8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
http://lolitics-meme.livejournal.com/6006.html?thread=12462966#t12462966
And two whole people ♥ expressed interest in a less angsty follow-up. This is not a sequel but a fluffier interpretation of the prompt, in a slightly different verse, because I am a freakin' fanfic machine today! I hope you enjoy. :)
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The warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms.
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Nick's latest attempt at contact read thus:
"Want to see the match Friday? I bought a ticket, figured you'd already be sorted, come pick me up! Remember to bring emotions!
N xx"
'I hate people like you.' That was all Nick could read between the lines in the blunt email he received in reply. 'You're like the hacks who told me I was having a relapse every time I had a moment and I hate you. Leave me alone.'
What the email actually said was:
"sure. see you fri -A"
Smiling whistfully to himself, Nick typed:
"Don't sound too excited. Looking forward to it already!
N xxx"Maybe the extra kiss was a mistake, he realised as the 'sending' icon swirled on his screen and resolved itself into a cheerful 'sent' tick. Maybe the extra kiss was pushing it. But he'd received a response, hadn't he? Alastair had agreed to take him to a game, hadn't he? That alone was a step in the right direction ( ... )
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"You would," Nick sighed, "you would if you were me..." He sighed again and looked up, managing a smile: "Thanks anyway - I know you secretly agree with her," he added teasingly.
Alastair smirked despite himself. "But that's different," he shrugged, pushing back Nick's pale fringe fondly. "I'm not just some guy off the street. I know you, so I can think what I like."
"And? What do you think?"
"You're a complete puss who believes in love can't stand up for himself," Alastair announced, grin broadening as Nick gave a look of mock-hurt. "And you're a sweetheart, too, but don't let it go to your head."
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I love the football match setting, Nicks attempts to connect/ find Alastair's emotions, Alastair's gradual realization of his feelings. Then the sex- Alastair making love but still not able to look Nick in the face whilst doing so and the final sentence- absolute killer- it was adorable.
Thank you anon
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This fic is beautiful and you have talen anon!
so very real..........
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