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SNAFU by Topaz (NC-17)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Howie/Nick
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topaz119
Author Website: Just For Fun
Why this must be read: This one is rather short, but I've loved it for ages so I had to include it. The take Topaz has on Howie/Nick here is pretty different from the norm, but it rings very true to me. They're dysfunctional, they can't communicate worth a damn, and they don't see what's right in front of them. But Nick is willing to try. The language in this story is absolutely stunning and the voices really feel like they're down pat. I have nothing but the highest praise for this one.
"Bastard," Howie spat. "Prick."
Nick stopped playing. "Shit, D," he said. "What'd this one do?"
Howie shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible. Nick let it drop, because it didn't really matter, but whatever it was, Howie hadn't been this pissed off when one of the jerks had "accidentally" left the water running in the spa bathtub on his way out and flooded half the house.
"Play," Howie said. "Please?" he added, sounding almost guilty and only Howie would feel bad about demanding a song from a guy with a guitar. Nick thought for a second and then tried for the song Howie'd taught him back when he first started messing around with a guitar. It was old fashioned and traditional, not quite flamenco, which was totally beyond his ability, but he must not have messed it up too bad, because Howie leaned back and rested his head on the couch and sang softly. Someday, Nick was going to ask him what the lyrics meant, but later, because they sounded sad and Nick was supposed to be distracting Howie, not making things worse.
SNAFU
Pairing: Howie/Nick
Author on LJ:
topaz119Author Website: Just For Fun
Why this must be read: This one is rather short, but I've loved it for ages so I had to include it. The take Topaz has on Howie/Nick here is pretty different from the norm, but it rings very true to me. They're dysfunctional, they can't communicate worth a damn, and they don't see what's right in front of them. But Nick is willing to try. The language in this story is absolutely stunning and the voices really feel like they're down pat. I have nothing but the highest praise for this one.
"Bastard," Howie spat. "Prick."
Nick stopped playing. "Shit, D," he said. "What'd this one do?"
Howie shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible. Nick let it drop, because it didn't really matter, but whatever it was, Howie hadn't been this pissed off when one of the jerks had "accidentally" left the water running in the spa bathtub on his way out and flooded half the house.
"Play," Howie said. "Please?" he added, sounding almost guilty and only Howie would feel bad about demanding a song from a guy with a guitar. Nick thought for a second and then tried for the song Howie'd taught him back when he first started messing around with a guitar. It was old fashioned and traditional, not quite flamenco, which was totally beyond his ability, but he must not have messed it up too bad, because Howie leaned back and rested his head on the couch and sang softly. Someday, Nick was going to ask him what the lyrics meant, but later, because they sounded sad and Nick was supposed to be distracting Howie, not making things worse.
SNAFU
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