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Jan. 5th, 2006
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Wedding (Wicked- Elphaba/Glinda, PG-15)
Jan. 5th, 2006 01:04 amWedding
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
This person just randomly Yahoo IM'd me at 2:30 in the morning. Fucking troll. He's just ignoring me now. I'm going to email the mod of the group he got my name from, report that he's harassing people.
Notice the horrible grammar, spelling, and utter lack of punctuation. Honestly, I'm glad this person is not a writer.
jeremycrawfordj2000: hello.
CrashCart9: Who is this?
jeremycrawfordj2000: jeremy crawford i was just wondering if you write fanfiction.
CrashCart9: I surmised that you were Jeremy Crawford from your user name. I was really wondering more how you got my name.
jeremycrawfordj2000: SlashOnTheStarshipEnterprise group.
CrashCart9: Ahh. Yes, I do write fanfiction from time to time, but nothing regularly and rarely Star Trek anymore.
jeremycrawfordj2000: what do you write.
CrashCart9: House, MD mostly. All my stuff is femslash.
jeremycrawfordj2000: i was looking for soemone to write a fic.
CrashCart9: Ahh. Sorry, but not going to be me. I've got so much I've started and not finished I can't really afford to take on another. Plus, honestly, I'm not very good. Everything I write is basically to improve my skills.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please i can't find no one to write a fic.
CrashCart9: Write it yourself. That's how I got started writing; there were no stories in my chosen pairing in a fandom, so I had to make do with whatever I could write myself.
jeremycrawfordj2000: i aqm not a writer i am a reader.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please i am begging you.
CrashCart9: I was a reader too. Everyone's a reader until they're not. Try it.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please will you do it.
jeremycrawfordj2000: pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
CrashCart9: You haven't even given me any specifics. What kind of story? I don't write anything longer than a page or so, and I may not like the pairing or idea you desire.
jeremycrawfordj2000: a joyce/tara nc-17 fic from buffy.
CrashCart9: Okay, so let's go through the reasons I won't write this. A: I don't do nc-17 B: I've never written Buffy C: When I do read Buffy, it's a few choice pairings, none of which is this D: I don't even know who the character Joyce is
CrashCart9: You got my name from Slash on the Starship Enterprise. What makes you think I'd have any interest in doing a Buffy fic?
jeremycrawfordj2000: ASSHOLE YOU ARE A LYING BITCH YOU L-)
CrashCart9: Okay, now you're just pissing me off. I have not lied to you. I have never written an NC-17 fic. I have never watched Buffy. I have never written Buffy. Any Buffy experience I have is from reading fics my friend Katie has sent along to me. Most of which are Buffy/Willow. I've never heard of Joyce.
CrashCart9: You approach me with some random request, begging me to write a story for you, and I try to be as polite as I can and say no, and you curse at me.
CrashCart9: I will warn you now that I am going to report you to the mod/s of Slashonthestarshipenterprise, and tell them that you are harassing people whose names are on that list.
CrashCart9: With Livejournal and Yahoo groups combined, I'm in about 70 different groups. If you contact me again, I will post your name on all my groups under the heading TROLL.
I'm now going to have to stay up even later, as it's already 2:38 because I haven't done my math homework (back to school and on the first day!) and I need to get this loser kicked off the list. If I wait, I'll forget.
Notice the horrible grammar, spelling, and utter lack of punctuation. Honestly, I'm glad this person is not a writer.
jeremycrawfordj2000: hello.
CrashCart9: Who is this?
jeremycrawfordj2000: jeremy crawford i was just wondering if you write fanfiction.
CrashCart9: I surmised that you were Jeremy Crawford from your user name. I was really wondering more how you got my name.
jeremycrawfordj2000: SlashOnTheStarshipEnterprise group.
CrashCart9: Ahh. Yes, I do write fanfiction from time to time, but nothing regularly and rarely Star Trek anymore.
jeremycrawfordj2000: what do you write.
CrashCart9: House, MD mostly. All my stuff is femslash.
jeremycrawfordj2000: i was looking for soemone to write a fic.
CrashCart9: Ahh. Sorry, but not going to be me. I've got so much I've started and not finished I can't really afford to take on another. Plus, honestly, I'm not very good. Everything I write is basically to improve my skills.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please i can't find no one to write a fic.
CrashCart9: Write it yourself. That's how I got started writing; there were no stories in my chosen pairing in a fandom, so I had to make do with whatever I could write myself.
jeremycrawfordj2000: i aqm not a writer i am a reader.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please i am begging you.
CrashCart9: I was a reader too. Everyone's a reader until they're not. Try it.
jeremycrawfordj2000: please will you do it.
jeremycrawfordj2000: pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
CrashCart9: You haven't even given me any specifics. What kind of story? I don't write anything longer than a page or so, and I may not like the pairing or idea you desire.
jeremycrawfordj2000: a joyce/tara nc-17 fic from buffy.
CrashCart9: Okay, so let's go through the reasons I won't write this. A: I don't do nc-17 B: I've never written Buffy C: When I do read Buffy, it's a few choice pairings, none of which is this D: I don't even know who the character Joyce is
CrashCart9: You got my name from Slash on the Starship Enterprise. What makes you think I'd have any interest in doing a Buffy fic?
jeremycrawfordj2000: ASSHOLE YOU ARE A LYING BITCH YOU L-)
CrashCart9: Okay, now you're just pissing me off. I have not lied to you. I have never written an NC-17 fic. I have never watched Buffy. I have never written Buffy. Any Buffy experience I have is from reading fics my friend Katie has sent along to me. Most of which are Buffy/Willow. I've never heard of Joyce.
CrashCart9: You approach me with some random request, begging me to write a story for you, and I try to be as polite as I can and say no, and you curse at me.
CrashCart9: I will warn you now that I am going to report you to the mod/s of Slashonthestarshipenterprise, and tell them that you are harassing people whose names are on that list.
CrashCart9: With Livejournal and Yahoo groups combined, I'm in about 70 different groups. If you contact me again, I will post your name on all my groups under the heading TROLL.
I'm now going to have to stay up even later, as it's already 2:38 because I haven't done my math homework (back to school and on the first day!) and I need to get this loser kicked off the list. If I wait, I'll forget.
Letter to Mod of group.
Jan. 5th, 2006 03:11 amThe email I wrote to one of the SlashontheStarshipEnterprise mods.
Hello. I am a member of the SotSE group that you (as reported by the listing on Yahoo Groups) are one of the moderators of. I normally would not make any such request, but it seems that one of the other group members has taken my name and instant messenger ID from the list and is using it to harass me.
Today, January 3rd, at 2:18am (Central Time), Jeremycrawfordj2000 opened an instant messenger conversation with me. I did not know who this person was, and quickly realized that I didn't want to know. He pestered me to write a fic for him, without giving any further information and resisting my attempts to turn him down. Only after due prompting did he finally tell me that he wanted someone to write "a joyce/tara nc-17 fic from buffy." I explained that I did not participate in that pairing/fandom, and that it was inappropriate to ask me to write a Buffy fic when he found me on a Star Trek list. He then cursed at me (rather foully), calling me (in more and cruder words) a liar. I explained again that I did not write NC-17 fanfiction, that I did not know the characters he was asking me to write about, and that all in all, I had no desire to write a fanfic for him. The cursing message was the last I have heard from him.
Again, I wouldn't normally ask this, but I feel that JeremyCrawfordJ2000 is using the SlashOnTheStarshipEnterprise group inappropriately. I am concerned that he may attempt to utilize the list for this purpose again, and I sincerely do not want any members leaving your group only for the purpose of avoiding this individual's harassment. I am curious as to whether anyone else has reported trouble with this person, as it seems he randomly picked my name from the roster, seeing as I have never posted on the group. I suggest that you (or another mod, I'm unsure as to whom I should be addressing this to) talk to this person, attempt to explain as I did that this is an improper use of the group. If this does not work, I ask that you ban him from the group.
If you would like, I do have the transcript of the IM session (as my computer automatically saves them) for your perusal. If I am addressing this to the wrong person, I ask that you tell me whom this should be sent to so I may attempt to clear this up in a timely matter.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com
See, all business like and pretty. I spent from my last post until now on it, (instead of sleeping) so it'd better be good.
CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com
See, all business like and pretty. I spent from my last post until now on it, (instead of sleeping) so it'd better be good.