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wl_fanfictionTitle: The Letters F, L, M, N, S. (It's a little hard to spell Flamin Homos with the double O)
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Ry/Col Jeff/?(Greg!)
Summary: Letters! Mush! Biography! Yay! :D
Author's notes: Please don't let me get slack on these *chants*
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You see the pitter-patter
Of all the things unfathomed
If it’s not right don't matter
Give me familiar patterns
- The Familiar, Faker
They were lying on their stomachs, watching the rain spatter across the tiles outside and across the windows themselves, sliding down the glass and catching the soft glow of the candles, throwing small fragments of light across it’s crystalline surface. Lightning cracked across the sky and for a brief moment illuminated the outside.
They discovered the joys of pressing their hands against the glass; cool against their palms before they snatched them back and watched their prints disappear. They traced the raindrops with their eyes, watching with fascination as they hit the ground.
Their breath steamed across the glass and they shoved each other casually, drawing patterns with clumsy fingers, grinning when they got a little too adventurous and wiped out the others.
They continued to toy with the window as the gentle luminescence of the candle flickered and bobbed almost in time and the world went unnoticed around them.
----
If I could talk I’d tell you
If I could smile I’d let you know
You are far and away,
My most imaginary friend
- If I Could Talk I’d Tell You, Lemonheads
“Hey, hey Ryan, c’mon.”
“I’m coming. I’m not nearly are short as you are Col.”
“Yeah well this is important. You need to hurry. C’mon!”
“Alright. What’s so important anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
Twigs snapped underfoot as they moved steadily through the underbrush, the path an overgrown track recently discovered by Colin who was practically bouncing with boyish enthusiasm as they carefully made their way down the hill.
The trail petered out as the pathway widened in a soft circle of grass, the sun peeking almost shyly through the leaves.
“So what did you want to show me?”
“This. Isn’t it pretty?”
Ryan glanced up at the birds, listening to the gentle tunes they sang out in some sort of broken harmony before his gaze swept towards the grass where the shadows played when the breeze blew. Finally he glanced up at Colin and gave him the smile Colin thought a best friend should always use.
“You going to bring all your girls here Col?”
“Just you Ryan. Always. You’re my best friend after all.”
And Ryan smiled once again, settling his frame onto the grass.
If Colin didn’t notice the way the sun simply shone through Ryan’s skin and that he cast no shadow, it was entirely his choice.
---
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
- Sex & Candy, Marcy Playground
Colin paused in the doorway to his bedroom, quirking an eyebrow upwards when he spotted Ryan sitting casually on the bedspread, hands bunched in the soft blue quilt.
“Can I help you?” Colin enquired politely, allowing himself a small smile when he realised his voice didn’t waver. He stepped into the room and approached the bed. Dropping gracefully between Ryan’s spread legs, his hands skimmed along Ryan’s clothed thighs. Colin’s eyes followed their movement before glancing coyly at Ryan, answering his smirk by merely raising an eyebrow.
Ryan’s answer was lost in their lips meeting.
Colin decides that Ryan tastes like strawberries and the most sinfully delicious chocolate ever made.
It would certainly explain why he can’t get enough of it.
---
If I had some more time to spend
Then I guess I’d be with you my friend
If I needed someone
- If I Needed Someone, Nellie McKay (Beatles Cover)
The television was muted, images flickering across the screen in bright, in-your-face colours advertising an assortment of different products.
There was a gentle snore from the couch, and Colin shifted restlessly within Ryan’s grasp, pillowing his head against Ryan’s chest and snuffling softly into the hard muscle.
Ryan let out a quiet huff of scattered sleep laughter and wound his arms tighter around Colin, slipping backwards into the dark recesses of the sofa. His nose brushed along the top of Colin’s head, the low sound of pleasure it drew from the back of his throat intruding on his dream.
One leg shifted and wormed in between Colin’s before Ryan settled down again.
The gentle snores started again and peace had once again been restored.
---
Together again like the beginning
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did the things you hide
For the record it's between you and I
- Barely Legal, Strokes
“You know in Canada the age of consent is fourteen.”
“Interesting, but really necessary right now?”
“You know most people assume that the age of consent is 18? And that apparently for gays and lesbians that it’s 21? What’s with the 3 year difference?”
“How the hell should I know.”
“It matters.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Say it does or I won’t blow you.”
“Jeff!”
“I’m serious.”
“Why does it matter?”
“It’s important. People are stupid and misguided and I wanted to make sure that you knew.”
“You’re twenty-five, Jeff. When you were fourteen I was double your age. Literally.”
“And your point?”
“… nothing. Go to sleep.”
“But-“
“Sleep Jeff. Now.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Then what?”
“I can think of something.”
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Ry/Col Jeff/?(Greg!)
Summary: Letters! Mush! Biography! Yay! :D
Author's notes: Please don't let me get slack on these *chants*
--
You see the pitter-patter
Of all the things unfathomed
If it’s not right don't matter
Give me familiar patterns
- The Familiar, Faker
They were lying on their stomachs, watching the rain spatter across the tiles outside and across the windows themselves, sliding down the glass and catching the soft glow of the candles, throwing small fragments of light across it’s crystalline surface. Lightning cracked across the sky and for a brief moment illuminated the outside.
They discovered the joys of pressing their hands against the glass; cool against their palms before they snatched them back and watched their prints disappear. They traced the raindrops with their eyes, watching with fascination as they hit the ground.
Their breath steamed across the glass and they shoved each other casually, drawing patterns with clumsy fingers, grinning when they got a little too adventurous and wiped out the others.
They continued to toy with the window as the gentle luminescence of the candle flickered and bobbed almost in time and the world went unnoticed around them.
----
If I could talk I’d tell you
If I could smile I’d let you know
You are far and away,
My most imaginary friend
- If I Could Talk I’d Tell You, Lemonheads
“Hey, hey Ryan, c’mon.”
“I’m coming. I’m not nearly are short as you are Col.”
“Yeah well this is important. You need to hurry. C’mon!”
“Alright. What’s so important anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
Twigs snapped underfoot as they moved steadily through the underbrush, the path an overgrown track recently discovered by Colin who was practically bouncing with boyish enthusiasm as they carefully made their way down the hill.
The trail petered out as the pathway widened in a soft circle of grass, the sun peeking almost shyly through the leaves.
“So what did you want to show me?”
“This. Isn’t it pretty?”
Ryan glanced up at the birds, listening to the gentle tunes they sang out in some sort of broken harmony before his gaze swept towards the grass where the shadows played when the breeze blew. Finally he glanced up at Colin and gave him the smile Colin thought a best friend should always use.
“You going to bring all your girls here Col?”
“Just you Ryan. Always. You’re my best friend after all.”
And Ryan smiled once again, settling his frame onto the grass.
If Colin didn’t notice the way the sun simply shone through Ryan’s skin and that he cast no shadow, it was entirely his choice.
---
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
- Sex & Candy, Marcy Playground
Colin paused in the doorway to his bedroom, quirking an eyebrow upwards when he spotted Ryan sitting casually on the bedspread, hands bunched in the soft blue quilt.
“Can I help you?” Colin enquired politely, allowing himself a small smile when he realised his voice didn’t waver. He stepped into the room and approached the bed. Dropping gracefully between Ryan’s spread legs, his hands skimmed along Ryan’s clothed thighs. Colin’s eyes followed their movement before glancing coyly at Ryan, answering his smirk by merely raising an eyebrow.
Ryan’s answer was lost in their lips meeting.
Colin decides that Ryan tastes like strawberries and the most sinfully delicious chocolate ever made.
It would certainly explain why he can’t get enough of it.
---
If I had some more time to spend
Then I guess I’d be with you my friend
If I needed someone
- If I Needed Someone, Nellie McKay (Beatles Cover)
The television was muted, images flickering across the screen in bright, in-your-face colours advertising an assortment of different products.
There was a gentle snore from the couch, and Colin shifted restlessly within Ryan’s grasp, pillowing his head against Ryan’s chest and snuffling softly into the hard muscle.
Ryan let out a quiet huff of scattered sleep laughter and wound his arms tighter around Colin, slipping backwards into the dark recesses of the sofa. His nose brushed along the top of Colin’s head, the low sound of pleasure it drew from the back of his throat intruding on his dream.
One leg shifted and wormed in between Colin’s before Ryan settled down again.
The gentle snores started again and peace had once again been restored.
---
Together again like the beginning
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did the things you hide
For the record it's between you and I
- Barely Legal, Strokes
“You know in Canada the age of consent is fourteen.”
“Interesting, but really necessary right now?”
“You know most people assume that the age of consent is 18? And that apparently for gays and lesbians that it’s 21? What’s with the 3 year difference?”
“How the hell should I know.”
“It matters.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Say it does or I won’t blow you.”
“Jeff!”
“I’m serious.”
“Why does it matter?”
“It’s important. People are stupid and misguided and I wanted to make sure that you knew.”
“You’re twenty-five, Jeff. When you were fourteen I was double your age. Literally.”
“And your point?”
“… nothing. Go to sleep.”
“But-“
“Sleep Jeff. Now.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Then what?”
“I can think of something.”
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Date: 2007-03-04 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-06 04:38 am (UTC)You better comment or I'll take your ass down ;P
Inofrmation is stored away for next time though, my sincerest apologies fair lady :D
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Date: 2007-03-04 01:53 pm (UTC)And ghosty Ryan was probably my favourite one. I have a slight weakness for the not letting go after death thing.
Adore the conversation between Greg and Jeff too lol.
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Date: 2007-03-05 06:40 am (UTC)Mwahaha. I was totally hanging out for your comments cos you're the best :P
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Date: 2007-03-06 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-07 04:18 am (UTC)And me and one of my cousins like BONDED. And now we're keeping up with each other :P
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 06:44 am (UTC)So I have to ask, when are you putting a WL fic up? :P
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Date: 2007-03-05 08:59 pm (UTC)being a fangirl for talented writers like yourself is vair vair time-consuming already 8D ♥
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Date: 2007-03-06 04:39 am (UTC)So how come I never heard that announcement. *dramatic sigh* You people, always keeping me out of the loop.
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Date: 2007-03-06 08:06 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2007-03-04 05:19 pm (UTC)Aw, lovely. :>) So this is a series, or going to be?
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Date: 2007-03-05 06:46 am (UTC)So I'm hoping to eventually get the Mush A-Z Artist Set done xD
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:13 am (UTC)This whole thing was absolutely lovely!
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Date: 2007-03-05 06:47 am (UTC)Mwaha. There's nothing better then Greg/Jeff conversation cos it's always gonna end up being slightly dirty :D
These are beautiful!
Date: 2007-03-05 03:55 pm (UTC)Re-reading the second one gave me kind of an ethereal feeling. You write imaginary friends quite well. I'd like that one turned into a longer story:)
Third one: MEOW!
4th one: I love the peaceful snoozing images going through my head...how Adorably MUSHY!
And I agree with you about the Greg/Jeff conver...who's corrupting whom? It always seems that if Greg is going to be the bad boy, but Jeff seems to be full on Flirt and gives Greg an opportunity for the double-take.
Very nice work!!!!
Re: These are beautiful!
Date: 2007-03-06 04:40 am (UTC)Re: These are beautiful!
Date: 2007-03-06 04:48 am (UTC)Okie Okie...take your time...the best magic isn't forced, it comes naturally!!!
*paces her palace impatiently*