Wouldn't It Be Nice: A Skating RPF Commentfic Meme
I made some figure skating posts, and a bunch of people popped in to say it would be great to have some new fic in the fandom. Time for an internet party, I say!
Wouldn't It Be Nice:
A 2012 Worlds Commentfic Meme
- Prompts and fills must feature at least one skater who is competing at the 2012 World Figure Skating Championships. The list of ( Read more... )
Wouldn't It Be Nice:
A 2012 Worlds Commentfic Meme
- Prompts and fills must feature at least one skater who is competing at the 2012 World Figure Skating Championships. The list of ( Read more... )
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It's three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and Jeremy is lying on his couch, half-reading, half-dreaming, because for the first extended period of time since he was a kid, he has absolutely no reason to be doing anything else (there, of course, things he should be doing, but they're no longer matters of medals and acclaim, just the dishes in his sink and the books on his nightstand).
And of course that's when someone starts buzzing at the door, insistent. Jeremy takes a moment, considers pretending he's not home and then sighs, pushes the button to let whoever it is up.
After a few moments and some thumping steps on the creaky, kind of decrepit stairs (the price, his sister laughed, of his romantic, New York dreams), there's a knock.
Jeremy makes a face and pulls open the door.
"Hi!" is all he hears before he is hug-attacked by the dual symbiotic sentient beings that are Adam and Adam's hair.
"Ow," Jeremy says, and "hi," as they tumble backwards into an unfortunately sharp corner.
"Sorry," Adam laughs, practically cackles. "Hey."
Jeremy's brain catches up to him at this point and he frowns. "What are you even doing here?"
It's the very beginning of the summer off-season, and they'll all start touring soon, but Adam is supposed to be Detroit, not New York.
"Didn't you hear? I'm an international star," Adam says, sashaying into the living room, tugging along his disturbingly stuffed duffle bag. "I do what I want."
"Yeah," Jeremy agrees, biting down a smile, "I heard. I saw. I even called."
Adam sinks into the couch and then looks back at Jeremy, who is gnawing on his lower lip (Yuka and Jason will murder him with sad, disappointed mouths if he harbors a fugitive Adam).
"Relax," Adam says, drawing out the word. "Jason and Yuka gave me the week off! So I came to see you!"
Jeremy frowns, then shrugs and lets it go. It's an okay answer. He sits down opposite Adam, who seems to reveling in the success of his invasion tactics.
"Guess what?" Adam asks, leaning in close. "I'm National Champion, too!"
And then they are kissing.
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The next morning Jeremy wakes in an awkward, over warm tangle of bare limbs, not all of which are his own.
Then he goes into the bathroom and tries not to hyperventilate.
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Jeremy can feel Adam staring at him from the dining table.
"Are you freaking out?" Adam asks. "Please don't be freaking out. That'll make me nervous."
"I'm not freaking out," Jeremy says, poking at the pancake he's making.
"Okay," Adam says doubtfully. "I mean, I can get out of your hair - "
"No!" Jeremy says quickly, because this is Adam and even more than anything they are friends and Jeremy is not going to be that guy and - "You can stay. You should stay."
"But you probably want to call people," Adam says.
Jeremy turns around, shrugs guiltily, as if he hadn't (momentarily, but still) seriously considered hiding out in his own bathroom and calling Meryl over and over again until she finally picked up.
"It's okay," Adam shrugs. He laughs a little, nervous. "I do, too. Actually."
Jeremy feels a sudden flood of relief and affection pour through his body. "Eat your pancakes first," he says.
Adam grins. "Chocolate chip?" he asks.
"Of course," Jeremy says, turning back to the stove. "It's summer."
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Meryl, rather predictably, laughs at him. And then keeps laughing. And then laughs a little more.
"Sorry, sorry," she wheezes, "it's great, Jer, it really is."
"Is it?" Jeremy asks. Through his computer screen, he can see her clutching at her probably aching stomach muscles. They've been through quite the workout.
"Yes," she say emphatically, leaning into her screen. "It's adorable. I kind of want to pinch both your cheeks." Her eyes light up. "I'm going to do that the next time I see you both!"
"Please don't," Jeremy says weakly. He already know he's fighting a losing battle.
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A few hours later, with Adam adventuring off around the city - hey! at moma, and it's still amazing. why don't we do new york stuff all the time? - Jeremy gets a call from Charlie.
They're friends, close enough that a shared look can set off a bout of hysterical laughter or reminiscences, but they're generally better in person, with each other. They're very much guys, in Meryl's words.
"Hey," Jeremy answers, continuing to put his groceries away.
"He-ey," Charlie replies.
"Oh, God," Jeremy moans, setting down his bottle of pasta sauce. "She told you."
"Yeah," Charlie admits easily. "So it's a thing now, the two of you. That's cute. Kind of to the point of horrifying, really."
"Kill me now."
"Are there animated woodland animals following you guys around yet?" Charlie asks. "I want to know for scientific purposes."
"Is that an actual question? Coming from you? Is that an actual question?" Jeremy demands.
Charlie guffaws. Jeremy attempts to tell him exactly how undignified he sounds but Charlie just ignores him.
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"So Alissa told me that we're like chocolate cake," Adam informs Jeremy faux-solemnly. "We're really good and really sweet but also we make her a little sick."
Jeremy laughs. "I like chocolate," he offers.
"Me too," Adam beams.
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And the story is super cute!
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