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Oct. 12th, 2004 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI would tell you how my routine's been disrupted all day but it would be both mean and bitchy to do so. Therefore I'll say nothing about having to drop everything about a million times today, including my F5. As I'm online in about five minute bursts right now I thought I'd take the drabble meme that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forceofisis and llumi did and squish them together. So you can either write me something ( 100 to 500 words ) about one of your own user icons and I'll do the same in return. Drabble duelling, it has to be good *g* Or comment with one of your own icons and I'll write something based on it. Only fandoms I know though, no sneaking in SV or something ;)
I know it seems insane when I've a story to write but until James and Corey go on their ghost walk later I have no chance of writing anything for the F5 so short and snappy it is.
In other news. It's Kayleigh's birthday today. She's 19 which makes me feel old as the hills. My baby sister isn't supposed to be that old *g* So yes, happy birthday to Kay, she may infuriate me at times but I love her to bits.
I saw this atinterlock LJ and am passing it on.
gayphoenixkc is starting a community for men who write male/male focused fiction - any media fandom, RPS, or originals - if that's you, please go take a look.
Info can be found in this post or go straight to the User Info
Even if it's not, please pass the word if you have readers you think may be interested.
Last thing but the most important. Happy birthday to the wonderfulbachelor_girl. She wasn't the person who pimped me here but she's the one that made me stay. I hope you have a fantastic day, honey. *Throws sparkly confetti*
I forgot to say. To start you off have something I did for Jessa this morning.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go, Justin thought wildly. Hand braced against the wall he lets his forehead rest against cool plaster and squeezes shut his eyes, trying to calm his frantically beating heart.
It’s silent in the other room, but it’s far from a comfortable silence. Instead it seems to seep through the doorway, poisoning the air and making Justin shiver as he realises just what he’s done.
It was supposed to be fun; taking what he needed from the people he loved. Warm bodies on cold nights, great sex and whispered conversations in the dark. Comfort wrapped in friendship, no strings, no ties, no complications.
He wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
They weren’t supposed to love back.
It wasn’t supposed to go like that, but it had, and for the last year Justin shared himself between two men he loved with all his heart. JC didn’t know he slept with Chris. Chris didn’t know he slept with JC. It was the way it had to be.
Justin never thought it would go wrong. Why should it? He was Justin Timberlake and everything he touched was gold.
“I’m going.”
Justin opens his eyes, straightens, forces himself to stay upright when JC speaks. He takes a step forward and holds out his hand but knows it’s useless even before JC shakes his head, walking out without a backwards glance.
Numb, Justin watches the door slam then slowly walks to the living room. Chris hasn’t left; he can save something from this. He has to, he can’t lose them both.
But he has, knows it as soon as he sees Chris standing waiting, eyes blazing and mouth nothing but a thin line.
“I loved you.”
It’s all Chris says, and he walks away, leaving Justin alone.
forceofisis and llumi did and squish them together. So you can either write me something ( 100 to 500 words ) about one of your own user icons and I'll do the same in return. Drabble duelling, it has to be good *g* Or comment with one of your own icons and I'll write something based on it. Only fandoms I know though, no sneaking in SV or something ;)I know it seems insane when I've a story to write but until James and Corey go on their ghost walk later I have no chance of writing anything for the F5 so short and snappy it is.
In other news. It's Kayleigh's birthday today. She's 19 which makes me feel old as the hills. My baby sister isn't supposed to be that old *g* So yes, happy birthday to Kay, she may infuriate me at times but I love her to bits.
I saw this at
interlock LJ and am passing it on.gayphoenixkc is starting a community for men who write male/male focused fiction - any media fandom, RPS, or originals - if that's you, please go take a look. Info can be found in this post or go straight to the User Info
Even if it's not, please pass the word if you have readers you think may be interested.
Last thing but the most important. Happy birthday to the wonderful
bachelor_girl. She wasn't the person who pimped me here but she's the one that made me stay. I hope you have a fantastic day, honey. *Throws sparkly confetti*I forgot to say. To start you off have something I did for Jessa this morning.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go, Justin thought wildly. Hand braced against the wall he lets his forehead rest against cool plaster and squeezes shut his eyes, trying to calm his frantically beating heart.
It’s silent in the other room, but it’s far from a comfortable silence. Instead it seems to seep through the doorway, poisoning the air and making Justin shiver as he realises just what he’s done.
It was supposed to be fun; taking what he needed from the people he loved. Warm bodies on cold nights, great sex and whispered conversations in the dark. Comfort wrapped in friendship, no strings, no ties, no complications.
He wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
They weren’t supposed to love back.
It wasn’t supposed to go like that, but it had, and for the last year Justin shared himself between two men he loved with all his heart. JC didn’t know he slept with Chris. Chris didn’t know he slept with JC. It was the way it had to be.
Justin never thought it would go wrong. Why should it? He was Justin Timberlake and everything he touched was gold.
“I’m going.”
Justin opens his eyes, straightens, forces himself to stay upright when JC speaks. He takes a step forward and holds out his hand but knows it’s useless even before JC shakes his head, walking out without a backwards glance.
Numb, Justin watches the door slam then slowly walks to the living room. Chris hasn’t left; he can save something from this. He has to, he can’t lose them both.
But he has, knows it as soon as he sees Chris standing waiting, eyes blazing and mouth nothing but a thin line.
“I loved you.”
It’s all Chris says, and he walks away, leaving Justin alone.
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Date: 2004-10-12 09:50 am (UTC)*hehe* And here I thought I was gonna write about one of your icons....
Oh, well, about
Ever since he got the word, he had hoped it would just be a really bad nightmare he would soon wake up from, Kevin beside him alive and well. But as he entered that hospital room, all his hopes were shattered. Kevin was alive, yes, but what kind of life would he have? The doctors tried to be hopeful, but not too hopeful. "The chance of a complete recovery is very, very slim," they had said, adding "I'm sorry" in a tone that completely lacked feeling.
Chris knew that the road ahead of them was rough. That there were no shortcuts, and that every victory had to be bought with blood, sweat and tears. But they weren't alone. They had each other, their family and friends, and their fans. Looking at Kevin, who had just woke up, he smiled and said, "It can't get any worse, can it? We have nothing to lose." Not as long as we have eachother.
Oh, teh smarm..... ;-þ
Or comment with one of your own icons and I'll write something based on it. Only fandoms I know though, no sneaking in SV or something ;)
Well, I'm not very good at choosing. Can I have the cake and eat it too? ;-) *see icon* [if LJ behaves - if not, it's supposed to be my TrickC icon]
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Date: 2004-10-12 10:25 am (UTC)For my effort, which isn't up to much. Sorry.
******
Bone weary, Kevin collapses onto the bed. He doesn’t stop to take off his clothes, just drops, bouncing against the mattress. Then shifts until he's relaxed, the first time in days.
Face pressed against a soft pillow he lets himself drift. Far above his body that aches from dancing, leaving behind the worries that constantly circle his mind.
Now that he’s comfortable, things like that seem far away and he takes the time to revisit his dreams. Stardom and critical acclaim pushing aside memories of half empty venues and five men that long for home.
He treasures these times alone and takes every second he can. He has to, it’s the only way he has the strength to go on.
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Date: 2004-10-12 12:31 pm (UTC)Thank you! :-) I'm sure they'll be okay. Okay being a relative term, as usual in my book, but not bad. :-)
For my effort, which isn't up to much. Sorry.
Hey! That's my line for my fic! Your effort was wonderful. Poor Kevin! *hugs him* No, wait a minute, something's not right here... *calls for Chris, who comes in and hugs Kevin* There, much better. *grins*
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Date: 2004-10-12 09:58 am (UTC)It’s all Chris says, and he walks away, leaving Justin alone.'
Gosh, pretty *g*
drabble for my icon? Or is that really evil?
**runs away giggling, making self swear to drabble in return for real this time**
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Date: 2004-10-12 11:45 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked.
And you are evil but you're my Becca so I'll let you off. This may suck but I tried.
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They’re supposed to be three and at first glance they are. A trio, a threesome, three friends who love to sing; but it’s not like that at all.
The reality is they’re a duo plus one. Two best friends. Two lovers. Two men who try to remember the third but often forget.
Charlie tries not to mind, he was the last in after all, but it’s hard. He’s learned to watch and bite his tongue when they curl together, never telling him to go but so obviously together he’s nothing but a third wheel.
He’s stopped socialising with them now. It’s easier that way, when he can pretend they don’t turn to one another instinctively, leaving him alone once more, lonely in the biggest crowd.
He’d leave but for one thing. He craves the fame and needs to perform and it’s that thought that keeps him going when he sits on the bus, alone again, newspaper held in one shaking hand.
Because when he looks at the picture he knows it’s getting worse, and soon even their fans will see him for the outsider he really is. How can they not with pictures like this? When James and Matt turn to one another leaving Charlie on the outside, a trio in nothing but name.
Numb, he crumples up the paper and throws it aside. He knows he should leave but never will. Willing to stand the loneliness and pain as long as he remains in the group, because if he can’t have love he can have fame, whatever it takes to achieve it.
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Date: 2004-10-12 02:05 pm (UTC)Preeeeetty. Makes me happy *g*
**snuggles you**
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:23 am (UTC)Seriously, I'm glad you liked :D
*snuggles with you*
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Date: 2004-10-13 11:16 am (UTC)I liked, I really liked *g*
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Date: 2004-10-12 10:35 am (UTC)And yeah, a bit more than a drabble, a bit short for a ficlet. Um... with the icon that inspired it.
Lance ran his fingers over Chris' left foot, caressing the soft skin. Lance couldn't understand why Chris was embarrassed of his feet. "They are so small," he had said, but for Lance they were perfect and beautiful and just the right size to hold them in his hands, massaging the soles.
The toes were a bit hairy, but Lance loved this as well, the short hair tickling his cheeks when he leaned forward to sniff at Chris' feet. They smelled of soap, sweet and a bit sweaty, and Lance felt the first stirrings in his groin.
He wet his lips and then licked over the big toe, salty and so good. He heard someone moan, but didn't know if it was him or Chris.
Pressing his fingers into the heel of Chris' foot, he sucked the toe into his mouth, running his tongue over the skin. This time it was definitely Chris who groaned with pleasure.
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Date: 2004-10-12 11:19 am (UTC)I loved your ficlet! I never imagined doing a pure foot fetish thing and you did it so well.
Of course now I'm stuck with how to reply *g*
*****
Lance is used to wearing clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s been photographed in shirts pulled tight by pegs, hats stuffed with pantyhose and shoes that slip loosely on his feet. It’s inevitable the amount of shoots they do, where the clothes are picked in advance and they’ve learned to make do.
Today he has pants at least two inches too long, obviously chosen to fit people with legs much longer than his own. He sighs as he pulls them on, resigned that he’s never going to fit the ideal. Too short, too stocky, too everything, and pulls at the fabric that trails on the floor.
He feels better when he looks up and sees Chris pulling at his own pants, scowling down at his covered feet before looking up and flashing Lance a resigned grin. Lance can’t help smiling back and hitches up his pants with both hands before heading toward the cameras, bare feet slapping against the cold floor.
Later, as the photographer circles and praises, exclaiming over trailing fabric and hidden toes, Lance exchanges smiles with Chris. Sometimes it’s better not to be ideal after all.
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Date: 2004-10-12 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 06:23 am (UTC)Thank you for playing :D
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:46 am (UTC)Yours? I adore. Because I have other issues. xx
Going to see what I can do for you now ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:17 am (UTC)Thank you, it does sort of fit your issues.
YAY! I can't wait.
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Date: 2004-10-12 11:52 am (UTC)Well, I'm glad to take the
blameCredit.::grins::
Thank you, hon.
::hugs::
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Date: 2004-10-12 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 07:25 pm (UTC)*is glad you're doing okay* I know I never got to tell you, but you and yours are in my thoughts and prayers and I hope everything works out for the best.
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Date: 2004-10-12 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:43 am (UTC)If not, sorry.
*****
JC was bitten a week ago now. Sitting on the couch he bends and pulls up his pants, fingers pressing against puffy green tinged skin. Streaks radiate around his calf now, red against the green and he traces them gently, estimating how far they’ve spread over night.
His skin is hot to the touch, pulsing in time with his heart and he knows it won’t be long. If he was strong he’d end it soon, swallow handfuls of tablets until he drifts away. JC knows there’s some in Joey’s room but he won’t go in. He’s seen Joey and his girls once and knows he’ll never forget the sight of their tightly gripped hands and the empty pill bottles littering the floor. The same way he won’t forget Chris’ blood soaked body, handgun held in one lax hand.
Memories slam into JC but he doesn’t cry. His tears dried up days ago as he held Chris around the waist, refusing to let him go as Justin snapped and ran at the armed guards. Even now JC doesn’t know what’s worse, the sound of Justin’s screams as he was hit multiple times, body jerking in one last obscene dance or Chris’ whispered no as he sank to his knees.
That was two days ago and JC’s almost alone, trapped in a gilded cage with the bodies of his closest friends and a body that turns against him a little more each day.
He should do the right thing and end it now.
But he doesn’t want to die. Not when there’s hope and Lance locks himself in the studio, phoning people for answers that are bound to arrive. All JC has to do is hold on, he can do that, he’s strong. Isn’t he?
As Lance runs into the room, smiling and yelling about a cure, JC pounces. It seems he’s not that strong after all.
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:57 am (UTC)goosebumps
I like you.
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 06:11 am (UTC)Well I got JC right at least ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 06:44 am (UTC)Nsync zombies! It has to be good ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 07:11 am (UTC)*ahem*
[am being needy - notice my ficlet! ;p]
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Date: 2004-10-13 12:19 pm (UTC)There's a reason I love your comments so much :D
this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-13 06:16 am (UTC)He hates the feeling of being left out more than anything, and he's just plain pathetic when he knows he isn't getting the joke. Which, if you're Chris only makes it funnier. Justin's fun to tease.
Joey had found it - some comic, one of the hundreds proposing interesting and exciting ways to rid the world of nsync - except they were so damned close to the bone it was hysterical. At least JC and Chris thought so. So did Lance, who had phased straight from blushing with embarasment to red-faced with helpless giggles and was still shaking a little against Chris . Because very time they calmed down Joey made psycho faces or mimed stabbing someone or one of them would mutter 'priceless'.
"Shut up! Guys! - it's not funny!"
JC crawled across the floor and wrapped his arms around Justin's waist. JC's always very tactile when he's mellow.
"Oh J" He totaly failed to keep a straight face and the words came out a little strangled "No, it is!"
"It's funny because it's true." Joey and Lance chorused from opposite sides of the bed, which sent them both off again. Chris mimed jerk-off actions between them, although he was far too stoned to coordiate them with the waggling eyebrows thing.
"Chris! - God. You're so immature!"
Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Okay, mine's a bit different. Do I need to warn for sap and character death?
*****
There wasn’t a chance to fight back. Not that they hadn’t tried, hitting out with fists and feet, clawing at skin and eyes, knowing instinctively they were fighting for their lives. It was all in vain and soon they lay on the floor, thin cord tied tight around bare flesh.
Justin lies with his face pressed against soft carpet, listening to the blood bubble and pop in his nose as he tries to breathe. He can see splotches of blood, red against cream and uses every technique he knows to ward off panic, tensing when one of the men stands over him, black sneakered feet either side of Justin’s head.
The man says nothing, just stands silent, obviously revelling in the power he has over them all. Then leaves, leaving Justin shaking and afraid.
“J. Justin look at me.” Joey whispers the words and Justin turns his head, smearing blood across his cheek. Joey doesn’t say anything else, just looks at Justin letting his expression says it all.
“Guys. I just want to say…”
“Shut up, Bass,” Chris interrupts and he glares at Lance, anger radiating from him in waves. “Don’t say stuff like that. We’ll get out of this.” But he’s lying, Justin knows it, they all know it. Chris is angry but not at Lance, he’s angry at the world and the men who rummage in canvas bags, guns held casually in their hands.
“I love you, love you all,” Lance says and he stares until Chris is forced to look his way. “I don’t want this to end without you knowing that.”
“I know,” Chris says quietly and they see the exact moment when the anger drains away, leaving him exposed and raw as he looks at them all. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Justin agrees, he wouldn’t change a thing either, good times or bad, and he looks into his friends eyes, his lovers eyes, seeing the love that words could never convey.
None of them cry when Chris is hauled to his feet. They’re too good for that, emotions locked away from anyone on the outside. When it’s finally Justin’s turn he walks with dignity, head held high as he’s shoved into place, the last man, joining the circle again.
As the chair’s kicked away he hears singing and soon joins in, four becoming five as they walk away. Facing the future together, as it always should be.
Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-14 08:47 am (UTC)*sniff*
I should totaly have given you something fluffy. Or wings. Or something
Re: this was a mean icon to pick - sorry!
Date: 2004-10-14 09:25 am (UTC)Wingfic would be fun thinking about it. I wonder if I have time to squeeze out a halloween story after the F5 *ponders*
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:37 pm (UTC)Go on with your kinky/crazy/dark self! Heee!
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:50 pm (UTC)Thank you, but kinky? I didn't write anything kinky.
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:57 pm (UTC)Whatever. Musta been one of the other posters participating in "duel" mode, lol.
Anywho, I meant I'm submitting JC having a bad ("WTF?") day, and feel free to go to town with it, heh.
I know I'm not normally into the dark/twisted/whatever, but you know what? It IS fun at times, and there's little in the way of emotional investment in drabbles and ficletettes, so issall goood, right?
*bounces*