Author has written 13 stories for Scrubs, Brokeback Mountain, Dead Poets Society, House, M.D., and Office.
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(Okay, I'm done with lame references now.)
Allow me to introduce myself.
Name: For all intents and purposes, you may call me JD.
Fandoms: Scrubs, Brokeback Mountain, House, Dead Poets Society, and The Office.
Shippings I Write: Jelliot, Janitor/Lady, JDox, Turk/Carla, Carla/Perry, Jack/Ennis, Hilson, Neil/Todd, Charlie/Todd, and Dwight/Michael.
Shippings I Read/Shippings I Might Write In The Future: Janitor/Elliot, JD/Turk, Perry/Janitor, House/Chase, Wilson/Chase, Michael/Holly, Dwight/Angela, Jim/Dwight, and just about any Dead Poets Society slash pairing that you can think of. Excluding Cameron, Nolan, and Mr. Perry, of course. They're yucky.
Reviews: I am a shameless review whore, and have been known to offer a multitude of prizes in exchange for feedback. So if you ever review one of my stories, expect a flood of gratitude and a cyberhug. In return to the lovely fanfiction community, I try to review every story that I read and enjoy. I believe that any feedback is good feedback.
His Sunset Janitor/Lady. Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort. One-shot. Dark, angsty, but unique.
My Friday JDox. Romance/General. One-shot. Fluffy and meaningless, but surprisingly popular.
My Sex Buddy Too JDox. Romance/Humor. One-shot. Smexy, not smutty. (Gotta love fanfiction adjectives.)
Whispers and Kisses Neil/Todd. Hurt/Comfort/Romance. One-shot. Fluffy, but a little less meaningless.
The Vows of Jack Twist Jack/Ennis. Drama/Angst. One-shot. The story I'm proudest of.
Their Beginning JDox. Romance/Drama. Three-shot. By a long shot, my sappiest yet.
On Purpose Dwight/Michael. One-shot. Stream-of-consciousness drabble.
After the Snow Comes the Spring Charlie/Todd. Hurt/Comfort/Angst. One-shot. Slash if you've got your goggles on.
Two Halves Choxy. Hurt/Comfort/Angst. One-shot. Slash if you still haven't taken off your goggles. (Gosh, it's almost like there's a pattern forming here...)
Stories in Progress:
Stories in Progress:
My Diagnosis Jelliot. JDox Hurt/Comfort, no slash. 9/15 chapters complete. Quickly becoming my life's work... two years in the making.
The ABC's of Hilson Hilson. Romance/Humor. 7/26 chapters complete. Purely for the purpose of author-amusement, but might blossom into something more.
Handful of Words Neil/Todd. Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance. 3/5 chapters complete. Angsty, but ultimately heart-warming.
You've Got a Friend Jack/Ennis. Romance/Drama/Tradgedy. 3/30 chapters complete. An album fic (if such a thing exists) based on James Taylor: Live.
Stories Being Formulated:
(Note: As I watch and re-watch my favorite shows and movies, a multitude of random one-shot plotbunnies tend to pop into my head, which explains the following list.)
The Breakfast Club
A FutureFic about Claire and John. Romance/Family. One-shot.
Andy reflects on why he fell in love with Allison. Romance/Angst. One-shot.
Brian reflects on his odd-man-out status. Angst/Friendship. One-shot.
An AU fic where Alma and Lureen meet after Jack's death. Tragedy/Drama. One-shot.
Dead Poets Society
A deleted scene type of Choxy fic. Drama/Hurt/Comfort. One-shot.
An AU Charlie/Meeks fic. Humor/Romance. One-shot.
Mr. Perry's funeral after he follows in his son's footsteps. Angst/Tragedy. One-shot.
A stream-of-consciousness Hilson fic set after Wilson's Heart. Angst/Romance. One-shot.
An AU fic where Pam takes care of Jim at the basketball game. Hurt/Comfort/Romance. One-shot.
Danni's sweet sixteen, based on a quote from My Occurence (1x22). Humor/General. One-shot.
Dr. Cox reflects on JD's first day at the hospital. Angst/Romance. One-shot.
A tear-jerking FutureFic based on a quote from My Mentor (1x2). Angst/Tragedy. One-shot.
My Favorite Fanfiction Passages of All Time:
Ennis closed the gap between the two and wrapped Jack into his arms. They didn't say anything for a minute, just held each other and breathed the same air. Junior felt herself holding her own breath. They separated after a minute and Ennis reached a hand up to Jack's face, rubbing one thumb against his cheekbone. He said just one word, but the one word, and the emotion in his voice, made Junior's throat tighten.
"Darlin," he whispered. They walked into the house silently, but side by side, four shoulders squared and two minds working at what to say to Bobby.
Junior didn't move from her perch for a long time. In the last week, she had heard Ennis use the endearment several times, but only for his horses. The way he'd said it to Jack was so intimate, so personal, she felt guilty for hearing it. Ennis wasn't one for words, she knew. A part of her felt she had just stolen the most important one he had.
Todd is sitting cross-legged on his bed, cradling the hollow wood body of the acoustic to his chest with the same kind of revere and affection that a mother might show to a child. His head is bent and the fringe of his sandy bangs has fallen waywardly over his closed eyes, swaying in time with the subtle bobbing motion of his head. His fingers are tender and gentle as they caress the strings- similar, Neil realizes, to the way Todd caresses his skin- and the knowledge of that feeling causes a shiver of pleasure to run down his spine.
He's singing, and though Neil still can't make out the words over the strumming of the guitar, he's fallen in love with the song anyway. This is the most open Neil has ever seen him- utterly serene and peaceful; too wrapped up in his own little world to put his guard up or worry about being judged- and it's beautiful. Todd is beautiful.
Her blonde hair framed her bruised and blood-caked face. She raised an eyebrow, but she didn't smile. She saved the charm for Wilson. "I take it you haven't started planning the party yet?"
He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to her pulse-ox. Low. "No party, not for this."
"Suddenly, life and death are serious. Can't say I saw that coming." He deserved it, he took it. He wasn't in the business of making amends, but he'd come to do just that.
"You shouldn't have to die."...For love or vanity or the dozen stupid coincidences that had conspired to make this day the last day of her life.
Believe it or not, House, that isn't up to you." He turned his gaze back to her briefly; she wore a half-smile. Coupled with tears that made her eyes bright, she seemed younger and more full-of-life than she ever had. "You're still not God. Let it go."
Jack met his eyes. “Thing is that…yer bred inta my bones, Ennis. If I lost you, then all a you that’s inside me would jus turn ta ash n shrivel me up all cracked n parched like a dry riverbed.”
Ennis’s mouth twitched a bit. “Didn’t know you were no poet, bud.”
“Yeah well, roses are red, violets are blue and all that.”
James places his hands on House's cheeks and nods again, though they say nothing. He says nothing again when House falls asleep, soundly, small tears slipping underneath his lids and into James's palm, poised to catch them.
Carla never considered JD and Dr. Cox to be friends. Because they weren't.
She watched them move slowly through the lunch line, each grabbing various dishes without really looking at what they were. They were exhausted. Dark circles ringed their eyes and clashed awkwardly against pale skin.
Carla had heard about Toby, the little boy who'd been in the car accident. When his mother had learned her son's prognosis she'd insisted they take him off life support. Something about not wanting him to suffer. JD and Dr. Cox had sat with him until the end.
The two slid up to the cash register and handed their money over to a large man. Together they made their way to a table and sat. Carla followed them. She tried to speak soothing words, but neither seemed to listen as they poked and prodded their food with plastic utensils.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, JD leaned towards Dr. Cox until their shoulders rested against one another. Carla watched. Lunch continued in silence.
Todd knows if they were alone Neil would kiss him then, his right hand curved around the back of his skull to protect it from the ground, and the absolute certainty of that knowledge is more fulfilling than any kiss could be.
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