God help me, I did it again.
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apocalypsosTitle: Play It Again, Santino
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Project Runway RPS
Pairing: Daniel/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers for: "Inspiration" (And the bonus clips on Bravo's website)
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picfor1000, with the picture featured below
Summary: "Tim Gunn" takes requests, which can be incredibly distracting.
Disclaimer: Not making any money off of this, and definitely not real, no matter what I might like to think is happening behind the door of the men's apartment when the cameras go away.
My picture:
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Play It Again, Santino
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It's when Nick comes back from the sewing room that he hears Daniel say, "Do Tim Gunn singing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.'"
All worries about Rachael and whether or not she can learn how to walk like a fucking model in the next twenty-four hours go flying from Nick's brain as Santino busts out his Tim Gunn voice. "Mary had a little lamb, designers," he says, not looking up from the bodice he's pinning together.
Daniel damn near dies, leaning over his work station and slapping the desktop. His entire body shudders as he laughs, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling when he lifts his head from the table again.
Nick thinks in a dazed sort of amusement as he walks back to his own work station that he's never heard anything as infectious as Daniel's laughter.
"Designers," Santino says in that note-perfect impression of his, jabbing another pin into his bodice, "Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, and that fleece will be your next challenge."
Daniel bends over with another burst of laughter, clutching at his sides and putting his hand over his face. Nick tries desperately to focus on his dress and his form and the whole goddamn walk-off drama, but watching Daniel means not trying to avoid looking over at Zulema and feeling a hell of a lot better because of it. He's lived with the guy since the start of the show, but he's never seen him laugh like this, like he's falling apart at the seams. Everything about him vibrates when he's lost to a case of the giggles, Nick notices, as if he's suddenly given up laughing like a normal person and has just started giving off hysterics like a fine perfume, something addictive and bubbly.like good champagne.
Hearing Daniel makes Nick want to laugh along, and it's only then that he realizes he's been laughing all along, that his sides hurt and Chloe's giggling hysterically and he's pretty sure she didn't know she was doing it until now, either.
Santino's the only one in the room not laughing, still too busy trying to find that line labeled "Stop designing here" and gleefully leap across it. His poker face during his notorious Tim Gunn impressions amazes the hell out of Nick, the way he even manages to get that part of Tim down to a science. Nick always has to resist the urge to go looking for Tim, and half-expects to find him passed out on the floor of his office and astral-projecting into Santino's body.
A hell of a vacation spot, Nick thinks, but it would explain a lot.
And then Daniel catches his breath and says, "Do Tim Gunn singing the theme to 'The Greatest American Hero'," and the whole cycle just starts all over again.
It's way too hard to concentrate like this, with Daniel tossing out song titles -- "Oh, do Tim singing 'I Touch Myself'" -- and Santino responding like a trained dog or something. But it's a choice between this and staring at the form trying to get inspiration from the "elongated marshmallow," as Tim so eloquently put it. The responsible part of his brain keeps trying to dredge up some artistic vision with the mental image of a model the color of cheap cheesecake filling and about as much vibrance, but the rest of his brain is too busy focusing on --
"Dude, if you do Tim Gunn singing, 'Baby Got Back', I will love you until the day you die."
A while later, after "Tim Gunn" does a rendition of 'Closer' that pretty much leaves them all rolling on the floor, Daniel takes the top of his dress from his form with a sigh, the last of his laughter dying away for the moment. "Oh, that's the only thing that keeps me going," he says, his voice perking up for a moment as he adds, "That, and a conjugal visit."
Nick's grip on his pin slips, and it drops to the floor.
That old saying about a place being so quiet you can hear a pin drop isn't a total crock, it turns out, but Nick thinks it's really fucking unfair that dropping a pin apparently causes the same awkward silence that arises at parties right about the time you're saying something horribly embarrassing.
He's sure that the others are looking at him, that he isn't the only one who heard the sound of the straight pin hitting the floor like a two-by-four slamming against the ground. But Santino's still muttering in Tim's voice, and Chloe's too busy whispering to herself about what to do with the ribbons encircling the waist of her dress, and Daniel --
Oh, Lord, Daniel's staring at him.
Nick tries not to stare back, but it's really hard not to when he's suddenly wondering about that "conjugal visit" crack, if Daniel's already getting secret visits from somebody else in the little designer-friendly boy's club they've fashioned in 35D or whether he's requesting one. And then Nick wonders if he'd decline the invite if it were directed at him, and his brain just chugs right off on that terribly distracting track before he can stop. So much for focusing on the now with that in his head.
It's like Daniel senses exactly where Nick's mind is going, because he offers Nick a smile, soft and calm and maybe a little too encouraging, then leans over his work station once again to work on the flowing collar of his top.
If that look is supposed to keep me from being distracted, Nick thinks, that boy is so very, very wrong.
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Project Runway RPS
Pairing: Daniel/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers for: "Inspiration" (And the bonus clips on Bravo's website)
Written for:
picfor1000, with the picture featured belowSummary: "Tim Gunn" takes requests, which can be incredibly distracting.
Disclaimer: Not making any money off of this, and definitely not real, no matter what I might like to think is happening behind the door of the men's apartment when the cameras go away.
My picture:
********
Play It Again, Santino
********
It's when Nick comes back from the sewing room that he hears Daniel say, "Do Tim Gunn singing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.'"
All worries about Rachael and whether or not she can learn how to walk like a fucking model in the next twenty-four hours go flying from Nick's brain as Santino busts out his Tim Gunn voice. "Mary had a little lamb, designers," he says, not looking up from the bodice he's pinning together.
Daniel damn near dies, leaning over his work station and slapping the desktop. His entire body shudders as he laughs, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling when he lifts his head from the table again.
Nick thinks in a dazed sort of amusement as he walks back to his own work station that he's never heard anything as infectious as Daniel's laughter.
"Designers," Santino says in that note-perfect impression of his, jabbing another pin into his bodice, "Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, and that fleece will be your next challenge."
Daniel bends over with another burst of laughter, clutching at his sides and putting his hand over his face. Nick tries desperately to focus on his dress and his form and the whole goddamn walk-off drama, but watching Daniel means not trying to avoid looking over at Zulema and feeling a hell of a lot better because of it. He's lived with the guy since the start of the show, but he's never seen him laugh like this, like he's falling apart at the seams. Everything about him vibrates when he's lost to a case of the giggles, Nick notices, as if he's suddenly given up laughing like a normal person and has just started giving off hysterics like a fine perfume, something addictive and bubbly.like good champagne.
Hearing Daniel makes Nick want to laugh along, and it's only then that he realizes he's been laughing all along, that his sides hurt and Chloe's giggling hysterically and he's pretty sure she didn't know she was doing it until now, either.
Santino's the only one in the room not laughing, still too busy trying to find that line labeled "Stop designing here" and gleefully leap across it. His poker face during his notorious Tim Gunn impressions amazes the hell out of Nick, the way he even manages to get that part of Tim down to a science. Nick always has to resist the urge to go looking for Tim, and half-expects to find him passed out on the floor of his office and astral-projecting into Santino's body.
A hell of a vacation spot, Nick thinks, but it would explain a lot.
And then Daniel catches his breath and says, "Do Tim Gunn singing the theme to 'The Greatest American Hero'," and the whole cycle just starts all over again.
It's way too hard to concentrate like this, with Daniel tossing out song titles -- "Oh, do Tim singing 'I Touch Myself'" -- and Santino responding like a trained dog or something. But it's a choice between this and staring at the form trying to get inspiration from the "elongated marshmallow," as Tim so eloquently put it. The responsible part of his brain keeps trying to dredge up some artistic vision with the mental image of a model the color of cheap cheesecake filling and about as much vibrance, but the rest of his brain is too busy focusing on --
"Dude, if you do Tim Gunn singing, 'Baby Got Back', I will love you until the day you die."
A while later, after "Tim Gunn" does a rendition of 'Closer' that pretty much leaves them all rolling on the floor, Daniel takes the top of his dress from his form with a sigh, the last of his laughter dying away for the moment. "Oh, that's the only thing that keeps me going," he says, his voice perking up for a moment as he adds, "That, and a conjugal visit."
Nick's grip on his pin slips, and it drops to the floor.
That old saying about a place being so quiet you can hear a pin drop isn't a total crock, it turns out, but Nick thinks it's really fucking unfair that dropping a pin apparently causes the same awkward silence that arises at parties right about the time you're saying something horribly embarrassing.
He's sure that the others are looking at him, that he isn't the only one who heard the sound of the straight pin hitting the floor like a two-by-four slamming against the ground. But Santino's still muttering in Tim's voice, and Chloe's too busy whispering to herself about what to do with the ribbons encircling the waist of her dress, and Daniel --
Oh, Lord, Daniel's staring at him.
Nick tries not to stare back, but it's really hard not to when he's suddenly wondering about that "conjugal visit" crack, if Daniel's already getting secret visits from somebody else in the little designer-friendly boy's club they've fashioned in 35D or whether he's requesting one. And then Nick wonders if he'd decline the invite if it were directed at him, and his brain just chugs right off on that terribly distracting track before he can stop. So much for focusing on the now with that in his head.
It's like Daniel senses exactly where Nick's mind is going, because he offers Nick a smile, soft and calm and maybe a little too encouraging, then leans over his work station once again to work on the flowing collar of his top.
If that look is supposed to keep me from being distracted, Nick thinks, that boy is so very, very wrong.
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Date: 2006-01-26 10:40 pm (UTC)And this was waaaaay too awesome XD
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Date: 2006-01-26 10:51 pm (UTC)And thanks. :)
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Date: 2006-01-26 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 02:31 am (UTC)2) I now really, *really* want Tim singing the theme to The Greatest American Hero. This is all your fault. I hope you're happy.
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Date: 2006-01-27 02:44 am (UTC)2.) There is not a single song in that fic I don't want Tim Gunn to sing. Or for Santino to sing as Tim Gunn. :)
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Date: 2006-01-27 02:54 am (UTC)And then Daniel had to go and console Nick, and he called him baby and air-kissed him, and I just sort of...went into a fog and didn't come out of it until I saw Jay.
2) Man, now I just want people to start making requests. "Do 'Freebird'!"
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Date: 2006-01-27 03:01 am (UTC)Killing me. That's what three out of four men in 35D is doing -- KILLING ME.
2.) Heh. You should have heard me going through my MP3 player and having to keep stopping and imagining Tim Gunn singing them.
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Date: 2006-01-27 08:15 am (UTC)I. NEED. More!
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Date: 2006-09-08 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-26 05:14 pm (UTC)I love you so much.
So very very much.
*is dead*