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I've got a job!
I'm now a door-to-door salesperson for AAPT smartchat. Go figure. Anyway, it's full time over the summer and I start Monday! Crazy stuff, eh? I just went for a kind of trial thing today and apparently everyone liked me because the boss offered me a position right at the end of my trial! Lots of moneyfor this job, apparently, which is good!
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_green_, I'm writing your hurt/comfort fic, but for some reason it's LONG. Almost 2000 words already and nowhere near done yet! I don't post WIPs, so you'll see it when it decides it's finished! Sorry. I did write a The OC fic tonight though!
Gacked fromnaughtyevil and tobymalfoy
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Green Queen
Pairing: Ryan/Seth The OC
Rating: PG13/light R
Summary: Seth's foot is permanantly lodged in his mouth.
Disclaimer: There are three types of lies. Lies, damned lies and statistics. Fortunately, this only fits the first of these categories.
A/N: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre "Interjection" challenge. Ryan/Seth The OC, my first! Inspired by conversations with Lea about sex on the beach. Sex, not the drink.
Sex on the Beach
“Wait! Hey, c’mon, Seth. Wait,” yelled Ryan across the beach.
Ahead of him Seth stormed, fuming, holding his sandals in his hand and swinging them so hard in his desperation to evade Ryan that they were hitting him alternately in the elbow and the side.
“Go away, Ryan, okay? Just piss off.”
”Seth, you know I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, you really are my best friend, I just…I wasn’t thinking clearly, okay?”
”You never are when you’re around Marissa, are you?” Seth called back, huffing in frustration. He hastily weighed the pros and cons of the situation and decided that yelling back and forth across a long stretch of beach would only a) wear out his vocal chords and b) alert everyone in the damn county that he and Ryan were fighting, which more than a few people would probably be happy to hear. So he stopped, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, which is hard to do in half-wet sand that sinks beneath your toes. Ryan had never seen Seth in a more girly position, and he’s seen Seth in a lot of positions, some in daydreams Seth would never know about. He caught up to Seth and tried to pat his shoulder but Seth pulled away.
“I didn’t mean—“
”What I don’t understand is why you’re my best friend, though,” Seth began, and Ryan could feel a rant coming on so he stayed a step behind Seth, allowing him to have a clear path ahead of him. Ryan had seen too many accidents where Seth ran into people, arms gesticulating wildly as he tried to illustrate a point. “I mean, you come from, like, the hood in Chino and your family was, well, you know your family. And yet you grew up so totally cool, and then Dad comes and helps you and you come live with us and you decide you like me. Not that I’m complaining, but you’re what, some cool, high-IQ good-looking tough guy who can make a good Sex on the Beach and get any girl he wants, including Marissa who’s just—I mean, everybody wanted her in school, even I wanted her in, like, 7th grade when my brain wasn’t plugged in yet and I didn’t really appreciate the beauty of good punk music. And I’m like, this ugly skinny geek who everybody hates and who puts his foot—in—his, oh, God, I mean, um.” He stopped, turned, and looked at Ryan, biting his bottom lip. “Can I go back and start over?”
“You think I’m good looking?”
”Well, just because I’m a straight guy who’s like, not gay at all, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you know, it doesn’t mean I don’t know a good looking guy when I see one. I mean, um, girls seem to appreciate you, and you know, you have really big…arms. And.” Seth trailed off, and Ryan felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth even as Seth frowned and blushed furiously. Seth crossed his arms and stormed off again.
Ryan saw Seth rub his arms in the early evening chill, and jogged up beside him, tossing his own sun-warmed towel around his friend’s shoulders. Seth glared a little and threw it onto the ground, flopping onto it.
“Why can’t I control my damn mouth?” he whined as Ryan sat beside him. Seth was careful not to have any physical contact with Ryan, which was hard because Ryan kept leaning closer to him for some reason. “Um. Ryan,” he said, as Ryan’s left side came into full contact with his right. Ryan turned to look at him, smiling enigmatically, his eyes dark. Seth’s jaw dropped a little.
“Sex on the Beach?" Ryan asked, his tone somewhat suggestive.
"Somebody needs to shut me up."
"I can help with that," Ryan said, leaning in. Suddenly Ryan’s lips were on Seth’s, and it was even better than Seth had imagined—well, okay, not better, because Seth had a pretty good imagination and he’d certainly imagined it enough times, but just as good and very, very different, because Ryan was strong and he really knew what he was going—and Seth sunk into him, melting a little. He lifted his hand to slide up the muscles on Ryan’s stomach, chest, shoulders, down his arms. When Ryan slipped his hand into the front of Seth’s swimming trunks, he knew he was gone.
Sandy noticed Ryan and Seth’s odd behaviour at dinner, but he didn’t think Kirsten did and he decided he might have a little chat with her about sexuality and teenagers and Seth in particular before he brought it up over the dinner table. Most of it wasn’t very unusual, just your average flirting, awkward silences and constant excuses to be near one another. However Seth’s squirming and brushing off underneath his shirt and under his shorts had him a little worried.
He cornered him in the kitchen during the cleaning up, after sending Ryan back out to pick up some more plates with Kirsten.
“Why did you keep wriggling like that all through dinner?” he asked bluntly but quietly. Seth flushed furiously.
“Um…just sand, Dad.”
Seth had fled the room by the time the information had processed.
“Sand?!?”
Elijah's tattoo.
Pics of the Boys at the London prem.
Dom and his date, apparently. *heissocute*
Dominic. Cut your fringe. I like your eyes and would like to see them, please.
so pretty!!! I love this pic of Billy.
Billy just looks really good to me at this premiere.
Same jacket again.
Okay, not a boy. But Emma at the London RotK premiere. Nice to see she has good taste in films. And probably boys too, if this is what she's seeing!
Karma Chameleon
Green Queen
I'm now a door-to-door salesperson for AAPT smartchat. Go figure. Anyway, it's full time over the summer and I start Monday! Crazy stuff, eh? I just went for a kind of trial thing today and apparently everyone liked me because the boss offered me a position right at the end of my trial! Lots of moneyfor this job, apparently, which is good!
Meanwhile,
_green_, I'm writing your hurt/comfort fic, but for some reason it's LONG. Almost 2000 words already and nowhere near done yet! I don't post WIPs, so you'll see it when it decides it's finished! Sorry. I did write a The OC fic tonight though!Gacked from
naughtyevil and tobymalfoyI know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Green Queen
Pairing: Ryan/Seth The OC
Rating: PG13/light R
Summary: Seth's foot is permanantly lodged in his mouth.
Disclaimer: There are three types of lies. Lies, damned lies and statistics. Fortunately, this only fits the first of these categories.
A/N: For the
contrelamontre "Interjection" challenge. Ryan/Seth The OC, my first! Inspired by conversations with Lea about sex on the beach. Sex, not the drink.Sex on the Beach
“Wait! Hey, c’mon, Seth. Wait,” yelled Ryan across the beach.
Ahead of him Seth stormed, fuming, holding his sandals in his hand and swinging them so hard in his desperation to evade Ryan that they were hitting him alternately in the elbow and the side.
“Go away, Ryan, okay? Just piss off.”
”Seth, you know I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, you really are my best friend, I just…I wasn’t thinking clearly, okay?”
”You never are when you’re around Marissa, are you?” Seth called back, huffing in frustration. He hastily weighed the pros and cons of the situation and decided that yelling back and forth across a long stretch of beach would only a) wear out his vocal chords and b) alert everyone in the damn county that he and Ryan were fighting, which more than a few people would probably be happy to hear. So he stopped, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently, which is hard to do in half-wet sand that sinks beneath your toes. Ryan had never seen Seth in a more girly position, and he’s seen Seth in a lot of positions, some in daydreams Seth would never know about. He caught up to Seth and tried to pat his shoulder but Seth pulled away.
“I didn’t mean—“
”What I don’t understand is why you’re my best friend, though,” Seth began, and Ryan could feel a rant coming on so he stayed a step behind Seth, allowing him to have a clear path ahead of him. Ryan had seen too many accidents where Seth ran into people, arms gesticulating wildly as he tried to illustrate a point. “I mean, you come from, like, the hood in Chino and your family was, well, you know your family. And yet you grew up so totally cool, and then Dad comes and helps you and you come live with us and you decide you like me. Not that I’m complaining, but you’re what, some cool, high-IQ good-looking tough guy who can make a good Sex on the Beach and get any girl he wants, including Marissa who’s just—I mean, everybody wanted her in school, even I wanted her in, like, 7th grade when my brain wasn’t plugged in yet and I didn’t really appreciate the beauty of good punk music. And I’m like, this ugly skinny geek who everybody hates and who puts his foot—in—his, oh, God, I mean, um.” He stopped, turned, and looked at Ryan, biting his bottom lip. “Can I go back and start over?”
“You think I’m good looking?”
”Well, just because I’m a straight guy who’s like, not gay at all, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you know, it doesn’t mean I don’t know a good looking guy when I see one. I mean, um, girls seem to appreciate you, and you know, you have really big…arms. And.” Seth trailed off, and Ryan felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth even as Seth frowned and blushed furiously. Seth crossed his arms and stormed off again.
Ryan saw Seth rub his arms in the early evening chill, and jogged up beside him, tossing his own sun-warmed towel around his friend’s shoulders. Seth glared a little and threw it onto the ground, flopping onto it.
“Why can’t I control my damn mouth?” he whined as Ryan sat beside him. Seth was careful not to have any physical contact with Ryan, which was hard because Ryan kept leaning closer to him for some reason. “Um. Ryan,” he said, as Ryan’s left side came into full contact with his right. Ryan turned to look at him, smiling enigmatically, his eyes dark. Seth’s jaw dropped a little.
“Sex on the Beach?" Ryan asked, his tone somewhat suggestive.
"Somebody needs to shut me up."
"I can help with that," Ryan said, leaning in. Suddenly Ryan’s lips were on Seth’s, and it was even better than Seth had imagined—well, okay, not better, because Seth had a pretty good imagination and he’d certainly imagined it enough times, but just as good and very, very different, because Ryan was strong and he really knew what he was going—and Seth sunk into him, melting a little. He lifted his hand to slide up the muscles on Ryan’s stomach, chest, shoulders, down his arms. When Ryan slipped his hand into the front of Seth’s swimming trunks, he knew he was gone.
Sandy noticed Ryan and Seth’s odd behaviour at dinner, but he didn’t think Kirsten did and he decided he might have a little chat with her about sexuality and teenagers and Seth in particular before he brought it up over the dinner table. Most of it wasn’t very unusual, just your average flirting, awkward silences and constant excuses to be near one another. However Seth’s squirming and brushing off underneath his shirt and under his shorts had him a little worried.
He cornered him in the kitchen during the cleaning up, after sending Ryan back out to pick up some more plates with Kirsten.
“Why did you keep wriggling like that all through dinner?” he asked bluntly but quietly. Seth flushed furiously.
“Um…just sand, Dad.”
Seth had fled the room by the time the information had processed.
“Sand?!?”
Elijah's tattoo.
Pics of the Boys at the London prem.
Dom and his date, apparently. *heissocute*
Dominic. Cut your fringe. I like your eyes and would like to see them, please.
so pretty!!! I love this pic of Billy.
Billy just looks really good to me at this premiere.
Same jacket again.
Okay, not a boy. But Emma at the London RotK premiere. Nice to see she has good taste in films. And probably boys too, if this is what she's seeing!
Karma Chameleon
Green Queen
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Don't you EVER apologize for the length of a fic! LOL
*hugs you tightly*
Thank you. :)
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