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severity_softlyTitle: The Arduous Wooing of a Tall Northern Jazzy Freak, part IX: Double Standard
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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince isn't particularly happy when Howard runs off to work for Jurgen Haabermaaster, even if the results were rather amusing.
Notes: A tag to "The Chokes". This is a new part of the series of ficlets I've been writing. Betaed by the lovelynebula99.
Also, I am taking prompts here.
Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane, 3. With Eyes Closed, 4. Lipstick, 5. The Brain Cell That Wouldn't Shut Up, 6. Wife and... Wife, 7. Guillotine, 8. Every Bit What It Looks Like
Howard had just left. Naboo had found another tall, northern, jazzy freak with appalling fashion sense to work in the shop, but it wasn't the same, and Vince couldn't deny the hurt he felt that Howard had just left. Was he still running from this, from his feelings for Vince? Howard had accused him of always abandoning him for the latest shiny thing, but Howard wasn't really the type.
Of course, leaving the shop for fame was tempting... but still, Howard had left Vince behind. That Howard had left only to become the Angry Crab of Trapped Wind was only a sticking plaster on the wound.
"You left," Vince blurted, once the advert had ended and the laughter had died down.
Howard sidled up on a chair near the counter. "I had to go chase my dreams, Vince," he said, lifting a hand in a rather extravagant gesture of grandeur. "You understand."
"Your dream of dancing around in a stupid costume?"
Howard's demeanor immediately changed again. "That wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be," he muttered.
"You didn't even stick around to watch my set, Howard. I was on fire," Vince said.
"You were a bit more like an upside-down Weeble," Naboo interjected.
"Shut up," Vince snapped, but he was still looking at Howard, giving him a hurt look. "You left without a second thought."
"Uh-oh. Lover's quarrel," Bollo said.
"We're not lovers," Howard said quickly.
"We were gonna be, but now I'm not so sure," Vince grumbled, eyeing Howard and watching as his cheeks went a little pink.
Howard cleared his throat, obviously wanting Naboo and Bollo to leave, but neither of them budged. Vince wasn't much bothered.
"You were going to do the same thing to me, sir," Howard said after he'd recovered.
"So?" Vince protested.
"Oh, what? It's okay for you to run off after stardom and not me?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't that a bit of a double standard?"
"Yeah," Vince said. "But that's me. You're supposed to be the dependable one. That's how this works!"
"He's got a point," Naboo said, smiling faintly.
"You're not helping," Howard snapped.
"I wasn't trying to," Naboo replied.
"Oh, sod off, will you?" Howard said, glaring.
Naboo's brows lifted, but then he just nudged Bollo's arm. "Come on."
"Harold did not say Bollo too," he protested.
"You too," Howard said quickly, and Bollo sighed and shook his head. After a long moment, he stood and followed Naboo out of the room. "And it's Howard," Howard called after them, then looked back at Vince, his expression softening. "Look, I'm sorry, all right?"
"You were running away from us, weren't you?" Vince said, cocking his head to one side.
Howard opened his mouth, but then didn't say anything. He just stared at Vince for a moment, and Vince could almost hear him thinking. "Maybe," Howard finally admitted.
"That's what I thought," Vince said, and stood to leave. He nearly jumped out of surprise when Howard grabbed his wrist, and his eyes darted toward their hands.
"I couldn't have stayed even if it hadn't been humiliating," Howard blurted, looking slightly terrified at his own words, but earnest.
"Right."
"I mean it," Howard said.
Vince straightened and lifted his chin. "Prove it."
Howard's mouth opened, then closed it. After a moment, he managed, "How?"
"Kiss me," Vince ordered.
"I didn't mean I was going to come back to be wi--"
"Oh my God, Howard!" Vince said, fed up, then started to pull away. As soon as he did, though, Howard yanked him back into a kiss. Vince tensed in surprised, but then melted immediately and climbed into Howard's lap... which made Howard tense in surprise, though he didn't stop kissing Vince. Vince hummed a happy noise, then pulled back. "That's better."
Howard didn't seem to be able to speak suddenly. He just stared at Vince, his eyes wide. Vince couldn't help but laugh, which unstopped Howard's throat. "What?"
"You look ridiculous," Vince told him.
"Oh, well, thanks. Thank you very much," Howard said sharply, and shifted as if he wanted to get up. Vince leaned forward under the pretenses of keeping him seated, though he knew Howard could unseat him if he wanted. Howard apparently didn't want to, though, since he sat back again.
"Look, I've never held it against you before," Vince said, smiling. Howard gave him a look somewhere between offended and unsurprised. Vince's grin widened. "Don't ever leave me again," he murmured, leaning in and brushing his lips to Howard's.
Howard relaxed again, and let out a small sigh. "Yes, sir."
Author:
severity_softlyFandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince isn't particularly happy when Howard runs off to work for Jurgen Haabermaaster, even if the results were rather amusing.
Notes: A tag to "The Chokes". This is a new part of the series of ficlets I've been writing. Betaed by the lovely
nebula99.Also, I am taking prompts here.
Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane, 3. With Eyes Closed, 4. Lipstick, 5. The Brain Cell That Wouldn't Shut Up, 6. Wife and... Wife, 7. Guillotine, 8. Every Bit What It Looks Like
Howard had just left. Naboo had found another tall, northern, jazzy freak with appalling fashion sense to work in the shop, but it wasn't the same, and Vince couldn't deny the hurt he felt that Howard had just left. Was he still running from this, from his feelings for Vince? Howard had accused him of always abandoning him for the latest shiny thing, but Howard wasn't really the type.
Of course, leaving the shop for fame was tempting... but still, Howard had left Vince behind. That Howard had left only to become the Angry Crab of Trapped Wind was only a sticking plaster on the wound.
"You left," Vince blurted, once the advert had ended and the laughter had died down.
Howard sidled up on a chair near the counter. "I had to go chase my dreams, Vince," he said, lifting a hand in a rather extravagant gesture of grandeur. "You understand."
"Your dream of dancing around in a stupid costume?"
Howard's demeanor immediately changed again. "That wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be," he muttered.
"You didn't even stick around to watch my set, Howard. I was on fire," Vince said.
"You were a bit more like an upside-down Weeble," Naboo interjected.
"Shut up," Vince snapped, but he was still looking at Howard, giving him a hurt look. "You left without a second thought."
"Uh-oh. Lover's quarrel," Bollo said.
"We're not lovers," Howard said quickly.
"We were gonna be, but now I'm not so sure," Vince grumbled, eyeing Howard and watching as his cheeks went a little pink.
Howard cleared his throat, obviously wanting Naboo and Bollo to leave, but neither of them budged. Vince wasn't much bothered.
"You were going to do the same thing to me, sir," Howard said after he'd recovered.
"So?" Vince protested.
"Oh, what? It's okay for you to run off after stardom and not me?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't that a bit of a double standard?"
"Yeah," Vince said. "But that's me. You're supposed to be the dependable one. That's how this works!"
"He's got a point," Naboo said, smiling faintly.
"You're not helping," Howard snapped.
"I wasn't trying to," Naboo replied.
"Oh, sod off, will you?" Howard said, glaring.
Naboo's brows lifted, but then he just nudged Bollo's arm. "Come on."
"Harold did not say Bollo too," he protested.
"You too," Howard said quickly, and Bollo sighed and shook his head. After a long moment, he stood and followed Naboo out of the room. "And it's Howard," Howard called after them, then looked back at Vince, his expression softening. "Look, I'm sorry, all right?"
"You were running away from us, weren't you?" Vince said, cocking his head to one side.
Howard opened his mouth, but then didn't say anything. He just stared at Vince for a moment, and Vince could almost hear him thinking. "Maybe," Howard finally admitted.
"That's what I thought," Vince said, and stood to leave. He nearly jumped out of surprise when Howard grabbed his wrist, and his eyes darted toward their hands.
"I couldn't have stayed even if it hadn't been humiliating," Howard blurted, looking slightly terrified at his own words, but earnest.
"Right."
"I mean it," Howard said.
Vince straightened and lifted his chin. "Prove it."
Howard's mouth opened, then closed it. After a moment, he managed, "How?"
"Kiss me," Vince ordered.
"I didn't mean I was going to come back to be wi--"
"Oh my God, Howard!" Vince said, fed up, then started to pull away. As soon as he did, though, Howard yanked him back into a kiss. Vince tensed in surprised, but then melted immediately and climbed into Howard's lap... which made Howard tense in surprise, though he didn't stop kissing Vince. Vince hummed a happy noise, then pulled back. "That's better."
Howard didn't seem to be able to speak suddenly. He just stared at Vince, his eyes wide. Vince couldn't help but laugh, which unstopped Howard's throat. "What?"
"You look ridiculous," Vince told him.
"Oh, well, thanks. Thank you very much," Howard said sharply, and shifted as if he wanted to get up. Vince leaned forward under the pretenses of keeping him seated, though he knew Howard could unseat him if he wanted. Howard apparently didn't want to, though, since he sat back again.
"Look, I've never held it against you before," Vince said, smiling. Howard gave him a look somewhere between offended and unsurprised. Vince's grin widened. "Don't ever leave me again," he murmured, leaning in and brushing his lips to Howard's.
Howard relaxed again, and let out a small sigh. "Yes, sir."
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Date: 2009-09-02 02:57 am (UTC)Welcome to the club! Have you seen surrealisimo the trial of Salvador Dali? If not check it out on youtube, they are amazing in it! lol
TBH I havent really watched Nathan Barley much, is it good? I hear it is but I just wanna slap Nathan too much lol XD
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Date: 2009-09-02 03:52 am (UTC)Yes, Nathan is slapable. lol But it's good. And you can live through Dan (Julian), who wants to smack Nathan too. ;) It's just a shame there is only six episodes.
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Date: 2009-09-02 01:53 pm (UTC)I may give it another go then. Oh I love Dan even more!
Yeah it does seem a bit of a waste!
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