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Meme! - The Great Goldfish in the Sky
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Meme!
nicked it from csi_sanders1129

First five people to comment get a drabble of any pairing/character at their own request. Then they have to post this in their journal and do the same. Let's go wild. (as if I shouldn't be concentrating on the Glee Fic Exchange)

1.csi_sanders1129 -- Jason/Spinelli
2.sarahbell05 -- Ethan/Kristina
3.suerum -- Diane/Spinelli
4.kittycrackers --- Masaru/Satoru
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csi_sanders1129 From: csi_sanders1129 Date: January 17th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
:3 How 'bout some Jason/Spinelli? *puppydogeyes*
spoileralert From: spoileralert Date: January 17th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Spinelli’s mouth has always been one of his best assets (although some would argue the fact), right after his brain, but he never thought he’d be using it for this. Kissing Jason is as far from kissing Maxie as anything could be. Jason tastes like beer, and his lips are rough from riding in the cold night air – they’re sans the sweet tingle and stick of lip-gloss. But different isn’t bad, it’s – well, it’s quite good actually, and Spinelli’s heart is trying to claw out of his chest, his brain fumbling around in total overload. Good, though, all of it – so good, and Spinelli fists handfuls of leather jacket, determined not to let go.

This isn’t about anybody in the world except the two of them. It’s not about Maxie, not about Spinelli’s broken heart, not about how Franco has taken Jason’s confidence and self-assurance and filled it with a million cracks. This is just about the two of them, here in the haven of their shared home, reaching out, searching, and finding what has been right in front of them this whole time.

If Spinelli is nervous, it hasn’t set in yet, his body moving much faster than his mind for once. While he has always been in the favor of free love, that love is a good thing regardless of gender, he hasn’t ever thought of himself that way (because anyone with eyes can appreciate a man with broad shoulders, sculpted like something out of ancient history, and yes, Spinelli’s eyes have drifted, but he’d always been so caught up in waxing poetic about the female form, blonde hair like the sun, blue eyes like the sky, and suddenly instead of curves that take his heart on a rollercoaster he’s thinking of muscles and tight abs)

Their kiss is long and hard. Spinelli is light headed, Jason has pressed him up against the back of the sofa, closer than they’ve ever been. Spinelli can hardly believe this is the same man who won’t take a hug when it’s offered, and when they pull apart, both panting harshly, he thinks about saying as much.

“Is this alright?” Jason asks gruffly, as if he’s only just thought to ask. As if Spinelli isn’t already finding himself leaning forward a bit, missing that kiss two seconds after it’s gone.

“Um…”Spinelli says, knowing if he gives his mouth and brain a chance to get with the program, there is no telling what will start coming out. Instead he tips forward that small space between them, awkwardly planting his lips on Jason’s chin, bristly with hair, and sliding along until he finds a mouth.
csi_sanders1129 From: csi_sanders1129 Date: January 17th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Guh. This. Yes, this is awesome. *drools*
sarahbell05 From: sarahbell05 Date: January 17th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, I like this!

How about some Ethan/Kristina? ;)
spoileralert From: spoileralert Date: January 18th, 2010 12:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Ethan imagines the picture they make – him with long hair, jeans, and the fact that he’s forgotten to shave this morning. Kristina still in her school uniform, her cute shoes, a headband, looking even smaller than she already is when standing next to him.

There were a lot of things that worried Ethan coming into this. That Kristina was so young, obviously, but more importantly that she is too sweet, and nice, and innocent in comparison to any women he’s been with before. What her dad would do when he found out, and Ethan has a feeling if Luke wasn’t friends with Sonny then he’d be at the bottom of the lake now. It worried him that he was leading her on, that she didn’t know what she was getting into, that she was hurt by Kiefer and confused. It worried (worries) him that he will hurt her too, screw this up in some epic way that she doesn’t deserve.

For a girl whose only relationship experience is with a boy who turned out to be a total bastard, Kristina has a way of making Ethan feel like the inexperienced one. When she had taken his hand and kissed him that first time, something he had been edging on and too scared to do, Ethan had been so surprised he hadn’t kissed back at all, suddenly shocked by her hand on his chest and the smell of her perfume so close.

It’s less of a surprise now, but still moves Ethan each time. When Kristina tiptoes a bit, when she puts her soft hands on his face, when she pulls back and complains with a smile that he’s going to give her beard burn, it’s like new each time.

“What are you thinking about?” Kristina laughs, rubbing her thumb along his prickly jaw line. It has started to snow, a reminder that this really is new, that this time last year they wouldn’t have done anything like this, and the snowflakes gather along Kristina’s hair.

Ethan knows he looks a bit older than he is, and Alexis isn’t the only person in town who looks at him with disapproval, but now he looks back and feels smug. It doesn’t really matter, Ethan decides, what other people think, because sometimes Kristina just tilts her head up and looks at him like she's doing now, happy and adoring, always beautiful, and she is his, and that’s all Ethan really cares about.
sarahbell05 From: sarahbell05 Date: January 18th, 2010 01:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow, just...wow. Hands down, the best E/K fic ever.

The last paragraph was just a perfect summary of what I hope their relationship will become. Yeah, I don't really have more words because this just floored me.
spoileralert From: spoileralert Date: January 18th, 2010 01:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, I really enjoyed yours as well!
suerum From: suerum Date: January 17th, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

The Kiss

There have been many famous kisses. Edison's first distributed film was of a very ordinary couple kissing for about five minutes. In the marvelous Italian film 'Cinema Paradiso' there is a montage of all these famous cinematic kisses through the years. It is a wonderful, expressive, emotive momeent in the movie. I shan't say anymore about it because if you have yet to see it, well, it's a precious film to me and I recommend it wholeheartedly.

Here are indelible images of kisses, most of them from films but some from art, that are imprinted upon our cultural consciousness:
http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&source=hp&q=Famous+kisses&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=4ZJTS_qzPJCIswON4JDYBw&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBYQsAQwAA

Why bring all this up? It's simple, you've managed to do with words what these others have done with film and paint, you've created the Jaspin kiss. On the surfact it seems an absurd comment, a couple that will never be, a couple, from a soap opera, how dare you mention it in alignment with these iconic representation of the kiss? Well, it's simple, it's not because it's about Jaspin, instead it's about the image you created within my mind with your words. It is vibrant, of the moment, intimate and immediately comprehensible as being part of the human condition. That is what all art strives for and in this short little piece you have attained that goal perfectly.
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 17th, 2010 11:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: The Kiss

Again! You flatter me too much.
But thank you! Not being something I usually do, I am glad to get the approval of you, surely one the world's greatest Jaspin scholars. Reading your reviews are pretty much one of the best parts of writing anything.
suerum From: suerum Date: January 17th, 2010 11:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Okay, deep breath

How about-Diane and Spinelli
spoileralert From: spoileralert Date: January 18th, 2010 01:40 am (UTC) (Link)

probably not what you expected, but that's what you get

She and Max were on the splits again. He was just so sensitive – and yes, it was endearing, but also frustrating. She was a woman who knew what she wanted after all, and she was making no apologies for that.

“So you see, Mr. Jackal, I am a woman with certain…expectations, and I expect them to be met.” Diane chewed an olive and snapped her fingers for a new martini. The night was young.

Spinelli fiddled with his orange soda, suddenly a bit uncomfortable at the turn their seemingly innocent conversation had taken. First, a shared expression of two love lives on the fritz, but now – “The Jackal has no doubts that the Brusque Lady of Justice has no lack of opinion in any matter.”

“The bedroom.” Diana clarified. “It’s not a place for talking, is it, Mr. Grasshopper? Not at all.”

Coughing, Spinelli was grateful for the dark of Jake’s if only so the much respected Ms. Miller wouldn’t see the deep blush of his face. “I…um…”

“Of course not.” Diane turned a speculative eye on him. “You know, I have heard a few…interesting things about you.”

“Me?” Spinelli squeaked. He could only imagine what Maxie might have said, although it wasn’t hard to picture Diane and Maxie in a gush about shoes that would somehow turn to sex. They both had the same open attitude for it.

“Indeed.” The way Diane was looking at him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Tell me, have you ever heard of a cougar?”

Spinelli’s mouth went a little dry, and he took a gulp of soda, spluttering a bit when he drank too fast. “I – that is, I have heard of them before, if you’re talking about – I mean—“

“Allow me to give you a demonstration.” Diane interrupted, crooking her finger on the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. "I'm sure there's plenty for me to teach you, grasshopper."
suerum From: suerum Date: January 18th, 2010 07:28 am (UTC) (Link)

Somehow...

You always manage to take what I expected and turn it into something I didn't and yet in so doing always create an amazing portrayal. This just made me laugh SO much! In reality, I could totally see this happening on the show, I really could. Jolivia move over we have Dianelli or Spiana (LOL). Seriously, can't you just see it? Diane more satisfied than ever, purring as she roams through the town, telling all and sundry why. Spinelli's skin glowing, his confidence awing Jason and a constant sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I have an idea for a sequel. I'll run it by you, thanks for this amazing treat!
kittycrackers From: kittycrackers Date: January 18th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC) (Link)

request

Masaru/Satoru pretty please.
spoileralert From: spoileralert Date: January 18th, 2010 03:57 am (UTC) (Link)

hope this is okay

I was originally going to do something much more slashy, but this came out....


A long time ago, Satoru donned a cape almost longer than he was tall and up his sleeves (literally and metaphorically) he had a million wonders that delighted and amazed. Satoru didn’t know why he himself was so captivated by the magic, the art of illusion, hiding in plain sight, hidden by sleight of hand and trickery.

Years later, Satoru tries to do these same tricks, to himself. He hides, he is the illusion – like all good magicians Satoru never reveals his secrets (although by now, people have stopped asking). Satoru locks himself in a cage, but unlike Houdini he is not going to escape.

Sometimes from where he stands, just for a second, if he squints and imagines real hard, it is the rest of the world that looks locked away.

Satoru won’t go to the mall, the movies, school , but he sits on the front steps in the afternoon sun and once he goes to the ramen shop all by himself, although he’s so nervous he can’t enjoy the food. Small steps, but steps.

Masaru, on the other hand, is always out. Satoru won’t admit that it’s with an envious eye that he watches Masaru leave the house everyday – sometimes for work, sometimes just for the sake of getting out of this crazy place (just for the sake of going out – Satoru can’t even imagine)

“What’d you do?” Satoru sometimes mumbles, not wanting to sound interested but needing to know what is out there.

Sometimes Masaru tells him, long tales that drift into something unimportant like fashion to the point that Satoru has to say something insulting, or he won’t tell Satoru anything at all. (and if Masaru is being mean, he taunts Satoru, although those times are fewer and far between) Anyway leaves Satoru with a pang that he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

“And then I got gum on the back of my pants. That theatre was disgusting.” Masaru complained.

Satoru tried to remember going to the theatre, ever. He thought about what it’d be like to eat greasy popcorn and sit on grimy seats and – and get somebody’s gum stuck on his pants.

“Sounds fun.” Satoru said, a little too honest for his own liking. He looked away.

Masaru was quite. “Yeah. I guess it was.” He finally said.

Satoru could feel Masaru’s eyes on him, and then his hand as well, resting on his shoulder. He didn’t look back. He stared out the window, which wasn’t actually a window, just a painting of the yard outside, so it was always sunny and bright.

“You know…” Masaru started. ”Maybe next time you could come out with me?”

If there was anything Satoru really, really hated – it was the unreasonable fear that bubbled inside him. “No, I don’t think…”

“You could try.” Masaru said firmly, and when Satoru looked back he locked eyes with Masaru and swallowed heavily. He thought of how scared Masaru had been before, and how hard he’d worked to get over it.

“Yeah.” Satoru whispered. “I could try.”



kittycrackers From: kittycrackers Date: January 18th, 2010 09:54 am (UTC) (Link)

wonderful and amazing

This is simply amazing. I love how you captured Satoru's insecurities: "He hides, he is the illusion..." and "If there was anything Satoru really, really hated – it was the unreasonable fear that bubbled inside him." (which I can relate to).

I love the ending as well, which is filled with hope as Satoru at least offers to try and do as Masaru asked. Thank you so much for writing this. I enjoyed it immensely.
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