i will not be the girl...

Fic journal: likebrightness


I have realized that I now watch/have watched in the past too much television.
Also, I have become too accustomed to writing/reading/hearing about pairings that a.) don't exist and/or b.) could never exist due to sexual orientations.
I tell you this, flist, because I am trying to be inspired. At the moment, it seems I have shoved all of my inspiration into my short story for school, and alas, a blank paper to distract me in class remains simply a blank paper with no distractions.
Thus, I made a list last class. I figured I would let my flist decide what I should write/be inspired by in general, and specifically for smut_tuesdays and fluff_friday.
So. I wrote down all the fandoms and all the pairings I could think of that I would be willing to write. I figured I would post them and allow people to pick. Pick a pairing and give me a prompt, or specify smut or fluff. For instance: "Sloane/Callie. Smut." or "Michael/Holly. Fluff." or "Pairing. Prompt." Deal? Deal.

( Fandoms & Pairings )


Wow. That's a lot, right? Right.
Anyway, flist, please pick as many as you want. Also, if a fandom is up here but a pairing is not and you still really want to read that, feel free to suggest it and I will do my best. If a fandom is not up here but you know I write it/have seen/read it, feel free to suggest and again I will do my best.

Also flist, I love you.

♥

Title: i would say i'm doing just fine (i would lie and say that you're not on my mind)
Fandom: How I Met Your Mother (!!!)
Characters/Pairing: Barney Stinson, Robin Scherbatsky, Ted Mosby, Barney/Robin
Rating: R
Timeline: Post-7.10
Summary: He doesn’t believe in heartbreak and he’s enjoying the simple things in life and he is awesome.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.


( Barney is fine. )

Title: That's My Shhh
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez/Rachel Berry
Rating: R
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Her girl’s shameless, and Santana kind of fucking loves it.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: For smc_27, decades overdue for her Five Acts meme: masturbation, public sex.


( Of all the people at their school, Santana's pretty sure Rachel's the one who most deserved a single. )

Title: Like a Cloak
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, Santana/OFC, Santana/Puck
Rating: R for language, discussions of sex and marijuana
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Living with Santana isn’t that bad. Actually, it’s kind of awesome.
Word count: 7,500
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: Written for intobrakelights for the glee_rare_pairs fic exchange.


( After meeting Santana for the first time, Puck’s roommate drops out of school. )

Title: Cupid is fucking irresponsible (2/4)
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry, Santana/Rachel, Puck/Rachel, Santana/Puck, Santana/Rachel/Puck
Rating: R for language, discussions of sex
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Santana thinks about making a comment about gold stars and the importance of metaphors, but Rachel’s glare hasn’t softened toward her in the least.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: Second of four parts. First part is here. Title from poet Rudy Francisco.


( So Puck figured us out. )

Title: Someone Told Me Once of Neutral Angels
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, side Brittany/Santana
Rating: R for marijuana use
Spoilers: Vague. One for season three premiere.
Summary: The first time Santana and Brittany visit Quinn at UC Santa Barbara is perhaps the best weekend ever.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: Written for the prompt: Unholy Trinity: helium, feathers, beach. Was supposed to only be a drabble. Ended up about 4,000 words. Title from this poem.


( The first time Santana and Brittany visit Quinn at UC Santa Barbara is perhaps the best weekend ever. )

I like to stand on top of mountains but
I get scared just looking at skyscrapers.
Maybe man shouldn’t be anywhere he can’t climb.

except—I want to be unearthed
to be pulled from this world
and leave footprints on the moon.
I hear they’re supposed to last
                ten
                           million
                                                 years.
I’ll trace my poems into the ground
and leave my legacy in moon rock.

Or maybe I don’t need to be remembered
by anyone except you.

We’re something like opposites—
your maple syrup skin and my buttermilk thighs
Maybe we’re not meant to be
but I’ve always had a thing for stars
and you’ve always wanted to be one.

Sometimes when I try to talk to you
I get a mouth so full of rain
my eyes turn blue like water reflecting the sky,
                                                      so I stay quiet,
and let you find shapes in my clouds.

We can be a swingset in the backyard
quiet until we are
                                             cackling laughter
                                             legs pumping
                                             always higher
If you time the jump right,
you’ll feel like an astronaut,
                           floating through infinity.
I’ll dance through the sky beside you
and when we emerge on the other side of the sun
you look like a cloud
massive and endless,
but when I try to touch you,
you           slip through my fingers.

Sometimes I forget that the sky can’t be the limit
that it doesn’t have a ceiling
and heaven doesn’t have a floor
and landing among the stars doesn’t mean
you won’t be just as lonely as you were on Earth.

You’re a constellation
something I can’t quite see
unless my eyes trace lines that aren’t there,
connecting stars as though they were summer freckles
instead of
                                lightyears
                                                                                 apart.

You must have been born at the beginning of August,
borne of a meteor shower,
                                      of the Perseids,
of a time when the heavens were tumbling to the earth.

Chicken Little says the sky is falling
but really,
                                             it’s just raining stardust.

Title: kicking and screaming through fast dreams
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman, Pucktana
Rating: R
Spoilers: Vague. Lauren exists.
Summary: She knows that she is; she totally is being a complete bitch to him, but she still wants to smack him upside the head for calling her one.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Written to fill a prompt at the Santana Lopez Drabble Meme: I hope you can forgive me for that time when I put my hand between your legs and said it was small, cuz it's really not at all. I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down just to keep you around, because the day you realize how amazing you are, you're going to leave me. Title from the same song.


( kicking and screaming through fast dreams )

Title: Lord, would you forgive me (if you know that I’m going to do it again?)
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Faberry, tiny side Brittana
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post-season 2 finale, but spoilers only really through Special Education
Summary: You’re pretty sure this is what people call the morning after.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Sequel to doing my best to regret these sins. One line inspired by Beth Lisick in Sister Spit. Go watch that, it’s hilarious. Title from Joe Purdy’s “Ode to Sad Clown.”


Oh and I got caught in this whistling wind,
doing my best to regret this sins
Lord would you forgive me
if you know that I’m gonna do it again
It’s not that I’m not sorry, Lord,
it’s just that I’m not strong
oh ’cause when that woman looks at me
I can’t remember right from wrong


( You wake up to a throbbing headache. )

Title: All for Swinging You Around
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Brittany Pierce/Santana Lopez
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Summary: Brittany loved playgrounds. Swingsets were her favorite. Santana loved making Brittany happy. AKA Santana eating Brittany out on a swing.
A/N: Written for kink bingo: suspension. Title from The New Pornographers.


( Santana didn’t actually live in Lima Heights Adjacent. )