The Final Kiss
No RL updates today. ("Thank God" you're probably all thinking. I know. *wink*) So anyway, I've been horribly neglectful of everyone's flists, although I did read them today. I've missed 15minuteficlets like hell, so I have for you today the word for like, three weeks ago I think. The next couple words are good, so I'll be doing those soon (hopefully).
This is--omg drumroll please--NOT written in Potterverse. I know! It's crazy. But I made a post a while ago about miracle_slash, and boy, have I fallen in love. So on that note, my fic for the word "flood," OC/Mac, 265. A little confusing probably, as always, and if you like it, go write Miracle slash! The fandom needs to GROW!!
For all of you who don't know or haven't seen the movie, it's about the 1980 Olympic hockey team. The movie came out last year, and when I saw it the second time I was into fandom, and once it got on Encore roughly three times a week, I was slashing it so badly. Hence I went on Livejournal and found others who share my insane interests. ♥! I'm reading The Boys of Winter, the book on them, right now, so more of this will be coming.
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Disclaimer: Miracle belongs to Disney. The characters belong to themselves. No disrespect is meant and none of this ever happened.
A/N: There's a bit at the end when I make a note of Mac kissing with his eyes closed. This is in there only because I have a thing for boys kissing with their eyes open. Anything other than that is cause for speculation.
Oh, and I really do apologize for the fragments.
Ice he could take. He knew it and lived it and loved it. Fire, well sure. It was elemental, necessary. Passion. Aggression. Strength. But with his veins flowing with alcohol and his eyes unnaturally bright, he couldn’t behave or think or feel or see how he knew he should be. Fucking insane.
It was like a flood, sweeping him away. Mac’s gaze shifted, not strong enough to see what was written so plainly in the other boy’s eyes. As strange as it was, he couldn’t deny it was real. Everything he had ever known was being swept away.
He saw OC walk across the room towards Rizzo, but for once he wasn’t seeing him through a filter of hate and unattached curiosity. He licked his dry lips and blamed the beer. On everything. Mac thought he saw OC glance his way, but he knew that it wasn’t real. Fucking crazy.
OC moves against him and Mac screams to himself that something is wrong. All he can hear is silence, and all he can feel are calloused fingers brushing gently against his skin. He feels the need for their comfortable enmity, his intensity and his instincts. But the look in OC’s eyes means more, and Mac can’t stand to meet it. He sees in Jack what he denies in himself, and admits defeat in that Jack can handle it. His lips meet OC’s neck and his teeth scrape over jaw and collarbone and throat. But when he kisses, his eyes are closed, for this way he doesn’t have to face what he knows he truly feels.
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I'll probably do one in HP, only because flood is such a good word.
And Holy Shit!! DV 16 part 2! SQUEEEEEE!!!!
This is--omg drumroll please--NOT written in Potterverse. I know! It's crazy. But I made a post a while ago about miracle_slash, and boy, have I fallen in love. So on that note, my fic for the word "flood," OC/Mac, 265. A little confusing probably, as always, and if you like it, go write Miracle slash! The fandom needs to GROW!!
For all of you who don't know or haven't seen the movie, it's about the 1980 Olympic hockey team. The movie came out last year, and when I saw it the second time I was into fandom, and once it got on Encore roughly three times a week, I was slashing it so badly. Hence I went on Livejournal and found others who share my insane interests. ♥! I'm reading The Boys of Winter, the book on them, right now, so more of this will be coming.
--
Disclaimer: Miracle belongs to Disney. The characters belong to themselves. No disrespect is meant and none of this ever happened.
A/N: There's a bit at the end when I make a note of Mac kissing with his eyes closed. This is in there only because I have a thing for boys kissing with their eyes open. Anything other than that is cause for speculation.
Oh, and I really do apologize for the fragments.
Ice he could take. He knew it and lived it and loved it. Fire, well sure. It was elemental, necessary. Passion. Aggression. Strength. But with his veins flowing with alcohol and his eyes unnaturally bright, he couldn’t behave or think or feel or see how he knew he should be. Fucking insane.
It was like a flood, sweeping him away. Mac’s gaze shifted, not strong enough to see what was written so plainly in the other boy’s eyes. As strange as it was, he couldn’t deny it was real. Everything he had ever known was being swept away.
He saw OC walk across the room towards Rizzo, but for once he wasn’t seeing him through a filter of hate and unattached curiosity. He licked his dry lips and blamed the beer. On everything. Mac thought he saw OC glance his way, but he knew that it wasn’t real. Fucking crazy.
OC moves against him and Mac screams to himself that something is wrong. All he can hear is silence, and all he can feel are calloused fingers brushing gently against his skin. He feels the need for their comfortable enmity, his intensity and his instincts. But the look in OC’s eyes means more, and Mac can’t stand to meet it. He sees in Jack what he denies in himself, and admits defeat in that Jack can handle it. His lips meet OC’s neck and his teeth scrape over jaw and collarbone and throat. But when he kisses, his eyes are closed, for this way he doesn’t have to face what he knows he truly feels.
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I'll probably do one in HP, only because flood is such a good word.
And Holy Shit!! DV 16 part 2! SQUEEEEEE!!!!