It's my livejournal's one year anniversary. So I shall give you all some porn

I'm shameless, you see. Shamelessly addicted to The O.C.. A year ago, I wouldn't know that torchthisnow is like crack, only in a good, complimentary way.

She says, "Reg, I want you to write me a fic!"

I say, "Well, um, I don't want to."

And then she says, "You don't love me! *sob*"

I, while not a practicing Catholic, but have absorbed all the guilt, respond with, "*sigh* As you wish."

Damn you, Molly! But also, I rejoice, for she acts as a bizarre muse, one who is a kickass writer and also really fun to act all fangirl-y with.

But didn't I promise tasty, scandalous, funny, and naughty porn? Why yes, I did. Have at it.

Molly and I co-authored this one. *G* Enjoy.

Word Porn
Authors: Regala Electra and MollyTM
Summary: Hotter than a hot thing. Or, how words cannot fail you during The Sex.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Seth (mentions of Anna/Summer)
Warnings: slash, sexual situations, language
Author's Notes: Born out of me and MollyTM chatting on AIM about the wonderful way that Seth just cannot shut up. And what it would take for Ryan to make Seth quiet. The title comes from Molly's delicious SV/O.C. crossover Places You Know (featuring Ryan/Seth, Chloe/Ryan, Chloe/Seth, and Seth/Chloe/Ryan).

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"Okay. Hey, oh, sorry, I'm interrupting, right? I'd go, but I'm sort of panicking and did I say hey already, 'cause, hey. Anyway, did you hear about - I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, and in fact, it's actually really, really hot if I think about it. But it's still very, very weird. Weird in the 'going to school in your Star Wars boxers' kind of way. And man, it was hot. But still I'm, I'm sort of flustered, and I'm interrupting your, uh, dude, what are you doing?"

Ryan takes a moment to stare at a very anxious Seth. His bewilderment is evident in his voice when he finally replies, "I'm studying."

"I can see that, but unless I've woken up in an unrealized reality - although, being John Crichton would be so cool. Except I think the leather pants would probably chafe. Anyway, I mean, what are you studying?"

"I've known you for over a year. I should be able to understand you by now," Ryan replies. "But you have defied all expectations."

"I'm a man of many skills," Seth says proudly, pacing through the pool house.

"Do you want to tell me what's up, or should I just sit here and gape at you for a few more minutes?"

"No, I have to tell you. Because something is up, Ryan. Something is up, indeed." Seth paces around for another thirty seconds before finally announcing, "I walked into a scene that would have been *so* awesome, if it were not for the fact that the two people I walked in on were the delectable Summer and the scrumptious Anna. They were conducting what can only be described as old-school mackage, Ryan. Macking. Summer. And Anna. And after my brain exploded and I learned that fantasies are completely different when they become reality - and why does nobody tell you that? - they said they'd been dating for the past month and, you know what? I'm dizzy. Oh, God, I'm gonna pass out."

And with that statement, he falls onto the couch next to Ryan, landing right on a pile of scattered notes.

"That's probably because you haven't taken a breath since you've came in, Seth," Ryan wryly observes, capping his pen and shutting his book. "I hope I didn't just hear you call Summer and Anna 'delectable' and 'scrumptious'."

"I skipped lunch," Seth shoots back.

"I hate to bring in reason and logic here -"

"Well, please, go right ahead. I already know that this is a wacky alternate universe, like on Buffy, only without vampires and without Willow in bondage wear. You're all doppelgangers of my Real World Friends. But not the MTV Real World because that's a sad, sad shell of its former glory. Although I don't think 'glory' is really a word you can use to label reality TV of any kind," he rambles, his hands gesturing around Ryan's body to suggest he's a copy, or something.

Ryan *still* hasn't quite figured out how Seth's mind works, and he fears that the day he does, he will have lost his mind.

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edited because the sex is NOT a dream sequence

merrily

D'oh, my lj anniversary is the 19th. At midnight, pretty much exactly. Heh, I'm a bit of a night owl.

I got my Angel Book of Days challenge. It's a character I've never written before, I've in fact purposely killed off in several fics so not to deal with said character. It'll be a true, honest-to-goodness challenge, but I'm up for it.

Think I'll go write some fic now and maybe try to set up an interesting entry for my lj anniversary. But knowing me, it'll probably just be rambling and pointless. It's what I do best, you see.