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a room filled up with mosquitoes by falseeeyelashes (R)
Fandom Category: Community
Pairing: Britta Perry/Jeff Winger
Fic Title: a room filled up with mosquitoes
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Link: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/264751.html
Rating/Warning(s): R / spoilers up to 1.09 Debate 109
Genre: Post-Episode, Comedy, Romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Because this author has Britta's inner voice nailed down; finding the voice of the characters is such an important thing in fanfiction (it can pretty much make or brake your first person narrative), and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] does such a good job with her diction and style choices to make sure that the dialogue (and Britta's inner monologues) sound like something fans would hear on the show.
So. Jeff and Annie. Right. Britta can’t decide what offends her more: the fact that Jeff actually is some creepy cradle robber, or the fact that Shirley told her they kissed with the kind of gravitas one usually reserves for telling someone that, like, a loved one died or something tragic.
So, cornered in the bathroom, Britta says, “ew,” and scrunches her face up, and oh god, Annie is basically a decade younger than her. Britta, like, bought her first training bra when this chick was still learning how to walk.
“I know, baby,” Shirley says and pats Britta on the shoulder before hauling her into a hug. “It’s okay to cry, sweetie. Let them tears out. Does the body good.”
Rather than argue, Britta just takes a deep breath and reads the STD poster behind Shirley’s head. “Condoms are catchy, too!” it says.
Shirley pulls back. “Wanna key his car?”
Pairing: Britta Perry/Jeff Winger
Fic Title: a room filled up with mosquitoes
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Link: http://falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com/264751.html
Rating/Warning(s): R / spoilers up to 1.09 Debate 109
Genre: Post-Episode, Comedy, Romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Because this author has Britta's inner voice nailed down; finding the voice of the characters is such an important thing in fanfiction (it can pretty much make or brake your first person narrative), and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] does such a good job with her diction and style choices to make sure that the dialogue (and Britta's inner monologues) sound like something fans would hear on the show.
So. Jeff and Annie. Right. Britta can’t decide what offends her more: the fact that Jeff actually is some creepy cradle robber, or the fact that Shirley told her they kissed with the kind of gravitas one usually reserves for telling someone that, like, a loved one died or something tragic.
So, cornered in the bathroom, Britta says, “ew,” and scrunches her face up, and oh god, Annie is basically a decade younger than her. Britta, like, bought her first training bra when this chick was still learning how to walk.
“I know, baby,” Shirley says and pats Britta on the shoulder before hauling her into a hug. “It’s okay to cry, sweetie. Let them tears out. Does the body good.”
Rather than argue, Britta just takes a deep breath and reads the STD poster behind Shirley’s head. “Condoms are catchy, too!” it says.
Shirley pulls back. “Wanna key his car?”