Fic: Cliches (Monaboyd RPS)
Oct. 20th, 2006 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wook77Title:Clichés
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wook77
Pairing and Fandom: RPS: Monaboyd-ish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1226
Warnings: mentions of het, angst, overuse of the word cliché, some swearing
Summary: There were times that Dominic Monaghan thought his life was like a movie – a poorly scripted movie filled with shite dialogue and plenty of clichés.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not know any of the people mentioned in this story, I do not own any of the lyrics or clichés mentioned. No offense is meant and no profit is made.
A/N: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
2lineschallenge. Many thanks to shanalle for hosting this! Also – many huge thanks to my betas why_me_why_not and ficlette. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
My two lines were:
this is taking a toll, the way the story unfolds
not the picture perfect movie everyone would've saw
-beyoncé, ring the alarm
There were times in his life, like now for instance, that he felt like he was in a movie. If this were a movie and if he were the studio, he'd fire the scriptwriter because the plot was full of clichés and the dialogue was absolute shite. If he'd been presented this script, he'd be on the phone to his agent for sending him such a horrible script in the first place.
But this wasn't a movie. It was his life and Dominic Monaghan wondered when he'd become a cliché. Who was that coined that phrase, if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with anyway? Carly Simon? No, that wasn't right, he wouldn't admit to having listened to Carly Simon. After that whole 'you're so vain' thing (that didn't much make sense when you thought about it as wouldn't it be the truth and not vanity if you were the one that the song was about), he'd not cared for her.
As he drove down the H3, his fingers tapping along with the damnable rhythm of that song in his head, Dom concentrated on the riddle of the song's origins and not the meaning behind it. He'd much rather concentrate on music than the fact that his life was one very large mess that was, quite possibly, fucked up beyond all recognition.
FUBAR, the Yanks called it and it seemed to fit. Another cliché, wasn't it? He had a perfect job filming a brilliant, highly successful television show on a beautiful, gorgeous island with plenty of time for his favourite hobby while he dated one of the most beautiful women on the planet - if the rags were to be believed - and he couldn't get one tiny little cocky bastard out of his head from how many years ago now?
It wasn't like they'd done more than one teeny drunken snog. They'd pressed their lips together on a lark; it might have been one of Elijah's dares if he could remember but he couldn’t. It wasn't like he didn't see Billy at least two or three times a year.
It wasn't like Billy didn't have a beautiful girlfriend/wife/significant other and a beautiful baby boy.
Wrenching his thoughts from that path, Dom went back to wondering who'd come up with such selfish advice. Was it really fair to the one you were with that they weren't your true love? Was it fair to the one you loved that you weren't with them?
They were shite lyrics and he wasn't vain enough - he laughed at the thought - to think that song was about him. It wasn't. He wasn't that much of a cliché. He refused and, for a moment, he was tempted to yell to the heavens and the surf out the passenger window, "I refuse, dammit! Do you hear me? I refuse to be a set of clichéd lyrics from a song that I can't even remember who the fuck sang what and where and when!"
It was only after he had to clear his throat to ease the sudden roughness that he realized he had shouted those words out the open windows of his Prius. Did this mean he was yet one more cliché? Driven to such madness that he'd talk to himself or, even worse, yell at someone that wasn't there?
And just who in the bloody sodding buggering fucking hell sang that song? Was it The Beach Boys? No, couldn't possibly be, not with their annoying infectious songs that ate into your brain similar to what those lyrics were doing to him right now.
The thought of their surf music brought back memories of those first days on a surfboard. The laughter of the rest of the HobbitsnOrli, Sean's downcast face when his Samwise fat had him buying larger than he'd be able to use when he was done with Rings and Bill's grin and laugh as they lost to the ocean over and over all had him smiling and humming a song until he realized what song he was humming. Cursing once more, he pulled his mind away from the riddle of the song's origin and Billy.
Why did his mind go back to Billy at the most inopportune moments? He was driving along a beautiful road with gorgeous scenery and not much traffic and instead of appreciating what he had, where he was at, he pined for what he'd never had and where he'd been.
He pined for New Zealand and Billy. He missed being part of DomandBill, BillandDom. Didn't much matter in the end which way round anyone put it, they were part of a unit. They'd never failed to take the piss out of someone. When someone'd taken the piss out of them, they'd laughed it off and moved right on.
It was a natural transition for his thoughts to move on to that week that he and Bills had spent filming their antics with the camera they'd pinched from Orlando. That week was the hands-down-flat-out-best of his life. The surfing was better than anything he'd been able to catch here in Hawaii although that was more the company than the quality.
Evi just wasn't a great surfer; she wouldn't encourage him to take a few risks more than he should just to see if he'd do it. She was always wearing those little cute suits instead of something any sane person would wear when taking on the ocean. Dom shuddered as he remembered that awful, pink, frilly monstrosity she'd worn and blessed the inspiration for his pilfering and disposal of it so that it'd never see the light of day again.
"Christ," he cursed again as he realized the path his thoughts had taken once more. Instead of concentrating on the clichés or the lyrics or anything else, he punched the buttons on his stereo system until the radio popped on and Chris Isaak's voice came out crooning something about only the lonely. Another punch and Sinead O'Connor's voice pleaded nothing compares to you.
"Another bloody cliché!" He shouted before realizing that, yet again, he was shouting to a non-existent person.
Perhaps, if he could remember who sang that song, his life would stop being a cliché and he could get on with it. Life wasn't always greener on the other side of the fence, after all. He'd been on the other side, close but not quite close enough, for years and if he'd not seized the day then, there wasn't much chance that he'd seize the day given the chance now. Not with little Jack taking a fair amount of Bills' time and attention.
He should be happy with where he was at; he was, dammit! As he promised himself that he was happy, he resigned himself to the clichés. Life wasn't a perfectly scripted movie with stunning actors and actresses delivering moving lines every minute.
Sometimes it was horrible clichés that turned up at the most odd moments, say, for instance, driving along the H3 when he shouldn't be wondering about what-might-have-beens. Sometimes it was FUBAR and a green enough pasture and loving the one you were with.
It was then he remembered that it was Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young that'd sung that line, thank you very much. Maybe he needed a new soundtrack to his life.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think! Concrit welcomed with open arms!
Author:
wook77Pairing and Fandom: RPS: Monaboyd-ish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1226
Warnings: mentions of het, angst, overuse of the word cliché, some swearing
Summary: There were times that Dominic Monaghan thought his life was like a movie – a poorly scripted movie filled with shite dialogue and plenty of clichés.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not know any of the people mentioned in this story, I do not own any of the lyrics or clichés mentioned. No offense is meant and no profit is made.
A/N: For the
2lineschallenge. Many thanks to shanalle for hosting this! Also – many huge thanks to my betas why_me_why_not and ficlette. Any remaining mistakes are my own.My two lines were:
this is taking a toll, the way the story unfolds
not the picture perfect movie everyone would've saw
-beyoncé, ring the alarm
There were times in his life, like now for instance, that he felt like he was in a movie. If this were a movie and if he were the studio, he'd fire the scriptwriter because the plot was full of clichés and the dialogue was absolute shite. If he'd been presented this script, he'd be on the phone to his agent for sending him such a horrible script in the first place.
But this wasn't a movie. It was his life and Dominic Monaghan wondered when he'd become a cliché. Who was that coined that phrase, if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with anyway? Carly Simon? No, that wasn't right, he wouldn't admit to having listened to Carly Simon. After that whole 'you're so vain' thing (that didn't much make sense when you thought about it as wouldn't it be the truth and not vanity if you were the one that the song was about), he'd not cared for her.
As he drove down the H3, his fingers tapping along with the damnable rhythm of that song in his head, Dom concentrated on the riddle of the song's origins and not the meaning behind it. He'd much rather concentrate on music than the fact that his life was one very large mess that was, quite possibly, fucked up beyond all recognition.
FUBAR, the Yanks called it and it seemed to fit. Another cliché, wasn't it? He had a perfect job filming a brilliant, highly successful television show on a beautiful, gorgeous island with plenty of time for his favourite hobby while he dated one of the most beautiful women on the planet - if the rags were to be believed - and he couldn't get one tiny little cocky bastard out of his head from how many years ago now?
It wasn't like they'd done more than one teeny drunken snog. They'd pressed their lips together on a lark; it might have been one of Elijah's dares if he could remember but he couldn’t. It wasn't like he didn't see Billy at least two or three times a year.
It wasn't like Billy didn't have a beautiful girlfriend/wife/significant other and a beautiful baby boy.
Wrenching his thoughts from that path, Dom went back to wondering who'd come up with such selfish advice. Was it really fair to the one you were with that they weren't your true love? Was it fair to the one you loved that you weren't with them?
They were shite lyrics and he wasn't vain enough - he laughed at the thought - to think that song was about him. It wasn't. He wasn't that much of a cliché. He refused and, for a moment, he was tempted to yell to the heavens and the surf out the passenger window, "I refuse, dammit! Do you hear me? I refuse to be a set of clichéd lyrics from a song that I can't even remember who the fuck sang what and where and when!"
It was only after he had to clear his throat to ease the sudden roughness that he realized he had shouted those words out the open windows of his Prius. Did this mean he was yet one more cliché? Driven to such madness that he'd talk to himself or, even worse, yell at someone that wasn't there?
And just who in the bloody sodding buggering fucking hell sang that song? Was it The Beach Boys? No, couldn't possibly be, not with their annoying infectious songs that ate into your brain similar to what those lyrics were doing to him right now.
The thought of their surf music brought back memories of those first days on a surfboard. The laughter of the rest of the HobbitsnOrli, Sean's downcast face when his Samwise fat had him buying larger than he'd be able to use when he was done with Rings and Bill's grin and laugh as they lost to the ocean over and over all had him smiling and humming a song until he realized what song he was humming. Cursing once more, he pulled his mind away from the riddle of the song's origin and Billy.
Why did his mind go back to Billy at the most inopportune moments? He was driving along a beautiful road with gorgeous scenery and not much traffic and instead of appreciating what he had, where he was at, he pined for what he'd never had and where he'd been.
He pined for New Zealand and Billy. He missed being part of DomandBill, BillandDom. Didn't much matter in the end which way round anyone put it, they were part of a unit. They'd never failed to take the piss out of someone. When someone'd taken the piss out of them, they'd laughed it off and moved right on.
It was a natural transition for his thoughts to move on to that week that he and Bills had spent filming their antics with the camera they'd pinched from Orlando. That week was the hands-down-flat-out-best of his life. The surfing was better than anything he'd been able to catch here in Hawaii although that was more the company than the quality.
Evi just wasn't a great surfer; she wouldn't encourage him to take a few risks more than he should just to see if he'd do it. She was always wearing those little cute suits instead of something any sane person would wear when taking on the ocean. Dom shuddered as he remembered that awful, pink, frilly monstrosity she'd worn and blessed the inspiration for his pilfering and disposal of it so that it'd never see the light of day again.
"Christ," he cursed again as he realized the path his thoughts had taken once more. Instead of concentrating on the clichés or the lyrics or anything else, he punched the buttons on his stereo system until the radio popped on and Chris Isaak's voice came out crooning something about only the lonely. Another punch and Sinead O'Connor's voice pleaded nothing compares to you.
"Another bloody cliché!" He shouted before realizing that, yet again, he was shouting to a non-existent person.
Perhaps, if he could remember who sang that song, his life would stop being a cliché and he could get on with it. Life wasn't always greener on the other side of the fence, after all. He'd been on the other side, close but not quite close enough, for years and if he'd not seized the day then, there wasn't much chance that he'd seize the day given the chance now. Not with little Jack taking a fair amount of Bills' time and attention.
He should be happy with where he was at; he was, dammit! As he promised himself that he was happy, he resigned himself to the clichés. Life wasn't a perfectly scripted movie with stunning actors and actresses delivering moving lines every minute.
Sometimes it was horrible clichés that turned up at the most odd moments, say, for instance, driving along the H3 when he shouldn't be wondering about what-might-have-beens. Sometimes it was FUBAR and a green enough pasture and loving the one you were with.
It was then he remembered that it was Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young that'd sung that line, thank you very much. Maybe he needed a new soundtrack to his life.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think! Concrit welcomed with open arms!
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Date: 2006-10-20 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-21 04:43 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-10-21 04:45 am (UTC)That, I have to admit, is a me thing. I do that all the time.
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Date: 2006-10-21 03:06 am (UTC)By weird coincidence, I just used the song "Love the One You're With" in one of my fics just a few days ago, talking about the same people: Dom, Billy and Evi. Just kind of lends itself to the situation, doesn't it?
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Date: 2006-10-21 04:48 am (UTC)Did you? Do you have a link for me? I'd love to read it! I'm fairly new to Monaboyd and would love to broaden my reading :).
The song is quite fitting and, as I was trying to figure out how to fit the assigned lyrics to something (anything), Love the One You're With came on and the light bulb clicked. It really fits how I feel about Evi as I don't think she comes across well in interviews and, of course, I prefer Billy :).
Also - I love your icon!
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Date: 2006-10-21 07:57 am (UTC)But poor Dom. :(