PART... THREE XDlumberxjillJune 24 2009, 05:27:36 UTC
Ryan could make out the subtle jut of his shoulder blades through his t-shirt. Shoulder blades! Ily, bby <3
Ryan shrugged off the fabric, exposing the bones of his shoulders and lean muscles of his arms, turning slightly to further expose his chest and stomach. The amusement was almost gone from his face, replaced with something Brendon couldn’t describe. Click.
My brain has melted out of my ear. I am dead.
They leaned back onto the bed when Brendon’s knees touched the edge, the perfectly smooth covers wrinkling under them. Ryan’s kissing grew more forceful, pushing any coherent thoughts out of Brendon’s mind. Ryan was the only word that remained, etching itself into his mind forever. DEAD, I TELL YOU.
And that was it. Brendon’s trust was entirely Ryan’s now. He had complete and total power over him, and there was no turning back. There were no do-over’s. There was nothing left but everything. FUCKING DEAD.
“You know what, Ryan. Stop being such a girl. Man up. Go tell him how you feel.”
“I di-”
“In English.”
Ryan looked at his feet. “It’s not that easy.” Fail, french!RYAN. At this point, I'm so involved in their stupid faily romance that I'm applauding Spencer. Seriously.
Spencer knew Ryan wouldn’t do it without his prodding. Ryan never did anything good for him without being told to do so. He’d sit here at the café and sulk Characterization! <3
Ryan’s smile. Ryan’s laugh. Ryan’s accent. The way he spoke French at random times in his English sentences. The way his voice flowed like liquid off his tongue. The way he felt like liquid under Brendon’s fingertips. Gorgeous.
And the ENTIRE final scene.
Oh God. I cannot even tell you how in love I am with this, Jesus. Everything about it is perfect and beautful. It surpassed my expectations in every possible way.
I love you and I love this fic. You are fantastic, darling. Seriously. I just. Gah, no words... <3
Ryan could make out the subtle jut of his shoulder blades through his t-shirt.
Shoulder blades! Ily, bby <3
Ryan shrugged off the fabric, exposing the bones of his shoulders and lean muscles of his arms, turning slightly to further expose his chest and stomach. The amusement was almost gone from his face, replaced with something Brendon couldn’t describe. Click.
My brain has melted out of my ear. I am dead.
They leaned back onto the bed when Brendon’s knees touched the edge, the perfectly smooth covers wrinkling under them. Ryan’s kissing grew more forceful, pushing any coherent thoughts out of Brendon’s mind. Ryan was the only word that remained, etching itself into his mind forever.
DEAD, I TELL YOU.
And that was it. Brendon’s trust was entirely Ryan’s now. He had complete and total power over him, and there was no turning back. There were no do-over’s. There was nothing left but everything.
FUCKING DEAD.
“You know what, Ryan. Stop being such a girl. Man up. Go tell him how you feel.”
“I di-”
“In English.”
Ryan looked at his feet. “It’s not that easy.”
Fail, french!RYAN. At this point, I'm so involved in their stupid faily romance that I'm applauding Spencer. Seriously.
Spencer knew Ryan wouldn’t do it without his prodding. Ryan never did anything good for him without being told to do so. He’d sit here at the café and sulk
Characterization! <3
Ryan’s smile. Ryan’s laugh. Ryan’s accent. The way he spoke French at random times in his English sentences. The way his voice flowed like liquid off his tongue. The way he felt like liquid under Brendon’s fingertips.
Gorgeous.
And the ENTIRE final scene.
Oh God. I cannot even tell you how in love I am with this, Jesus. Everything about it is perfect and beautful. It surpassed my expectations in every possible way.
I love you and I love this fic. You are fantastic, darling. Seriously. I just. Gah, no words... <3
infinite <3's.
rachel <3
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Seriously. Like. Yeah. That shoulderblades line. That one was for youuu. XD I knew you'd catch that.
Your comments make me grin and smile and like. DIE OF FACE SMILEAGE.
Spencer and Jon... They're like. God. XD They know everything. Cuz... they're Spencer and Jon. Duh.
And syntax and characterization are what I work on most, so thanks for saying that bb.
ILYSFM.
<333
(ps. yes, I will have your babies. <3)
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