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Mar. 14th, 2004 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsSo here's the thing. I'm still doing the domestic crap and don't have time to sit and work on my WIPs. But I do have time for ficlets and I've just seen this friendsfriends surfing. No idea if anyone will go for it but hey, why not try?
Choose one of my icons and request a ficlet inspired by it.
Not that my icons are all that inspiring, especially if you don't like Chris *g*
ETA: You know when I'm answering comments it would help if I deleted the ones I had replied to. Sheesh.
ETA2: 6 down 8 to go, but now I have to go to bed, school night and all *g* I'll still take requests if anyone wants them, I'm not done being an idiot yet ;)
Choose one of my icons and request a ficlet inspired by it.
Not that my icons are all that inspiring, especially if you don't like Chris *g*
ETA: You know when I'm answering comments it would help if I deleted the ones I had replied to. Sheesh.
ETA2: 6 down 8 to go, but now I have to go to bed, school night and all *g* I'll still take requests if anyone wants them, I'm not done being an idiot yet ;)
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Date: 2004-03-14 08:55 am (UTC)And I'd like to request a ficlet for the Lance WTF icon. Please :-).
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:28 am (UTC)please and thank you =)
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:40 am (UTC)ps: I meant "Richie", in case that wasn't clear :P
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:49 am (UTC)Highlander started here again about a month or so ago, and I've been watching it for the first time. I think Richie's wonderful :)
Okay, here's your ficlet, hope you like!
The song ended and Lance smiled before running to the other side of the stage. The atmosphere was amazing, thousands of people screaming and cheering. Sure most of them were pre-teen girls but that was fine, he loved their fans, and he loved performing, when adrenalin flew through his body and he thought he could dance and sing all night.
Lance waved and smiled at the audience as he waited for the other four to take their positions. The section in front of him was filled with more pre-teens, and a few glaringly out of place parents. But it was the signs Lance was interested in, the ones proposing marriage and sexual favours. There were two FKA signs, and Lance silently agreed with the sentiment -- Chris surely did have a fine ass. Looking to the right, Lance saw a huge pink glittery sign asking him to do the Lance Dance, so he winked and gave a thumbs up, laughing when the girl holding the sign screamed then abruptly sat in her chair.
There was another sign behind the glittery one and Lance squinted, trying to see what the words said. When he did he almost staggered back in shock. JoLa 4 EVA! Lance wasn't stupid, he knew what the sign meant, they'd all surfed fan sites on nights when boredom was constant and anything was better than another game of Playstation or reading another book. But him and Joey, the thought was horrific. Joey was his best friend, they'd never do that. Ever.
“What's up?” Lance turned when he felt Justin snake his arms round his waist, chin resting on Lance's shoulder so they could quietly talk.
“The sign, look.” Lance said, then shivered when he felt Justin laugh against his ear.
“Have you not learned to take no notice of them yet? If you believed all the signs we could get laid and married every day for the next year.” Justin hugged Lance tighter, grinning wide at the flurry of camera flashes his actions caused. “They don't know us. You'll be going to bed with me tonight, same as always, Joey can find his own boyfriend, he's not getting mine.”
With those words Justin slipped away, winking at the woman with the sign as the next song started. As Lance started to dance he winked too, Joey and him, so close to the truth yet so wrong.
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:51 am (UTC)Are you turning into a writing junkie, sis? You're awesome lol
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 09:58 am (UTC)Also : if you sent email it still hasn't come through. Sorry! Alt email address : ephemera at ephemera-interlock.org.uk
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:01 am (UTC)*blows kisses*
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:10 am (UTC)They showed The. Best. Episode. EVER. again this weekend. Brennan said I love you! And we'll totally ignore the fact that BZ nerve agent doesn't do any of the things it did on the show and isn't generally deadly, because without the whole "almost dying" thing, they probably wouldn't have had that moment.
Also, almost done on your beta, but my nieces are here this weekend, so I'm a little distracted. Sorry about that!
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 10:44 am (UTC)He is! I started watching HL not because of Duncan, but because of Richie. Methos and Richie are my two favorite HL characters.
And I loved the ficlet, thank you so much. Lambs! :-)))
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:47 am (UTC)I'm enjoying writing just now, so yeah, I may be a junkie ;)
Anyway, here it is. Very short but I hope you like.
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Bag slung over his shoulder, Blair straightened his shoulders then pushed open the door to the bullpen. He didn’t have to be a Sentinel to hear how the noise level dropped, as he walked in, head held high. But Blair was still glad of the sunglasses that hid the worst of the bruises from curious glances as he walked to Jim’s desk.
“Sandburg.”
The atmosphere tensed as Jim stood, and Blair wondered what people were expecting to see. If they thought Jim would carry him from the room, or add to the collection of injuries Blair already carried. If Blair was honest he didn’t know himself, Jim had been distant since bringing Blair home from the hospital, just shaking his head when Blair told him they needed to talk.
Jim had left Blair with a pot of chicken soup and a bottle of pills before he’d left for the station, and strict instructions that he shouldn’t join him that day. Not that Blair had listened, he never did. Jim needed him, and that was that. It didn’t matter that Blair had just been kidnapped and beaten by a suspect on one of Jim’s cases.
Everyone would have seen the photos and case reports, everyone knew how protective Jim could be. But they all knew how determined Blair could be too. It didn’t matter that his body ached, and his face throbbed, the only thing that mattered was Jim, and the fact Blair needed to be by his side. The problem was, did Jim know that too?
“Jim, I had…”
“Just sit down before you fall down, Chief.” Jim said, then pulled a chair across so Blair could sit. “I’ll go and get a copy of the file for you.”
Blair smiled as Jim gently ruffled his hair as he walked past and the noise of the room went back to its usual volume. Things would be fine, he was bruised, but he’d never be beaten.
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:51 am (UTC)You're welcome about the ficlet, I knew you'd like Lambs :)
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:54 am (UTC)They were all used to hiding. It was part of the job, a bad part but an important one all the same. They were used to covering up, white lies sprinkled in with the truth, doing anything to preserve the little bit privacy that they had.
The fans loved them, but that love was a double edged sword, when every action was analysed, every word recorded and dissected. The media wanted to crucify them, praising them to the skies one day, writing them off the next.
They were used to living in the glare of publicity, where trash cans had to be locked and phone numbers changed on a regular basis. Where attack was an ever present threat and people thought they were entitled to know your every painful thought and feeling.
How do you feel now you and Dani have split up?
How do you feel being seen as the Nsync member who failed to go to space?
Questions asked with no thought to the raw emotions they scraped across.
They reacted by living in a world of codes and secret meanings, where questions would be answered by lies so often they almost become truth. Where you had each other’s backs, whatever happened. Where truth was deflected with clever lies and unspoken words. And where a simple innocent touch proved more to those in the know than a thousand words ever would.
That Lance loved you, and that was no lie.
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Date: 2004-03-14 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 11:03 am (UTC)I love lambs, I love all Lance pairings ;-).
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Date: 2004-03-14 11:26 am (UTC)But here you go, short because...well because it's Sponge slash. It took me ages to do this;)
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Krabbypatty shoved into its bun, Spongebob handed it to Squidworth who took it to one of the fish who sat in The Krusty Krab. It was the last order of the day so Spongebob turned off the grill then started to clean it, whistling and singing as he worked despite how tired he felt. Mr Crabs had been in a grouchy mood all day, yelling about profit margins and other things that Spongebob didn’t understand.
“Spongebob.”
Looking up, Spongebob saw Patrick standing at the door of the kitchen, Squidworth behind him, scowling and batting at Patrick with a broom, but the starfish didn’t move an inch, just stood looking at Spongebob.
“You’d better move Patrick, I’m coming now.” said Spongebob, and he threw the greasy cloth in the trashcan. Patrick smiled then moved, pushing Squidworth aside with a swipe of his hips as he did so.
“I’m going now.” Said Spongebob, waving at Squidworth as he went past, he ignored the way Squidworth muttered and grumbled under his breath, he was always doing things like that, but it didn’t mean anything. Spongebob knew he was one of Squidworth’s best friends really.
As soon as they were outside, Patrick kissed Spongebob on the top of his head, planting his lips on one of his sponge holes. “I’ve missed you today.” Spongebob didn’t reply, he knew Patrick missed him, but Spongebob had to work, it took money to maintain his pineapple and to keep Gary in food.
They walked until they could see the jellyfish beds, then stood side by side, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. One of Patrick’s arms slipped across Spongebob’s back, and he leaned back into it, enjoying the solid feeling of the pink limb.
Patrick might be stupid at times, but Spongebob loved him, he knew that with every inch of his yellow spongy body.
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Date: 2004-03-14 11:29 am (UTC)Yeah, that's a big asset ;)
LOL, a comment with Richie and Lance in one go, it has to be good *g*
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Date: 2004-03-14 01:12 pm (UTC)And your icons are very inspiring! Anybody who doesn't like Chris doesn't deserve to be your friend. I think you should only make ficlets for those who have some appreciation for Chris. I mean, they can choose another icon if they want, but anybody who's anti-Chris doesn't deserve a Terri-special!
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Date: 2004-03-14 03:45 pm (UTC)I have to choose =one=?!?!?
But MMMMmmmm, Terri-ficlet!
Hmmm.
'Guh!' or 'trickC'.
I can't choose... ;)
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:07 pm (UTC)But here it is!
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It was supposed to happen once then not again. A fumble in the night, two men taking comfort when they most needed it. It wasn’t supposed to escalate to something that happened every night, with secretive looks around hotel doors and hurried dashes between rooms.
After, when they’d slept together for the twentieth time in a row -- and not all of those including sex – they’d sat on the bed and solemnly reassured each other they were buddy fucking, that’s all. It was easier that way, to be two friends bonding together due to being the oldest. They talked of how they felt old and jaded next to the babies, how they’d survived things the others could never imagine. They laughed and bitched and complained as they watched German television wrapped around each other on narrow hotel beds.
They revelled in the closeness, took comfort from one another and slept in one another’s arms. But when they woke up and separated each morning they’d reassure each other, it’s a buddy fuck, that’s all. It was easier that way, no hopes, no expectations.
They’d separate each morning and shower in their own rooms, ignoring the knowing smirks of room mates that though they knew it all. Then meet for breakfast, where they’d pass each other food without being asked and sit side by side, hands touching on the table before pulling them back when the truth returned. They were fuck buddies, they’d agreed that the first night. It was the right thing, they both knew it. Except when they didn’t, and they both ached to be more.
Neither of them said a word, resigned to doing what the other wanted. It was a situation with no end and no apparent solution until they slipped one day. When they were standing in the glare of the cameras and extras who watched them with sharp eyed interest, as they jumped and performed.
It was the cheerleaders that did it, cute perky girls who clustered round them with wide smiles and reaching hands. It wasn’t what they wanted and they walked away from them and stood aside, happy as soon as they were together.
“I love you.” Chris couldn’t keep silent any more. He had to say something, he couldn’t lie anymore. JC gasped, then turned to look at Chris.
“Do you mean it?”
“I mean it, and I’ll tell everyone, no more lies, even to ourselves.” And he turned and opened his mouth wide, ready to yell his news to the room. JC laughed and put his hand over Chris’ mouth, no one else needed to know. It was enough that he did, and smiling so wide it hurt, he leaned forward and whispered I love you too.
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:15 pm (UTC)I know it's short but I hope it makes you feel a little better.
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It started with small touches at the breakfast table, Nick’s hand touching Kevin’s as he passed the milk. Later, as they climbed into the mini van to take them to an interview, Nick pushed Howie aside so he could sit next to Kevin, then promptly fell asleep, head cradled against Kevin’s shoulder. Nick’s hair tickled Kevin’s cheek and he spent the whole journey shivering at the feel of Nick’s breath against his neck.
At lunch Nick ate with his fingers, licking them clean after each fry. Kevin was unable to look away, letting his own meal go cold as he watched each bite Nick took. Nick said nothing when he noticed, just smiled and walked away; leaving Kevin to reassure Brian he wasn’t sickening for something and his appetite was fine.
They all shared a dressing room as usual at the arena, and Kevin sat in a corner reading a book as the others laughed and joked. He vowed he wouldn’t look when Nick started to change into costume. It was a vow that failed as soon as Nick stripped off his clothes and walked around the dressing room in nothing but his boxers, white fabric clinging to all the right places.
The concert was a success, and they were all on fire, working the crowd into a frenzy. Kevin didn’t even watch Nick at first, instead he played to the crowd, pouring his heart into singing and dancing. They owned the stage and the atmosphere was electric as the fans screamed and yelled. The others were a blur to Kevin, running and jumping in a whirl of motion, then Nick caught his eye and Kevin knew he was lost.
Get Another Boyfriend was a song they all loved, a chance to break free from choreography and just dance, and Nick loved it most of all. Beating his coat to the floor, head back, lost in the music. Then he was dancing at the drums, whole body moving to the beat. Kevin could hardly look away. When Nick started to shimmy all Kevin could do was hide his eyes, pretending to react to the song lyrics. It didn’t fool Nick.
After the song finished he walked behind Kevin and bent slightly so he could whisper in Kevin’s ear. “I told you I’d make you notice me.” All Kevin could do was nod. He’d resisted for a long time, maybe it was time to just give in to the inevitable.
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:27 pm (UTC)fabulous! hee!