COMMENT FIC? MRR?

[brin_bailey]

I just finished catching up on Burn Notice. And by "catching up", I mean starting and finishing all three and a half seasons in, like, two and a half weeks. (And HOLY HELL that mid-season finale! DUDE!) Consequently, I now have a lot free time on my hands, since I'm not glued to my TV/computer salivating over Michael, Fiona, Sam, and pretty, pretty

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[quiet_rebel]

I'll take Skins, Freddie/Effy, prompt: death is only the beginning

Thanks!

[brin_bailey]

You’re beautiful, Eff. So fucking beautiful.

Closing her eyes, Effy tries to remember Freddie’s hands on her face; his strong fingers tracing slow and sure lines down the sloping bridge of her nose and his thumbs pressed against the hollows of her cheeks and the dipping bow of her mouth.

She tries to remember how he loved her. But she doesn’t know how to, exactly. Everything is blurry and distorted and maybe it’s real and maybe it’s not. Maybe he was real. Maybe not.

She opens her eyes, rubs at them until her fingertips are smudged with black.

I love you.

She stares at the ceiling, doesn’t blink. Her jumper is unravelling at the sleeve and she pulls and plucks at the loose threads, because she needs to destroy something while she tries to rebuild something else.

“I love you,” she says, quiet. Her voice sounds rough and hard, like she’d washed down thick cigarette smoke with a bottle of whiskey. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Love you. Love you. I love you.”

Effy tries to remember.

Maybe he was real.

[quiet_rebel]

AH! I'm just reading this now! I love it and hate it at the same time. Love it because it was beautiful writing and hate it because of I'm still pissed off they killed Freddie.

But I love how you took the prompt and made it real and a beginning for Effy.

Thanks!

[brin_bailey]

Killing off Freddie was HORRIBLE. I think I spent about ten minutes after watching the episode staring at the screen in shock all, "What the hell just happened?"

[joans23]

I got stalled somewhere in season 1 - my dvd player croaked and had the disc stuck inside for ages. By the time I'd finally gotten it out, I was knee-deep in catching up with The OC, so yeah.

Also, I kinda feel kinda ashamed giving you another prompt when I just got an awesome ficlet from you. Kinda. Luckily you already know I'm shameless, so! Please, sir, may I have some more??? Ryan/Seth, he doesn't see what the big deal is about turning thirty. (yes, I'm just shamelessly trying for happy-ever-after fic, okay. Sue me!)

&hearts

[brin_bailey]

Ooh, you should totally finish watching. It's just happy-explosive-snarky goodness. (Well, that and this way I might be able to get you to write me Michael/Fiona porn. Yes, I have entirely selfish reasons.)

Um, so, a little bit of Taylor/Ryan snuck in here (I'm a bit of a Taylor/Ryan whore, heh), but it's definitely Ryan/Seth happiness!

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Ryan completely forgets that it’s his birthday until he sees a peach torte on the kitchen table. A lit candle is stuck in the middle of the dessert, slowly dripping blue wax onto the flakey crust.

And Taylor, wearing nothing except black lace panties and a bright smile, stands on her tiptoes, puts her small hands on his shoulders, and softly presses her bare breasts against his chest as she whispers, “Happy Birthday, Ryan.”

Less than ten minutes later, Ryan is eating sweet and syrupy peaches off the flat plane of her stomach and leaving behind the sharp imprint of his teeth along her hips and ribs.

And when he kisses her, she tastes like cinnamon.

25“Quarter of a century, dude,”

[joans23]

That's okay, cause I'm kinda A LOT of a Ryan/Taylor whore. Heee!

This was absolutely PERFECT, dearest. Thank you oh so much!!!!! <3333!

[brin_bailey]

You're welcome, sweetheart!

(And sorry it took so long to respond, I've been living it up in Vancouver for the past few days!)