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turpsOkay, I give in. I've been trying to avoid this meme but I keep seeing it and I'm a pushover, but you all knew that right? Also, my flist is pretty small so how many requests could I get?
I'll also post this when I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
castalie is at work as I know she'll laugh at me ;)
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Give me a slash pairing and situation and I'll write you a ficlet. My fandoms are popslash, TS and MX.
Just don't expect much okay? *g*
I'll also post this when I know
castalie is at work as I know she'll laugh at me ;)Gakked from
patchworkdragonGive me a slash pairing and situation and I'll write you a ficlet. My fandoms are popslash, TS and MX.
Just don't expect much okay? *g*
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Date: 2004-01-10 08:44 am (UTC)I would like JC/Chris (shocked?). You can really do whatever you like, but if you want a situation - ummm, perhaps Chris "convincing" JC that glasses are hottttt?
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Date: 2004-01-10 10:21 am (UTC)Also, I had to break it into two as it's two long for comments.
Part 1
Walking into the bedroom, Chris squinted his eyes, rubbed at them with his fists, then looked again, and discovered that yes, this was JC’s room. Not that it looked like it, because JC’s room never looked like this.
Clothes littered every surface, drifts of shimmering fabric and sequins that glittered in the sunlight. A white shirt was tangled with a lurid pink t-shirt while the bedside lamp was decorated with two tiny black thongs. In the corner something white and furry lurked, which was either an escaped polar bear or JC’s fake fur coat. Chris really hoped it was the latter.
Motionless in the doorway, Chris started to pull his cell from his pocket, sure that JC had been burgled, then stopped when a feather boa flew from a closet landing next to the polar bear/fur coat thing. Quickly reviewing the situation, Chris decided there was either a burglar with very bad taste in the closet at that moment, or, a more likely explanation, it was JC himself. A theory quickly proven when Chris heard a shouted curse before JC backed out of the closet wrapped only in a small white towel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” JC continued to curse, scowling at his closet, clearly not knowing Chris was watching.
Debating the fact JC was unarmed and unwary; Chris considered screaming and jumping on his back. Then quickly changed his mind, JC in a clothing crisis was a scary thing, Chris had the scars to prove it. “What’s up, C?”
JC didn’t even jump when he heard Chris, just whirled round, hands flying as he indicated his room. “What’s up? I’ll tell you what’s up. I have to be at some promotion thing in an hour, and look at me. My hair’s a mess and as for my clothes…how am I supposed to make a good impression when I’ve got nothing to wear?”
“Exaggeration much.” Deliberately looking round the room, Chris stepped over a pile of jeans at his feet and walked over to JC. “There’s enough clothes in here to clothe a small nation. That is if they wanted to dress like a nation of sparkly peacocks. Though that could be fun.” Chris thought about a whole country dressed like JC, shuddered, then forced his mind back to the task in hand. “What about your leather pants and your lips tank?”
“The pants need cleaning and I wore that tank last week.”
“Your jeans with the mirrors at the hem and your pink silk shirt?”
“One on the mirrors smashed, now they’re unlucky jeans, so I gave them away and wasn’t it the pink silk you spilled ketchup on?”
“Maybe.” Quickly changing the subject, Chris looked form JC to the room and back again. “Look, go dry your hair. I’ll find you something; I’ll even iron them for you.”
For a moment JC looked undecided and Chris thought he was going to say no, then a quick look at his watch changed his mind and he turned toward the bathroom.
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Date: 2004-01-10 10:23 am (UTC)“I suppose, just don’t burn anything.”
“Like I’d do that.” Muttering to himself about the fact he’d only burned a hole in Justin’s nasty shirt that one time, and the way reputations never went away, Chris took JC’s iron and board from its usual place. Setting it up he entered JC’s walk in closet of doom, kicking clothes aside as he went.
Chris sighed when he entered, inside was even worse than outside, with clothes two inches deep on the floor. But Chris knew exactly what he needed, and quickly found the outfit he wanted, buried under a huge white cowboy hat.
Clothes in hand, Chris left the closet of doom and quickly ironed his selection, whistling quietly as he made sure every crease was gone. Once done, Chris bent to unplug the iron and looked up to see JC staring at him from the bathroom doorway. He looked good, hair bouncy and glossy and he smiled as he walked over to get his clothes, pulling the towel from his waist on the way.
“You think I’ll look good in a plain white shirt and jeans?”
“I know you’ll look good like that.”
“I’ll look boring.”
“You’ll look fantastic.” Handing over the clothes, Chris openly leered as JC bent to pull on the jeans. “You don’t need any sparkles and embellishments; you’re hot just as you are.”
JC blushed a little, kissing Chris quickly on his lips before pulling on the shirt.
Eyeing him critically, Chris stopped JC fastening the buttons, doing the middle two himself. “Here, take a leaf out of Lance’s book. Now, for the final touch.” Reaching over to the bedside table, Chris plucked JC’s glasses from a jumble of jewellery and passed them over.
“You want me to wear these?”
“You don’t have to, but if you want to blow my mind, yeah.”
JC smiled wide, eyes almost disappearing as he took the glasses, putting them on. “I want to blow your mind, and other things too. But that’ll have to wait.” Sighing, JC pulled Chris close in a hug, holding him hard and tight. “I have to go to this thing. You’ll still be here when I get back?”
“I ironed for you didn’t I? Of course I’ll be here. Now go blow their minds.” Pushing JC out of the door, then letting him back in when he shouted he needed shoes, Chris watched as JC eventually ran down the stairs, waving before he left.
Alone, Chris looked at the disaster that was JC’s room then started to pick the first things up. He had to do something while he waited for JC to come back after all.
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Date: 2004-01-10 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-10 11:22 am (UTC)Love LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!
Hee! Sparkly peacock nation! Flying feather boa polar bear things!! Heee! Squee! *deranged laughter of sparkly TrickC love*
But Aw.
Isn't anyone else finding the idea of shrieking!Chris surprising naked!JC by leaping on his back hot as hell?
Hey, Ter, there's my request right there... ..the prequel, where Chris gets those proving scars... ..you can hit your kink with that, too...
*tempt, tempt; poke, poke*
Heh. Me Go Now.
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Date: 2004-01-10 12:14 pm (UTC)Again, split in two for length, sorry.
Part 1
“Can you remember the time you and Kevin got into that catfight? Everyone thought he was gonna cream you. But you just got into his face about dissing your band.” Laughing softly in remembrance, Howie reached for another carrot, smiling his thanks when Lance passed one across the table. “You looked like a little wild cat, all gleaming eyes and white teeth.”
His own carrot held firmly in his hand, Lance pointed it at Howie. “One, I never got into catfights. Two, even if I had there was no way that Kevin would have creamed me. I may have been smaller back then but I was no pushover. Three, dissing? I think you’re thinking about Justin, I didn’t talk like that. Four…well maybe I can be a wildcat at times” Lance punctuated each point with a jab toward Howie, then bit the end off the carrot with sharp perfect teeth.
Howie wrenched his brain away from the images of Lance’s lips wrapped round the carrot with difficulty, squirming in his chair a little as Lance watched him without the hint of a smile, only his eyes showing how amused he really was. “Tease, and you did have catfights. Between you and Kirkpatrick I’m surprised we didn’t kill each other back then, I know Kevin nearly lost it a few times.”
“Well Kevin shouldn’t be such a prissy bitch.” Holding up his hand Lance stopped Howie as he started to talk. “And before you start I like the guy. I wouldn’t invite him here all the time if I didn’t, but he does get a stick up his ass on occasions. But I like him fine; just the same way you like Chris even though he broke our blender last time he was here and can be a hyperactive idiot at times. Do you think we need more peppers in this?”
The bowl Lance indicated was three quarters full of salad and Howie looked at it thoughtfully, matching salad amount with numbers of guests coming. “Maybe one more yellow one. JC likes those; he says they remind him of sunshine and warmth.”
“You talked to C?” Lance sounded surprised as he went to get another pepper.
“He phoned this morning, wanted to know what time we were firing up the BBQ.”
“And that led to a conversation about yellow peppers?”
“Yeah.” Scooping the chopped carrot up, Howie dropped it into the coleslaw he was making and tried to remember how they had ended up talking about yellow peppers. “We talked about the BBQ then he started telling me how he’d been shopping yesterday. Apparently there’s a new vintage clothes shop just opened that all the cats love. He’s bought you a shirt by the way; he’ll be bringing it tonight. Then he started talking about Chris’ t-shirt with the chillies on the front, which somehow led to peppers then…argh, I don’t know.”
“That sounds like C alright.” Laughing, Lance started to deseed the pepper. “Did you remember to get those tiny hot dogs for Bri and Chris?”
“Yes I got them. I saw your note on the fridge, and the reminder in my Palm.” Laughing, Howie walked round the table to stand behind Lance and cuddle him from behind. “I’ve bought everything you said. Joey’s beer, Nick’s favourite soda, the low
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Date: 2004-01-10 12:15 pm (UTC)fat burgers Justin and Kevin like. The guest rooms are all aired out for when we inevitably have drunken guests crash here and I even bought band aids with Sponge Bob Square pants on in case the kids have any accidents. The party will be a success, they’re our friends, things don’t have to be perfect.
“Want to bet Chris, Nick and Justin will have those band aids on by the end of the night?” Sighing, Lance leaned back against Howie. “You’re right. I just want it to be special you know.”
“I know. But it would be special even if it was just us, two dry buns and a can of cheap hot dogs. I just want to be with you, and remember back when. Our friends being here is just a bonus, so don’t worry so much. We’re going to have a wonderful BBQ and celebrate our anniversary in style. Maybe I’ll tell the others how I fell in love with a wildcat with gleaming eyes and white teeth.”
“I think they know that one already.”
“So I’ll tell it again. I love you Lance Bass and I don’t care who knows it.” Hugging Lance tighter for a moment, Howie kissed him against his neck then stood. “The marinade should be ready now; I’ll go and get it while you tell me again how you would have won a fight with Kevin.”
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Date: 2004-01-10 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 12:21 pm (UTC)JC in a clothing crisis was a scary thing, Chris had the scars to prove it.
"What about your leather pants and your lips tank?”
“The pants need cleaning and I wore that tank last week.”
“Your jeans with the mirrors at the hem and your pink silk shirt?”
“One on the mirrors smashed, now they're unlucky jeans,"
Chris stopped JC fastening the buttons, doing the middle two himself. “Here, take a leaf out of Lance's book.
Ahahaha!! That all made me laugh out loud.
black thongs, escaped polar bear fur coats, sparkly peacock nations and of course glasses! I can just picture it all.
“I want to blow your mind, and other things too. But that'll have to wait.” Sighing, JC pulled Chris close in a hug, holding him hard and tight. “I have to go to this thing. You'll still be here when I get back?"
“I ironed for you didn't I? Of course I'll be here. Now go blow their minds.”
Eep! I love this bit - tight hugs and Chris will be there when he gets back. Yay!!
Thank you soooo much *smooches* {{{{hugs}}}}
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Date: 2004-01-10 02:02 pm (UTC)Here you go, I hope it's what you wanted.
Again, split into two.
“God dammit!” Letting the cheese and grater fall to the table, Chris stuck his knuckles in his mouth, sucking furiously. “I told you we should have used a knife for the cheese. Graters are instruments of torture.”
Or at least that’s what JC thought he’d said from the few muffled sounds he’d actually heard. Examining Chris’ hand for signs of blood or fingers in imminent danger of falling off and seeing nothing, JC just sighed and pulled Chris’ hand from his mouth. “Here, let me see you big baby.” Ignoring the exaggerated squeaks of discomfort, JC stood and pulled Chris up with him then towed him across to the sink. Running the faucet, JC pushed Chris’ hand under the cold water feeling a mixture of mild guilt and amusement when he swore loudly.
“Fuck! What are you trying to do? Freeze my hand off.”
“No, I’m washing those grazes, then I’m going to put some antiseptic on and if you’re a big brave boy I’ll let you pick your own band-aid.” Chris grinned and JC steeled himself for what was coming. It would be something obscene; it always was when Chris looked like that, all sharp teeth and dark dark eyes.
“Oh I’m a big boy alright. Why don’t we forget about the grilled cheese sandwiches and I’ll prove it to you.”
JC nearly gave in. Chris talking like that made his stomach clench and any other time he would play along, but right now they had guests waiting to be fed, and that meant grilled cheese, not sex. “Nope, sorry but you have to prove you’re brave too.” Ignoring Chris’ protest JC reached into a drawer where he kept emergency supplies; you never knew when you’d need antiseptic, band-aids or a safety pin; there were even some condoms in there too. Grabbing the spray antiseptic he quickly pulled Chris’ hand from the water, dried it on a towel and sprayed it before Chris could say a word.
“Fuck! JC! That hurts.”
“I thought you said you were brave, it doesn’t look like it to me.” Seeing Chris’ expression change, JC started looking in the drawer once more before Chris could think of a way to prove his bravery. “What band-aid do you want? My Little Pony or Action Man?”
“Like you even need to ask, that one.” JC started to open an Action Man band-aid then stopped when Chris pointed at the My Little Pony One. “You want the ponies?” Sometimes Chris baffled JC, today was no exception.
“Of course I want a pony, they remind me of you. All long manes and beautiful, that’s you.”
And sometimes JC wasn’t baffled at Chris at all. Smiling hugely he carefully wrapped the band-aid round Chris’ finger then softly kissed the top of it.
Chris’ expression softened for a moment, and he smiled, the small secret one he kept for his loved ones. “Thanks, it feels better already.”
~*~*~*~
One kiss later, JC went back to the table, pushing the cheese that Chris had been grating into the trashcan, he preferred not to have skin in his sandwiches thank you very much.
Chris was watching and JC made a show of putting the grater in the sink and using a knife to carefully cut the huge block of cheese. “You know it would be so much easier if we’d just buy this stuff ready sliced.”
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Date: 2004-01-10 02:04 pm (UTC)“Do you know how much more that stuff is?” Chris sounded horrified and JC tried to think of the last time he’d been grocery shopping. He couldn’t remember how much each type of cheese cost but trusted Chris about the difference, Chris noticed things like that. It was one of the many reasons JC loved him; neither of them would go crazy with money, not like certain sneaker obsessed band mates.
JC hadn’t noticed Chris go into the fridge, he was too busy cutting and thinking about cheese, so he jumped a little when the tub of butter was tossed on the table. “Fuck, Chris I could have cut my finger off.”
“Sorry.”
Chris didn’t look sorry and JC glared at him a little before pointing at the butter. “What do you need that for?”
“For lube what else?”
Speechless, JC stared at Chris then felt like flinging the block of cheese at him when Chris collapsed laughing against the table.
“Your face! I wish Justin had seen it.” Laughing even louder Chris held his side then eventually sat down. “It’s for the sandwiches you idiot.”
“The sandwiches? You don’t putter butter on grilled cheese.” The thought of butter melting into the cheese turned JC’s stomach a little and he vowed that no way would Chris get butter anywhere near his.
“Sure you do. Bread, butter, cheese more bread and butter on top then into a hot dry frying pan.”
“No, it’s just bread and cheese then under the grill. That’s why they’re called grilled cheese sandwiches.”
“Justin likes the way I make mine.”
“Lance and Joey like the way I make mine.”
“Joey likes everything, he’s no judge.” Chris laughed and reached for a slice of cheese. “Guess we’ll just agree to be different.”
Smacking at Chris’ hand JC pushed a pile of cheese to Chris then started to make his own no butter sandwiches. “I guess so, which is just how I like it.”
And from the smile he received back, Chris agreed too.
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Date: 2004-01-10 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 02:22 pm (UTC)Thanks for playing!
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Date: 2004-01-10 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 03:27 pm (UTC)How was your birthday btw?
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Date: 2004-01-10 03:31 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
I'm so glad you liked it, I just had this image of JC in a room covered in clothes and Chris looking in and thinking WTF!
I'm happy it made you laugh as humour's something I haven't tried before, so I'm so glad it worked!
Eep! I love this bit - tight hugs and Chris will be there when he gets back. Yay!!
Chris will always be there for JC *nods*
Thank you again!
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Date: 2004-01-10 03:32 pm (UTC)My birthday was great - went out for pizza at my fave pizza place and finally got the stuff to network all the computers so my new computer I got for Christmas will finally have internet! One more cable to go get on Monday, and I'll be able to get online from my room instead of tying up the main computer in the living room.
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Date: 2004-01-10 03:34 pm (UTC)Mochaminty babies, I want some too!
I'm so glad you liked it, like I said it's a pairing I hadn't even thought about before *g*
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Date: 2004-01-10 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 04:46 pm (UTC)Now your ficlet, it's pretty sad and tame. I hope that's okay.
Part 1
Hands pushed deep in her coat pocket, Emma watched the boats far out at sea. If she concentrated she imagined she could see the glint of sun against glass on one boat, evidence of the men who watched her always. It had bothered her at first, having a succession of minders. Their thoughts were always cool and controlled, evidence of the conditioning that had created the ultimate spy, and after a few weeks Emma had started to tightly leash her powers, not wanting to accidentally brush against those dull ordered emotions more than she had to.
It was one of the things Emma missed the most, being around people with emotions that swirled round her in a riot of feelings and thoughts. She missed walking past Brennan and feeling the aura of confidence that surrounded him, or Jesse who projected love and friendship, but mostly she missed Shalimar, and the way the air changed when she walked into a room. Shalimar has always made things seem more alive. Images sharpened when she walked past; at least they did for Emma, who missed her friend with a longing so deep it scared her.
Even Adam hadn’t been able to dampen that longing after a few months. It didn’t matter how many talks they had or how many exhausting missions they undertook, Emma still felt the loss of her former life like a knife to the gut, a knife that plunged into her again and again every time she allowed herself to think more than a few minutes.
Emma had become pale and withdrawn, haunting the corridors of the complex at all hours of the day and night. Adam worried for her; Emma could sense his concern, mixed up with guilt and fear that he’d caused this situation. But she couldn’t tell him not to worry, how could she when it took every bit of strength she had not to run screaming into the night?
In the end it was Adam who pushed until she was allowed to contact at least one of her old friends. When told, Emma had sunk to her bed, staring at Adam in disbelief. It should have been a hard decision, they were all her friends, but it hadn’t been. She wanted to see Shalimar. No, she needed to see Shalimar. Adam hadn’t looked surprised, just patted Emma on her shoulder and looked at her with eyes that radiated pain.
It hadn’t taken that long to arrange. The complex could work miracles at times, and now Emma sat waiting at a deserted beach, miles from the nearest people, at least those people that didn’t have to watch her at all times. Emma could tell when Shalimar approached; the air seemed to change in a way that screamed Shalimar. Emma drank it in, breathing deep and long, inhaling what she’d craved for so long. She didn’t look back, she couldn’t look back, just stood and felt until Shalimar moved in front of her, standing a few feet away.
They didn’t touch, though Emma ached to hold Shalimar in her arms, to hug and be held like they used to. But that was a life-time ago, and Shalimar just stared at her, caution, happiness and distrust all bound in a bundle of emotion that blasted through Emma’s mind.
“You died.” The words seemed to be wrenched from Shalimar’s throat and her eyes shimmered with the memory of a thousand tears.
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Date: 2004-01-10 04:47 pm (UTC)“I came back.” In a way she had, Emma had been reborn to a world of secrecy and lies, but to Mutant X, to Shalimar she’d been dead and would continue to be so.
“Not to us you didn’t.” Shalimar turned feral for an instant and Emma could sense the men on the boat tense. “You were dead, Emma. Still are to Jesse and Brennan. They’re at Sanctuary and they’re grieving for something that never happened. How could you?”
“I’m sorry. I had to go, we had to go.” Emma could tell the moment her words sank in, and a wave of anger exploded from the feral. “Adam’s with you? He abandoned us, the team he built and just left. How could he? Brennan said something was rotten and I didn’t want to believe him, but he was right all along.”
Emma flinched as the words hit home, they were true, at least to an extent, but Emma couldn’t explain and looking at Shalimar she knew she might as well have stayed dead. At least that way Shalimar would have mourned not hated. “I’m sorry, Adam is too, he would have come but he’s busy…”
“Busy!” Shalimar almost screamed the word. “Too busy for Mutant X, for his family?”
Stepping forward, Emma tried to reach for Shalimar then jerked her hand back as the feral hissed. “I missed you all so much. Missed you.”
“It looks like it.” Some of the anger drained from Shalimar and she slumped a little, staring at Emma. “We cried for you, Emma. Jesse cried, I cried, god even Brennan had red eyes one night. We missed you so much and now you think you can just come here and start again? It doesn’t work like that. We’ve moved on. Lexa’s not you or Adam but she’s Mutant X now.”
“I love you.”
“I know you do.” Shalimar reached for Emma at last, holding her hand. “I loved you too. I still do, but I can’t be near you just now. You have to understand.”
At those words Shalimar leaned forward, brushing her lips across Emma’s. “Give me time, Emma.”
With that Shalimar turned and ran away without a backward glance, and Emma started to walk slowly to the harbour. She’d made her choices the night of the collapse, now she had to live with them.
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Date: 2004-01-10 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-10 05:06 pm (UTC)I thought of you when I saw it was TrickC, in fact it's been a TrickC night tonight, which is always a good thing.
Did I find the thought of Chris jumping on a naked JC's back hot? Hell yeah!
Okay, I've you down for a kink TrickC ficlet. YAY for kink!
But there's no need to tempt me, I'm sold on the idea already!
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Date: 2004-01-10 05:07 pm (UTC)