fic: confessions of love and other unneeded sentiments
look, it's NON-GAY fic! i'm so proud.
in the immortal words of the very mean one, "now you're writing straight porn...then you need to stop writing rpf...then you might be a good person."
I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT DAY, IF IT EVER COMES TO BE.
but anyway, here is a fic! i haven't written one in forever, i'm kind of ashamed. ah well. i suck.
title: confessions of love and other unneeded sentiments
pairing: bradley/angel
summary: it's all katie's fault. bradley tries to confess his love, it doesn't go as planned, and angel just wants a fucking kiss.
rating: pg-13 for some naughty language, i suppose
notes: about a million years ago, i was all "I SHOULD WRITE BRADLEY/ANGEL" and the stupendously awesome
tigger_01 was all "YES YOU WILL" and then i wrote like 600 words. and then . . . i kinda got lazy and forgot about it. but her birthday is in an hour, so it's totally okay! we'll just count this as a birthday present, okay? (btw tig, if eljay is being mean again, EMAIL ME, KAY?)
also, beta'd by the very mean one, who still refuses to call it anything but "porn." i have good friends.
word count: 800-ish
disclaimer: for real, i don't know or own them. these are crazy mess-up lies, cool?
Angel sat alone in her hotel room, musing on what exactly someone had to do to get a kiss around here.
She'd noticed Bradley on the first day, blonde and exhuberant and loud, always the center of attention. Bradley was pretty much the opposite of her type - she usually liked the skinny, black haired, poet-in-an-obscure-band guys. But Bradley didn't seem to care whether he was anyone's type or not. He just flounced in, looking totally ridiculous with his perfect arse and horrible teeth and plump lips and bright blue eyes and beautiful abs and stupidly huge smile. And then he laid siege on her thoughts.
She had immediately set her sights on him, and started flirting. At first, everything seemed to be going perfectly; he was talking to her and going shopping and pranking her, and from what she could tell, he appeared to have a crush. The problem happened a few weeks after they had met, which was the amount of time it usually took for even the most oblivious guys to work up the courage to at least give her a shy kiss. Bradley, however, did not progress at all; he just continued how he had since the beginning, walking her to her room after each day of filming and giving her a hug goodnight. That was very nice - she had no objections to being pressed against Bradley's ridiculously good stomach muscles - but she had needs, dammit. And they were not exactly satisfied with a lukewarm hug.
For a few days after she had noticed the whole not-kissing business, she had thought he was simply a bit more dense than her other crushes. Angel upped her flirting a bit - enough that Katie had started doing impressions of her, impressions that were not in any way accurate. She had gone as far as breaking at least thirty safety laws to sit on Bradley's lap on the roller coaster. She had nuzzled his neck, for Christ's sake. Should she just hold up a giant neon sign proclaiming, "Really, Bradley, you can kiss me already"?
She was musing on the logistics of that particular idea, and whether Colin would help her with it, when someone burst into her room. Because all of the other people in the hotel had the decency to knock, and none of them managed to be quite that loud simply walking through a doorway, she wasn't surprised to turn around and see Bradley. She was surprised, however, to see an expression of what might even be called nervousness on his face. Bradley generally didn't do nervousness; he lived life on the expectation that by being his normal charming self, and flirting a lot, nothing bad could ever happen.
It usually worked, mind you.
Angel looked again at Bradley's face to make sure she wasn't going crazy. She hadn't been mistaken; Bradley looked insecure, even terrified.
She asked, "Did you do something to Katie? Because if you did, I think you should know that I will not protect you from her." Usually, Bradley only showed this level of fear when he had been poking around Katie's panty drawer.
"N-no," stammered Bradley. "I haven't done anything to Katie, I swear. This is, um, all her fault though." He said his last sentence louder than the others, and Angel heard badly muffled laughs from outside. "Shut up!" he yelled, and blushed a bit.
"What's up?" Angel asked, raising her eyebrow and sitting on her bed. She couldn't think why Katie would be making Bradley do anything; she usually was trying to make him stop doing something.
"Well, er, Katie said I was moping like a sulky schoolgirl, and that it looked, you know, stupid, and that I needed to, uh, like," Bradley blushed even more, and tried to hide it.
"Just be a man!" was the shout that came from the outside, and Bradley looked simultaneously grateful and mortified.
He continued, "Yeah. That, basically. So, Annnnggeeeellllll, would you like to - " Bradley didn't finish his sentence, just looked at her, hopefully.
Angel stared for a few moments, and then it hit her. "Oh my God," she gasped. "Did Katie make you bloody ask me out?"
"No!" he protested. "I want to. Like, a lot. Katie just gave me, er, a push. In the, ah, right direction. You know."
"I can't believe I'm going to have a boyfriend who needs to be scared into asking me out. What's wrong with me?" Angel said, laughing.
"Is that a yes?" Bradley asked.
Getting up, Angel walked over to Bradley, and got her fucking kiss. For a while. There may have been catcalls from the door, but they were totally exaggerated, Angel swore.
"That was a yes," she clarified. "And you didn't even need Katie to get it!"
Bradley pouted, but he was cured of that pretty soon.
in the immortal words of the very mean one, "now you're writing straight porn...then you need to stop writing rpf...then you might be a good person."
I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT DAY, IF IT EVER COMES TO BE.
but anyway, here is a fic! i haven't written one in forever, i'm kind of ashamed. ah well. i suck.
title: confessions of love and other unneeded sentiments
pairing: bradley/angel
summary: it's all katie's fault. bradley tries to confess his love, it doesn't go as planned, and angel just wants a fucking kiss.
rating: pg-13 for some naughty language, i suppose
notes: about a million years ago, i was all "I SHOULD WRITE BRADLEY/ANGEL" and the stupendously awesome
tigger_01 was all "YES YOU WILL" and then i wrote like 600 words. and then . . . i kinda got lazy and forgot about it. but her birthday is in an hour, so it's totally okay! we'll just count this as a birthday present, okay? (btw tig, if eljay is being mean again, EMAIL ME, KAY?)
also, beta'd by the very mean one, who still refuses to call it anything but "porn." i have good friends.
word count: 800-ish
disclaimer: for real, i don't know or own them. these are crazy mess-up lies, cool?
Angel sat alone in her hotel room, musing on what exactly someone had to do to get a kiss around here.
She'd noticed Bradley on the first day, blonde and exhuberant and loud, always the center of attention. Bradley was pretty much the opposite of her type - she usually liked the skinny, black haired, poet-in-an-obscure-band guys. But Bradley didn't seem to care whether he was anyone's type or not. He just flounced in, looking totally ridiculous with his perfect arse and horrible teeth and plump lips and bright blue eyes and beautiful abs and stupidly huge smile. And then he laid siege on her thoughts.
She had immediately set her sights on him, and started flirting. At first, everything seemed to be going perfectly; he was talking to her and going shopping and pranking her, and from what she could tell, he appeared to have a crush. The problem happened a few weeks after they had met, which was the amount of time it usually took for even the most oblivious guys to work up the courage to at least give her a shy kiss. Bradley, however, did not progress at all; he just continued how he had since the beginning, walking her to her room after each day of filming and giving her a hug goodnight. That was very nice - she had no objections to being pressed against Bradley's ridiculously good stomach muscles - but she had needs, dammit. And they were not exactly satisfied with a lukewarm hug.
For a few days after she had noticed the whole not-kissing business, she had thought he was simply a bit more dense than her other crushes. Angel upped her flirting a bit - enough that Katie had started doing impressions of her, impressions that were not in any way accurate. She had gone as far as breaking at least thirty safety laws to sit on Bradley's lap on the roller coaster. She had nuzzled his neck, for Christ's sake. Should she just hold up a giant neon sign proclaiming, "Really, Bradley, you can kiss me already"?
She was musing on the logistics of that particular idea, and whether Colin would help her with it, when someone burst into her room. Because all of the other people in the hotel had the decency to knock, and none of them managed to be quite that loud simply walking through a doorway, she wasn't surprised to turn around and see Bradley. She was surprised, however, to see an expression of what might even be called nervousness on his face. Bradley generally didn't do nervousness; he lived life on the expectation that by being his normal charming self, and flirting a lot, nothing bad could ever happen.
It usually worked, mind you.
Angel looked again at Bradley's face to make sure she wasn't going crazy. She hadn't been mistaken; Bradley looked insecure, even terrified.
She asked, "Did you do something to Katie? Because if you did, I think you should know that I will not protect you from her." Usually, Bradley only showed this level of fear when he had been poking around Katie's panty drawer.
"N-no," stammered Bradley. "I haven't done anything to Katie, I swear. This is, um, all her fault though." He said his last sentence louder than the others, and Angel heard badly muffled laughs from outside. "Shut up!" he yelled, and blushed a bit.
"What's up?" Angel asked, raising her eyebrow and sitting on her bed. She couldn't think why Katie would be making Bradley do anything; she usually was trying to make him stop doing something.
"Well, er, Katie said I was moping like a sulky schoolgirl, and that it looked, you know, stupid, and that I needed to, uh, like," Bradley blushed even more, and tried to hide it.
"Just be a man!" was the shout that came from the outside, and Bradley looked simultaneously grateful and mortified.
He continued, "Yeah. That, basically. So, Annnnggeeeellllll, would you like to - " Bradley didn't finish his sentence, just looked at her, hopefully.
Angel stared for a few moments, and then it hit her. "Oh my God," she gasped. "Did Katie make you bloody ask me out?"
"No!" he protested. "I want to. Like, a lot. Katie just gave me, er, a push. In the, ah, right direction. You know."
"I can't believe I'm going to have a boyfriend who needs to be scared into asking me out. What's wrong with me?" Angel said, laughing.
"Is that a yes?" Bradley asked.
Getting up, Angel walked over to Bradley, and got her fucking kiss. For a while. There may have been catcalls from the door, but they were totally exaggerated, Angel swore.
"That was a yes," she clarified. "And you didn't even need Katie to get it!"
Bradley pouted, but he was cured of that pretty soon.