It took some time for me to figure out..
So, I have a few things on the "fic table" that you guys should expect in the near future. And, well, in the other case, you can be forewarned.
-Bryar Bunch Episode 17- I already know where it's heading, and the first thousand or so words are already written, so expect that fairly soon.
Then the door busted open, and Jon Walker was rushing into the room. By the looks of it he ran straight into the door. Then stutting in behind him, like a young prima donna that Brendon knew he occassionally was, a very angry looking Ryan Ross. Brendon scowled and he couldn't understand his luck. God seriously hated him or something. "Ryan Ross, you are a goddamn cockblock!" Brendon shouted.
New Moon Shit: What would make seeing New Moon better? Brendon being a drama queen and giving Ryan a handjob. Duh.
Brendon huffs and yanks one of the popcorns and heads straight for the butter center, also known as: high cholesterol central. "You just don't want to miss your precious Edward."
"Caught me," Ryan hides a smile as he sneaks a kiss onto Brendon's cheek. Brendon turns around to make sure no one saw them, but Ryan just rolls his eyes, once again. They were going to fall out of his skull pretty soon. "Chill out. Like the lady said: If you're not Robert Pattinson, no one really gives a shit who you are."
-This Aint' A Love Song, Baby (Demon!fic)- This one is coming, trust me. I can't really resist demon!Brendon having his way with, and possibly seducing Ryan's soul away from Ryan.
Brendon smiled against Ryan's face as the club got darker and hotter. Brendon reminded Ryan of Pete a little bit but he couldn't figure out why to save his life. "Let's just say I'm not making the ..." he trailed off, looking straight into Ryan's eyes and he felt himself falling into Brendon's gaze. "quota." He finished, letting the word wash all over Ryan's face. He wanted to help Brendon make that quota, whatever that quota was. And he wanted nothing more than to push Brendon up against the first wall he could see.
Audrey/Ryan/Brendon: This one is really interesting. I'm pretty excited for the finished product. It is last on the list to do, because I don't have support on writing het lol
RealAudreyKitch: @thisisryanross So, I just ran into Greenwald. Maybe we should catch up :*
10:01 AM May 25th from web
Thisisryanross: @RealAudreyKitch Maybe.
10:01 AM May 25th from web
Direct Message from Audrey Kitching: And maybe we can see if other things are up..?
Direct Message from Ryan Ross: It's up. Up for Brendon. So, no thanks.
Direct Message from Audrey Kitching: Really? Yummy. Just like old times. We should...defiantly...catch up.
Ryan didn't want to point out the fact that she spelled 'definitely' wrong. Or that he wasn't interested. He just deleted the messages, forgot they ever happened, and went to go meet Brendon for dinner.
So, if none of these get posted in the next two weeks, you are allowed to start harrassing me. Have a wonderful night ♥
-Bryar Bunch Episode 17- I already know where it's heading, and the first thousand or so words are already written, so expect that fairly soon.
Then the door busted open, and Jon Walker was rushing into the room. By the looks of it he ran straight into the door. Then stutting in behind him, like a young prima donna that Brendon knew he occassionally was, a very angry looking Ryan Ross. Brendon scowled and he couldn't understand his luck. God seriously hated him or something. "Ryan Ross, you are a goddamn cockblock!" Brendon shouted.
New Moon Shit: What would make seeing New Moon better? Brendon being a drama queen and giving Ryan a handjob. Duh.
Brendon huffs and yanks one of the popcorns and heads straight for the butter center, also known as: high cholesterol central. "You just don't want to miss your precious Edward."
"Caught me," Ryan hides a smile as he sneaks a kiss onto Brendon's cheek. Brendon turns around to make sure no one saw them, but Ryan just rolls his eyes, once again. They were going to fall out of his skull pretty soon. "Chill out. Like the lady said: If you're not Robert Pattinson, no one really gives a shit who you are."
-This Aint' A Love Song, Baby (Demon!fic)- This one is coming, trust me. I can't really resist demon!Brendon having his way with, and possibly seducing Ryan's soul away from Ryan.
Brendon smiled against Ryan's face as the club got darker and hotter. Brendon reminded Ryan of Pete a little bit but he couldn't figure out why to save his life. "Let's just say I'm not making the ..." he trailed off, looking straight into Ryan's eyes and he felt himself falling into Brendon's gaze. "quota." He finished, letting the word wash all over Ryan's face. He wanted to help Brendon make that quota, whatever that quota was. And he wanted nothing more than to push Brendon up against the first wall he could see.
Audrey/Ryan/Brendon: This one is really interesting. I'm pretty excited for the finished product. It is last on the list to do, because I don't have support on writing het lol
RealAudreyKitch: @thisisryanross So, I just ran into Greenwald. Maybe we should catch up :*
10:01 AM May 25th from web
Thisisryanross: @RealAudreyKitch Maybe.
10:01 AM May 25th from web
Direct Message from Audrey Kitching: And maybe we can see if other things are up..?
Direct Message from Ryan Ross: It's up. Up for Brendon. So, no thanks.
Direct Message from Audrey Kitching: Really? Yummy. Just like old times. We should...defiantly...catch up.
Ryan didn't want to point out the fact that she spelled 'definitely' wrong. Or that he wasn't interested. He just deleted the messages, forgot they ever happened, and went to go meet Brendon for dinner.
So, if none of these get posted in the next two weeks, you are allowed to start harrassing me. Have a wonderful night ♥