Title: Something's Gotta Give
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,030
Summary: Secret Santa gift for Rycolfan on prompt: Colin, fed up with Ryan never calling and determined to see more of him, contacts Greg, who arranges for Colin to take Chip's place in the Whose Live tour while Chip's filming Nashville.
A/N: Dear Rycol, I was all set to
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"Who's the little doggy? Who's the little puppy fou-fou? Yes you are! Yes you are! And what are we called? What are we called? Whose name are we proudly bearing?" Colin caught the collar gently between his fingers and looked at the obviously freshly written name. He blinked.
"Killfuck Soulshitter?!"
I literally sporfled across my keyboard. And your Greg is fabulous! :P
A wonderful little fic. Thank you. :D
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It would be fantastic to have Greg on hand whenever you need a bit of advice. That´s one of the reasons I loved Allie's fic about the magical GPS so much. Or: Imagine him as your invisible friend who materializes when you're blue (preferably in the morning, clad in a frilly nightshirt and a nightcap), loaded with profanities and sarcastic comments. Mmmm.
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Hee, get the feeling you're a fellow listener to Greg's podcast, you channelled him really well in this. Brilliant and very fun ficcie! :D
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Re: Podcast. Oh, do I ever. JK, I want to borrow Greg´s brain and dress it in clothes and put it next to my ID and make kissy noises. Which is kinda disturbing, I GUESS.
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^___^
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"And this is my mother," Ryan said. "We go back," he added.
Lol! I love when characters are given advice and then proceed to apply it in the wrong-est way possible.
It was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing and he wasn't out to hear the goddamn things. The nature was happening elsewhere, as God intended when She created civilization, while Greg was enjoying a gorgeous cup of cappuccino indoors in his fluffy dressing gown.
Damn, this is so multilayered and so GREG.
And "Killfuck Soulshitter" nearly caused my untimely demise. Fantastic fic -- I loved it!
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"...he wasn't out to hear the goddamn things" - is "out" permissible here? These are the times when I wish to God English were my first language.
Thaaaank yoooouuuu. :) While writing for a comm this small is a tiny bit self-punishing for a pathetic comment-whore such as me *bows effusively into bemused silence*, the perks are delicious: fab subject matter plus fab fellow shippers. Last time I enjoyed a comm so much was in indeedsir (Jeeves/Wooster). Also, kudos to the mods. So, yay :)
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Yep, I think it works fine :-)
This is a lovely comm, isn't it? I don't participate in any other fandoms so I don't really have a basis for comparison, but I like the intimacy of the WL fandom. What we lack in comment numbers we make up for in LOOOOOOOOVE.
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The other day, I've... I've..."
"What," said Greg with growing horror.
"I wrote him a poem, dude."
Both men shivered.
Pfffft! xD
PUPPY ASÑLDFJASÑFLMSDKLAFMÑSDF *grabby hands*
„And this is my mother," Ryan said. „We go back," he added, unable to stop himself in spite of a distinct feeling that this wasn't what Greg had in mind.
"I can imagine," said Colin politely. "How do you do, madam."
"Pleased to meet you. So, Colin. Ryan told us so much about you."
"He's as shifty as smoke," said Ryan, his own voice ringing unnaturally loud in his ears, "but I love him, goddammit!"
I can't stop laughing. Oh god. xD
The moment they stepped inside the trailer, Colin had Ryan slammed against the door, teeth scraping his Adam's apple, knowing fingers rubbing against the long line of his cock, and things would be processing very nicely indeed, if a small fluffy projectile didn't suddenly bounce against Colin's ankle and explode in a mini-twister of deliriously joyful yapping.That puppy is ( ... )
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Also, the smaller the mammal, the more improper the act, regardless of the animal´s age. I once refused to snog a boy in a room containing a terrarium with a very old hamster. On the other hand, were it a rabbit, I would have calmly gone the full monty. Odd thing, psyche.
JESUS CHRIST, I NEED TO GET A LIFE.
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