Ficlet requests fulfilled (finally)!
Jun. 23rd, 2008 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
untappedbeautyA while back, I asked for prompts. I already posted ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rossetti's request for stoned/morning sex Spencer/Ryan here, and airgiodslv's prompt is gonna get its own post, too, in just a minute, because it's porny and longer. So the common theme here is this: Ask for porn, and apparently you get at least 1,000 words because I'm easy like that. Ask for something fluffy and you get a couple hundred of ridiculous words in which nothing really happens. Uh, sorry for my biases? (I really like writing porn, whoops!)
SO. Little ficlets behind the cuts!
Forsaba1789: Bob/Spencer, chocolate
Note to Saba: I AM SO VERY SORRY, BECAUSE THIS IS A TOTAL CHEAT ON THE BOB/SPENCER FRONT. D: I can try to rewrite for you another time if you want? But, uh, I hope you like Brendon?
"Dude, I hate to tell you this, but that's a sucky Valentine's Day present. Especially for a first V-Day. Isn't that when you're both still supposed to be trying to impress each other?"
Brendon abandons the box of chocolates, but not before snatching another piece. "I mean, the box wasn't even sealed," he says, trying to peek over Spencer's shoulder to see the note. "What's it say? Why are you smiling? Is it mushy?"
He pops another piece of chocolate in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. "Hey, that was another caramel-filled one. Not that I'm complaining; caramel's great. But whatever happened to variety? I thought there weren't supposed to be repeats in samplers."
Brendon knocks the lid off and gives the heart-shaped box's contents a good, hard look. "These all look the same. Aren't they supposed to have different shapes for the different kinds of fillings?"
He picks up another piece and bites it in half after eyeing it suspiciously. "Hey! Caramel again! This box is defective. You should tell Bob his Valentine's Day gift is lame."
Finally, finally, Brendon shuts up long enough for Spencer to ask, "Are you done?"
Brendon blinks innocently and sneaks a hand down to steal two more chocolates. "Yeah," he says.
"Great," Spencer says. "Because it's not a gift for me. It's for you. He got Frank's help picking out all the other flavors and filled one box with the caramel ones since they're your favorite."
Brendon suddenly seems much happier. "Awww, really? That's sweet! What a great gift!" He puts the lid back on and clutches the box to his chest. "Tell him I love it!"
"I will do that," Spencer agrees. "But the gift comes on one condition."
Brendon gasps, face horrified. "Oh my god, is this him trying to butter me up for a threesome? Not that you're not both hot or anything, but dude. You're sort of like a brother."
Spencer makes a face. "No," he says vehemently. "All you have to do is go to Room 128 for the night and room with Ray so Bob can come here and we can use my bed for something better than sleeping."
"Pshhhh," Brendon says. "And Bob thought he had to bribe me for that. All he had to do was mention Ray's name."
Forum_nosrsly: Bob, Amy Winehouse and blushing
Note:um_nosrsly, I cheated (again), and you are free to throw things at me for this, okay?
Bob knows -- he does -- that Frankie's just doing it to be a little shit, but there's something in him that can't stay silent.
"Shut up," he growls. "She's talented, okay? She's probably just under a lot of pressure." He could trot out Gerard as an example of what people do when they're under pressure, but he wouldn't do that, and Frank's a bastard who knows it.
"You dig her hair, right? Beehives turn you on," Frank says, wiggling his eyebrows and "accidentally" elbowing Bob in the ribs as he plops down next to him on the couch.
Bob elbows Frank out of the way, then crosses his arms and glares. He knows it won't work -- it worked on the other guys the first month they knew him, but it never worked on Frank. Predictably, Frank keeps right on being an asshole.
"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no," Frank sings, off-key on purpose, Bob knows it.
Bob gives up and pushes up off the couch, throwing the Rolling Stone at Frank's head. Frank ducks, of course, and it misses him.
"Hey, no need to get violent," Frank says gleefully. He picks up the magazine and makes a show of smoothing the cover out. "How are you going to get it on the ceiling of your bunk to kiss her good night if you toss it around and rip it up?"
Bob doesn't justify that with an answer, just turns to go anywhere else, ducking his head to hide the blush that Frank would never let him live down. Frank doesn't need to know about the second copy Bob bought, just in case.
Forficsoreal: Ryan/Spencer, headbands
Spencer could do this part himself, but Ryan likes to do it, so Spencer lets him.
He holds his hair back while Ryan adjusts the strip of cloth across Spencer's forehead, leaning in close, breath ghosting across Spencer's cheek as he ties the headband in the back.
The first time they did this, Spencer had very nearly pointed out that if Ryan stood behind him and they were in front of a mirror, Ryan could do it easier, and without sometimes tying Spencer's hair in the cloth, pulling it uncomfortably. But that time, Ryan had finished tying it and pushed his fingers into Spencer's hair, tangling them in the strands at Spencer's nape, and he'd smiled at Spencer, their eyes linked, before Ryan leaned forward and kissed Spencer's forehead just below the headband.
He does it every time now, and Spencer's waiting for the time when Ryan's mouth won't press against his cheek, or his temple or chin or the smattering of freckles at the bridge of his nose, but will settle over Spencer's mouth and coax it open.
It's coming, and Spencer can be patient.
Forsparklewitch: Brendon/Spencer, belt buckle
Brendon likes his new belt buckle. It's ostentatious, he thinks, rolling the Ryan word around in his head. It's bright gold and shiny, like having a flashing sign pointing to his crotch, and that's pretty fucking awesome, not in the least because every time he wears it, he sees Spencer's gaze drop to it.
Of course, Brendon's surge of satisfaction is constantly cut short by Spencer's curled lip and protestations that Brendon need to "get rid of that belt" because "it's just tacky."
Brendon's pretty proud of himself every time he manages not to laugh and point out that about half the things they wear on any given day are tacky, and really, Spencers who wear headbands shouldn't throw stones.
He mostly manages to keep his mouth shut because he knows the quickest way to get into Spencer's pants is not by insulting him. So he smiles instead, and says nothing, but pushes his hips forward until light reflects off the buckle and Spencer's eyes drop again, and a faint flush colors Spencer's cheeks.
rossetti's request for stoned/morning sex Spencer/Ryan here, and airgiodslv's prompt is gonna get its own post, too, in just a minute, because it's porny and longer. So the common theme here is this: Ask for porn, and apparently you get at least 1,000 words because I'm easy like that. Ask for something fluffy and you get a couple hundred of ridiculous words in which nothing really happens. Uh, sorry for my biases? (I really like writing porn, whoops!)SO. Little ficlets behind the cuts!
For
saba1789: Bob/Spencer, chocolateNote to Saba: I AM SO VERY SORRY, BECAUSE THIS IS A TOTAL CHEAT ON THE BOB/SPENCER FRONT. D: I can try to rewrite for you another time if you want? But, uh, I hope you like Brendon?
"Dude, I hate to tell you this, but that's a sucky Valentine's Day present. Especially for a first V-Day. Isn't that when you're both still supposed to be trying to impress each other?"
Brendon abandons the box of chocolates, but not before snatching another piece. "I mean, the box wasn't even sealed," he says, trying to peek over Spencer's shoulder to see the note. "What's it say? Why are you smiling? Is it mushy?"
He pops another piece of chocolate in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. "Hey, that was another caramel-filled one. Not that I'm complaining; caramel's great. But whatever happened to variety? I thought there weren't supposed to be repeats in samplers."
Brendon knocks the lid off and gives the heart-shaped box's contents a good, hard look. "These all look the same. Aren't they supposed to have different shapes for the different kinds of fillings?"
He picks up another piece and bites it in half after eyeing it suspiciously. "Hey! Caramel again! This box is defective. You should tell Bob his Valentine's Day gift is lame."
Finally, finally, Brendon shuts up long enough for Spencer to ask, "Are you done?"
Brendon blinks innocently and sneaks a hand down to steal two more chocolates. "Yeah," he says.
"Great," Spencer says. "Because it's not a gift for me. It's for you. He got Frank's help picking out all the other flavors and filled one box with the caramel ones since they're your favorite."
Brendon suddenly seems much happier. "Awww, really? That's sweet! What a great gift!" He puts the lid back on and clutches the box to his chest. "Tell him I love it!"
"I will do that," Spencer agrees. "But the gift comes on one condition."
Brendon gasps, face horrified. "Oh my god, is this him trying to butter me up for a threesome? Not that you're not both hot or anything, but dude. You're sort of like a brother."
Spencer makes a face. "No," he says vehemently. "All you have to do is go to Room 128 for the night and room with Ray so Bob can come here and we can use my bed for something better than sleeping."
"Pshhhh," Brendon says. "And Bob thought he had to bribe me for that. All he had to do was mention Ray's name."
For
um_nosrsly: Bob, Amy Winehouse and blushingNote:
um_nosrsly, I cheated (again), and you are free to throw things at me for this, okay?Bob knows -- he does -- that Frankie's just doing it to be a little shit, but there's something in him that can't stay silent.
"Shut up," he growls. "She's talented, okay? She's probably just under a lot of pressure." He could trot out Gerard as an example of what people do when they're under pressure, but he wouldn't do that, and Frank's a bastard who knows it.
"You dig her hair, right? Beehives turn you on," Frank says, wiggling his eyebrows and "accidentally" elbowing Bob in the ribs as he plops down next to him on the couch.
Bob elbows Frank out of the way, then crosses his arms and glares. He knows it won't work -- it worked on the other guys the first month they knew him, but it never worked on Frank. Predictably, Frank keeps right on being an asshole.
"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no," Frank sings, off-key on purpose, Bob knows it.
Bob gives up and pushes up off the couch, throwing the Rolling Stone at Frank's head. Frank ducks, of course, and it misses him.
"Hey, no need to get violent," Frank says gleefully. He picks up the magazine and makes a show of smoothing the cover out. "How are you going to get it on the ceiling of your bunk to kiss her good night if you toss it around and rip it up?"
Bob doesn't justify that with an answer, just turns to go anywhere else, ducking his head to hide the blush that Frank would never let him live down. Frank doesn't need to know about the second copy Bob bought, just in case.
For
ficsoreal: Ryan/Spencer, headbandsSpencer could do this part himself, but Ryan likes to do it, so Spencer lets him.
He holds his hair back while Ryan adjusts the strip of cloth across Spencer's forehead, leaning in close, breath ghosting across Spencer's cheek as he ties the headband in the back.
The first time they did this, Spencer had very nearly pointed out that if Ryan stood behind him and they were in front of a mirror, Ryan could do it easier, and without sometimes tying Spencer's hair in the cloth, pulling it uncomfortably. But that time, Ryan had finished tying it and pushed his fingers into Spencer's hair, tangling them in the strands at Spencer's nape, and he'd smiled at Spencer, their eyes linked, before Ryan leaned forward and kissed Spencer's forehead just below the headband.
He does it every time now, and Spencer's waiting for the time when Ryan's mouth won't press against his cheek, or his temple or chin or the smattering of freckles at the bridge of his nose, but will settle over Spencer's mouth and coax it open.
It's coming, and Spencer can be patient.
For
sparklewitch: Brendon/Spencer, belt buckleBrendon likes his new belt buckle. It's ostentatious, he thinks, rolling the Ryan word around in his head. It's bright gold and shiny, like having a flashing sign pointing to his crotch, and that's pretty fucking awesome, not in the least because every time he wears it, he sees Spencer's gaze drop to it.
Of course, Brendon's surge of satisfaction is constantly cut short by Spencer's curled lip and protestations that Brendon need to "get rid of that belt" because "it's just tacky."
Brendon's pretty proud of himself every time he manages not to laugh and point out that about half the things they wear on any given day are tacky, and really, Spencers who wear headbands shouldn't throw stones.
He mostly manages to keep his mouth shut because he knows the quickest way to get into Spencer's pants is not by insulting him. So he smiles instead, and says nothing, but pushes his hips forward until light reflects off the buckle and Spencer's eyes drop again, and a faint flush colors Spencer's cheeks.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 08:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 03:22 am (UTC)which would make more sense if you were a rockstar and on a stage, but you catch my drift.
YOU ARE MY ROCKSTAR!!!
Oh man, seriously. This is absolutely delightful. Frank and Bob are spot on in this. Based on interview clips I could totally see this happening. BOB IS HOT FOR BEEHIVES OKAY. ALSADFSLH And OMG. He has a second copy that he doesn't tell Frankie about.
OMG I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!!
Edited to add - Okay. And now that I've read the others I can comment on them as well, because of course I'm selfish and immediately went for mine and then commented without even having read the others.
The first one: Brendon cracked me up here. This is actually how some of my students act when they've had chocolate. I love how he just keeps talking and talking and eating all the candy without letting Spencer get a word in edgewise. And then the last line. Priceless. I love it. You just know Brendon (with his hair-tugging tendencies and his canon dream of becoming a hairstylist and the pic of him sculping Spencer's hair), you just know he'd have a field day with Ray. And he'd have a total music geek crush on him, too. 'Cause Ray's older and can totally shred and Brendon has total hero worship. Adorable.
Okay and back to mine for a sec. You gave me kind of Frank/Bob, too! And I'm not sure if you know this but they're kind of my secret OTP. So it was an extra nice surprise! :D
The third one: Oh Spencer. Spencer, with your hair and your headband and your patience. And your freckles! *grabby hands* I liked this one because it allowed me to see where they're headed before I'm broadsided by the porn. (Which I would never, ever complain about, but sometimes it just nice to see the subtle build up to all the sexin'. Ya know?) I just really like that Spencer is completely aware of how he feels about Ryan, and he's willing to wait until Ryan realizes he feels the same way about Spencer. That he sees it coming and he's just gonna chill and let Ryan catch up with him. That's nice.
And the fourth one: Once again, you've written Brendon in such a way that while, yes, he might be a little obnoxious, he is not stupid and he's not 5 years old. This is kind of like the Spencer/Ryan one, only this time Brendon is waiting Spencer out. Although, maybe not quite as patiently. hehe I love that he's kind of pushing Spencer a little, but knowing when to back off as well. And actually, I loved the sentences in this little ficlet. I like that he thinks his belt buckle is ostentatious, and that he thinks that's a Ryan Ross word. I love that it's "like having a flashing sign pointing to his crotch". And that Spencer thinks it's "tacky" (one of my favorite words to use, btw). And I loved "Spencers who wear headbands shouldn't throw stones." That was cute wording. And then just the whole last little paragraph. Brendon is smart, okay? Don't ever let him fool you into believing he's not.
Excellent job, honey. Well worth the wait. ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 08:15 am (UTC)I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU! BESTEST FEEDBACK EVER ON A BUNCH OF FLUFFY, POINTLESS FICLETS! ARE YOU SURE I'M THE ROCKSTAR? BECAUSE I'M THINKING THAT MIGHT BE YOUUUUU!
I'm really, really happy that you were pleased with what I managed on the Bob ficlet, because I just had NO IDEA what to do. And wow, your good taste is reinforced by Bob/Frank being your secret OTP, because they are MY MCR OTP! Generally I am not terribly interested in Frank until you put him with Bob, and then I am ALL OVER IT!
1) Bden totes fanboys Ray. TOTALLY. And he even offers to share some of the chocolate with him, but Ray just wants to puke when he sees it, because there are boxes and boxes of all the other varieties of chocolate that WEREN'T the caramel ones on the bus, and they've been trying to eat it, but UGH, if he has to smell chocolate again...
3) I just think Spencer is a billion times more aware than Ryan, and I love that you got that, that it worked for you. I think Spencer would totally wait for Ryan like that. *sighs*
4) Wheeeee, you make me so happy that you enjoyed all those little pieces! I love the word "tacky," too! And ugh, Brendon is SO SMART, and too often underestimated. *nods*
*hugs you forever* Thank you for the awesomer feedback than I would have ever expected on these snippets. :)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 07:39 pm (UTC)I dunno, I notice that I tend to give more detailed feeback on shorter stories and ficlets than I do on longer fics. I think it's because in a ficlet, the details are all right there in front of you. And since they're so short all the little things you love about the story is fresh in your mind when you go to comment. With longer stories, of course there are certain parts or details that I particularly love, but by the time I get to the end of the story they've faded somewhat and I'm mostly just left with my overall impression of the story so I tend to give much more simple feedback. Which sucks, I know, because our authors put a lot of time and effort into writing those stories and they deserve awesome feedback. I fail. I have a whole big back log of stories that I've added to my mems that I want to give ridiculous, gushing feedback on, but I just never seem to get around to it. /o\ EPIC FAIL.
So I'm glad I got to give you a little more detailed feedback b/c I really, really enjoyed these little ficlets.
PS. Brendon fanboying Ray and trying to give him chocolate, much to Ray's dismay, is one of my favorite little happy places ever. I would love to see your Brendon on the MCR bus. I would lay down money. Because Bob's not there to lay the smack down and so the rest of the boys are just completely flabergasted and have no idea what do with a Brendon. I can see Gee's and Mikey's faces in my head right now. And it is hilarious. Such a happy place in my brain right now.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:14 am (UTC)And when it comes to feedback, I get exactly what you mean. I tend to do the same thing, because when you read a really great longer fic, it's so easy to be overwhelmed and just say OMG I LOVED THIS instead of going into detail like you can for shorter stuff. We are on the same page there. *nods*
P.S. Oh, man, Brendon on the MCR bus would be AWESOME! Mikey would probably look up from texting, stare at Brendon blankly, then go back to testing. Gerard would hide behind him after Brendon enthused all over him, leaving Ray and Frank to deal with him. And Ray would be really nice, but I think Frank and Brendon in the same room (or bus) together would just be BEGGING for trouble. I can totally imagine them getting all crazy on Red Bull and bugging the shit out of the others, until they eventually fall asleep in a little pile together. N'awwwwwww.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 08:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 10:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 11:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 01:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 02:37 pm (UTC)and this:
It's ostentatious, he thinks, rolling the Ryan word around in his head.
made me snort! :DDD
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 07:57 pm (UTC)And hey, is it even humanly possible to not like Brendon?!
PS: The other ficlets are also awesome!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 01:34 am (UTC)Oh Bob, Bob totally not going there and talking about Gee. Aw.
Ryan just wants to do Spencer's hair and we all know it.
It might be a sign of something wrong with me that you said "belt buckle" and I went "OH NOES!!" and then realized everything was fine. BETTER THAN FINE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-25 09:24 am (UTC)Bob totally wouldn't go there about Gerard. It's. That's not something that can be used to make a point, or as a weapon.
Ryan totally wants to French braid Spencer's hair, but the sad fact is, Spencer's way better at braiding hair than Ryan is. He totes had to braid his sisters' hair sometimes back in the day. *nods*
Hee! And when Niki gave me the prompt, I commented, and I quote: "happiness, huh? So I guess that is your way of saying the belt buckle cannot be used to beat anyone?
...Wow. That was kind of wrong, even for me.
I will totes write you something sweet in which neither of them is beaten with a belt buckle!"
So you are not the only one whose mind that crossed. :D
ILU SO MUCH, BB. You are so good to me. *snuggles you*
(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-26 04:02 am (UTC)No, I'm just the one who actually WROTE that scene.