You sure?" and then "Listen, if you just need somebody to talk to..." lifting the hair off her neck while Derek's eyes absently tracked a drop of sweat trickling between her breasts.

But -

"You know what," said Derek, "thank you. I think I do." He didn't get her name, just went straight to the airport after a stop for his bag, and from the airport straight to Penelope's apartment.

It doesn't occur to him until he's walking up the stairs that it's almost midnight on Saturday, and Penelope might not be there - she could have a date. But he pushes the bell, anyway.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, baby girl," says Derek, "hope I didn't wake you."

"Sugar lips, are you kidding me? I'm still on my first microwave pizza, not that I wouldn't love to be awakened by your sexy voice. Come on up and I'll have you for dessert."

Derek comes on up, and he pushes through the door when Pen calls out, "It's unlocked." Her back is to him, wrapped in a pink and green satin kimono robe that's about as loud as the music in the club he just left, draping around the ample curve of her ass. "Derek Morgan, you scrumptious delight, what brings you to my humble abode when you're supposed to be on vacation?" She turns around from the microwave a moment later, a plate of faintly steaming pizza gripped in a wad of paper-towels and a crocheted pot holder.

She's wearing the red-framed glasses and her hair is piled up with a pencil stuck through the mess, white-blonde wisps all over her face and neck, and she's beautiful, even if he's sorry to see a t-shirt in the V of her robe, with not nearly as much cleavage on display as the beach bunny offered (and Pen's would be nothing like that anyway - creamy white, just a hint of peach, and her skin is perfect and smooth, not sun-baked and leathery).

Derek summons up a little smile and the answer he's been rehearsing in his head through the whole plane flight: "You know I missed you, mama! You got a minute?"

But his underlying anxiety must be showing through; he knows that his smile didn't come off right, exactly, he can feel the energy in the room changing as she looks right into him, and puts the pizza down barely on the edge of the table so it almost falls off, comes right up into his space so he can smell the fruity, girly smells of her perfume and shampoo and lipgloss. "Of course," she says gently, "What is it?"

Derek realizes suddenly that he's about to change everything. He's never talked about this before when he didn't have to, and his responses in mandatory psych evaluations have been minimal; he likes to handle his problems himself, not to show weakness and not to break down in front of other people, not to expose himself to their sympathy and curiosity and even their genuine love and concern when there's nothing they can do for him, at all.

He's had a few crazy moments of wishing he could tell someone, the way you might wish you could fly, not as if he could actually do it because he always knew that he couldn't. They always passed without any real anxiety on his part, until now. But right now he wants to.

When it comes right down to it, though, nerves are eating him up. Derek looks at her couch, looks back at Penelope. "Should we - are you sure you're not busy?"

"I'm never too busy for you, sugar," she says playfully, but her face is sweet and sincere when she smiles up at him. She doesn't drop her hand on his arm coyly, but takes his hand in a strong grip and pulls him after her to the couch. "Just sit down."

After Derek sits, she fusses around with the cushions, arranging herself next to him, her bare feet curled up next to her, peeping out from the bottom of her silky pajamas.

"I thought maybe we could talk about something," says Derek. She looks at him steadily with those big beautiful blue eyes, solemn, waiting.

"Anything."

"I've just got to figure out how to start," he says.

"Darling, whenever you want to, whatever you want to say," says Penelope.

Her toes are curling next to his thigh. The big one is robin's egg blue, and the next one is red. Derek wants to touch her - or rather to touch more than her foot - so he looks up at her face, gauging, and slides his arm along the back of the couch.

She smiles slightly at that and immediately leans into the couch and scoots closer, until she can wrap an arm around his shoulder and he's got her softness through the slippery silk of that crazy kimono pressed all along his side. She smells not completely flowery up close - after a day at the office he can catch a hint of womanly sweat and musk, and it's comforting and real.

"I was in a club full of people in Miami and I couldn't get this case out of my head," he explains. "I wanted to get away from it, but I couldn't get away from it in my own mind. A girl asked me if I needed someone to talk to, and..."

"You jumped on a plane and ran straight into my arms," Penelope finishes for him, playful.

Derek can't cope with her joking, though, for once. He lifts his head and looks right into her beatiful eyes and takes his life in his hands. "I needed you," he says quietly, so seriously and yet so forcefully that it's like every other sound in the room - in the world - goes away.

Penelope is silent, a little stunned, her soft mouth hanging open, a pink blush creeping up her face. "You - you have me," she says, stuttering.

Derek holds her gaze, and while he watches she gets pinker - her face, her neck, down into the t-shirt, probably all the way down to the V of the kimono and maybe deeper. "Penelope," he says. He meant to explain how he trusts her and what she means to him without pressuring her, but all that comes out is her name, hoarse.

She swallows and lifts her chin a little, takes a deep breath that presses her breasts against his chest. "Derek." It's soft, but determined. "You can always -"

He touches her face, incredibly, like his hand is moving without him and he's watching himself on tv; Derek has never - quite - given himself permission to do that, for all the times he's touched her, even brushed her cheek. The intent is different, now, he knows it and she knows it, when his hand lifts from behind her and cups her cheek, thumb grazing over her lips and she stops speaking, eyes wide, pupils blown. Her mouth moves against his thumb, maybe shaping his name, but no sound emerges.

"I needed you," Derek says again, and moves his hand enough to touch the silky ends of her hair.

She shakes her head slightly and a curl bounces against his knuckles. Then she reaches up and touches his wrist and hand where he's touching her face, cupping it, threading her fingers with his and tilting her face to smile a little at him.

"Derek," she says, with a fond note of exasperation, and turns her face into his hand, holding it there trapped in a grip that he knows is strong despite the delicacy of her hands and fingers, and then he's feeling eyelash on his fingertips and the gust of warm breath when she sighs and her mouth brushing his wrist, up into his hand, lips open, gently kissing his palm and he can't move, can't think, because that touch of her mouth on him goes through his entire body like an electric current and thank God he's still grounded to the floor or it might fry every synapse.

"Pen-" he chokes.

She releases his hand and looks at him, still pink, and warm and so soft and solid and familiar when he pulls her the rest of the way into his arms.

__________

(Yes, that IS the end.)

100! :D :D

Thank you, that was lovely! They feel very much themselves. <3

edit: Also, the premise is good.

I'm pretty sure it's not actually 100 words. 100 words feels like barely one sentence to me. :)

My point exactly. :)

I don't think there's been much Beckett floating around recs and delicious even early on when there were ship wars. I think there's a special community, though, leftover from a kerfluffle about how they felt excluded because everybody else just cared about Sheppard/McKay.

This is interesting - I never knew you once liked Garak/Bashir! (I'm excited over that one, because it was pretty much the first slash pairing I ever noticed or was interested in on TV.)

I think you also once shipped Arashi's Ohmiya? At least you wrote a couple of fics for them, if I recall correctly.

Yeah, whoops, forgot the whole Arashi section. I was saving it for after the tenipuri one, chronologically...

See, I was going to say that, but she beat me to it. Cim! I'm so disappointed!

Hey, I said I'd do a drabble. ;)

there: http://cimness.livejournal.com/2553810.html?thread=7737810#t7737810

Nino is so close to beating the level that he doesn't answer his phone the first two times it rings. The third time he hits pause and grabs it in exasperation. It's Jun.

"What do you want, jerk?" Nino complains.

Jun just laughs. "I just got off the phone with Ohno," he drawls, and then stops.

Nino slants a look at the tv. "Yeah?"

Jun snorts. "After like, four hours. You owe me, Nino."

"You talked to Ohno for four hours?" Nino feels a spark of interest. It's hard to get Ohno to talk for that long at all. "Really? Why?"

Jun says caustically, "Because he finally realised he's in love with you, and somehow that was a big deal."

Nino's overhead light in his room flickers a little, the game stays paused, and in his ear Jun says "Nino? Nino? Hello? Nino! What the fuck is the matter with you two idiots? If you're passed out I'm going to be pissed."

Huh.

"What?" Nino grouches. "Hold on a second." Interesting. The way everything sort of slowed down just then, sort of like being in the Matrix, and interesting the way it took such a long time for the words to get to his mouth and come out of it. He almost laughed, for a tiny fraction of a second when Jun said that, until he realised that Jun wasn't joking and basically choked on it, metaphorically of course.

Nino frowns to himself and picks at his toenails. Ohno. In love with him? He frowns some more. Maybe Jun meant that metaphorically. But it didn't sound like it.

What he says is, "Four hours?"

He can just hear the eye roll. "Ohno thinks that I'm smart and also he's getting revenge because I asked him why he doesn't tell me more things a while ago. I didn't mean to tell me about his internally conflicted, heart-breakingly profound love for you, but I couldn't really get him to hang up. My throat kind of hurts now too. You know Ohno didn't do most of the talking."

"...Oh." says Nino.

"Anyway," says Jun, "heads up. You can stop dicking around like a fourteen-year-old now. And if you ever have sex in the dressing room, I will throw out all your fucking video games."

"I - dicking around? I don't dick around," Nino protests.

"Not with your dick," Jun explains. "I meant with the way your life has no focus and aim. Except for work and video games." Which is totally enough, it's not like Nino has any free time already, and he barely has time for his family let alone four best friends, but he doesn't say any of that. He doesn't really think it, except in the background, because the whole front of his brain is full of OhnoOhnoOhnoHOLY FUCKING WHAT THE HELL Ohno??????

Then something else breaks through. "Sex?"

"No way!" Jun interrupts, laughing. "I had to hear all about that from Ohno, no way am I going to listen to it from you, too. Call Sho. Or Aiba-chan, but, well -" he pauses, obviously thinking the same thing that Nino is momentarily thinking, and concludes, " - Call Sho. Listen, I have to go."

"Okay," says Nino automatically, "bye," and hangs up after Jun leaves him with the dial tone.

He stares at the tv for a while, blankly, but he doesn't turn the game back on because for the life of him, he can't remember what exactly the brilliant strategy that he had just figured out was. He wanders downstairs into the kitchen, grabs a rice ball from the fridge and stands munching it and looking out the window.

His Mom comes home from running errands or something, "Tadaima"s, wanders into the kitchen and kisses his cheek and says something about dinner or his dad or maybe his job, Nino's not sure.

"In love," Nino mutters, frowning, and wanders out of the room before she can say anything else.

In the front hall he kicks off his slippers and steps into the closest pair of shoes - black and brown long-toed dress laceups, even though there's snow on the ground and he probably shouldn't get them wet - and walks out the door. On the step he stops and takes a few more bites of the riceball. His mom's rice balls are the best.

"Fuck," Nino mutters to himself, "Sex?" Then he walks down the path, kicking slush out of the way, and opens the gate. No one's gotten the mail yet today, and there's a sealed letter from his agent inside. He closes the lid again and leaves it there, and just then he remembers the way Jun said heart-breakingly and feels something hard and tight squish inside his chest, not exactly like a heart breaking, but maybe like his heart just got kicked in the guts, or elbowed with Aiba's bony elbows.

His hoodie's not meant for wearing outside and the wind is cold and cutting right through it; if he really wants to wander around like a homeless freak in a daze of personal crisis he should probably go back inside and grab a coat, Nino thinks, and takes another bite of riceball.

Ohno is standing at the end of his street wearing a fluffy parka with his hands clasped in front of him, his newly-bleached bangs blowing in the breeze. He looks small. He looks strong. He looks sad, his pointy little face smoothly expressionless until he meets Nino's eyes and it's like a cloud moving across the sun, not because he smiles but because his eyes come to life. He watches Nino come until Nino walks right up to him.

"Want some?" Nino offers him the rice ball.

Ohno nods solemnly and opens his mouth; Nino stuffs the edge of the rice ball in and Ohno takes a bite. While he chews, Nino unzips his parka - Ohno holds his arms out of the way cooperatively - and slips inside it with him. Good thing the parka is kind of big.

"Cold?" says Ohno calmly, with his mouth still full of half-chewed rice ball. He wraps his arms around Nino gingerly, pulling the coat around him. It doesn't close all the way.

Nino shrugs the question off. "Nnn." He tilts his head and regards Ohno's round girly face, the dusting of unshaven stubble around his mouth, the sleek droop of his long narrow eyes.

Ohno lifts his eyes to Nino's face and stops chewing for a moment. He licks his lips and blinks, focusing closely on Nino's face, something that Ohno has to consciously do because his default setting is a vague undirected gaze that only focuses directly on you when you grab his attention. Nino has been trying hard, demanding, extorting that look of focus from Ohno for years.

Nino eats the last bite of riceball himself, though he kind of has to stuff it in his mouth and it's a little hard to maneuver his arm up inside the confines of the coat. He puts his hand down on Ohno's shoulder after, wrapping his other arm around Ohno's waist comfortably. Ohno's unfazed by Nino in his personal space, of course, he's been used to it for years. He just tightens his arms around Nino a little, and doesn't say anything after he finishes chewing and swallowing.

Nino's overcome by affection for him for a second, familiar and safe, not alarming or mind-blowing in the least (in love whispers a voice in Nino's mind that sounds like Ohno, not like Jun), and Nino finishes his bite and moves his face forward, presses his nose against Ohno's, grinning. Ohno watches him carefully, a little warily, and Nino laughs and kisses his cheek swiftly.

"In love with me?" Nino asks him.

Ohno hums thoughtfully. "It's just," he says, "It's just that - you're so. It's you." He sounds apologetic. "I can't explain, really."

This is - Nino's heart is beating faster, to hear this. He doesn't want to move away from Ohno. Maybe ever. (Considering it is hardly the first time Nino has had this thought, maybe he shouldn't be surprised to think Ohno is in love with him - or that he is in love with Ohno at least, if they don't each imply each other automatically, but, Nino thinks, in the case of Ohno and him, they obviously do.)

That wasn't really the response he's looking for though. He narrows his eyes a little, looks at Ohno under his eyelashes, smiles flirtatiously with half of his mouth. Ohno just watches him closely, eyes a little wider than usual.

"Sex?" Nino says.

Ohno starts at that, and stutters, "Kazu, I." Hah! Nino leans in and nuzzles soothingly at the side of Ohno's face and Ohno's breath eases out in a whoosh. "You're you," says Ohno helplessly, "so of course, of course I love you, I just - I'm so stupid," halfway under his breath but of course, because he's speaking in Nino's ear, Nino can hear all of it.

Nino wants to laugh. His ears are freezing, snow is seeping inside his stupid stylish shoes, he's trapped in a parka with Ohno and his chest is inflated like a helium balloon; he's stupid with it, crazy and apparently as dimwitted as Ohno, which he would never, ever have believed, because he didn't know. Nino squeezes Ohno tighter, and he can't laugh, but he says "Okay, okay, okay, Oh-chan, stop -" he turns his head and kisses the corner of Ohno's mouth, slower this time. "Let's go to - let's go get a coat and some different shoes for me, then we can - I can't kiss you here."

"You can't?" Ohno says in his ear. "Wait. Wait," and shoves Nino back by the shoulders, staring at him. "What do you mean? You can't kiss me here?"

Nino rolls his eyes. "Well, I could, but I'm cold," and Ohno stares at him, bewildered, and Nino forgets to breathe. "Four hours?" he mutters.

"What?" says Ohno sharply.

Nino leans back in, nose to nose, until his mouth is so close to Ohno's that Ohno has to shut up, and he's gone breathless and cross-eyed trying to keep track of Nino. "I want to take you somewhere where my mom isn't downstairs," Nino murmurs against Ohno's mouth, "I don't know, your apartment, a dressing room, the back seat of a cab, the bathrooms at the movie theatre, I'm not sure I care at this point, and do things to you that you won't even be able to tell Jun because even he wouldn't listen."

Ohno breathes in, shaky. "Okay," he murmurs. Nino can taste riceballs on his lips. "But Jun listens to more than you think."

Nino kisses him.

OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO AMAZING AND SO UNEXPECTED AND - ASLDKNADGKSAKASF I LOVE THIS FIC IT'S SO OHNO AND NINO AND JUN, OH JUN, WHO SERIOUSLY HAS THE BEST PART EVER HERE AND...

I really am speechless, for once (which doesn't happen that often), so I'll just go back staring at this and squeeing over it incoherently and feeling all warm and tingly inside from the beautiful Ohmiya love and Jun on the side, and being happy about this fic existing. *________*

Thank you very much!

Also, I know this is your private journal and all... but would it be OK to pimp this one to my friendslist? Because it makes me sad, the thought that there might be people not knowing about this. (Unless you want to repost it yourself somewhere?)

And, randomly, since I just thought of it: I'm kind of in love with the fact that you mentioned Nino's shoes here, because I just saw your other post about shoes and sort of went "...there are different cuts for shoes?". XD I'm utterly uninformed when it comes to shoes. ^^"

Don't worry, I'll clean it and post it on my website and send a link to the arashi comm in a few days, and then you'll be free to link to it. I don't mind links to this page per se, I just prefer people to get to my website where it's easier to find the rest of my fiction/etc from the story page. :)

I have a big weakness for Jun. Ohmiya's the OTP but Jun is so... bitchy and hilarious. I sympathise with him while still thinking he is a great big weirdo. XD

Great! ^-^ I'm looking forward to pimping it. ^___^

Jun... is just fabulous. And yes, he's also a weirdo. A fabulously gay weirdo - which makes him so much more interesting than 90% of the other pretty actors out there. XD

aaaah ciiiiim. ♥ ♥ ♥ one of my only much-closer-to-actual OTPs!!!

You know Ian Thorpe was recently quoted as saying he was in a relationship with someone who lives overseas. *squee* Totally Pieter van den Hoogenband.

(Although possibly not since I believe he's married with kids but never mind! Love Match!)

Hahhahahahah. Yeah. I... think in 2004 he had a fiancée, but wasn't married yet?

Sadly I tend to define my OTPs as 'pairings that I love (as an idea)' rather than 'pairings that I read / spend time actively shipping'. So it'd pretty much be an INFINITE list.

I guess I could try listing just the most important ones, but I never know where to draw the line, so it'd still turn into that same INFINITE list. D:

Those swimmer dudes from the '04 Summer Olympics, Ian Thorpe/some European guy

Pieter van den Hoogenband?

Right, him.

Oh man. Now I have to go back and reread the manly yet gay camping adventure. I completely forgot about the wonder that is Karl/Viggo.

that's one of my fave ever fics...

I only ever got like 3 pieces of feedback on that story. I wonder if the time for k/v had just passed already or if people didn't get it. Or perhaps I didn't post it in the right places, I can't really remember...

i find that odd. maybe people are just lame and loved it but didn't say so?

i just have a huge thing for camping!fic and shared body heat fics. the pairing was not so important but i like k/v. not my fave but readable.

I totally forgot about your Yankumi/Shin shipping.

Man. I'd love to see you write a fic about that, though.

Probably not going to happen, though. At least.. not until the end of the fucking manga gets scanlated. (And I think it's going to be canon, so...)

Damn, woman! Then again, I used to ship, but am now such a fandom whore that I'll read almost any pairing where I find the participants attractive and the dynamic interesting. Which means I won't read, say, Jack/Ianto, because even though I think they're both cuties I find their relationship really boring (much like Torchwood itself, honestly), but meanwhile I've been reading some Sam/Dean lately even though I've only watched 3 full episodes of Supernatural and found it to be unbearably crappy, and I used to read a bunch of Duncan/Methos in spite of it having the same problem. I'll read pretty much anything if it's written well and the author makes it hot and convincing, though; there are just certain pairings I lean towards because they're more likely to be written well, or away from largely because I've found it to be rare that anyone writes them well. (Like, I would like Gerard/Mikey in theory, what with my apparently being an incest-loving perv, but it's so rare to find fics that aren't overly melodramatic or overly casual or where the author feels the need to turn Gerard into a V.C. Andrews-style creepy rapist to make it work, and ugh.) I also tend to have favourite authors where I'll just read pretty much anything they write, almost regardless of fandom, because I know it'll be good if it's coming from them. I'm not sure if this means I'm open-minded, or just indiscriminate, even shallow...

If the canon dynamic is boring, though, it wouldn't necessarily stop the fiction from being well-written. I'll happily read fiction for fandoms I know nothing about, and even contract unbreakable OTPs in said fandoms, but I usually won't read if I know and hate the canon pairing (Jack/Ianto I don't hate, I just find it uninteresting, but I sort of individually dislike all the characters in TW except Ianto, so why would I want to read it?). I wasn't introduced to canon for The Sentinel, Highlander, or The Professionals until long after I'd been reading. Or DS, for that matter. I don't think there's anything wrong, or particularly unusual even, about that - many people in fandom do it. As for writing off fanfiction that could be good on the basis of the canon, well, that's just a peculiarity of ours perhaps, but I can't shake the association with canon for reading purposes usually, so it would just destroy the experience even if I acknowledged the story was good.

If the canon dynamic is boring, though, it wouldn't necessarily stop the fiction from being well-written.

Oh, definitely - I'm really only likely to avoid a specific pairing if I've tried reading fics for it on a number of occasions and just haven't found any worth reading; I'd still give it a try if a story came highly recommended by someone whose taste I really trust, but other than that I'll usually give up at that point. It doesn't even necessarily have to be a matter of canon, in that case, though; I think Harry/Draco could theoretically be an interesting pairing, especially from Book 6 on, but I just read SO much badfic where Draco is portrayed as some smirking hottie or a Fragile and Misunderstood bishie or whatever that I'm just burned on the idea of them as a pairing, or really with reading anything with him as a main character - it just seems like too many fans get so caught up in the fanon characterisation of him that they forget that it has no real connection to the Draco of the books. Or, alternately, of course I generally won't read something if I just don't like one or both of the participants, though a good rec again can persuade me to change my mind.

I don't think there's anything wrong, or particularly unusual even, about that - many people in fandom do it.

Oh good - I was starting to think I was some kind of weirdo for the fact that I also used to read a ton of Sentinel fic, even though, to this day, I've never actually seen a single episode of the show...

What about Arashi: Aiba/Matsujun? I know you've written them, but I don't know if they qualify as an OTP for you.

Yessssss you caught me! I forgot the whole Arashi section completely by accident. I totally planned to include it!

There's an excited buzz of conversation around the set that Jun should have noticed, but he's just too tired to think about it yet - it's filed under things to think about as soon as he closes his eyes for a minute and maybe has a drink.

The list currently includes: the fact that his shoes are pinching his toes; the script he was sent that he stayed up all night reading; whether he should buy some fur-trimmed boots this early in the season, despite the risk that they may seem passé before the end of the year, since they could be hard to get hold of later; and Aiba-chan's birthday and whether the fact that Jun and Aiba are fooling around now gives him the right to show up at Aiba's place tonight even though, schedule wise, Jun is 85% certain that Aiba is even busier than he is.

Jun's inside his dressing room and has actually closed the door behind him (good thing, really) before he notices that that's Aiba on his couch, Aiba lying with his back arched and his head dangling over the back until he scrambles to his feet, hearing Jun, and comes across the room in two big hurried steps. Aiba smiles with his whole face, not because his mouth is big (although it is, and his lips are heaven, especially on Jun's cock, which is obvious in a way just looking at that gorgeous mouth of his, but appearance does not even do it justice - Aiba is talented), but because his eyes light up and it's practically like he's glowing.

"Uh, hello," says Jun, uncharacteristically tongue-tied in the first few moments of being overwhelmed by Aiba's glow.

"Welcome home," says Aiba cheekily, and reaches around Jun to lock the door while Jun is rolling his eyes. Then he wraps both arms around Jun deliberately, actually completely around him, and lifts him off the floor slightly, laughing and stumbling his way over the couch.

"Let go of me, you freak," Jun giggles, but affectionately, and he clutches at the shoulders of Aiba's navy silk suit appreciatively so Aiba will know he doesn't mean it. Aiba ignores him and collapses on the couch still holding Jun, so Jun chokes off a loud exclamation and grabs for the back of the couch and flails around trying not to slide off.

He comes to rest comfortably enough with one of Aiba's long hands curling around the back of his thigh, his other leg splayed around Aiba's hip, looking down into Aiba's flushed face in its halo of golden hair.

Jun wants to kiss him, and then he remembers that the door is locked - so he can. He licks his lips for the pleasure of watching Aiba's eyes track the movement, and he trails his other hand up over Aiba's collar to get a good grip on the knot of his tie. Aiba swallows and Jun leans in slowly, veers off at the last moment to tuck his face under Aiba's chin and suck at the pulse point.

"Oh," Aiba sighs, "Matsujun - ahhh, don't - don't mark -"

"Don't worry," Jun purrs, and leans up to kiss him.

Aiba's big eyes are half-closed in pleasure, his pouty lips a little chapped under Jun's damp mouth, and he moans softly low in his throat and tries to press up into the feather-light teasing kiss. Jun's grip on his tie stops him, and he gasps and groans softly. Jun kisses the corner of his mouth and darts his tongue out to lick the center of his lower lip.

"Please please please-" says Aiba, and Jun lets go of his tie and is immediately pushed into the back of the sofa and kissed breathless.

Aiba pushes his free hand into Jun's carefully-styled hair (but filming is done for the day, thank the Gods) and then slides it to Jun's waist, up under his shirt to the skin of his belly, then sliding up over his ribs. Jun squirms, trying to get into a position where Aiba will hopefully be able to figure out a way to grind against him without stopping kissing, and it doesn't quite happen, but Aiba does touch the front of his pants, teasingly, before he pulls back, leaning on his elbow.

Jun, in Aiba's position, would be smug. Jun is a little smug, except that the need to get somewhere they can be naked is kind of on top of all other emotions right now. Aiba is probably smug sometimes, but it rarely shows on his face - even in bed; he looks happy, sure, flushed and a little satisfied, but he looks satisfied and dazed, his eyes huge, his smile constant, like he's shocked by his good fortune. Jun has a hard time, some times, believing that Aiba is really real. He's kind of used to this warm happiness filling his body, after a few months of these usually-hurried encounters, that combination of sexual heat and endorphins and somewhat overwhelming affection.

"We should get out of the building within the hour," Jun confesses. He doesn't manage to sound sarcastic or dry or even amused; more regretful, because inconvenient as it is, the couch has the advantage of being right here, and Jun hasn't had an orgasm induced by Aiba since last weekend filming a quiz show episode.

"Mmmm," says Aiba, "I'm hungry. Come get dinner?"

Jun is momentarily speechless. It's true that he's off the set by 8 pm today, which is a little unusual for him (and now that Aiba is here he has cause to suspect some sort of interference, actually; Aiba has a way of getting what he needs from people and usually leaving them pleased as punch and thinking it was their own idea), but he'd never have thought to see Aiba today anyway, since they all made arrangements for his party tomorrow. Well, 'never' is an exaggeration - he thought about it, but he wasn't sure that even the excuse of mutual orgasm was enough to excuse the freshness of turning up at Aiba's place so late uninvited.

Invited, though. That's another matter.

"Yeah," says Jun casually, "sure, wherever - unless you just want to go back to your place."

Aiba laughs, reaching up to trail his hand down Jun's neck and resting it inside the collar of Jun's shirt, "Not a bad idea - a great one, actually, Jun-chan, only I'm afraid we wouldn't end up eating that way, and people are always telling me to make sure I eat." His thumb is stroking Jun's collarbone. He probably - definitely - has a point, if Jun could remember what it was long enough to reply.

"Uh - yeah," says Jun.

"But then," says Aiba, "maybe - we could - "

The only reason Jun realises that was a question is because Aiba's hand has stilled, and moved to the outside of Jun's shirt, on his shoulder.

"Oh! Um, sure," says Jun. Why is his heart beating faster?

Aiba is already off the couch, leaving Jun to slide down into the cushions, well-kissed and a little rumpled. "Yay!" says Aiba, punching a victory fist into the air. "Happy birthday to me, Jun-chan!"

"Happy birthday, Aiba-chan," says Jun. "I have to give you your present tomorrow at the party, still, though."

Aiba waves that aside smilingly. "Whatever. Enough free time to actually eat a meal -" he hesitates, and Jun thinks he was going to say together, but he doesn't. "It's my birthday present to myself!"

Jun tells himself not to read too much into it: Aiba has three other best friends and none of them provides orgasms; it's very simple. It's not like he'd ever be surprised to be doing something with Aiba. He shrugs out of his show wardrobe shirt and hangs it up, skins out of the pants and reaches for the hanger of his own clothes.

Aiba is staring at him, Jun sees suddenly in the mirror, with a look as opaque as black glass, his face cool and remote and expressionless but intent, so intent and intense that it makes Jun shiver, almost in... fright? When he looks up and meets Jun's eyes in the mirror, Aiba's face is still and solemn and for a second Jun almost thinks that -

- then Aiba's eyes drop slowly to his feet and roam back up, and Jun is aware of every inch not covered by his boxers. He shivers for real, and Aiba doesn't even twitch or smile at that, just watches and takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring, which is somehow the sexiest thing he could do. Jun thinks he's going to have to sit down for a second. Somehow he manages to get dressed without being molested, and as he's walking to the door he feels Aiba's touch, light and casual, on his shoulder, then the back of his neck, teasing fingertips threading into his hair, and he snaps, hand on the door, and turns right around into the circle of Aiba's arm, hand steadying on his arm, and kisses him again, hard.

Aiba kisses warmly, practiced and welcoming, and he reacts to Jun's open mouth this time by sliding his tongue in, slick and deep and Jun is half-hard in his pants now and Aiba tightens his grip on the back of Jun's neck, then releases when he pulls back from the kiss.

He smiles right into Jun's eyes. "Happy birthday to me."

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This is part of the Just Like verse, between Just Like All Those Girls (http://cimorene.net/cimorene/arashi/justlikeallthosegirls.html) and Just One of the Boys (http://cimorene.net/cimorene/arashi/justoneoftheboys.html)

Scotty/Uhura's the only one I have issue with. TOoo too weird! (bitch, moan of sickness, please...)

ps I had not read fanfic in forever i just printed this whole page out am in public lib yay

That one's actually canon.

explain further, please

Scattered moments of UST throughout the episodes, one in particular where Scotty is very chivalrous although I can't remember the title of it, and then they get together in STV: William Shatner Directs, Everything Is Like A Crack Dream

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