not-quite-drabbles, batch 2
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181 words. Handporn + angst = um, handporn and angst (sorry?)
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"What are you drawing?" he asks, leaning over Dom's shoulder for a view of the jealously guarded sketch pad. He finds himself watching the ark of Dom's fingers on the pencil and later doesn't even remember what the subject was.
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"What is that thing, anyway?" He catches Dom's wrist and pulls it into his lap, twisting it this way and that to examine the new cuff.
"Do you like it?" asks Dom.
"Mm," says Billy distractedly, busy testing the fit of his own finger under the edge.
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"Fuck, don't touch it, that hurts!"
"Come on, Bill, you have to let me. It's the only way to get a cramp out."
And he doesn't protest, just grits his teeth and then gasps at the feeling of Dom's hand wrapping around his foot.
Billy's never been very observent, though, and when he finally does notice, unable to tear his gaze away from the gold ring sliding onto Dom's finger- well. By then it's too late.
snippet of the infamous college a cappella AU foreff_reality and living_is_nice
254 words
Dom joins a cappella almost by accident. The activities fair is blisteringly hot, rows and rows of tables set out on the green with posters and music and various giveaways. Someone thrusts a flyer at him; someone else half-yells over the noise,
"Do you want to end world hunger?"
Dom kind of mumbles something and pretends he sees someone he knows in another direction. How do you say no to that, anyway?
He weaves through to the performance arts area, looking for his roommate, but a quick scan reveals no Elijah. It does, however, reveal an adorable green-eyed boy sitting behind a table, chin propped in his hands and wearing an enormous purple and yellow striped hat with an air of resigned cheerfulness.
"Hi there! Do you like to sing?" he calls, coming alive when he notices Dom looking. He has a Scottish accent, which is both completely out of place and ridiculously endearing.
"Um, I guess?" offers Dom. It's not like he's going to admit that he was staring for a totally different reason. He glances quickly at the sign on the table. It says L.O.T.S. in big letters, which is rather unhelpful, and All Male A Cappella underneath that, which is moreso.
"Well, come on over! I'll give you the spiel."
And really, what's to lose? He can just go have an excuse to talk to this guy for a few minutes and then say he's not interested, no harm done, one cute acquaintance made.
Or so he thinks, at the time.
living_is_nice181 words. Handporn + angst = um, handporn and angst (sorry?)
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"What are you drawing?" he asks, leaning over Dom's shoulder for a view of the jealously guarded sketch pad. He finds himself watching the ark of Dom's fingers on the pencil and later doesn't even remember what the subject was.
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"What is that thing, anyway?" He catches Dom's wrist and pulls it into his lap, twisting it this way and that to examine the new cuff.
"Do you like it?" asks Dom.
"Mm," says Billy distractedly, busy testing the fit of his own finger under the edge.
Maybe he should have noticed when:
"Fuck, don't touch it, that hurts!"
"Come on, Bill, you have to let me. It's the only way to get a cramp out."
And he doesn't protest, just grits his teeth and then gasps at the feeling of Dom's hand wrapping around his foot.
Billy's never been very observent, though, and when he finally does notice, unable to tear his gaze away from the gold ring sliding onto Dom's finger- well. By then it's too late.
snippet of the infamous college a cappella AU for
eff_reality and living_is_nice254 words
Dom joins a cappella almost by accident. The activities fair is blisteringly hot, rows and rows of tables set out on the green with posters and music and various giveaways. Someone thrusts a flyer at him; someone else half-yells over the noise,
"Do you want to end world hunger?"
Dom kind of mumbles something and pretends he sees someone he knows in another direction. How do you say no to that, anyway?
He weaves through to the performance arts area, looking for his roommate, but a quick scan reveals no Elijah. It does, however, reveal an adorable green-eyed boy sitting behind a table, chin propped in his hands and wearing an enormous purple and yellow striped hat with an air of resigned cheerfulness.
"Hi there! Do you like to sing?" he calls, coming alive when he notices Dom looking. He has a Scottish accent, which is both completely out of place and ridiculously endearing.
"Um, I guess?" offers Dom. It's not like he's going to admit that he was staring for a totally different reason. He glances quickly at the sign on the table. It says L.O.T.S. in big letters, which is rather unhelpful, and All Male A Cappella underneath that, which is moreso.
"Well, come on over! I'll give you the spiel."
And really, what's to lose? He can just go have an excuse to talk to this guy for a few minutes and then say he's not interested, no harm done, one cute acquaintance made.
Or so he thinks, at the time.
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Date: 2010-07-02 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-02 08:35 am (UTC)thank you again! although, the end was so sad. (in a good, hand-porn-angst way, of course.) i won't lie- the monaboyd part of my heart is sorta dreading that day. XDXD
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Date: 2010-07-02 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-07 02:49 pm (UTC)But the a capella one! AWESOMENESS OF AWESOME!!