Everyone teases him about having a roommate, saying she’s probably his prisoner or his love slave or maybe just, You poor guy, no seriously. They don’t mean it.
Doesn’t stop them from being curious though.
“Seriously, dog. You’ve lived with this chick for two months and you can’t tell us what she’s like?”
Brad looks across the table at Poke, Walt, Pappy and Ray, their interested faces and their hands wrapped around their beer glasses. He sighs loudly. His glass is empty.
“She’s.” Brad pauses because the word’s weird and he’s not sure what to say. “She’s cool, I guess. Really private though. Kind of butch, shaved head.”
“Hot,” Ray says. He’s leaning on his elbows, smiling. This is like Christmas for him. Brad’s refused to say anything or let Ray snoop around the basement. “She is hot, right.”
What Brad wants to say is, Fuck you all, but that wouldn’t fit. Instead he thinks about what he would say if it wasn’t Nate
( ... )
What really gets to me about these stories is how layered they are, there's just so much going on and it's lovely and real and complicated (with these blushes of romance, when Brad looks at the top of Nate's head, when he wants to take him to bed). Brad constructing this story of Natalie in a way that the guys will respond to it in the right way, and Nate himself hasn't even really started to sketch that in yet, he's just hiding and reacting. The contrast between the two early snippets that you've written here and MR is so good too, the evolution of Nate, of them is heartbreaking and beautiful and fascinating. (Also I'm super intrigued that Ray was so low key, well, for him that is almost comatose! “Yes,” Ray says, not looking away from Nate. And then this and I'm sort of torn between thinking that he knows? Or suspects? Or some inner alarm is going off? But then he goes back to being Ray with that penultimate line and yes).
So yeah, I could pretty much roll around happily in this universe for a long long time.
What really gets to me about these stories is how layered they are, there's just so much going on and it's lovely and real and complicated
Thank you! Writing these layers and playing with preconceptions. The complications of the story are really interesting to write, and satisfying to see people reading and enjoying it.
The contrast between the two early snippets that you've written here and MR is so good too, the evolution of Nate, of them is heartbreaking and beautiful and fascinating.
:D
So yeah, I could pretty much roll around happily in this universe for a long long time.
I can now completely see Ray doing a Recon on Nate at work (because it's totally not stalking when it's in Brad's best interests), and dragging Walt along with him.
I loved the way that you contrasted the first and second sections.
The first section is everyone wanting information on Natalie, wanting to find out things about this chick that Brad has brought into his home but not allowed any of them, his most trusted compatriots, to meet, and Brad giving them little tidbits, she's hot, she's cool. It makes me wonder what kind of excuse Brad used for needing a roommate.
Then there's the second section where you can almost feel Nate's panic when Ray bursts in, completely not ready to deal with anyone, and probably especially anyone that could look at him and see him and know who he's supposed to be versus who he currently is
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Doesn’t stop them from being curious though.
“Seriously, dog. You’ve lived with this chick for two months and you can’t tell us what she’s like?”
Brad looks across the table at Poke, Walt, Pappy and Ray, their interested faces and their hands wrapped around their beer glasses. He sighs loudly. His glass is empty.
“She’s.” Brad pauses because the word’s weird and he’s not sure what to say. “She’s cool, I guess. Really private though. Kind of butch, shaved head.”
“Hot,” Ray says. He’s leaning on his elbows, smiling. This is like Christmas for him. Brad’s refused to say anything or let Ray snoop around the basement. “She is hot, right.”
What Brad wants to say is, Fuck you all, but that wouldn’t fit. Instead he thinks about what he would say if it wasn’t Nate ( ... )
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(Also I'm super intrigued that Ray was so low key, well, for him that is almost comatose! “Yes,” Ray says, not looking away from Nate. And then this and I'm sort of torn between thinking that he knows? Or suspects? Or some inner alarm is going off? But then he goes back to being Ray with that penultimate line and yes).
So yeah, I could pretty much roll around happily in this universe for a long long time.
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Thank you! Writing these layers and playing with preconceptions. The complications of the story are really interesting to write, and satisfying to see people reading and enjoying it.
The contrast between the two early snippets that you've written here and MR is so good too, the evolution of Nate, of them is heartbreaking and beautiful and fascinating.
:D
So yeah, I could pretty much roll around happily in this universe for a long long time.
I'm glad. It's great to write!
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I loved the way that you contrasted the first and second sections.
The first section is everyone wanting information on Natalie, wanting to find out things about this chick that Brad has brought into his home but not allowed any of them, his most trusted compatriots, to meet, and Brad giving them little tidbits, she's hot, she's cool. It makes me wonder what kind of excuse Brad used for needing a roommate.
Then there's the second section where you can almost feel Nate's panic when Ray bursts in, completely not ready to deal with anyone, and probably especially anyone that could look at him and see him and know who he's supposed to be versus who he currently is ( ... )
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Thank you!
I would read anything and everything you want to throw at us from it.
Double thank you!
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I could SEE this! And of course Ray would take advantage of the situation.
And of course the rest of the guys would be curious. They probably think Brad's keeping her to himself because he has a thing. They'd be right.
::hearts::
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He glows with PURE GLEE all the way through breakfast. Also, delicious maple syrup!
They probably think Brad's keeping her to himself because he has a thing. They'd be right.
Hah!
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HAH! Oh, Ray.
Nate freezes, his face going pale.
Oh, Nate, honey...!
“No coffee!” he yells as he steps down the stairs to the front door, fumbling into his flip flops. “Let’s go, Ray!"
Oh, Brad, you rock so hard.
Dude. Love this AU passionately.
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Thanks! It's amazing to write!
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This little universe you created? Kills me dead.
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