Bending spoons

[resonant]

I was talking about a story I read once in which someone licked someone's eardrum. I said I was surprised that I hadn't seen that sort of thing in Night Vale fandom, where prehensile tongues aren't ruled out by canon. And king_touchy commented:

Oh god, just by writing that out you likely caused exactly that fic to spontaneously exist.

And, you know, it's probably true. Reality is malleable, and fandom doubly so. Who knows what I've let loose on the world with the power of my imagination!

With that in mind, let's try to use that power for good! With the power of my mind, I'm causing the following stories to burst spontaneously into existence:

1. A story in which, while two people are falling in love, one of them washes the other's hair.
   
   
2. A story in which one character says, "That feels so incredible. I don't even know what you're doing to me," and the other one tells him.
   
   
3. A story with the line: "No. I don't want you to have what you want. What you want is to be safe from me."
   
   
4. A story where a buttoned-up character only lets his emotions out when the other one can't respond -- say, talking into a hidden earpiece during a stakeout.
   
   
5. A story where two people with an intense and difficult relationship go fishing together, sitting back-to-back on a cooler.
   
   
6. A kiss in a kitchen.

Comments

Hair washing

[dorothy1901]

A story in which, while two people are falling in love, one of them washes the other's hair.

And Then Some, by Loch Ness. Highlander, Duncan/Methos. It's a small hurt/comfort scene in a long, plotty story.

He pushed the door open. The Scot was
sitting in the tub, naked and leaning against the side of the bathtub
as if he badly needed the support to stay upright. He was so pale the
black beard on his face looked like ink against white paper, and his
long hair had become impossibly matted. His clothes lay discarded in a
pile under the sink.

"Go away," he said again. With effort, he turned his head so he faced
away from Methos, the gesture suggesting that the next time he looked
around, he had damn well better be alone. Then he tried to raise his
arm to pour water over his hair from a small bucket and bit his lip in
pain.

Methos knew he was swallowing another groan. He walked over to the tub.
At most MacLeod could only threaten to kill him--the Scot was in no
condition to do him permanent damage, no matter how much he might want
to. "Let me help you," Methos said quietly.

MacLeod jerked away and nearly fell over. "Get away from me, damn you,"
he grated out.

Methos forced his tone low, gentle. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you.
I'm not going to try to fuck you, and I swear I'll never tell a soul
you let me touch you."

MacLeod was still looking away, his jaw clenched in stubborn
resistance.

"Duncan," he said, using the highlander's given name to get his
attention. It worked--surprised, MacLeod looked up.

"It'll be all right," Methos murmured. "I'm just going to wash your
hair for you, and then help you into bed and let you die in peace."

The Scot turned his head away again and closed his eyes, defeated. Then
he let go of the bucket so Methos could take hold of it.

It's on the Wayback Machine.
And Then Some by Loch Ness, Part 1
And Then Some by Loch Ness, Part 2
And Then Some by Loch Ness, Part 3

Re: Hair washing

[resonant]

That's very nice! I don't know that I've ever read a story where the washee resisted like that -- mostly they're like, "Oh, yes, please."

Re: Hair washing

[dorothy1901]

They're having Trust Issues. Having Trust Issues is how you can tell it's Methos/MacLeod.

ETA: That snippet is just the beginning of the scene. It goes on for another thousand words or so. The scene is in the third link.