Slash Fiend

Forgetting

2009-11-30T04:24:32Z

TITLE: Forgetting
AUTHOR: cuddlyfruit
PAIRING: Hugh/Stephen
RATING: PG-13 maybe
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Hugh has forgotten their anniversary. What present can he find for Stephen on the spot?
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, I say, not mine!
NOTES: I don't know what possesses me sometimes.

Hugh trudged to his apartment, tired and run down from a long day on the set. Mess after mess after screw up after retake, all day long without a pause. He slid his key into the lock and swung the door open.

"Happy anniversary!"

Hugh stopped dead in his tracks, finding himself engulfed in the biggest, warmest hug he'd had in... forever, really. He let himself sink in, not bothering to think about why Stephen was there, just being glad he was at all. Then the words sunk in.

"Oh, haha," he grated out nervously, cursing himself. "Stephen! What a surprise."

"I told you I'd come for our anniversary, silly turnip." Stephen pulled back from the hug and smiled at him.

"Of course, I knew that, just didn't know you'd be here when I got home," he lied. "H-happy anniversary."

"I brought you a present!" Stephen said, rummaging around in a suitcase set beside the couch. He always packed enough to last him a month even if he was only staying a night. "It's not much but I think you'll like it."

"Oh, a present!" Hugh cringed, mind whirring. He hadn't gotten Stephen any present at all. In fact, he'd completely forgotten about their anniversary. He could have sworn it was a few months away, but they never actually celebrated it except with wild sex. Never presents. "Your present is, um, it's in the car."

"The car? Why ever would you put it in the car?" Stephen asked, coming out with a little mushy package wrapped in yellow and brown. "Oh, wait, I understand! You didn't want me to find it if I came early, as I did. Well you needn't have worried, I wouldn't snoop."

"Of course not, but you know me," Hugh said with a crooked smile. "I'll just run out and get it, shall I?"

"Oh yes, go ahead, your present will wait quite patiently on the couch."

Hugh couldn't escape the apartment quick enough. He death-walked to his car, groaning and cringing and hitting himself on the forehead. He could remember Stephen talking about their anniversary on the phone a month or so back, how he was going to fly out and visit for a bit, but Hugh hadn't honestly been paying much attention, tired as he was from another long day of shooting. (That seemed rather the rule than the exception, unfortunately enough.) And he couldn't bring up that Stephen had pinned their anniversary on the wrong date or else it would be painfully obvious he hadn't been listening on the phone.

Hugh slid into the driver's seat and banged his head once, gratuitously, on the steering wheel. He could possibly get away with a quick run to the corner store, but it was probably closed by now and what if Stephen saw his car roaring away? No, that wouldn't work. Maybe he could say he forgot it on the set... but that didn't work either since Stephen was bound to want to come to the set with him tomorrow, maybe visit the cast of Bones, and see that there was no present.

Hugh glanced into the back seat of his car, despairing, when his eyes caught sight of a little paper bag. Of course! he realized. He'd stopped by the store at lunch time and gotten a couple groceries, but only one item had survived the day. He'd forgotten all about the little paper sack and its contents. It wasn't great but it would do, Stephen had said his present wasn't much either. Hugh grabbed the sack up and dashed towards his apartment, nearly whistling over his luck.

"Stephen! I'm back!"

"Oh good, let's open up our presents then." Stephen brandished his neatly wrapped gift with gusto. "Here you are."

"Ah, I didn't get a chance to buy wrapping paper, but I didn't think you'd mind," he said, handing his own little paper bag over.

"Of course, of course. Don't worry about it, sweet potato pie." At Hugh's inquiring look Stephen smiled. "I tried it in the South on my great American adventure. Interesting little dessert. Come on, you go first, open it up!"

Hugh slipped his finger inbetween the paper and pulled, ripping the paper along the whole side to reveal something cloth and pink. He gasped, lifting the cloth up by its seams to find a pink shirt.

"Isn't it great?" Stephen beamed. "Just like the shirt Alan stole from you! Remember?"

Hugh was embarrassed to find himself getting slightly teary. That pink shirt had a lot of memories, many of them so dirty he couldn't think of them without blushing. Damn Alan. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, Stephen."

Stephen beamed even brighter. "Is it my turn now?"

Hugh looked at the paper sack with dread, feeling more guilty than he could imagine with the pink shirt in his hands. He nodded once, unable to even speak. Stephen tore into the wrapping with excitement, and one banana disconnected from the bunch and fell by his feet. Stephen was silent for one long moment, simply staring at the bananas in his hand with a blank look on his face. Hugh turned his face to the ground and cringed.

"Oh Hugh, it's wonderful!"

He looked up, surprised. "What? Really?"

"Oh yes, just like our anniversary!" Stephen said, grabbing up the fallen banana and setting them on the side table to pull Hugh into another hug.

Hugh thought back as hard as he could but failed to remember any trace of bananas on their anniversary.

"Oh Hugh," Stephen said, sniffling. "Happy one year kinky banana sex anniversary! Now what do you say we recreate that scene with the shirt and the banana, hm?

Golf (Hugh/Stephen)

2007-12-01T02:03:40Z

TITLE: Golfing
AUTHOR: Cuddlyfruit
PAIRING: Hugh/Stephen (Huphen)
RATING: PG-13? Maybe?
WARNINGS: Too much innuendo.
SUMMARY: Hugh really, really wants to go golfing…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, or they'd go, ahem, golfing all the time.
NOTES: Written very quickly. The idea was just kind of fun.

"Stephen!"

Stephen hummed disinterestedly at the anguished cry.

"Stephen, come quickly!"

Stephen bit lightly at the end of his pencil. Odd wording to this sentence. It could be improved.

"Stephen! Come quickly!" Pause. "For God's sake, Stephen." A mussy-haired head—a head of the seeing, hearing, and tasting variety—peered round the door jamb and into the room. "I'm calling piteously. You could pay attention. I even added a little innuendo…"

"Sorry, my butterfly. Bit busy here." Stephen scratched out the offending sentence with a frown. "Absolute drivel. I really should have read the book."

"Stephen, I'd really like you to come with me. Maybe we could play pool. Mess with some really long sticks."

"Mm, yes, maybe later," Stephen murmured, pondering a paragraph.

"We should go out and seize this beautiful day, Stephen," Hugh said, miming a seizing motion with one hand, determined to rouse the other man. "We should pump the weather for all it's worth. Polish" Hugh rhythmically rubbed his hand in the air, as if polishing a candlestick "our golfing skills, maybe. We could thrust ourselves into a nice game of golf, yes." Hugh's eyes unfocused slightly. "I'd hit that long, hard stick against the ball. The ball would land with a slap, oh, yes, a slap! Right down the hill. The lush, sloping hill—-such a beautiful curve on that hill, so full and, and the vale between the two hills… Exquisite! And in that vale, a single small hole… A… hole…" Hugh stared, wide-eyed, at a corner of the room.

Stephen rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers. He had felt himself becoming oddly agitated while writing this newest paragraph. He couldn't seem to sit still, and his heart was beating quickly. He shifted in his chair, eyes widening at the sensation. What was going on here?

"Stephen…"

Stephen turned to look at Hugh. His bright blue eyes were glossy, pupils blown wide and dark. It was too much. Thrusting (and oh, what an exciting word that was!) his pencil away, Stephen pounced upon the poor wobbling boy, sending them to the floor with a—-slap? No, no, strange how that word came to him, but it was most definitely a thump.

x-posted to fryandorlaurie

Ebb Away : The Speech

2007-01-18T01:47:01Z

Title: Ebb Away : The Speech
Author: cuddlyfruit
Fandom: The Daily Show
Rating: G
Character(s): Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert
Word Count: 982
Warnings: Dialogue only!
Summary: Jon and Stephen come out to the world on the last episode of The Daily Show.
Notes: This is my first fic in TDS/TCR. I did my best to get the voice right. It's also not a style I'm used to. So the punctuation and such are meant to imply that he is saying something a certain way. I didn't want to tell you how Jon was feeling or how the audience was reacting. I wanted you to see it all for yourself. This is partially me experimenting, but this is also just how the piece wanted to be written. The thought of adding descriptions really just kinda upset me. I hope I wrote it well enough that you can see the actions that accompany the words.
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).

Any mention of 'The Daily Show', 'The Colbert Report', 'Viacom', any associated entites, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976 and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the joint Daily Show-Colbert Report finale!

"We have a very special show for you today. A very special show. As you all know, yesterday was the very last episode of both the Colbert Report and the Daily Show. I know we're all going to miss doing the shows and making you all laugh, and a lot of you seem to feel the same way. So to help both you guys and ourselves say goodbye, we've arranged this last finale.

"For this special, we're not going to tell you jokes about the administration. There's no script today, and none of us will be playing a character. Everything we say tonight will be coming straight from us, and I think that, after so many years of loyalty, you guys deserve this bit of sincerity. This is the real us, so I hope we don't disappoint.

"By now, you've all noticed Stephen standing here beside me. Why Stephen but not Ed or Sam or Steve? Because what I'm about to say has to do with him and with me. During my speech, please keep this in mind: Stephen Colbert, not the character but the real Stephen Colbert, is just a mild-mannered gentleman, and when he came out here with me tonight it was with my promise that he wouldn't have to say anything. He's out here to support me, and I really appreciate that, because I couldn't do this without him.

"Stephen and I, we spend a lot of time together. We've, uh, we've become good friends in the time we've known each other. Very good friends. I hold no other man, no other person at all, in such high regard. I know you guys see glimpses of his humour during The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, but-but there's so much more to him. I almost passed out once, he made me laugh so hard, he's that funny. There were literally black spots in my eyes and everything. Luckily he-he resuscitated me.

"He's also a very moral person, such a moral person. He does his best to be a good person, and I think he's accomplished that, and gone so much further. And that Catholic guilt you hear about? Yeah, he's got that. So much of that—too much—and he doesn't deserve it. But he handles it anyway. He is so amazingly strong in general. I wish I knew how he does it. I think we all do.

"Stephen is also the most loyal friend you could ask for. Show business and comedy are both so stressful to be involved with. There are so many things to keep track of and worry about. Am I being funny? Will we finish this in time? Will I be able to pull this off? Sometimes, sometimes you can get a little lost, a little overwhelmed, but Stephen is always there if you need him, and God knows everyone on the show has, at one time or another. He'll drop anything for you, and that-that's a rare find. So many times, I've called him at midnight or later, needing him to be there, work the next day and everything, and he came. He always came. I think my insomnia has affected him more than me sometimes, but he never complained or minded. Midnight, and he came over just to laugh me to sleep. Believe me, it's not a short process.

"Of course he has faults. Sometimes he doesn't know when the joke should end. He can be selfish, and he has bad moods, just like anyone else. But these things are so overshadowed by the overwhelming goodness of his nature. He's such a good man, with a good heart, and he genuinely enjoys making people laugh and smile and be happy. For that, his faults can be forgiven.

"I know you're all wondering why I'm saying this. What I'm leading up to. I just, I need you all to know this, to understand this, because I love him. Not, not just, not—thanks, Stephen. Thank you. … I don't just love him as a co-worker, or a friend. I love Stephen, I love him like- Oh, Jesus, I'm-… I love him like his lover would, because that's what I am, his lover. I love him enough to not give up on this, no matter how hard it is to preserve. Have you ever loved someone so much, enjoyed their presence so completely, that the rest of the world just ebbs away when you're with them? Well, I have, and let me tell you that it is an amazing experience. There are no words to describe how absolutely breathtaking it is to feel this way about someone.

"I see some of you are laughing. You're not sure if this is a joke or not. I swear to you, this is as true as it gets. You can't see it, but not far from here some producers are scrabbling frantically around, wondering if they should cut us off. But it's too late, and they know it. They let us do this live, so what I've said is already out there, probably spread across the internet and halfway back already, and they can't retrieve it. I'm glad. We don't want to hide anymore, and why should we have to?

"I guess that's all I have to say, and I should stop while you're all shocked into silence. The other members of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report are going to come out for a Q&A session now. Maybe you can all get together for a group therapy session—what I've just said is as new and shocking to them as it is to you. As for Stephen and I, we're gonna go backstage and- hide for a little while. Goodnight, and I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the show."

END

I also have most of a prequel written up—a scene between Jon and Stephen just before they come on stage. Not sure if I'll post it, though.

I wish I was special, you're so fuckin' special.

2006-03-11T00:59:09Z

What a laugh, I've never been chosen by anyone. I wanna laugh, I'm not joking.

2006-02-09T02:13:51Z

***EDIT*** Look, I even made an icon of it! *points to icon* ***EDIT***

An image that reminds me of Brokeback Mountain! Or, rather, Brokeback Mountain reminded me of the shirt in the picture. Not really work safe, but there are half-naked, very close cowboys! And Sid Vicious, as well!

I'm supposed to be writing one of my 8 or 9 essays. Or studying for the drivers ed test tomorrow, which I've not even really looked at. Or doing my mth homework. Or studying the math for my ACT. Or reading the three chapters for English. Or studying for the science quiz. But wait, what am I doing? Oh, yeah, that's right. I'm on LJ!

Also!:
Jack wore a skirt, but he knew how to scram!
-Bad Religion, You Don't Belong

More lyrics no one wants to read through, because they're not fandom related.

She said, thanks but I'm broken,
I guess you musta been smoking,
What a laugh, I've never been chosen by anyone,
She was barely a teen, hanging out inbetween,
Just a part of the scene,
With mercurial smile, and incurable style,
She was only a dream,
How's that, he didn't know a thing about,
Making love to the kind of girl you read about?
He said, I'm bound to be broken,
My daddy bet that I'd amount to nothing,
He won't let anyone show him anything.
Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken,
A little cracked, but still I'm not broken,
I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality.
When the world is turning for you, don't turn on me,
Who are you here to repair?
Well I don't know what you mean,
You could never resist, glorifying despair,
Well it's coming to you and I don't really care.
Well I'm not the kind to insist,
You couldn't have missed,
We must co-exist,
So please listen to me, there is no such thing,
As human debris.
Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken,
A little cracked, but that amounts to nothing,
I wanna laugh, I'm not joking.
I'm unbroken, I said I'm unbroken,
I'm really not broken.

The "you couldn't have missed" part reminds me of an Alkaline Trio lyric.
"You crashed your car through my front door,
I pulled you from thw wreckage,
You told me that you missed me,
But you meant with the grill and hood,
You'd kill me if you could."
Alkaline Trio, Fatally Yours.

Alright, this entry has gotten too long. And the last part has nothing to do with fandom anyway. -_-;

GROW MORE POT

2006-02-04T18:50:30Z

OH MY GOD, I LOVE JELLO BIAFRA!

Everyone needs to listen to this mp3! Jello Biafra (from the Dead Kennedys), spoken word. Grow More Pot. In it he says thing like this:

"You can make 4 times as much paper from an acre marijuana hemp plantsthan you can an acre of trees."

Plus, he sounds flamboyant. Interesting speech, lovely lisp (I don't know WHY I love lisps so much, but I do) and I am happy.

Jello Biafra - Grow More Pot (Spoken Word)

If that one doesn't work - http://www.sendspace.com/file/tujek2

I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground.

2006-02-04T02:24:49Z

SONGSPAM! Alkaline Trio songspam. Most of it is from their newest Album, Crimson, because that's what I mainly have on my compy. I like their older stuff better, but Crimson is pretty good. Their old stuff rocks, though. My brother used to get annoyed because I'd listen to Alkaline Trio all day every day for weeks straight. :D Anyway...

Alkaline Trio - Enjoy Your Day. Dan has a slight lisp in this song, and I ADORE his lisp. This is the only song I uploaded that isn't from Crimson. I love this song. It's acoustic, the guitar is pretty, the words are pretty, Dan's voice is prettyprettyprettyful, it's sad.

Alkaline Trio - Crimson - Burn

Alk3 - Crimson - Settle for Satin

Alk3 - Crimson - Sadie

Alk3 - Crimson - I Was a Prayer

Alk3 - Crimson - Smoke which is one of my favorites on the album.

Comment if you get it, just so that I'll know if people like when I upload music. Also, if anyone wants some older Alkaline Trio stuff, ask away. I'm ready to listen to something else now, though. *switches music*

**EDIT** Btw, fryphile is most definitely male.

**EDIT** Alk3's earlier stuff is wittier. That was one of my favorite things about them, the wit. Their new stuff is lacking in the wit. ;.;

cuddlyfruit @ 2006-01-16T20:42:00

2006-01-17T01:46:39Z

Haha, this is the conversation between parabuzzle and I immediately after Hugh was nominated and made his speech. (Actually, it occurs through out. The first line I say is a second before they reveal the winner.) Everything is a garbled mess of squee, and that amused me, so I post it here.

(20:36:43) CF: HUUUGHH PLEAASE
(20:36:49) CF: YES HAHAHAHAHAHA
(20:39:25) CF: STEPHEN FRY
(20:39:41) paraflabuzzle: YESW
(20:39:42) paraflabuzzle: STEPHEN
(20:39:43) paraflabuzzle: !!
(20:39:43) paraflabuzzle: OPMGAORGMEH{
(20:39:44) paraflabuzzle: agA fh
(20:39:45) paraflabuzzle: WAWETLawE
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(20:39:47) CF: HE SAID STEPHEN XD XD XD
(20:39:57) paraflabuzzle: OMF
(20:40:00) CF: I'm more excited about Stephen being there than Hugh getting the award XD XD XD
(20:40:01) paraflabuzzle: I Saw STEPHNE HUGH HIM
(20:40:02) paraflabuzzle: XD
(20:40:03) paraflabuzzle: X:OJIAdgjadg
(20:40:04) paraflabuzzle: XD
(20:40:31) CF: YOU SAAAW HIM?!
(20:40:33) CF: wheeerrreeee?
(20:40:53) CF: I literally squeaked when he said Stephen XD XD XD
(20:40:57) CF: LOUDLY
(20:41:11) paraflabuzzle: XD
(20:41:15) paraflabuzzle: when they announced his name
(20:41:18) paraflabuzzle: stephen huged him
(20:41:19) paraflabuzzle: XD
(20:41:31) CF: NUUU
(20:41:35) CF: I MISSED IT ;.;
(20:41:35) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDDDDD
(20:41:36) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDD
(20:41:37) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDD
(20:41:53) CF: I hope someone posts screenshots *hopehopehope*
(20:41:59) CF: HE MENTIONED STEPHEN BEFORE HIS WIFE
(20:42:00) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDDDDd
(20:42:02) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDDDDDd
(20:42:03) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDDDDDD
(20:42:04) paraflabuzzle: XDDDDDDDDd
(20:42:06) paraflabuzzle: SQUEEEEEEE
(20:42:09) CF: XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD

Cover of Radiohead's Creep, anyone?

2006-01-16T03:04:51Z

**Edit** Problem maybe resolved! And I -so- did not, in the meantime, go and download just about every song titled Creep that I could find on BearShare. *stares* Alright, I did. Now I have to go through and listen to them all. o.o **/Edit**

Alright, I am going out of my mind, so I call on the powers of my f-list.

I was reading something, and the lyrics to a song came up. It sounded familiar, so I googled. Well, turns out it's Creep by Radiohead, and I definitely remember it. So I get it from BearShare. But it is -not-, in fact, the song I remember. So I get Creep by Stone Temple Pilots, thinking they mighta covered it. It wasn't a cover, but I remember this song from a long time ago, and am glad I got it. So then I got the cover of Creep by Cake, and it is the song, but not right!

So, anyone know of any other covers of Creep? Specifically one in which the singer's voice is very coarse. He practically screams "I'm a creep!" and all that, and that's the one I want.

You're all magic, so, you know... Do your magic. :P I mean, I think I'm going insane here.

I've never even read the comics, hahaha.

2006-01-15T01:05:38Z

I am not watching X-Men. I am so not watching X-Men.

...

...

Hahaha, I am watching X-Men. XD And yes, this post was completely pointless. Totally pointless. But it made me feel good. *churr*

I went to Chuck E Cheese's today. More "hahaha" here. I got like 249 tickets. I got a spinny top toy, a squishy frog, and a toy for both two kids, because it was one kid's birthday. I also did this thing where you put in a token, it takes your picture, and pretends to sketch it. So your picture is like a sketch. I don't look completely horrible, which is a surprise.

...Done now. Sorry.

**Edit** Ian McKellen?

In the trousers she kissed me, and I only bought her one round!

2006-01-05T23:40:51Z

Tagged by beatle_becks!

Seven songs that you can't stop listening to right now.

1. Franz Ferdinand - Michael (and it -did- have to be listed first)
2. Everclear - Summerland (this is on the cd that got stolen with my backpack)
3. Franz Ferdinand - All five songs that I have
4. Earlimart - It's Okay To Think About Ending
5. Cowboy Bebop soundtrack - Don't Bother None
6. Dropkick Murphys - anything, really
7. Flogging Molly - once again, anything. EVER. I never stop listening to them.

Alright, so I cheated on numbers 3, 6, and 7. But I couldn't decide!

*sends hugs to beatle_becks and parabuzzle for amusing me out of this horrible mood I've been in all day* :D

OMG YES!

2006-01-02T21:19:40Z

Michael by Franz Ferdinand.

This song is so gay. I mean, blatantly. Read a small bit of lyrics.

Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips,
Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,
Michael, you're the only one I'd ever want,
Only one I'd ever want,
Only one I'd ever want,
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor,
Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dance-whore,
Michael waiting on a silver platter now,
And nothing matters now.

This is what I am,
I am a man,
So come and dance with me Michael.

Okay. No. Fuck. Shit. Good. *happily curls up in the song* Someone please please please tell me where I found this song. And tell me there's a music video. PLEASE let there be a music video.

Okay. Seriously. *goes off to die happily*

**Edit** Michael - Franz Ferdinand for you, my dear flist. :D

**Edit** Look! There's a whole wikipedia entry for songs about homosexuality! And Michael gets a whole new link. XD

YAY!

2005-12-30T00:40:09Z

I'm (prolly) gonna get to see HP soonish! I made some money from babysitting last week.

So I had $57 dollars. I let my mom borrow $20 for gas and things. Then I had to pay $10 to get my learner's permit (passed it on the first try, HA!) which was kinda annoying. Then we wanted to eat dinner, so I threw in the rest of my money, they pulled out a few dollars, and we had McDonalds.

My mom says she'll pay me back my $57 on (I think) Tuesday! Or something like that. SOON, anyway. And then I can see the movie! And buy some bird toys for the parakeet that I have been waiting a MONTH for. I'd like to save up money, but I can't just leave my bird with an empty cage, you know? I wonder if I could find some of the old parakeet toys I had... I might've gotten rid of them during one of the moves so I'd have more room in boxes.

Anyone know of any bird toys that can be made at home? I'm thinking rope, something with rope. I donno.

KILT!

2005-12-27T20:05:32Z

Already, this is the last post I'm going to make today. I hope.

But I mean, really! David Tennant! IN A KILT! :D

DO YOU SEE WHAT HE DID THERE? He exploited my kilt love! He knows that Hugh has been teasing me with MENTIONS of kilts but no showings of them! AND HE EXPLOITED THAT!

Not a Tennant fangirl. Not. Not. Not. Alright, maybe I am. *sulks a little more*

...He is pretty yummy though, isn't it? Nowhere near Hugh-yummy, but yummy.

I think I'm hyper. *glances at empty soda cup* *glances at candy* Eh heh heh.

It's fryphile's fault I've started babbling and stuff. He made that picture post of Stephen! It woke me up. XP

/post

**Edit** I am supposed to be studying. So I will not pay ten dollars to take a test for nothing. Because I need to get my learner's permit. Fandom is eating my brain. :D NO! It's :( not :D, but :(

... :D

Doctor Which poll.

2005-12-27T19:39:08Z

I've posted a poll about the various actors that play the Doctors. Go take it here!

**Edit** I think you have to be a member of doctorwho_eps to take it. If anyone wants it, I can make another one and post it here so you guys can take it? ^_^

Doctor Who

2005-12-26T21:50:27Z

I guess I can accept David Tennant as the new Doctor. *still sulks a little*

...

He does look pretty good, though.

And poor Mickey! He's my darling.

Boffle! Boffle Boffle Boffle!

2005-12-25T21:46:45Z

This is my fandom journal, so I'm not going to go on about all my presents. Except for the fandom related one.

My mother's boyfriend's daughter knows about my looooove of Hugh Laurie. (She always says that Wentworth Miller is better looking. Yeah right!) And a few days ago she was teasing me that she got me a present and was giving me little hints. And she showed me an envelope and said that I wasn't going to like what was in the envelope so much as what it represents.

She gave it to me today. I unwrapped the box. Opened the box. Took out the manilla folder. Peeled the tape off the manilla folder. Took out the big yellow envelope. Opened it. Took out the small yellow envelope. Opened it. Took out the business envelope and opened. Took out the small envelope and opened it. Took out the -folded- envelope and opened it.

Took out two pieces of paper. One was a printed out picture of Hugh and Stephen. The other said...

"A Bit of Fry & Laurie" plus Pilot episode on 4 dvds.

Details:

Pilot - 1 eps. 1986 (30 mins approx.)

Series One - 6 eps. 1989 - each eps. 30 mins approx.
Series Two - 6 eps. 1990 - dito
Series Three - 6 eps. 1992 - dito
Series Four - 7 eps. 1995 - dito

I copied exactly what it says, though I didn't bother to color where the font was red.

She said that she ordered it but the lady shipped it a bit late so it's gonna get here late. But I get Boffle! Boffle Boffle Boffle!

PAID ACCOUNT!! :D :D :D :D

2005-12-23T03:07:31Z

Oh my god, someone bought me a paid account! Ahhhh! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you, whoever did it! *sends so many hugs and clingies that it borders on an impossible amount* AHH. :D :D :D

Eeeee! I've never had a paid account before! I need to go explore! :D :D :D :D :D

*dashes off, squealing, to play!*

Want want want!

2005-12-23T01:09:13Z

*watches Harry Potter commercial*

*cries*

*sobs*

I WANNA SEEEE IT!

*goes off to pout*

*edit* And Brokeback Mountain! WAH!

*edit2* Moo. Mooooooooo.

Time Warp

2005-12-11T01:20:58Z

**Edit: I looked over this quickly to make sure I hadn't screwed up any html, and realized I had posted the un-betad version. >.< It's fixed now.**

Thank you to peak_in_darien for being my lovely beta! It would be better, actually, except I didn't fix the last things she pointed out to me. I've read this thing over too many times to count, and I'm done with it. If I read it one more time, my head shall explode from the repetition.

First, just a warning so you don't get confused. It starts out in one time period and kind of melts into the next. There's really nothing to mark when the time changes, so you only realize it when the action/dialogue doesn't match the situation anymore. That was the basis of this whole fic, the idea of trying that out.

TITLE: Time Warp
AUTHOR: Cuddlyfruit
FANDOM: Real life!
PAIRING: Hugh/Stephen
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Character death! Angst! Also fluff. Inbetween deaths… Yes.
SUMMARY: First meetings, puppies, kinky sex, marriage, children, cheating, and how they're linked together. An experiment in style.
DISCLAIMER: This is fiction, it never happened. Thankfully. I don't own Hugh Laurie or Stephen Fry, though I'd love it if I did. Never even met them.
NOTES: 2,311 words. This and my other fics can be found in my journal. I blame this on Oliver Twist because of all the death. Blame Dickens! Blame Dickens! …I'm still horrible for writing this. (Also. Don't actually blame Dickens.) Oh, also, this belongs in some universe I've never created before… I'm not sure what universe it is, though. And hopefully it never becomes real.

Stephen stands still and quiet, the door's shadow draped around him like a cloak.

It isn't possible.

*****

"You're perfect for each other," Emma explained, flinging her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers. "Similar humor, but different enough that anything you join together to write will end up a masterpiece. I promise you."

A small group of girls called to Emma. Stephen took the chance to look this boy over. He was tall, slim, and slightly gangly. Bright blue eyes. Short, messy hair. An awkward stance. He wore a brightly colored, flower print shirt, tucked into his tight, very tight, black pants. Very tight. Stephen wrenched his eyes upwards, peering innocently into the bright blue eyes. Hugh looked as if he wasn't sure whether to cower or laugh.

"Well, Hugh Laurie, it's a great pleasure to meet you." A very great pleasure, Stephen thought, shaking Hugh's hand and pondering the pleasing idea of licking those long fingers.

Hugh smiled softly and peered down at his toes, squeezing Stephen's hand gently before pulling it away. "Come in, make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," Stephen followed him in, eyes roaming that firm, leanly muscled back through the shirt. "What did you think of the ideas I had?"

"Oh, I looked them over and they're very good!"

Stephen started and guiltily lifted his eyes upwards when Hugh spun suddenly around. The boy was smiling in a way he rarely did in public, a smile that livened his whole being. Almost every other smile he had seen on Hugh had been slight and weak, uncomfortable. Stephen felt pleased to have been the cause, but slightly worried for himself. He hoped he wasn't falling for this boy. That would be disastrous.

"I actually had an idea," Hugh said, motioning wildly with his hands. "It was similar to yours, but different. I think if we combined them together, they could be very funny."

"Would you like to show me this idea?" Stephen took a step forward, smiling and forcing his eyes to remain above Hugh's stomach.

"Yes, yes," Hugh strode to the desk and began searching through papers. "Here they are."

Stephen loomed up close behind him, so close he barely dared to breathe for fear of brushing against Hugh and losing control. Hugh straightened up from over the desk and turned his head in surprise when he bumped against Stephen's front. He blinked, mouth open, and looked at Stephen's eyes, then down to where they were pressed together. Cheeks coloring, he quickly turned to face the desk again, fidgeting with the papers in front of him.

"Mm, yes, very interesting, Hugh," Stephen said, moving his head forward slightly to kiss gently at the nape of his neck.

"Again, Stephen??" Hugh sighed dramatically, turning around and wrapping his arms around Stephen's waist, pulling them close together. "We've only just recovered from the last bout of wild sex, and we really do need to work on these skits. We're too far behind. The show won't have enough to fill it up completely."

"We could kiss," Stephen suggested, smirking. "They'd find that hilarious. We could even have sex."

"It might work for the first minute or so, but I don't think they're that gullible." Hugh slipped a hand up Stephen's shirt and began gently touching up his side. "They'd soon realize that it was real. They'd all walk out and we'd be out of business."

"Most of them would walk out, yes," Stephen agreed mildly, leaning over to nibble softly at Hugh's neck. "But I'm sure there'd be some that stayed to watch the rest of the show. I would if I were them." Stephen traced a hand down Hugh's stomach, down, down, down, gold.

"Stephen!" Hugh frowned at him. "Please, please, please? I really want one."

"But Hugh," Stephen frowned back at him. "We don't have time for a puppy."

"You mean you don't have time for a puppy." Hugh turned, pouting, back to petting the black, mop-haired puppy. "You're always away, busy, and I'm always left alone."

"Hugh, dearest," he tenderly stroked a finger against the back of his neck. "You know I'm around as much as I can be. It's not my fault you won't take the jobs offered to you."

"You mean the jobs you offer to me," Hugh replied bitterly. "None of them actually want me on there. They only offer because you convince them. They know they have a better chance of keeping you if they give in and let me join in as well."

"Well, is there anything wrong with that?" he asked, drawing his hand away.

"Did you ever think, Stephen," Hugh began quietly, stroking his thumb from the tip of the puppy's nose all the way back to its shoulder blades, "that maybe I'd like to be wanted for myself?"

Stephen wondered if there was more meaning to that than the obvious.

"Everybody loves you, Hugh." He turned away. "So this was inevitable. I knew it was going to happen."

"Stephen, please. Don't be this way," Hugh pleaded, reaching out a hand to stroke his shoulder blade. "Please understand. I was so lonely. You were always gone, too busy for me. I slept in bed alone. I ate my meals alone. I played my piano alone. I was always alone, Stephen."

"And then she came along," Stephen said, turning to look at him again.

"Yes," Hugh said, barely audible. "And then she came along. She would take me out for breakfast. She sat beside me while I played piano. Sometimes she tried to play along with me, even though she didn't know the songs." Hugh smiled slightly. Stephen turned back around so he wouldn't see it. "She started staying over at night. She slept in my bed, Stephen. I wasn't alone any more. I began to love her."

"And I'm sure you'll love her in marriage as well."

"I will love her very much." Hugh's voice cracked slightly. "And my child as well."

Stephen spun around. "What did you just say?"

"She's pregnant, Stephen." Hugh smiled weakly, then turned his gaze to the bed. "We've been married two years, she's carrying my second child, and yet all I really want to do is curl up in bed with you. Does that make me bad? What would my son think? He's only two, Stephen. What would he think?"

"Shh." Stephen pulled Hugh close, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "It's alright, Hugh."

"What am I supposed to do, Stephen?" Hugh asked, breath hitching. "I don't know what to do."

"You should…" Stephen paused, unsure what to say. He could feel his shirt becoming damp with Hugh's tears.

"Tell me, Stephen," Hugh whispered. "Tell me what to do, because I really don't know."

"I think you should take the role."

"I don't know, Stephen."

"Please, Hugh?" He stuck his bottom lip out and widened his eyes. "Pretty please with kinky sex on top?"

"How kinky?" Hugh asked, grinning. "If it's full-on bondage, whipping, and blood-play kinky, then count me in. Otherwise there's no deal."

"Any amount of kinky you'd like, dearest," Stephen said, reaching over to twist his fingers in Hugh's belt loops and tugging him closer. "We could even try it on the set. I hear there's a scene in which my character is in a bed." Stephen didn't mention the woman in bed with him, but he wasn't having sex with her, so there was no reason to feel guilty.

"Hm, well, that sounds nice," Hugh said, studying Stephen.

"What sounds even nicer is the idea of secretly ravishing you on every table, chair, and bed on the set." Stephen kissed him gently. "I'd especially love to do it on the director's chair."

"We still haven't done anything on the set of Jeeves and Wooster," he said, breathing in deeply as Stephen pressed his lower body against him. "Other than in the bathtub. Which was a bit creepy, by the way, with that little rubber duck watching us the whole time…"

"Mm, but it was fun," Stephen laughed, fingering the top button of Hugh's jeans. "Hugh, dearest, I wish you would wear your kilt on days like these."

"What do you mean, days like these?" Hugh rolled his eyes, letting himself be propelled backwards to the sofa. "This is exactly like any other day. I'm sorry if I can't predict the days of unceasing sex, Stephen."

"As you should be. Now stay still a moment."

Stephen pressed Hugh backwards until he hit the arm of the sofa and toppled easily backwards, legs hanging off. He let his eyes wander over that long body, still but for heaving chest. Hugh was so obedient sometimes. He placed his hand on Hugh's hipbones and gently slid his fingers upwards. Up and up, taking the hem of the shirt with him, until a long expanse of pale skin was revealed. He watched Hugh's chest rise and fall with breath.

Leaning over, he placed several tiny kisses in his favorite places. The belly button, of course. Both nipples, which had Hugh squirming slightly. The bottom of Hugh's ribs, where he could feel the bones sloping apart, leaving behind soft flesh. The right side, where lived a tiny, almost invisible scar.

"You're always so gentle with me," Hugh murmured softly.

"Do you not like this?" Stephen asked, pausing in the middle of a knot.

"It's not that." Hugh said.

"Then what?" He asked, shivering slightly as Hugh leaned upwards and pressed his lips to Stephen's ribs, breathing softly in and out.

"I just don't see how this will work," Hugh said, letting himself drop back down and tugging experimentally at the bonds. "You're too cautious. You worry about me too much. The ties will press into my skin and you'll take them off."

"I won't," Stephen replied, staunchly continuing to knot. "At least not that easily."

"Of course not." Hugh's lips twitched.

"Right, your hands are bound," Stephen said, backing nervously up. "Now what?"

"Now you do what you want with me." Hugh arched provocatively.

Stephen climbed gently to straddle Hugh's waist. He stroked his fingers over Hugh's chest and stomach, reveling in the movement beneath his fingertips, the warmth.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Stephen whispered, reaching down to stroke himself, then Hugh. "Tell me if you want to stop."

"I will, Stephen." Hugh drew in a shuddering breath, eyes closing.

"I don't want to hurt you. I didn't want to hurt you. Never."

"I know, Stephen." Hugh moved a few steps away. "But you have."

"I'm sorry, Hugh." Stephen tried to catch Hugh's eye. "Please look at me, dearest."

"Did you call him that?" Hugh asked, drawing further away. "Did you call him dearest? Did you stroke your fingers over his ribs after sex? Did you kiss his sides? Did you tell him that he was beautiful?"

"Hugh, please, stop," Stephen begged softly, wanting to look away from the shattered blue eyes but afraid to. Afraid to lose Hugh to something he couldn't identify.

"I don't understand, Stephen." Hugh turned away, resting his palms against the tabletop. "I don't understand how you could… With him. I just don't understand."

"You were away." Stephen stepped tentatively forward, again, again, again, until he was softly touching Hugh's shoulder blade. "You were in America and I was lonely. I needed someone to be there, and you were so far away."

"I have to go, Stephen." Hugh wrenched himself away and stumbled towards the door. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Hugh."

Stephen watched, helplessly, as the door swung shut. It was opening, that door. Slowly, creaking, to reveal pitch black. He just needed to talk to Hugh before he left again. Apologize one more time. Beg for forgiveness one more time.

He stepped forward, carefully maneuvering around vague black shapes. There was a soft yellow light emanating from the space beneath a door. The bedroom. He stepped quietly forward and pushed with the tips of his fingers. Gently, it revealed.

It isn't possible.

Stephen took a stumbling step forward, choking, falling to his knees. He scrabbled desperately forward, struggling to reach… If he could only… It wasn't… He would be okay. Hugh would be okay. He just had to touch him. To hug him. To kiss him.

Too much blood.

He ignored that voice, finally reaching Hugh. He was lying beside the wall, eyes closed and body still. Blood spattered the wall behind him. Blood spattered that beautiful face. He refused to look at the gaping, gruesome hole, or the black, glistening gun clutched in hand.

"Hugh," Stephen whispered. "Dearest. Hugh. Please. Open your eyes. Wake up. Please. I've come to apologize."

Stephen gently reached out and touched Hugh's cheek. Cold. He pulled back, hand shaking, to find smears of blood on his fingertips. He scooted gently forward and pressed a hand against that cold, still chest. The ribs were hard and steadfast. He lifted the hem of Hugh's shirt, leaning gently down to press a kiss against the scar on his side. Still no movement.

Shaking, confused, hurting. Stephen stood slowly, then reached down and wrapped his arms around Hugh's chest. Gently, careful not to grasp too tightly lest he prevent invisible breathing, he hefted him up and gently propelled him towards the bed. The gun dropped to the floor, halfway between the wall and the bed. Hugh was soon settled beneath the covers.

Stephen retrieved the gun, holding the cold, still metal. He climbed into bed on Hugh's right, suddenly shivering. Perhaps one more try… One last attempt…

"One kiss, and you'll awaken," Stephen whispered.

He pressed his lips to Hugh's. When he pulled back, he could taste the tang of blood. Hugh did not move.

Choking back a sob, Stephen lied back. He wrapped his left arm under Hugh's waist and pulled him closer. He brought the gun up. He looked at Hugh and pressed the trigger.

*****

Also posted:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/fryandorlaurie/91893.html

Eep.

2005-12-06T02:54:29Z

This is cuddlyfruit --------------------> O.O
This is cuddlyfruit procrastinationg ---> O.O

Oh wow. They look the same!

A few days ago, in my AP Language and Composition class, we were talking about (I think) how the women in The Scarlet Letter were portrayed. My teacher said that that it was like that movie, messed up the title of H2G2, and said, like those creatures. I said, "Vogons?" And she said yes. Afterwards, she said something that almost put me into a coma:

By the way, I don't recommend the movie. It's very irreverent.

*gasp choke die die die dead!* Oh my fucking god. I need to move back to California. NOW. This teacher... UGH!

*ahem* I should go finish my project now.

Seven songs

2005-12-03T01:59:03Z

OMG I AM BACK ONLINE. *spasms of pleasure*

I was tagged to do this by snaard so here it is!

Instructions: List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're embarrassing, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

(Which is actually a bit difficult, because I tend to get into bands at a time, rather than songs. At the moment, those bands are Everclear and Bad Religion, yay! I don't wanna list a buncha songs by one band, so each band can only have one song for me.)

1. Everclear - Like A California King
2. Bad Religion - Kerosene
3. Jimmy Eat World - Drugs or Me
4. Dropkick Murphys - The Wild Rover
5. Flogging Molly - Wanderlust
6. Yoko Kanno (Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack) - Wo Qui Non Coin (full version)
7. Alkaline Trio - My Standard Break From Life

Or actually, any of the songs by those bands would work. Would almost always work. They're my favorites. ^_^

Wheee?a

2005-11-16T03:20:04Z

Hahaha, I just got in trouble because I neglected to tell my mother that someone threatened to shoot people at school. There was a note on a bathroom wall yesterday or the day before or something, saying that on the fifteenth they'd be coming to school and shooting people. I told my mother there was a threat (as a safety net), passed it as a stupid joke, and went to school. Unfortunately, the local news station ran a thing on it. So I got yelled at for not telling there was a specific date. I said I didn't know there was, which is a lie.

I almost forgot to watch House today! Oh noes! *slaps self* Bad cuddlyfruit! I've been watching Stargate SG-1 lately. I like Daniel. *drool*

We are moving soon, so I am all busy packing and doing homework and WAH, want free time! *pouts*

I am tired. ;.;

Love to my list and sorry to be so neglectful!

Gary Hugh!

2005-11-06T23:00:22Z

I was thinking of Hugh Laurie and how he seems to perfect. Like a Mary Sue. So I put him through The Mary Sue Litmus Test, the one for original characters.

Hugh scored 53. XD He scored 12 points in some things that kinda were and kinda weren't. So if you include the Maybe section, then he got 65. So he's either a Mary Sue or an Über-Sue. XD

Sorry. This was just far too amusing to not share.

So, um. What would he be called? Gary Hugh? Instead of Gary Stu. Because Hugh rhymes with... Nevermind.

I should run Stephen through the test. Maybe later. XP

BYE NOW!

Wibble!

2005-11-06T05:02:12Z

I had the uncontrollable urge to make a post that simply said
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
or something of the sort, because I am tired and going incoherent and WHEE, you know?

But um. Because I couldn't keep myself from at least posting, I decided to make this pointful. So I offer a haiku I made for English. It sucks, but it's about Blackadder so yay!

Insanity plea
He learned this in the village
Blackadder wibbles

I put village because I couldn't remember where he learned it. And village fit. So nyah. I also made one about Hugh's blue blue eyes, but I lost my haiku paper so I just had to put down my Blackadder one by heart. The other one sucked anyway.