"Can't Shake You" - RPS Noelian
Title: “Can’t Shake You” [RPS]
Pairing: Noelian [Noel / Julian]
Summary: Every time I see you this happens. I’m not exactly sure what these feelings are, but I’m sure it’s love or something close to it. My fingers shake, heart thumps in my throat, and I can barely breathe. I just can’t shake this feeling.
Word Count: 898
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Boosh, nor know any of the people involved. Don’t sue, I have nothing.
Author’s Notes: Hello there, I’m Jordan, and quite new to the Boosh fandom. I may be new to this fandom, but I’ve been writing fanfiction for over five years now, so you could say I have experience.
The music thumps as everyone around me is gyrating and would be having sex in my living room, if not for a thin layer of fabric. As the infinite number of people try to gain my attention, try to tell me words that will have absolutely no meaning to me, my eyes stay focused on the door, willing you to walk through that door. Your name was on the invitation list, but I know not if you’re actually going to show or not, personally, I’m hoping that you do.
It’s almost like magic when the door opens and your head pops in and suddenly I’m wishing, I’m hoping, I’m praying that you’ll see me and walk over, talk with me, laugh with me. I feel like I’m in a dream world when I see you smile at me, our eyes connecting for the first time in months as the world drops away, and it’s only you and me in the whole entire galaxy. My stomach is already like a roller coaster, flip flopping to and fro and you haven’t even said a word to me. Your dark chocolate locks have grown since the last time I had seen you and since they’re becoming so long, they’re beginning to curl.
You get closer and closer and I can only hope that when you’re in speaking distance, I’ll actually be able to say something, instead of having my mouth open and close repetitively, like a goldfish’s. I try my best to remain confident as you stride over, try to remain cool, try not to stare so much at those jeans you’re wearing oh so very low on your hips, try not to seem like a bumbling, fumbling fangirl. I take the deepest breath I can the second before you say your familiar hello to me, your voice washing over me like a warm blanket, soothing me completely. I feel a smile grace my lips as I return the welcoming.
I’m aware of my breath hitching in my throat as we talk, aware of how my heart is thumping in my ears, aware of the butterflies in my stomach, aware of how I must sound like a blathering idiot to you. We speak of common things, and you mention how you drove over and my mind immediately thinks, ‘Since when have you been driving? You never used to know how.’ It’s like you’ve heard my thoughts and mention how you got your license and have been learning, saying that it’s about time that you learned how to transport yourself around. The smile never leaves my lips as we converse and I’m not sure if I want it to, I think subconsciously I want you to know how happy you make me feel, what exactly you do to me when you walk into a room.
It seems that centuries have passed and suddenly you’re saying how someone across the room is beckoning you over, wanting to talk to the amazing person you are, wanting to be in your presence that could light up a whole city. We say our pleasant goodbyes, and already I’m wishing you’d come back, yet you’re only feet away. My heart pounds in my ears, my stomach is in my throat, and I’m breathing heavily. I feel as if I just ran a mile. Do you see what you do to me? Do you see what you’ve left me to be?
I’m immediately berating myself, mentally screaming at my self that I could have said something better, not have been such an idiot. I look down at myself and begin hating that pouch of fat on my lower stomach that I’ve been trying to get rid of for fucking ages. I just can’t shake the feeling of you, and I wish you’d return, take me in your arms and tell me you’ve loved me forever. I know it’s not going to happen, but I can only wish in my dreams. My fingers shake slightly as I watch you across the room, talking and laughing with the others, and I wish you would be doing that with me.
I can’t help but observe your guitar string like body, thin and taut, about to snap at any given moment if give enough tension. My eyes continually look towards you, as if I’m transfixed, imagining ripping off every article of clothing that is tightly layered on your lithe form, imagining what I’d do to you if I had you pinned down on my bed. My mind’s eye goes into overdrive as I envision all of it, and I realize I need to stop as I feel that familiar feeling start to spread throughout my lower body. Shaking my head of all of it, I continue to watch you as you throw your head back in laughter, your shoulder length hair swaying as your body convulses with amusement.
Your eyes meet mine for the first time in minutes and a smile graces both of our lips, the roller coaster beginning again as my fingers shake and my breath hitches in my throat. I don’t know exactly what you do to me, but I can’t shake this feeling of what you do to me. I don’t know why you affect me so, but I’m not sure I want to stop this feeling.
I don’t want to forget what you do to me, for fear of losing you entirely.
Pairing: Noelian [Noel / Julian]
Summary: Every time I see you this happens. I’m not exactly sure what these feelings are, but I’m sure it’s love or something close to it. My fingers shake, heart thumps in my throat, and I can barely breathe. I just can’t shake this feeling.
Word Count: 898
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Boosh, nor know any of the people involved. Don’t sue, I have nothing.
Author’s Notes: Hello there, I’m Jordan, and quite new to the Boosh fandom. I may be new to this fandom, but I’ve been writing fanfiction for over five years now, so you could say I have experience.
The music thumps as everyone around me is gyrating and would be having sex in my living room, if not for a thin layer of fabric. As the infinite number of people try to gain my attention, try to tell me words that will have absolutely no meaning to me, my eyes stay focused on the door, willing you to walk through that door. Your name was on the invitation list, but I know not if you’re actually going to show or not, personally, I’m hoping that you do.
It’s almost like magic when the door opens and your head pops in and suddenly I’m wishing, I’m hoping, I’m praying that you’ll see me and walk over, talk with me, laugh with me. I feel like I’m in a dream world when I see you smile at me, our eyes connecting for the first time in months as the world drops away, and it’s only you and me in the whole entire galaxy. My stomach is already like a roller coaster, flip flopping to and fro and you haven’t even said a word to me. Your dark chocolate locks have grown since the last time I had seen you and since they’re becoming so long, they’re beginning to curl.
You get closer and closer and I can only hope that when you’re in speaking distance, I’ll actually be able to say something, instead of having my mouth open and close repetitively, like a goldfish’s. I try my best to remain confident as you stride over, try to remain cool, try not to stare so much at those jeans you’re wearing oh so very low on your hips, try not to seem like a bumbling, fumbling fangirl. I take the deepest breath I can the second before you say your familiar hello to me, your voice washing over me like a warm blanket, soothing me completely. I feel a smile grace my lips as I return the welcoming.
I’m aware of my breath hitching in my throat as we talk, aware of how my heart is thumping in my ears, aware of the butterflies in my stomach, aware of how I must sound like a blathering idiot to you. We speak of common things, and you mention how you drove over and my mind immediately thinks, ‘Since when have you been driving? You never used to know how.’ It’s like you’ve heard my thoughts and mention how you got your license and have been learning, saying that it’s about time that you learned how to transport yourself around. The smile never leaves my lips as we converse and I’m not sure if I want it to, I think subconsciously I want you to know how happy you make me feel, what exactly you do to me when you walk into a room.
It seems that centuries have passed and suddenly you’re saying how someone across the room is beckoning you over, wanting to talk to the amazing person you are, wanting to be in your presence that could light up a whole city. We say our pleasant goodbyes, and already I’m wishing you’d come back, yet you’re only feet away. My heart pounds in my ears, my stomach is in my throat, and I’m breathing heavily. I feel as if I just ran a mile. Do you see what you do to me? Do you see what you’ve left me to be?
I’m immediately berating myself, mentally screaming at my self that I could have said something better, not have been such an idiot. I look down at myself and begin hating that pouch of fat on my lower stomach that I’ve been trying to get rid of for fucking ages. I just can’t shake the feeling of you, and I wish you’d return, take me in your arms and tell me you’ve loved me forever. I know it’s not going to happen, but I can only wish in my dreams. My fingers shake slightly as I watch you across the room, talking and laughing with the others, and I wish you would be doing that with me.
I can’t help but observe your guitar string like body, thin and taut, about to snap at any given moment if give enough tension. My eyes continually look towards you, as if I’m transfixed, imagining ripping off every article of clothing that is tightly layered on your lithe form, imagining what I’d do to you if I had you pinned down on my bed. My mind’s eye goes into overdrive as I envision all of it, and I realize I need to stop as I feel that familiar feeling start to spread throughout my lower body. Shaking my head of all of it, I continue to watch you as you throw your head back in laughter, your shoulder length hair swaying as your body convulses with amusement.
Your eyes meet mine for the first time in minutes and a smile graces both of our lips, the roller coaster beginning again as my fingers shake and my breath hitches in my throat. I don’t know exactly what you do to me, but I can’t shake this feeling of what you do to me. I don’t know why you affect me so, but I’m not sure I want to stop this feeling.
I don’t want to forget what you do to me, for fear of losing you entirely.