It was all build-up, really. And food.

[hardparade]

I might have to do regular updates of these, they're amazing. My fic's on LJ now so these ones have bits of that, which is fun.

Also porn, which I still would never ever read it unless Skandar has some important involvement. Oh, wait, no, I just made that up.
(I love this, it sounds like it could be an actual part of one of my entries.)

Skandar was jealous of all the umbrellas in his dressing gown doing sudoku!
(THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD.)

You know? Anyway, I asked Ben for more than her, and he will be forever thankful for that. "It means there's still more to give it to be," Ben says, chuckling as he watches Anna flushed and breathless and sticky all over, in desperate need of a standstill and felt more relieved than he thought it would go back to the knuckle, letting Skandar get closer.
(This is so weird, because it sounds like a Ben/Anna/Skandar threesome, and I'm totally writing one of those.)

She supposes they're pretty fucking close already at the cameras, his heart in his boxers.
(...That...shouldn't be there.)

Things are now back to the new lube suspiciously. "Nothing that's meant to be a surprise, but I guess we got what we paid for.
(HAHAHA.)

is the new place? It's nice." "Yeah!" he says, letting himself rock forwards a little. And then a community got made. I was fucking you." Will crosses his arms, a little while now
(LOL LIVEJOURNAL-WHORE!WILL STRIKES AGAIN. Reading porn about himself and Skandar, clearly.)

Not only, now, is he worried about it from Will, and it sounds like he was the President of Mexico from 1858 until 1872. He did explain, sort of.
(President-of-Mexico!Will. I like it.)

"Georgie, I'm really not into a huge fight with Lulu in the shower -- and not arrived yet," Anna replies, "I might never , because it's cheating, apparently. I don't want me to know that."
(...I...don't know what to say about this.)

(Written over a shampoo bottle." "Right," says Anna. "Okay." Great, and now his are on top of me, really, but is trying not to imagine that it's kind of thing Will would say -- if he tried -- which may or may not be that different and it shouldn't take more than he had a pair of shoes from New Look to wear tomorrow, of course) are packed neatly into labelled boxes.
(I kind of feel like this could maybe make sense.)

Will is experiencing one of those Georgie things.
(I adore this sentence.)

Will P.'s a lovely boy, sweet and courteous and just a little too low and about ten seconds away from resorting to scissors," Anna comments, yanking on the back of his entire sexual history?
(LOL OH WILL P.)

Skandar in a hat when there must be feeling pretty much accentuates everything he loves the sex shop."
(Hahaha. Did he get the hat from the sex shop or is that not connected?)

says, the grin still not moving from her script, which Skandar imagines is going to hurt you. Ben got all thrilled at your idea of an old man in a nurse's outfit, you're probably going to keep my personal life personal' over and over again.
(BEN GOT ALL THRILLED AT YOUR IDEA OF AN OLD MAN IN A NURSE'S OUTFIT. EVEN THIS GENERATOR THING KNOWS ABOUT WEIRD!BEN.)

"Hey," he says, desperate. "She had my whole feelings about the incredible tight heat of Georgie's hair bobbles. It must, regrettably, be stated
(OH MY GOD WHAT NO.)

what might happen if Will and Anna fuck?" Skandar smirks at him, "but now you should leave." Ben looks down at him. "It just sort of cheering and saying something about narnia_dazzle , tbh
(I want to hear Ben and Skandar having this conversation.)

and whispers, "Tell me you're kidding. Oh, god, I can't believe you're dissing my stationery, it's all I've got! We ARE out in germany.
(THERE IS NO GOOD STATIONERY IN GERMANY, TRUFAX.)

Ben raises his eyebrows disbelievingly. "That's not what it is, of course, it's just that to me, Some people are so not as good as Daniel Radcliffe"
(WHAT'S WITH THIS ONGOING THEME ABOUT DANRAD BEING BETTER THAN PEOPLE?)

A particularly beautiful photo of some old guy in particular?" Ben asks, resting his chin on Will's shoulder, speaking so quietly that he's been held up.
(Lololol it's true, Ben has a thing for ~older men~.)

Yeah, from the LWW movie companion book, to use as reference for when we were supposed to know how to talk to you about your hair, but probably not quite interrogating her, but then again, there's a downside to everything. Are you absolutely sure? I mean, though. I only have a plan and arriving on set, from various people. It was all build-up, really. And food." Ben nods, then points towards the door immediately.
(This almost makes sense to me. I feel like this is weird!Ben kind of introducing himself to the others on the first day of filming, in a totally cracked-out way of course. I love it.)

"It's okay, Will," Ben continues, gently. "But it's not even be Spanish. Or, it might be having problems accepting your sexuality. And I LOVE YOU.
(*DIES* OH WEIRD!BEN.)

Written in large block letters on a torn scrap of the dildo. "What?"
(I read this as being like, an out-take from Correspondence and lol'd a lot.)

she doesn't notice that she's ready for bed yet. Georgie heads straight for the kink meme
(...Hee.)

Warnings: Real person slash Summary: A series of letters exchanged between Will and Georgie Henley to the fastenings of his furniture in the corner of his life.
(I may even prefer this to the original summary of Correspondence.)

He wanked off later in his throat and he's hard, but his thoughts nag at him, a little too interested in Anna's simple, neat, schoolteacher-like handwriting.
(Skandar gets off on Anna's handwriting?)

And when Skandar's hand disappearing under Anna's skirt, and nearly gets stuck inside a tangle of vest-top and bra in her head against Will's neck.
(How'd that happen?)

"You told me to get used to think Skandar is sleeping back in a stairwell. Done. Flashbacks -- he's coming, his release a complete idiot. Maybe it doesn't even make sense, but Skandar understands him, nodding, eyes closed as he pulls at the bed, locates his trousers, and pulls out a huge difficulty for him to put that in, in an interview, and it was nice, though."
(Skandar's sleeping in a stairwell and his release is a complete idiot. *nods*)

God, she can see her eyes, but then he grins, widely, straightening back up and was like someone had taken a hot young girl and given her Georgie's voice and personality and all but he's not going to be your grandfather just because they went up a cup size
(LOL THE LAST BIT.)

Skandar is biting his lip hard, his hand slowly working his cock. He nuzzles closer, lips against her shoulder. She tries to get a record deal. Don't worry about anything.
(...)

She can feel her hot and silky-slick all around him, and dancing to Take On Me by A-Ha
(HAHAHAHA.)

Skandar picks up the pace, pushing up-off-down-in, and Will leans down, her hands on her hips. "What? It's not as good as Daniel Radcliffe" and it fails every time, I think you should probably come back to when he finds out.
(Clearly, Daniel Radcliffe is just better than...everything.)

It turns out Michael is just great. :D I liked writing their struggle to accept their feelings for each other, hot and raw with a rod.
(Benito would approve of the phrase 'hot and raw with a rod', I think.)

Everyone's already saying I'm being overly-romantic or something though. Also, can you fuck me?"
(That IS awfully romantic.)

and when Will opens his eyes dark and boring, so I insisted on taking them (and my Mum) to go faster and more erratically against Skandar, but it may as well do it right.
(...What. I don't think I want to know.)

Skandar mumbles as Will did because he doesn't have the actor playing his Mum fussing about tableclothes and napkins and candlesticks. And he knows how quickly gossip spreads. So where does that leave him freaking out in fluorescent headgear and dance to '80s music? If so, send photos.

Will applies the lube, slicking himself up with a pretty good chance of being taken seriously in the face and received a week's worth of detentions, but it may as well do it anymore and collapses, and Peter comes running in, pushes him away, and then pulls out a packet containing a fairly small dildo, Will almost chokes with laughter, and Skandar's faces, whatever they are. It was good rum, though.
(The last sentence is the best bit of this, of course, but for some reason I can't stop giggling over 'with a pretty good chance of being taken seriously in the face' ahahahaha oh god.)