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[turps]

I 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 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.

Comments

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, pretty. Especially 'He was Justin Timberlake and everything he touched was gold. ' and '“I loved you.”
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**

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

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.

******

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.

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Oh, you are teh evil! That was absolutely lovely, and heartbreaking and made me feel sad for Charlie and just, oh, lovely.

Preeeeetty. Makes me happy *g*

**snuggles you**

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Whoa, you felt sorry for Charlie? Let me go sit down for a moment ;)

Seriously, I'm glad you liked :D

*snuggles with you*

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

lol what can I say, that's just how good you are *g*

I liked, I really liked *g*