So, it's been much, much too long since I last posted anything. I blame this on my computer that died of a nasty virus and my lack of anything other than a spiffy Android phone to keep myself entertained with fanfictions and reviewing and the like. :c
I do, however, have much more time to write stuff in between the stresses of high-school life, including harsh breakups and haters. I did have some of this pretty decent NoCo oneshot typed up in my email drafts, buuuut it decided to erase itself when I tried editing a bit on my phone. D: To make up for it, and for my writer's block, I took the advice of a writer and decided to take a few songs and turn them into cute little drabble/ficlet things.
Soooo I'm going to try to keep this series up for a while; maybe give you guys about 30 of these things, 2 a chapter? I really don't know what the pairings will be for now. I really like writing Yaoi, so you guys will get to read about gay men's shenanigans just about every chapter. :D For now, that's what you're getting. Have fun with these.
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p.u.t.i.t.o.n.s.h.u.f.f.l.e.a.n.d.r.e.p.e.a.t.
Do You Remember? – Jay Sean.
Pairing: Noah/Cody.
Genre: romance/light angst.
Noah lay back on the plush brown duvet covering his small twin bed, head hitting the pillow with a muffled thud. He kicked off his sneakers and pondered the long day of school. The students generally enjoyed their class president's presence like always. Well, except for the few that actually had the guts to say anything. The bookworm had too much power and too many connections to actually have many tormentors, despite his sharp tongue, high IQ, and homosexuality.
There was one little thing that was out of the ordinary; a mousy-haired, gap-toothed little thing named Cody that made Noah unsure of the confidence he'd spent years building. You see, after World Tour, the boy's father had gotten transferred to a branch of the company he worked for in Montreal, which just so happened to be where Noah lived. Cody had begun going to the other's high school, much to the snarker's delight. The two boys had been keeping a relationship relatively under wraps since the island, with only Izzy and Eva knowing. This location change would be the perfect chance for the two to get to know each other on a more personal level without cameras watching their every move.
That was four months ago. During those four months, the scrawny tech-geek had been given everything Noah could possibly give: his heart; his complete devotion; his bed that one time Cody's father kicked him out after admitting he was gay; his virginity… During those four months, Cody had developed a physical and emotional attraction for the local musician, Trent. He'd also shredded the bookworm's heart to woo said boy, who not only was straight, but had a girlfriend…
Yet Noah had worked painstakingly hard to put back together the tattered remains of his heart and find it in said organ to forgive Cody eventually. He did it mostly by remembering all of the good times they'd shared: all the video games they had spent hour after hour playing and defeating; all the easy conversations that went into the wee hours of the morning on the phone; all the secrets whispered into ears before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms; all the tears wept during the hard times, even while the breakup itself was going on… It was enough to keep Noah grasping to the small, recurring thought that Cody still loved him. As sensible as it would be to let it go, he just couldn't, and he'd fight with all the strength he could muster to get Cody back.
And next time, he wouldn't let that blue-eyed boy out of his grasp again...
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Six Feet Under the Stars – All Time Low.
Pairing: Duncan/Noah. [one-sided, I suppose.]
Genre: humor/romance.
Another cold winter's day in Toronto. Snow was falling lightly outside the small club a nineteen-year-old Duncan loved to frequent so much. Great local bands, great service, and enough liquor to keep a good buzz going for the entire night. What could possibly be better?
Oh, right, maybe the fact that the punk had a date for the first time in ages since Gwen had broken up with him three months earlier to get back with Trent; the musician's charm was just irresistible enough for the Goth to say "I want to be just friends". But he really liked this one; he didn't want to screw up and make things awkward between the two of them after this.
So he'd spent about two hours in this dark corner, sitting in this booth next to the shorter teen and going on about his opinions about the world and how it was going straight to hell, thanks to the economy and the wars and all that other good stuff. He wasn't too horribly shocked to find that they both shared the same cynical thoughts, a first in a date.
He tried not to make a move that was too bold, but the arm he'd had wrapped around their thin waist almost possessively wasn't tugged away earlier, so the punk assumed the other didn't mind. Plus, after three servings of liver cancer in a glass, Duncan discovered he was a good kisser. Really good.
Speaking of kissing, he hadn't noticed a pair of dark, Jaeger-tinged lips almost eagerly pressed against his own, dark brown hair mussed and falling into dark eyes. This kid was an adorable drunk, so affectionate and so unlike the hard-faced, sarcastic jerk he was hours ago when he was sober. He wanted to make a move on this kid before his high-and-mighty attitude returned.
Resisting the very strong urge to comply for a little game of tonsil hockey, Duncan muttered against the other's lips, the sweet stench of alcohol in his breath, "Hey Princess. You want my number? Maybe we could get together again sometime."
Thin fingers ran through the green Mohawk that lay askew from lack of product, emitting a shudder from the older teen. "Hmm…? Oh, sure, Dunc… Y-You're a pretty great guy, you know that?"
Duncan chuckled; the boy was hammered beyond belief. "Well, thanks, Noah; you're not too bad yourself. I mean that in more than one way, of course…" A smirk flitted across his lips as he ran his tongue across the boy's lips, the sharp cold of his tongue piercing sending shivers through him.
Let's just hope he likes me without the beer goggles, he thought with an uncharacteristic uncertainty.
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Yay, you guys finally have something to actually read from me again. Hope you enjoyed! Perhaps you'll come back for more? I sure hope so. Rate and review; any constructive criticism, praise, flames, and/or pairing suggestions are welcomed! :D
Hasta pronto, mi lectoreshermosas! [See you soon, my lovely readers!]
- Female Darkish Cody. 3