Comfort Fic Recs Part 4!
Happy Memorial Day to all of my flisters in the US. *snugs you* Isn't it LOVELY to have a day off, even if it is for a less than smiley reason? And for all of you who live elsewhere, I hope that your day is going well. And now for comfort fic recs for
OC
Call of the Wild by misspamela
Seth/Ryan NC-17
Ryan stuck his head out of the tent. "I thought you went home with Marissa."
"Yeah, well, I thought that you might want, um, I don't know. Company. Or something. I couldn't sleep."
Boys are Pretty by romanticalgirl
Seth/Ryan NC-17
Of course, he’s pretty sure that he’s gay. Or bi-sexual at the very least, which is kind of a mutation and would be a hell of a lot hotter if he wasn’t just kissing two very hot, very frisky women who wanted to be with Seth Cohen, but at least one guy who wanted to be with Seth Cohen.
Well, not at least one guy. Just one guy.
Fuck.
Telegraph Avenue by hackthis
Seth/Ryan NC-17
If Seth were going to be honest about it, which really didn’t happen that often because it was hard to convince other people when he didn’t believe himself, he’d always thought that his crush on Ryan was a one-person thing. Not that he’d thought he was the only person who had a crush on Ryan, more that he’d figured that apart from crushing on Ryan, he was completely straight.
Until Seth met Jamie and his hetero world did a 180.
"H" Is for "Houdini," and also "Handcuffs" by serialkarma
Seth/Ryan NC-17
The situation was getting desperate. Ryan would be done with his shower soon. Very soon, and Seth *really* didn't want to be caught handcuffed to his bed in his pajamas. Not that it didn't bring up some interesting possibilities that he'd be all for exploring--some other time. But today he had a french quiz in half an hour, and besides, there had to be a better way to express his desire to explore other, kinkier aspects of their relationship.
Okay, maybe not.
RPF
Paul Gross Arms Song by karlean7
gen G
Paul Gross Arms! \o/
What can I say?
I would like to see him do them
Every single day
And the Rest, as they say, is History by raina-at
AU Jared/Jensen NC-17
"Dog sitter?" Steve looks at Jensen as if he's lost his mind, which, admittedly, Jensen thinks, may not be altogether impossible.
"Yeah. Cozy job, good money, and I get to live in Jared Padalecki's pool house; ain't I the luckiest bastard ever lived?" Jensen drawls, taking the beer Steven hands him.
The Courtship of One Jared Padalecki or How Jensen Ackles Drives Men to Sexual Deviancy by notthequiettype
Jared/Jensen R
"See you in the morning."
Jared closes the door and practically smashes his face to the peephole. He watches Jensen's ass as he walks away. Even distorted by the peephole, it's perfect.
Jensen turns back twice and Jared holds his breath when he walks up to the door, knuckles poised to knock. Jared puts his hand on the door handle and waits, but Jensen shakes his head, mutters something to himself and walks away.
Jared groans, supremely disappointed.
At least he knows Jensen wanted coffee as bad as he did.
Liberation of Katie Holms (Or: How Kristen Bell and Jason Dohring Saved The World From Crazy Scientologists) by buffyx and missdeviant
Kristen Bell/Jason Dohring R
But then R.J., who does her makeup on Fridays, was all, “Oh my god, Kris, guess who asked me for your number last week. Just. GUESS. You will DIE until you are DEAD from it.”
And she was all, “Um… I don’t know,” and hoping this wasn’t a repeat of the nightmare she’d heard about Sophia Bush’s hair stylist writing her phone number on the bathroom wall of Troppo after being fired for botching a highlighting job.
When he told her who, exactly, it was, she didn’t die. But maybe she would’ve, if she’d known what was going to happen in the next forty-eight hours.
43 Degrees Celsius by brooklinegirl
Hugh/Molly/Callum NC-17
Hugh is all over the idea of girls who are into Callum. There is nothing about that that isn't hot. Chicks like that, who want to fuck Callum, that just shows they just appreciate Callum and how fucking hot he is. Hugh knows that; Hugh is right on top of that. So that's not a problem.
A Motherfucking Love Song (In Four Parts) by justbreathe80
Hugh/Callum NC-17
When he came down off the stage, Callum was waiting at the side, lighting a cigarette and grinning. Hugh wiped the sweat off his forehead and leaned against the wall next to him, grabbing his cigarette and taking a long, deep drag. God. His hands were fucking shaking, and Callum reached over to clasp Hugh’s wrist and steady him.
“Good show?” Callum asked, taking the cigarette back.
“Goddamn fucking great show.” He flailed his hand out and Callum was right there, putting the cigarette in Hugh’s fingers.
untitled genderfuck! with Canadians! whoo! by izzybeth and its sequel Just Like that Old Time Religion by lovelokest
Molly/girl!Callum PG and Hugh/Molly/girl!Callum NC-17
Molly frowned. "I'm in Toronto."
"Yeah, me too." Callum rattled off the name of his hotel and the room number. "Just-- come here, okay?"
"You all right, Cal, you sound kind of... I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"
"Okay." The line disconnected with a click, and Molly frowned some more. Callum had sounded odd. Not how he usually sounded, and definitely not how he ever sounded when they made plans to get together and fuck. He'd sounded scared. Or at least less laid back than usual. And higher pitched. Which was just weird.
Inch by Inch by brooklinegirl and justbreathe80
AU Hugh/Callum NC-17
Callum slid onto the bed beside him, right up close, real easy. This was the moment where Hugh always sort of felt like a high school girl on a first date. He was just staring down at Callum, who was giving him a small grin and stroking his cock, slowly, just getting ready. Hugh heard someone clear their throat, and then Billy was calling the take.
“You guys ready?” Billy called out, and Hugh just swallowed hard.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” Callum said, not breaking his eye contact with Hugh, his eyes blue and piercing. Fuck.
Hugh was so screwed.
Absolutely Faithless, Particularly Shameless by isiscolo
Callum/Molly Callum/Hugh NC-17
"Too bad," she says. "I bet you wish it hadn't been."
"For God's sake, he's married."
"So?" She slants another sultry look at him. "I figure you must be into guys now. Considering you haven't jumped me yet. You didn't used to be able to resist me." She wiggles her hips, grinning.
Freaky Fucking Friday by _unhurt_
Hugh/Callum NC-17
12 hours ago Callum woke up in Hugh's bed. 11 hours and 31 minutes ago Hugh woke up in Callum's bed. It took Callum exactly three minutes to work out where he was and seventeen more to figure out who he was, freak the fuck out and calm down enough to find the cordless phone, stab fruitlessly at the buttons until he realised it was out of charge, dig the cell phone out of Hugh's leather jacket and call his own home number. And call it again. And again.
Every Thursday When the Sun Goes Down by lordessrenegade
Hugh/Callum NC-17
"I'm busy," he calls. "Come back tomorrow."
There's a long pause. Then, "you having sex in there??"
Shit. Hugh. He wasn't supposed to get into town until Saturday.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, that's what I'm doing, Dillon, so fuck off."
He can hear Hugh chuckling through the wall. "No you're not. Open up."
Stargate
Lantis Journal by mklutz and ana_grrl
gen crack!fic PG
antisJournal stopped being a place for whining about coffee, complaints about going off-world, and laments about being unable to keep up with the details of the upcoming Transformers movie. Suddenly the military personnel were starting up communities like offworld_survival and guns_and_me, and Rodney was just -
Lurking. He was lurking. He was reading the posts from P90AOK and taptapboom, and wanting to leave scathing responses.
The Penn Spy Credo by paian
Jack/Daniel NC-17
"What are you doing right now?"
"I'm lying in my bed, in thisfuckinghouseyoumademerent, talking on the phone with you."
"So your hands are free."
"Um, yes."
"Where are they?"
"At the ends of my arms."
Slings and Arrows
The Story of Kate and Jack (There is Life After Canada) by sathinks
Kate/Jack PG
They went to Los Angeles. It wasn’t a place Kate expected to like; in fact, she thought she’d hate it, that her pale skin would burn and peel in the California sun and she’d spend all her time in Jack’s modest estate in the hills, never venturing outside into the harsh, critical world of the LA scene.
She was wrong.
Outrageous Fortune by corrina-5
Kate/Jack PG
"You must be Kate! We're going to have so much fun."
"We are?" said Kate.
"Of course we are! You're super-cute. People are going to be falling all over themselves for you, just you wait. OK? First, we're gonna have to get you some headshots."
"Oh, I have headshots."
"Canadian headshots. We'll get you some real ones."
O Lamentable Day by fromthesabrary
sorta Darren/Geoffrey, mostly gen PG
"I schooled with a certain director of some renown," Darren Nichols tells his cast, on the first day of rehearsal for the season's big show. "For propriety's sake, I shan't say who, but if you know your Canadian theater scene, as of course you do, it won't be my fault if you recognize a few infamous details."
His Jenny Anydots snickers.
Make Me a Willow Cabin by brynnmck
Ellen/Geoffrey PG-13
"Geoffrey, my room is down the hall from the kitchen, and Ellen is in there doing God knows what, and if her understudy wasn't so awful I swear to God…"
"Ellen? Is in the kitchen?" Maybe he was still asleep after all.
And for your vid rec of the day, I give to you One Way or Another by charmax. By the end of VM I was sick of the show and saddened by how far that it had gone downhill. But this is just fun and joyful and reminded me why I enjoyed the show in the first place! Episodic of Clash of the Tritons.
OC
Call of the Wild by misspamela
Seth/Ryan NC-17
Ryan stuck his head out of the tent. "I thought you went home with Marissa."
"Yeah, well, I thought that you might want, um, I don't know. Company. Or something. I couldn't sleep."
Boys are Pretty by romanticalgirl
Seth/Ryan NC-17
Of course, he’s pretty sure that he’s gay. Or bi-sexual at the very least, which is kind of a mutation and would be a hell of a lot hotter if he wasn’t just kissing two very hot, very frisky women who wanted to be with Seth Cohen, but at least one guy who wanted to be with Seth Cohen.
Well, not at least one guy. Just one guy.
Fuck.
Telegraph Avenue by hackthis
Seth/Ryan NC-17
If Seth were going to be honest about it, which really didn’t happen that often because it was hard to convince other people when he didn’t believe himself, he’d always thought that his crush on Ryan was a one-person thing. Not that he’d thought he was the only person who had a crush on Ryan, more that he’d figured that apart from crushing on Ryan, he was completely straight.
Until Seth met Jamie and his hetero world did a 180.
"H" Is for "Houdini," and also "Handcuffs" by serialkarma
Seth/Ryan NC-17
The situation was getting desperate. Ryan would be done with his shower soon. Very soon, and Seth *really* didn't want to be caught handcuffed to his bed in his pajamas. Not that it didn't bring up some interesting possibilities that he'd be all for exploring--some other time. But today he had a french quiz in half an hour, and besides, there had to be a better way to express his desire to explore other, kinkier aspects of their relationship.
Okay, maybe not.
RPF
Paul Gross Arms Song by karlean7
gen G
Paul Gross Arms! \o/
What can I say?
I would like to see him do them
Every single day
And the Rest, as they say, is History by raina-at
AU Jared/Jensen NC-17
"Dog sitter?" Steve looks at Jensen as if he's lost his mind, which, admittedly, Jensen thinks, may not be altogether impossible.
"Yeah. Cozy job, good money, and I get to live in Jared Padalecki's pool house; ain't I the luckiest bastard ever lived?" Jensen drawls, taking the beer Steven hands him.
The Courtship of One Jared Padalecki or How Jensen Ackles Drives Men to Sexual Deviancy by notthequiettype
Jared/Jensen R
"See you in the morning."
Jared closes the door and practically smashes his face to the peephole. He watches Jensen's ass as he walks away. Even distorted by the peephole, it's perfect.
Jensen turns back twice and Jared holds his breath when he walks up to the door, knuckles poised to knock. Jared puts his hand on the door handle and waits, but Jensen shakes his head, mutters something to himself and walks away.
Jared groans, supremely disappointed.
At least he knows Jensen wanted coffee as bad as he did.
Liberation of Katie Holms (Or: How Kristen Bell and Jason Dohring Saved The World From Crazy Scientologists) by buffyx and missdeviant
Kristen Bell/Jason Dohring R
But then R.J., who does her makeup on Fridays, was all, “Oh my god, Kris, guess who asked me for your number last week. Just. GUESS. You will DIE until you are DEAD from it.”
And she was all, “Um… I don’t know,” and hoping this wasn’t a repeat of the nightmare she’d heard about Sophia Bush’s hair stylist writing her phone number on the bathroom wall of Troppo after being fired for botching a highlighting job.
When he told her who, exactly, it was, she didn’t die. But maybe she would’ve, if she’d known what was going to happen in the next forty-eight hours.
43 Degrees Celsius by brooklinegirl
Hugh/Molly/Callum NC-17
Hugh is all over the idea of girls who are into Callum. There is nothing about that that isn't hot. Chicks like that, who want to fuck Callum, that just shows they just appreciate Callum and how fucking hot he is. Hugh knows that; Hugh is right on top of that. So that's not a problem.
A Motherfucking Love Song (In Four Parts) by justbreathe80
Hugh/Callum NC-17
When he came down off the stage, Callum was waiting at the side, lighting a cigarette and grinning. Hugh wiped the sweat off his forehead and leaned against the wall next to him, grabbing his cigarette and taking a long, deep drag. God. His hands were fucking shaking, and Callum reached over to clasp Hugh’s wrist and steady him.
“Good show?” Callum asked, taking the cigarette back.
“Goddamn fucking great show.” He flailed his hand out and Callum was right there, putting the cigarette in Hugh’s fingers.
untitled genderfuck! with Canadians! whoo! by izzybeth and its sequel Just Like that Old Time Religion by lovelokest
Molly/girl!Callum PG and Hugh/Molly/girl!Callum NC-17
Molly frowned. "I'm in Toronto."
"Yeah, me too." Callum rattled off the name of his hotel and the room number. "Just-- come here, okay?"
"You all right, Cal, you sound kind of... I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"
"Okay." The line disconnected with a click, and Molly frowned some more. Callum had sounded odd. Not how he usually sounded, and definitely not how he ever sounded when they made plans to get together and fuck. He'd sounded scared. Or at least less laid back than usual. And higher pitched. Which was just weird.
Inch by Inch by brooklinegirl and justbreathe80
AU Hugh/Callum NC-17
Callum slid onto the bed beside him, right up close, real easy. This was the moment where Hugh always sort of felt like a high school girl on a first date. He was just staring down at Callum, who was giving him a small grin and stroking his cock, slowly, just getting ready. Hugh heard someone clear their throat, and then Billy was calling the take.
“You guys ready?” Billy called out, and Hugh just swallowed hard.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” Callum said, not breaking his eye contact with Hugh, his eyes blue and piercing. Fuck.
Hugh was so screwed.
Absolutely Faithless, Particularly Shameless by isiscolo
Callum/Molly Callum/Hugh NC-17
"Too bad," she says. "I bet you wish it hadn't been."
"For God's sake, he's married."
"So?" She slants another sultry look at him. "I figure you must be into guys now. Considering you haven't jumped me yet. You didn't used to be able to resist me." She wiggles her hips, grinning.
Freaky Fucking Friday by _unhurt_
Hugh/Callum NC-17
12 hours ago Callum woke up in Hugh's bed. 11 hours and 31 minutes ago Hugh woke up in Callum's bed. It took Callum exactly three minutes to work out where he was and seventeen more to figure out who he was, freak the fuck out and calm down enough to find the cordless phone, stab fruitlessly at the buttons until he realised it was out of charge, dig the cell phone out of Hugh's leather jacket and call his own home number. And call it again. And again.
Every Thursday When the Sun Goes Down by lordessrenegade
Hugh/Callum NC-17
"I'm busy," he calls. "Come back tomorrow."
There's a long pause. Then, "you having sex in there??"
Shit. Hugh. He wasn't supposed to get into town until Saturday.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, that's what I'm doing, Dillon, so fuck off."
He can hear Hugh chuckling through the wall. "No you're not. Open up."
Stargate
Lantis Journal by mklutz and ana_grrl
gen crack!fic PG
antisJournal stopped being a place for whining about coffee, complaints about going off-world, and laments about being unable to keep up with the details of the upcoming Transformers movie. Suddenly the military personnel were starting up communities like offworld_survival and guns_and_me, and Rodney was just -
Lurking. He was lurking. He was reading the posts from P90AOK and taptapboom, and wanting to leave scathing responses.
The Penn Spy Credo by paian
Jack/Daniel NC-17
"What are you doing right now?"
"I'm lying in my bed, in thisfuckinghouseyoumademerent, talking on the phone with you."
"So your hands are free."
"Um, yes."
"Where are they?"
"At the ends of my arms."
Slings and Arrows
The Story of Kate and Jack (There is Life After Canada) by sathinks
Kate/Jack PG
They went to Los Angeles. It wasn’t a place Kate expected to like; in fact, she thought she’d hate it, that her pale skin would burn and peel in the California sun and she’d spend all her time in Jack’s modest estate in the hills, never venturing outside into the harsh, critical world of the LA scene.
She was wrong.
Outrageous Fortune by corrina-5
Kate/Jack PG
"You must be Kate! We're going to have so much fun."
"We are?" said Kate.
"Of course we are! You're super-cute. People are going to be falling all over themselves for you, just you wait. OK? First, we're gonna have to get you some headshots."
"Oh, I have headshots."
"Canadian headshots. We'll get you some real ones."
O Lamentable Day by fromthesabrary
sorta Darren/Geoffrey, mostly gen PG
"I schooled with a certain director of some renown," Darren Nichols tells his cast, on the first day of rehearsal for the season's big show. "For propriety's sake, I shan't say who, but if you know your Canadian theater scene, as of course you do, it won't be my fault if you recognize a few infamous details."
His Jenny Anydots snickers.
Make Me a Willow Cabin by brynnmck
Ellen/Geoffrey PG-13
"Geoffrey, my room is down the hall from the kitchen, and Ellen is in there doing God knows what, and if her understudy wasn't so awful I swear to God…"
"Ellen? Is in the kitchen?" Maybe he was still asleep after all.
And for your vid rec of the day, I give to you One Way or Another by charmax. By the end of VM I was sick of the show and saddened by how far that it had gone downhill. But this is just fun and joyful and reminded me why I enjoyed the show in the first place! Episodic of Clash of the Tritons.