fandoms 15, 16 and 17
Beatles
obviously, they're real people and if anything like this happened, it was over 40 years before I was born so I wouldn't know about it anyway. G. Angst.
Paul heard about John’s mother from his father. John wasn’t in school one day, and when Paul’s father came home that evening, he told Paul what had happened. Paul just nodded, and went upstairs to lie on his bed and remember his own mum.
John showed up the next day, looking rotten.
“Um,” Paul said uncertainly, holding the door open so John could come inside. John squeezed into the narrow passage, and avoided Paul’s eyes.
“You’ve heard,” he said, hovering uncertainly around the bottom of the stairs. Paul closed the door and gestured upwards. John hung back.
“Yeah,” Paul said. “You wanna listen to some music?” he asked. John nodded in relief, and began to make his way up the stairs, Paul following. When they were safely in his room, Paul put on a record he’d listened to a lot after his own mum died, one that had always made him feel better, and then stretched out on his bed to do his English homework, pretending not to notice that John was crying.
The Ogre Downstairs
I'm not Diana Wynne Jones, which is kind of a shame. I don't own this, I make no money. Just a snippet from after the book ends. G.
"What have you idiots done now?” shouted Douglas in the general direction of the sound of shattering glass. There was a long pause, and then Johnny and Malcolm traipsed in, looking sheepish.
"Well?" demanded Douglas.
"We were playing football and the ball went through the greenhouse roof," Malcolm admitted, avoiding his older brother's eyes.
"Father’ll kill you,” Douglas said, half in amazement and half in concern.
"It wasn’t my fault,” both boys chorused, then stopped and glared at each other.
"What did you do?” Caspar asked, sticking his head round the door.
"These idiots broke one of the windows in the greenhouse,” Douglas told him. He and Caspar shared an exasperated look.
"We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Johnny told him. He opened his mouth to say more but his brother cut him off.
"Serves you both right for playing football without me,” Caspar said heartlessly. There were footsteps on the stairs, and then Gwinny appeared.
"Who broke the greenhouse roof?” she asked curiously. “You ought to do something about it fast, or the cold will kill all the baby tomatoes and Jack will be very cross.” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, and if we weren’t busy being hauled over the coals,” he jerked his head over at Caspar and Douglas, “we’d have done something already.”
"Go. Fix it," said Douglas, turning his attention back to his work in a clear dismissal. Johnny and Malcolm thudded away down the stairs, already debating the merits of cardboard over those of bin bags. Gwinny grinned at her older brother and headed off towards her own room. Caspar shrugged and went to finish the last of his homework. With the other two banned from football, he might be able to nag Douglas into letting him listen to Indigo Rubber on the best record player after tea.
Friends
I obviously don't own Friends. This was meant to be part of a 'five times' fic, but I just don't have time to write it so...
Ross’s hug and roll
“Man, I can’t believe you told her!” Ross complained. He and Chandler were stretched out on chairs in the coffee house, where they had fled from Rachel’s wrath.
“I had to say something!” protested Chandler. “I rolled her out of bed, what was I supposed to say?”
“Anything else!” Ross told him firmly. “You’re Mr Smart-Ass, the Comeback King so I don’t see why you had to tell the truth this time.”
“Oh, I always tell the truth, that’s why I’m so funny,” Chandler said and Ross just glared at him.
“So, how’s the hug and roll actually supposed to work?” Chandler asked after a long pause.
“I told you!” Ross said indignantly. “I gave you perfectly clear instructions!”
“Obviously not clear enough!” Chandler told him. Ross glared.
“It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.”
“It’s not my fault that you can’t give simple instructions,” Chandler snapped.
“You hug and then you roll,” Ross snapped. “Do you need a demonstration?”
“Yes, yes I do,” retorted Chandler, and then they were both on their feet, gathering coats and heading outside.
“I cannot seriously believe that the concept of ‘hug and roll’ is so difficult you actually need a demonstration,” Ross grumbled, seemingly more to himself than to Chandler, as they headed back to his place. “Shoes off!” he told Chandler firmly. “If you’re going to be lying all over my bed, I want you to have your shoes off!”
The two settled awkwardly onto the double bed.
“I’ll have you know, I don’t have sex on the first date,” Chandler told him.
“Oh, ha ha,” Ross said. “I’m the one doing you a favour, remember?”
“Ross’s hug and roll,” Chandler grumbled under his breath, but settled against him anyway. Ross carefully rearranged their bodies, getting his arm around Chandler’s shoulders and resting Chandler’s head on his own chest.
“See, you hug and then you roll,” Ross told him softly, demonstrating.
“Uh huh.” Chandler moved back in. “Show me again.” Ross did.
“Now you try,” Ross told him. Chandler lay on his back and Ross moved in, resting his head on Chandler’s chest, feeling his heart beating against his cheek.
“Hug and roll,” Chandler said, fitting the action to the words. He put a little too much energy into it and Ross braced himself quickly.
“No, see, too hard. You don’t want to wake me up or throw me out of bed, you just want me to move over a little.” He demonstrated again. “Like that, see?”
“Ok,” Chandler said, trying again.
“Better,” Ross told him.
Chandler took several goes to get the hang of it.
“And you just developed this?” he asked sarcastically as Ross curled into his chest. Ross just nodded, his nose rubbing against Chandler’s nipple and sending an unexpected jolt through him. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of the way their bodies were pressed together, Ross’s arm draped over his stomach, the way both of them were breathing just a little bit quicker than normal. Ross seemed to be aware of it too, because he lifted his head from Chandler’s chest and turned to look at him. Their eyes met for a long moment. Chandler’s tongue darted out unconsciously to lick his lips, and he saw Ross’s eyes flicker to the movement, before Ross pulled away from him completely and swung his legs off the side of the bed.
“Ooookay, I think that’s quite enough of that,” Ross said, going for jokey but not quite getting there.
“Ross’s hug and roll,” Chandler said. “You want a beer?”
“Beer would be great,” Ross said, jumping up and going for his shoes. “You’re buying,” Chandler nodded wordlessly and put on his shoes as fast as possible.
obviously, they're real people and if anything like this happened, it was over 40 years before I was born so I wouldn't know about it anyway. G. Angst.
Paul heard about John’s mother from his father. John wasn’t in school one day, and when Paul’s father came home that evening, he told Paul what had happened. Paul just nodded, and went upstairs to lie on his bed and remember his own mum.
John showed up the next day, looking rotten.
“Um,” Paul said uncertainly, holding the door open so John could come inside. John squeezed into the narrow passage, and avoided Paul’s eyes.
“You’ve heard,” he said, hovering uncertainly around the bottom of the stairs. Paul closed the door and gestured upwards. John hung back.
“Yeah,” Paul said. “You wanna listen to some music?” he asked. John nodded in relief, and began to make his way up the stairs, Paul following. When they were safely in his room, Paul put on a record he’d listened to a lot after his own mum died, one that had always made him feel better, and then stretched out on his bed to do his English homework, pretending not to notice that John was crying.
The Ogre Downstairs
I'm not Diana Wynne Jones, which is kind of a shame. I don't own this, I make no money. Just a snippet from after the book ends. G.
"What have you idiots done now?” shouted Douglas in the general direction of the sound of shattering glass. There was a long pause, and then Johnny and Malcolm traipsed in, looking sheepish.
"Well?" demanded Douglas.
"We were playing football and the ball went through the greenhouse roof," Malcolm admitted, avoiding his older brother's eyes.
"Father’ll kill you,” Douglas said, half in amazement and half in concern.
"It wasn’t my fault,” both boys chorused, then stopped and glared at each other.
"What did you do?” Caspar asked, sticking his head round the door.
"These idiots broke one of the windows in the greenhouse,” Douglas told him. He and Caspar shared an exasperated look.
"We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Johnny told him. He opened his mouth to say more but his brother cut him off.
"Serves you both right for playing football without me,” Caspar said heartlessly. There were footsteps on the stairs, and then Gwinny appeared.
"Who broke the greenhouse roof?” she asked curiously. “You ought to do something about it fast, or the cold will kill all the baby tomatoes and Jack will be very cross.” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, and if we weren’t busy being hauled over the coals,” he jerked his head over at Caspar and Douglas, “we’d have done something already.”
"Go. Fix it," said Douglas, turning his attention back to his work in a clear dismissal. Johnny and Malcolm thudded away down the stairs, already debating the merits of cardboard over those of bin bags. Gwinny grinned at her older brother and headed off towards her own room. Caspar shrugged and went to finish the last of his homework. With the other two banned from football, he might be able to nag Douglas into letting him listen to Indigo Rubber on the best record player after tea.
Friends
I obviously don't own Friends. This was meant to be part of a 'five times' fic, but I just don't have time to write it so...
Ross’s hug and roll
“Man, I can’t believe you told her!” Ross complained. He and Chandler were stretched out on chairs in the coffee house, where they had fled from Rachel’s wrath.
“I had to say something!” protested Chandler. “I rolled her out of bed, what was I supposed to say?”
“Anything else!” Ross told him firmly. “You’re Mr Smart-Ass, the Comeback King so I don’t see why you had to tell the truth this time.”
“Oh, I always tell the truth, that’s why I’m so funny,” Chandler said and Ross just glared at him.
“So, how’s the hug and roll actually supposed to work?” Chandler asked after a long pause.
“I told you!” Ross said indignantly. “I gave you perfectly clear instructions!”
“Obviously not clear enough!” Chandler told him. Ross glared.
“It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.”
“It’s not my fault that you can’t give simple instructions,” Chandler snapped.
“You hug and then you roll,” Ross snapped. “Do you need a demonstration?”
“Yes, yes I do,” retorted Chandler, and then they were both on their feet, gathering coats and heading outside.
“I cannot seriously believe that the concept of ‘hug and roll’ is so difficult you actually need a demonstration,” Ross grumbled, seemingly more to himself than to Chandler, as they headed back to his place. “Shoes off!” he told Chandler firmly. “If you’re going to be lying all over my bed, I want you to have your shoes off!”
The two settled awkwardly onto the double bed.
“I’ll have you know, I don’t have sex on the first date,” Chandler told him.
“Oh, ha ha,” Ross said. “I’m the one doing you a favour, remember?”
“Ross’s hug and roll,” Chandler grumbled under his breath, but settled against him anyway. Ross carefully rearranged their bodies, getting his arm around Chandler’s shoulders and resting Chandler’s head on his own chest.
“See, you hug and then you roll,” Ross told him softly, demonstrating.
“Uh huh.” Chandler moved back in. “Show me again.” Ross did.
“Now you try,” Ross told him. Chandler lay on his back and Ross moved in, resting his head on Chandler’s chest, feeling his heart beating against his cheek.
“Hug and roll,” Chandler said, fitting the action to the words. He put a little too much energy into it and Ross braced himself quickly.
“No, see, too hard. You don’t want to wake me up or throw me out of bed, you just want me to move over a little.” He demonstrated again. “Like that, see?”
“Ok,” Chandler said, trying again.
“Better,” Ross told him.
Chandler took several goes to get the hang of it.
“And you just developed this?” he asked sarcastically as Ross curled into his chest. Ross just nodded, his nose rubbing against Chandler’s nipple and sending an unexpected jolt through him. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of the way their bodies were pressed together, Ross’s arm draped over his stomach, the way both of them were breathing just a little bit quicker than normal. Ross seemed to be aware of it too, because he lifted his head from Chandler’s chest and turned to look at him. Their eyes met for a long moment. Chandler’s tongue darted out unconsciously to lick his lips, and he saw Ross’s eyes flicker to the movement, before Ross pulled away from him completely and swung his legs off the side of the bed.
“Ooookay, I think that’s quite enough of that,” Ross said, going for jokey but not quite getting there.
“Ross’s hug and roll,” Chandler said. “You want a beer?”
“Beer would be great,” Ross said, jumping up and going for his shoes. “You’re buying,” Chandler nodded wordlessly and put on his shoes as fast as possible.