The Beecake Project
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monaboyd_monthSo, my second planned fic isn't done. I'm moving this month and traveling soon and things have just been up in the air and I didn't get the time to sit down and prepare like I thought I would. I'm halfway done with a project I've been working on for a couple of months - so I thought since the fic isn't read, I'll just share this:
The Beecake Project.
A monaboyd fic based on each Beecake song.
And I'm sharing it because I'd absolutely LOVE to reac some other people's takes on using Beecake lyrics to inspire fic.
Here's a teaser of what I'll be posting on free-for-all day.
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT
Sometimes there isn't a way to get off the ride.
Metaphorically - the ride that is their friendship, their decision to bound themselves to each other.
Literally - he's grasping Dom's hand so tightly that Dom can probably feel his bones grind and Billy is petrified, couldn't move if he tried. He wants the ride to be over. His stomach turns, threatening expulsion before the cart even begins to roll forward. Dom reaches over with his other hand and covers Billy's with it, too. "Look here, Boyd," he says, voice stern. "Facing fears, right? Theme of the day."
"Easy for you to say," Billy sneers through clenched teeth. "You've got none."
"Oh, not so," Dom says. There's a tremor to his voice that makes Billy look at him. "I'm facing my fears, too."
"You love these bloody contraptions." Billy squints at him, and then the ride jolts forward and he can't think about Dom anymore, can't think about anything but how he's going to die, die, die, a miserable high up death via roller coaster.
The ride rips and swoops and Billy begins to curse Dom, everything about him, but it's a rush od adrenaline and his heart is pounding when the ride slows, crawling up to the highest peak. Dom's hand squeezes at his and he barks out, "Bill," over the roaring background noise, and Billy looks over at him and Dom's face is so close, and then Dom's mouth is on his.
The Beecake Project.
A monaboyd fic based on each Beecake song.
And I'm sharing it because I'd absolutely LOVE to reac some other people's takes on using Beecake lyrics to inspire fic.
Here's a teaser of what I'll be posting on free-for-all day.
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT
Sometimes there isn't a way to get off the ride.
Metaphorically - the ride that is their friendship, their decision to bound themselves to each other.
Literally - he's grasping Dom's hand so tightly that Dom can probably feel his bones grind and Billy is petrified, couldn't move if he tried. He wants the ride to be over. His stomach turns, threatening expulsion before the cart even begins to roll forward. Dom reaches over with his other hand and covers Billy's with it, too. "Look here, Boyd," he says, voice stern. "Facing fears, right? Theme of the day."
"Easy for you to say," Billy sneers through clenched teeth. "You've got none."
"Oh, not so," Dom says. There's a tremor to his voice that makes Billy look at him. "I'm facing my fears, too."
"You love these bloody contraptions." Billy squints at him, and then the ride jolts forward and he can't think about Dom anymore, can't think about anything but how he's going to die, die, die, a miserable high up death via roller coaster.
The ride rips and swoops and Billy begins to curse Dom, everything about him, but it's a rush od adrenaline and his heart is pounding when the ride slows, crawling up to the highest peak. Dom's hand squeezes at his and he barks out, "Bill," over the roaring background noise, and Billy looks over at him and Dom's face is so close, and then Dom's mouth is on his.
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-13 03:04 am (UTC)This was lovely. Fear of heights and falling, in more than one way.
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:25 am (UTC)I have my opinions about Beecake lyrics. I've always thought they could be and probably were metaphorical for their relationship. Writing it all down and singing about it is the natural, perfect, and maybe the only outlet for Billy. I've always wondered, is it the way he survives?
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-13 04:35 am (UTC)